Realm of Power

"Your Majesty wants to use these Rode people to fight the Rode people." Plais's face changed. He was worthy of being the top politician and strategist of this era. He soon heard from the fat man's obscure and explicit words. give true meaning

"There is a proverb in the distant continent of Opalo. When fierce beasts fight, the one who wins in the end must be the peeping hunter." The fat man picked up the water glass on the table with great ease and ease, and said, "One hundred thousand angry prisoners are enough to make The entire Rode Kyoto has been turned upside down, Rode's defense will be broken by our own people, we only need to follow behind and take over the city."

"Then what if the rebels pour into Kyoto and cause a big turmoil?" Plais frowned and asked cautiously, "That's a hundred thousand people. No one can guarantee that these prisoners will not attack after they rush into the city. If the nobles and even the royal family of Ruode Kyoto launch a brutal revenge, then there will be a river of blood flowing out and there will be no way to clean it up."

"Isn't that better?" The fat man sneered, turned his back,

He looked out the window deeply, with a chill in his mouth, and said disapprovingly, "Adjutant, don't say you don't know, the orthodox name replaced by our marriage to Princess Rude can win over most of the people." It will definitely not satisfy the nobles of the German Kyoto. Instead of procrastinating and worrying about some unworthy guys, it is better to let the torrent formed by these prisoners help us eliminate all resistance."

"Your Majesty means... Plais's face changed color slightly, Shunchang rebelled. This is the right of the strong. Such bloody and domineering words just mean that the Vekia Falcon has made up his mind to take advantage of the opportunity. Determined to eradicate the influence of the Rude nobles, what will follow is a bloody storm, right?

"My tolerance is limited." The fat man waved his hand to him, interrupting what Plais was about to say, and said with a serious face. "What I want is the German Kyoto. As for those stubborn nobles They are just clinging to the big tree called Rotoku Kyoto It is not a good thing to leave too many parasites behind. Cruelty is not my style, but as their most common proverb says, when the tomahawk is lifted, only my own people will survive. Those who go against me will prosper, and those who go against me will perish. This is the right of the strong."

"Your Majesty is saying that your subordinates are too forward-thinking." Plais trembled and did not dare to say any more. A faint chill emanated from the fat man's body. Already starting to make him sweat coldly

"Okay, go ahead and make some arrangements. Time is running out. I need to meet this Princess Lude. At least I should know what kind of target you have chosen for me." After a while, the fat man relaxed. He took a sip of the water in the glass and waved his hand to Plais.

"Yes, my subordinate, this is the arrangement." Plais quickly turned around and walked out of the door. Under the astonished gazes of hundreds of guards at the base camp, he almost scurried up to the carriage parked outside the door, then touched his chest to calm down.

"It's so dangerous." Plais felt a chill behind his back. Only then did he realize that sweat had soaked his back, and he had already smelled a strong sense of murderous intention in the fat man's warning words.

He suddenly realized just now that the person standing in front of him was no one else, but the most powerful man in the continent. He had turned the world upside down and killed millions. For the king in front of him who had just celebrated his 22nd birthday, he was not just a man. A flamboyant show off, the Vecian Falcon has never been a model of aristocratic spirit.

This is a super genius whose hands are stained with blood, who combines brilliance and insidiousness. In order to eradicate the royal power in Vikia, he is a super conspirator who did not hesitate to connive at Stian from the north to attack Kyoto, causing the death of more than 80,000 people. He is also undefeated on the battlefield. The God of War who has made countless celebrities fear him,

From the northern grasslands to the southern seas, wherever this invincible God of War looks, there are always mountains of corpses and seas of blood, with tumbling heads. He established a brand new dynasty amidst countless killings, and took this dynasty soaring into the sky like a falcon. , became the overlord of the mainland in just a few years,

For this guy, killing people is no different than chopping cabbage. If he had continued to insist just now, he would definitely be chopped in half with a knife. Countless facts have proved that killing and blood are not the hobby of Vecia Falcon, but if It is a formal requirement, and the Vekia Falcon will never be lenient. Of course, in the eyes of a dark noble like Plais, the Vekia Falcon is indeed not upright in many ways of doing things, but it is always able to do so. Received surprisingly good results,

Rotoku Kyoto,

In a basement that was not very well designed, Prince Yagfiton walked back and forth anxiously. It was drizzling outside, and there was always a constant flow of rainwater quietly seeping in, and then slowly flowing on the low-lying ground in the basement. The ground gradually accumulated into yellow puddles. As the rain increased, more and more rainwater seeped in, so that the people in the basement had to arrange a person to clean up the water on the ground. , to prevent the entire basement from being soaked in yellow rainwater,

This is a basement dug under the city wall of Kyoto. From time to time, there is a rumbling sound outside. It is a continuous falling explosion from outside the city. It seems that countless firecrackers have exploded. Even in the deep basement, you can hear it. It was so clear that you could even vaguely feel the strong vibrations on the ground caused by the explosion.

"Your Highness, the Falcon Army has begun routine harassment again." A Nord officer covered in rain walked in from outside the basement and reported to the depressed-looking Yagfelden inside.

In the past few days, as the sky started to rain, the Falcon Army outside the city suddenly changed from normal. On an earthen platform about 300 meters away from the Kyoto city wall, fifty thunder gods were set up to bombard them in turn every day. There was also a bombing in the middle of the night. Although it didn't last long, it didn't do much damage to the soldiers.

But the unbearable harassment has made the Rohde defenders like frightened birds. If anyone is suddenly awakened by a rumbling sound every day while sleeping, and then sees his companions being thrown into the air in a ball of fire, he will let out a shrill scream. The sound of despair, even the tough-minded Rode people can't stand it.

For his own safety, Prince Yagfiton, who was already frightened, could only hide in a temporarily dug basement.

"Don't worry about them, I don't believe they can still bomb me." Yagfeiton slowly stood up from behind the desk, walked to a slightly open area outside, and stretched his waist.

worries during this time. His body was severely tortured. Looking at the gray sky with continuous rain outside, Yagfeiton breathed a long sigh of relief and felt that his eyes were getting a little dark. As if he might faint at any moment,

"Your Highness, for the sake of Rode's future, please sacrifice your body. Now you are the only one who can fight against the Falcon Army." The young Rode officer looked at the old man in front of him, and a trace of sadness flashed through his heart.

The frustration day and night had consumed all the prince's energy. The defeat some time ago made the prince who once seemed to be in high spirits even more. He looked very haggard, his white hair and beard were messy, his face was covered with dirty soot and frowning.

If he appeared outside at this time, many Lod people would definitely not be able to believe that this old man with extremely bad appearance was the high-spirited Prince Yagfelden who was hailed as the savior of Lod some time ago.

At this time, there was a heavy sound of joyful footsteps rushing across the ground. A German frontline commander looked excited. He quickly rushed into the basement from the outside and shouted with great excitement, "Your Highness, the Falcon Army has evacuated and we have defeated the Falcon Army." Due to excessive excitement. He repeated these words several times in succession. It seems like there is boundless excitement that cannot be released.

"How is it possible?" Yagfeidun's face was full of loneliness and disbelief. He excitedly grabbed the frontline commander who walked in and asked loudly, "Are you sure you are not dazzled or that it is a falcon?" The trap set by the army, now they are waiting for us to die."

"I guarantee with my honor as a senior Rode warrior that I am absolutely not dazzled, nor is it a trap by the Falcon Army. The scouts we went to explore have sent back accurate evidence." The frontline commander stood at attention and saluted. He shouted excitedly to the prince, "The Falcon Army has really withdrawn. Those few noises just now were caused by our scouts accidentally setting fire to them and bringing them back to the city as evidence. The Thor incendiary bombs left behind by the Falcon Army arrived." "

"Impossible, there is really no reason for the Falcon Army to withdraw now."

Even though it was clear, Yagfeiton's expression did not change much. He sat back in his wicker chair dejectedly, staring blankly at the rainwater on the ground that was accumulating more and more.

See the prince's expression. The officer who came to report the news left the basement a little bored, but after leaving, he shouted without any scruples outside, "We defeated the Falcons, we defeated the Falcon Army."

Although his body has gone away. But his majestic voice still echoed in the basement for a long time. After a while, it seemed that there were countless voices throughout the walls of Kyoto shouting excitedly, "We defeated the Falcons, we defeated the Falcon Army."

However, in the basement of the city wall, Prince Agfiton frowned and said nothing. There was no excitement at all about defeating the enemy on his face. He gave up the goal that had been besieged for nearly a month and a half. Could it be that the Falcon Army was really like this? Have you decided?

"Have I really defeated the Vecian Falcon?" Yagfeiton asked himself, at this time. The people in the basement were pushed away from the outside again, and two senior Rohde officers walked in from the outside.

"Your Highness, although I don't know the reason, the Falcon Army did evacuate backwards this morning." A leader of the Rode Banner stood at attention in front of him and reported. He was the Marquis of Dugessa, the person in charge of the city wall defense, and The other one is Sisago, the head of the Intelligence Department. At this moment, they all look a little excited, and the wrinkles on their faces seem to have relaxed.

Yagfiton shook his head, his face was a little painful, and he said slowly in a bitter voice, "To be precise, we only temporarily defeated the Falcon Army, or it was simply a trap. If it can be defeated so easily, then it is not "Vekia Falcon"

"Your Highness the Prince is too worried." Marquis Dugesa, the person in charge of the city wall defense, said with some dissatisfaction. "The Falcon Army is arrogant. It's not like there is nothing we can do about our strong and sturdy Kyoto City Wall. I just went outside the city gate." After verification, the Thor they are proud of cannot shake our defense line at all. They have been besieged for so long, and I am afraid they cannot afford it anymore."

Si Sage next to him also said with emotion, "Master Dusage is so right. Even if the Vecilia Falcon is invincible on the battlefield, shouldn't he not have to eat? With an army of hundreds of thousands, without military rations, They will still collapse. They have besieged us for so long, and I am afraid that they have already fallen into a situation of food shortage. Even if he runs fast, otherwise we might be able to fight back."

Dugesa also nodded and said, "Actually, I don't think their Thor is anything special, in front of our strong Kyoto defense. They can only look at the wall and sigh. The Vekia Falcon with tens of thousands of elite cavalry must also be very powerful." Depressed, it would be great if the cavalry could climb the wall."

"Haha, what Mr. Dugessa said is so apt. I can imagine the depressed mood of the Vecia Falcon, wanting to hit the wall." Ssage let out a hearty laugh,

Prince Agfiton shook his head and said regretfully, "Don't you find it surprising? The Vekia Falcon is said to be invincible, so how could it withdraw so calmly?"

Ssago also believed that what Prince Agfiton said was reasonable, and said with some doubts, "Your Highness, wouldn't it be better to repel them? Even if they come back again, will they be able to deal with our city wall?" ?No way. Kyoto’s defense has been tested countless times. Even a heavy trebuchet cannot shake a piece of city stone."

Yagfiton waved his hand, sighed, and said bitterly to himself, "What do you know? The Falcon Army's retreat is most likely due to a larger conspiracy. Otherwise, given the character of the Falcon, the , How are you willing to let go of the prey that is about to be obtained? Or do you two think that you are already a famous general on par with the Vekia Falcon?\

,"Dusage said disapprovingly, "Why does your Highness the Prince need to boost the enemy's morale? So what about the Vekia Falcon. He is not a small lord from the remote mountainous area in the southwest. It is just the times that make heroes, so this lucky guy picked it up."

Ssago also said proudly, "That's right. Even the Falcon Army, which is known as the number one in the mainland, is nothing more than this. It has been besieging the city for nearly 2 months, but it has not even touched the edge of the city wall. This just shows the nature of other names."

Agfiton smiled coldly and said gloomily, "You two, you are too optimistic. The reason why we won is not because of how strong our fighting power is. It is because we have strong walls and rich reserves. , and the Falcon Army has been depleted since it went south, so it had to retreat due to lack of supplies..."

"Your Highness, you have too little confidence in yourself..." Dusage and Sisage looked at each other, both feeling that something was wrong with the prince's words and full of pessimism. (Guli.com)

"Confidence? I'm afraid that in that battle outside the city, it has already withered like leaves in the cold winter wind." Yagfeiton smiled bitterly at the corner of his mouth and said coldly, "Only after experiencing failure can you know I used to be so arrogant. Maybe you will feel very uncomfortable if I tell you the truth. But I must tell you that what we are fighting is a hopeless war. To be honest, I really don’t know what to say. Walking out of this basement looking like this, will you be a winner? Or a loser?"

The basement suddenly fell into a strange embarrassment. Yagfiton did not speak, but his expression made it obvious that he was not optimistic about holding on.

Dusage said excitedly, "Your Highness, I believe that Rude will stand up again under the leadership of His Highness, so I ask Your Highness to abandon this pessimistic idea and lead us with unparalleled ambition and perseverance to bring the Falcon to the world." The army has completely driven out Rode's land. I believe that as long as His Highness stands up now, there will still be a large number of followers in Kyoto."

"Yes, Your Highness, you are our last hope in Kyoto." Brother Sisa next to him also nodded in agreement. In fact, in his heart, he also knew that these were words of comfort. Since he refused to accept prisoners, the reputation of the prince has long been ruined. There are hundreds of thousands of people in the streets, and they are all middle-aged men. It has almost affected the nerves of the entire Red Kyoto people.

With so many prisoners being kept out of the city, even the most die-hard supporters of the prince are resolutely resolutely drawing a clear line with the prince's faction. This morning alone, the conflict has resulted in the casualties of hundreds of citizens in the city. It's just that these messages have been blocked, so Prince Agfiton is still immersed in the dream that he is the savior of Lod.

"Really? You think so too?" After hearing the encouraging words from his subordinates, Yagfeton's gray complexion finally regained some of his strength. He glanced at the two of them and then said, "I'm very happy that at such a difficult moment, I still managed to do it." Rode will be grateful to you for seeing such loyal ministers like you two. If I wear Rode's crown, you will be Rode's Minister of War and Under-Secretary of Military Affairs."

"His Highness the Prince's praise made my subordinates feel deeply ashamed and uneasy." Hearing the Prince's promise, Dusag and the two were also excited. They were both marginalized people in the German military circles. They were reused because they took refuge with the Prince. It was also His Highness the Prince. die-hard loyalist,

They naturally hope that their master will rise to great heights and sit on the throne of King Ruode. Unfortunately, things go against their wishes. Just when the three of them are full of longing for their beautiful future, a fierce trombone sound suddenly comes from the direction of the city wall.

"What's wrong?" Dusage was stunned for a moment. As the person in charge of the city wall defense, he almost ran out of the basement at a trot. That was the trombone sound of an enemy attack. Where did the enemy come from at this moment? Could it be Falcon? The army attacked again, which made his joyful mood just like being poured down by a basin of cold water.

As soon as he ran out of the basement, he saw a tragic scene. A roaring incendiary bomb trailed a trail of black smoke, streaking across the city wall above his head like a meteor, and finally exploded into a ball of fire on the street a hundred meters away. With the fire, countless bricks and rubble were blown up, and large areas of brick walls or earthen walls were blown down, mixed with the screams of the wounded, and the entire street was covered with gray.

"The Falcon Army is too despicable," Dusage cursed angrily, all his fingers clasped together tightly, and his eyes seemed to bleed. The place where the Falcon Army's incendiary bombs fell was not the residences close to the city wall, but the large and densely packed aristocratic area near the south gate. At this moment, only the anxious nobles and the carriages speeding out were seen, as if they were being driven out. They swarmed out like ants that have dug into the nest.

The nobles here did not expect that they would become the target of attacks by enemies outside the city. Even though the city was in such crisis, they still held banquets in a drunken and dreamlike manner, just like a carnival before the end of the world. In order to deal with the pressure in their hearts, they stayed up all night and day and night. , this unintentional incendiary bomb landed on the mansion of a great nobleman in Kyoto. The fire and the large amount of smoke made the area look as scary as hell. To be continued.