Realm of Power

This time, Isaheka made a huge investment. Before setting off, in front of 11,000 soldiers,

Isaheka, full of vigor and vitality, walked up to the pre-built platform, tightly grasped the knight's sword across his waist, and kicked over a wooden box in front of him.

"Hula"

The crisp sound of metal collision attracted the soldiers' attention. The soldiers who were chaotic and noisy just now immediately became silent, and their hungry eyes were fixed on a pile of overflowing gold.

Looking at the silent soldiers below and listening to the whistling sound of the wind blowing past his ears, Isaheka was determined. Pointing at the other nine wooden boxes with his long sword, he shouted passionately

"You read it right! This is all my savings in Jerbo Castle, a full 30,000 gold coins! They will be awarded to the bravest warriors in this battle! As long as a Samor soldier's head can be exchanged for a gold coin from me, everyone knows that I am a trustworthy person. This is God's will to make you rich, don't regret it if you miss it!"

Looking at the cheering soldiers below, Isahka knew that even if he didn't want to go to war with the Samor people, the soldiers below would not agree!

In the defense of Jerbo Castle that saved the fate of the kingdom more than a hundred years ago, the Isah family relied on this secret to let the demoralized remnants of the Snow Country hold the last line of defense and block the iron cavalry of the Rieldian people

Now this secret of the Isah family will make the family rise again.

This is an absolutely insidious economic formula!

In modern history, it was used by Western colonists. It led to the disaster of the American Indian population and the extinction of many African nations.

Its conversion method is extremely simple, bloody but effective.

30,000 gold coins for 30,000 Samor heads

There are only 20,000 people in the whole Samor, and it won't cost 30,000 even if they are all killed.

Isahka wants to use these 30,000 gold coins to exchange for three counties, for the head of the fat Samor

for the entire southern part of the kingdom, for the rise of a kingdom. What is there to be reluctant about? It should be said that it is absolutely a big profit.

"Cut off a Samor soldier's head and you can get a gold coin reward."

The huge temptation turned people into beasts, looking at a dozen Samor people (nobles) with pale faces not far away,

The scouts at the front had glowing eyes, holding the bright scout short blades, and pounced like hungry wolves.

While the nobles were still in a daze, they kicked them to the ground with one foot , and then rode on it with a ferocious face. The thin scout's short blade could not cut off the noble's cervical vertebrae with one blow, so he cut it twice, three times,

Ignoring the extremely tragic wailing of the nobles under him,

The scouts had red eyes, , Hearing the sound of bones cracking under the knife, they continued to cut several times mercilessly with both hands until the noble's cervical vertebrae were cut off and the valuable head rolled down

"Ah"

The screams on the hillside continued. The nobles who had already been exhausted were no match for the fully armed scouts. They were chopped to the ground one after another. During the chase, the right hand of a noble was chopped off, and blood splattered from the broken wound.

He fell to the ground with a painful scream, watching the scout chasing behind him raise the short knife above his head, and subconsciously used the other hand to block, ,

As a result, his arm flew out, and a scout's short blade cut into his throat. The headless body was still twitching violently, and the noble's head with eyes wide open was already bloody and was snatched by the scouts like a ball!

The scouts who had grabbed the coins naturally tied them around their waists happily.

The scouts who had not grabbed the coins had to stand up with regret, bulging their bloodshot eyes, and looking around unwillingly for prey.

But they saw that more than a dozen nobles nearby had been beheaded by their companions.

Only the headless corpses were left, oozing blood, forming a pool of blood under their feet. They cursed inwardly!

"These damn bastards are really quick. Fortunately, I grabbed one first, otherwise I wouldn't even have the money to marry a wife!"

Looking at the pale-faced clay figures in the middle of the hillside, they turned around and ran down the mountain desperately.

Those were dazzling gold coins. How could the scouts who had not yet had enough let these people go?

No longer waiting for their captain's orders, hundreds of people chased after them like hungry beasts.

At this time, the sky had begun to brighten.

Seeing that the Samorians who were fleeing in panic in front were all unarmed, the fierce ones chasing behind were The scout captain hesitated for a moment

"How come these Samor soldiers don't even have weapons! Could it be a mistake!"

Thinking of this, the scout captain did not dare to hesitate. With three bloody heads tied to his waist, he turned over the rock pile on the top of the hillside and shouted to his subordinates who were still chasing the nobles in front

"Everyone stop immediately! If anyone runs again, I will shoot an arrow!"

It would have been better if he didn't shout. The scout captain's shout made the nobles, who thought they were doomed to die, run even faster

No one is a fool. If you don't run now? Wait for you to chop off your head!

Being shot to death by arrows is better than having your head chopped off alive.

The potential of people in desperate situations is really terrifying, not to mention that now there is a chance to escape from death.

The nobles who were exhausted just now were frightened by the scouts and ran faster than the scouts chasing behind them.

Some clever ones took advantage of the slippery grass to slide down the hillside and were about to reach the foot of the mountain.

Seeing the prey in their mouths run away, the scouts on the hillside turned their heads in dissatisfaction, and the scout captain behind them felt bitter and regretted secretly.

"What's wrong with me? It doesn't matter if he is a Samor or not, the right way is for everyone to get rich!"

Hesalitai, the president of the Business Alliance, was so frightened just now and his legs and feet were not strong.

The slowest climber, but the first to reach the bottom of the mountain.

It can be seen that running fast is not necessarily a good thing in many cases.

After a bumpy journey and falling behind, and being randomly killed by Isa's scouts, the noble team of more than 300 people now only has a sparse 40 or so people left.

The clothes on their bodies were in tatters hung by branches, and their bodies were mixed with yellow mud and sweat. They were not even as good as the beggars in Rivadin City that day.

Seeing the business alliance he created fell into such a state, Hesalitai felt extremely desolate.

"What kind of thing is this! Even when I'm running away, I'm being blocked and chased by others. What kind of bad luck is it for me!"

But even with such emotion, the nobles had no chance. The scouts who had just stopped chasing began to move again, chasing down the mountain one by one like wolves and tigers.

Those pairs of hungry eyes want to chop these valuable heads into pieces.

Seeing these killing gods chasing after them again, the nobles crowded with each other and ran towards the road they had just come from, but the continuous desperate escape had already made the nobles at the end of their efforts.

Now he still had the strength to run past these aggressive scouts. Immediately, two more nobles who were lagging behind were caught up by the scouts. They were chopped down with knives, and their hands and feet flew everywhere.

The miserable wailing of their companions could be heard in their ears, and the nobles were completely in despair!

Suddenly, I could only hear the sound of piercing the air, and dozens of arrowheads shot the scouts behind me into a hornet's nest.

A group of cavalry in black armor poured out from both sides of the road in front, whizzed around the nobles on both sides, and pounced murderously on the Isa scouts who were killing the nobles behind them.

The sky has become bright, and the white thorn flower emblem on the black armored cavalry is faintly visible.

Hesalitai was completely desperate! There are murderers before and after, it’s impossible to live in this life!

At this time, a cavalryman who looked like a captain came out from the black-armored cavalry alone and gave a respectful military salute to Hesalitai, who was completely desperate.

"I am the captain of the third detachment of the Light Cavalry Regiment of the Southern Army! Commander Dustan received a tip that Marquis Ithaca of Djerbo Fort sent troops without authorization and conspired to kill the nobles, so your Excellency specially arranged for your subordinates to come and remind everyone. Unexpectedly, it is still too late. I'm so sorry for everyone! We have arranged a carriage behind you. If you, sir, still trust us, please get on our carriage immediately, and we will escort you all back to Zivadin City safely!

The sudden change confused Hesalitai. When he looked back, he saw that there was actually a military flag planted on the slope where the tragedy happened just now.

The bright red double-ringed flag is the coat of arms of the Issa family, known as the last important minister of the kingdom.

In the blink of an eye, the pursuer turned into the rescuer, and the savior turned into the killer. What is going on?

Just when Hesalitai was confused,

Like a black hurricane, the black armored cavalry had already met the scouts rushing down the mountain.

The two most powerful military groups in the South collided for the first time

This was a one-sided massacre

The scouts tried hard to organize an effective defense, but it was impossible in front of the light cavalry as fast as the wind.

The brave Samor light cavalry was like a sharp knife, cutting the already loose Isa scout into several pieces.

The short protective blade in the scout's hand was a joke in front of the tall light cavalry.

The scouts are the elite of the army. When they suddenly encountered the light cavalry here, instead of causing confusion, they aroused the bloody spirit just now. They tried their best to hit the light cavalry in return even if they were hit by a sword.

But I didn't expect that the light cavalry not only had scale armor, but also thickened steel sheets at key locations.

The scouts swung their swords down, but not only did they not cut in, their arms were numb from the shock. Such a strong defense made the scouts suffer a big loss.

Many scouts had their heads chopped off by the sabers struck by the light cavalry.