Realm of Power

On May 20th, the Prime Minister of the Principality of Normandy, Beaucroft, signed his name on the armistice negotiations with the Northern Falcon Empire. In exchange for the tens of thousands of Normans stranded on Salander Island, the Principality of Normandy promised to give the Falcon Empire The Eagle Empire gave 5 million gold coins as war compensation and promised to return the Salander slaves who were plundered to the continent of Obaro.

The towering mountains in the southern part of Salander are surrounded by endless yellow rocks. Looking from a distance, the huge mountains across the Salander region seem to be floating in the clouds. On the plain at the foot of the mountain, large tracts of woods are dotted. On the vast grassland, the sky is high and the sea is vast, and the atmosphere is vast.

"Your Majesty, the Zisalan area is ahead," the Southern Governor Statunko pointed at the mountains on the horizon with his riding crop, turned back to the fat man and said with a smile.

"The Salander area has been a battleground for military affairs since ancient times. In the wilderness beyond the mountain, the Salanders who migrated there once defeated the Iraqis who had not completely collapsed at that time with 50,000 Mamunuk cavalry. The southern coalition of the Qadiwa people. It is said that Marshal Safin Domu, the Mamunuk hero most admired by the Salanders, became famous in this battle."

"No matter what nation, they all have their own memories that cannot be forgotten."

The fat man looked at the vast and majestic scene in the distance, imagining that the Salanders once roamed this land, but now they have fallen into such a decadent situation. He couldn't help but touch a little heartstrings in his heart.

The Falcon Empire is now dominant, but who can say that hundreds of years from now, it will not fall into the reincarnation of a dynasty and experience the process of decline and destruction. I just don’t know if someone will point to a certain wasteland and say This is the place where the Falcons of Vecchia once fought fiercely.

Seeing a flash of sadness on the fat man's face, the attentive Nilai quickly said, "The thing that we Salanders admire the most about Marshal Safindomu is not just because he defeated the Ikadiva coalition with a weak force. Also because he is a great and selfless man,

He fought for the rights of the more than 100,000 wandering Salanders to stay, even though he was poisoned by the royal family after the war. As a result, he was blinded. At that time, Zhongzhen and his old troops were almost all over the army. He had no intention of rebellion, but retired on his own. Get a chance for hundreds of years of peace for the newly settled Salander, otherwise, the civil war alone will be enough to kill all the Salanders."

"So I never admit that I am a hero, because heroes are meant to be sacrificed." The fat man smiled bitterly and shook his head. Many opponents who disappeared like meteors flashed through his mind. Some were loyal, talented, selfless, dedicated, and self-sacrificial. However, they all failed without exception. This is the continent of heroes. It is also the grave of heroes,

On the border of Risalan, Fatty ordered to be stationed on the spot. This time, because it was just a routine inspection, there were only 2,000 guards accompanying him, so it was not considered a large-scale troop movement. A thousand guards were stationed in the front camp, responsible for responding. Various situations. Another thousand people were divided into 500 people on each side, and the 500 most elite guards remained in the middle.

Next to the camp is a gurgling water, where you can camp and stay. Light a bonfire. The guards caught fresh wild animals, pheasants and hares, and happily peeled and barbecued the pheasants by the stream. The fat man also did it himself, showing off his excellent barbecue skills. Nilai held the oily roasted chicken legs and ate them with gusto, praising them greatly.

In the middle of the night, the fat man was sleeping soundly when he suddenly heard the sound of dripping water coming from the roof of the tent. "Is it raining?" The fat man immediately turned over and sat up.

"It seems like a wild horse rain in the middle of the night. This is not uncommon in the Risalan area. This is a rare plateau area. The climate is warm and there are few woods, so night rain like this often occurs." Nilai poked half of her head out of the blanket, Her smooth blond hair rests naturally on her fair and round shoulders, like a jade-like fragrance.

"This rain came at the wrong time."

The fat man's face darkened. Talking to himself, he stood up, put on his clothes, lifted up the tent and walked out. In the night, several guards in black armor, soaked by the rain, saw the fat man approaching. Together, the guards put their right hands on the fat man's chest and bowed, "Your Majesty."

"It's raining, and it's almost dawn. Let's all go back and have a rest." The fat man waved to a few guards. "I asked Governor Statunko to come here on the way and said I would wait for him in the big tent."

Nilai was right. This rapid wild horse rain was like a wild horse. It came and went in a hurry. The fat man's face looked better. Just as the intelligence showed,

The terrain of Risaland City is barren and there are few trees. If it rains continuously, I am afraid it will affect the entire plan. I have finally managed to stir up the people in the southern part of Salander, and it is very likely that it will be aborted because of the rainy season. This will cause people from the south of Risalan to flood into the city, and the original balance of factions outside the city will be broken.

On a beautiful night, this season is when the spiral ribbon-shaped constellations shine most brightly. Under the light of the fire in the tent, the fat man came to the table with a calm expression.

He scooped up a report and said to the Southern Governor Statunko who came in from the door, "This is a top-secret report from Chuanri Salan. It mentions a guy named Frantier. Do you know him?" "

"Frantil? The self-proclaimed Son of the Sky?" Statunko paused as he took the report, nodded in confusion and said, "I know this person is one of the leaders of the Southern Salan people in the Zisalan area. "

"Oh, what do you think of this person?" A trace of solemnity flashed across the fat man's face, and he turned around and sat down on his seat. Opposite him, Statunko curled up the corners of his mouth in disdain and said with a bit of contempt.

"This man is a blood descendant of the prophet Fran of Salander. He is very influential among the southerners. However, his subordinates believe that although this man has a certain influence, he is just a boastful careerist with high ambitions and low abilities. , has no military or political experience, and is just a mediocre person relying on the blood of his ancestors. How could your Majesty think of mentioning this person?"

"It's nothing, I just felt like there might be a farce going on and I was a little surprised."

The fat man looked out the window and sneered at the corner of his mouth, "This Frantier just asked to leave under the watchful eye of the Supervision Department." The former high priest of the Southern Temple, Feculen, is now undercurrent in the southern city of Risalan. You see, as the main military commander who suppressed the South, he still despised them so much. No wonder such strange things happened."

"Your Majesty, it's not you who asked me not to interfere too much with Risalan? So my subordinates are just upholding His Majesty's will." Statunko quickly stood upright and responded with an embarrassed expression.

"So, it's my fault that you are getting bolder and bolder." The fat man stood up from his seat, even though he was cursing. But there was no trace of anger on his face. "Then what happened to this southern high priest? How did he ride there comfortably in a carriage without your approval? Don't tell me that he put on makeup or pretended to be woman"

"Is this true? This subordinate really doesn't know. I thought this southern high priest was just a clever move specially arranged by His Majesty. You see. That Fikulun jumped up and down as soon as he arrived in the south. , has completely broken the balance of power in the Zisalan region." Southern Governor Statunko showed a look of surprise, and swore to the fat man that he really didn't know anything.

"Forget it, I knew I couldn't hide it from you." The fat man put down the report in his hand with some boredom, and muttered, "I did let the southern high priest go on purpose, but you should cover it up and send some troops to stop it. Come on, your acting should be more realistic."

"It's because your Majesty is too stupid. Your Majesty didn't even send a single soldier, but only sent one prisoner, and the Salanders in Zisalan were thrown into disarray compared to Your Majesty. No matter how hard I try, I can't keep up with Your Majesty. "Thinking about it." Statunko's forehead was sweating slightly. His Majesty Falcon was still as arrogant as ever and continued quickly.

"Although my subordinates did not send out any blocking troops, I still made an appropriate gesture. I sent out a light cavalry group to pretend to be in pursuit and followed the carriage until it returned to Risalan. It is better than nothing."

"Is that a pursuit? Your cavalry almost ran in front of the carriage to clear the way for it," the fat man said angrily.

"As long as the Salanders think it is a pursuit, it will be fine. And when the high priest arrived in Zisalan, he was received like a hero returning." Statunko's thick-skinned face couldn't help but blush, and he smiled sarcastically. explained

"I heard that he passionately described in the crowd how he braved the hooves of the Falcon Cavalry to cross the dangerous Falcon Empire area. This high priest has become a man who can show off his talents in public. His subordinates think that a seasoned politician is... In a chaotic environment like that of Risalan, things will ferment like water when it meets wheat flour, so my subordinates also thought that it would be best for him to get to his destination as quickly as possible."

At this time, the guard's voice came from outside the tent, "Stop. Who are you?"

"My subordinate is Fesarik, who is responsible for monitoring the Second Flag Regiment of the Southern Army in Zhisalan. I have an urgent military request to report to Your Majesty."

"Let him come in." The fat man's voice came from the tent. The guards put down their hands to block the situation. Fesarik quickly walked in and saw His Majesty Falcon and the Governor there. He quickly knelt down on one knee and saluted.

"Your Majesty, I just received the news this afternoon that the Salanders in Zisalan City are preparing to form a coalition army and are secretly planning to send people to assassinate Governor Statunko. They want to take advantage of our chaos to announce Risalan area**,

We were ordered to come out and look for His Majesty. Because we didn't know where Your Majesty was going, we sent out five groups of people. Fortunately, our team finally met the Lord. Finally there was no delay. "

"Thank you for your hard work. Please scoop up the report." The fat man stretched out his hand and patted Fesarik's shoulder heavily. He was breathing rapidly as he watched Fesarik speak, and his body exuded a strong and pungent smell of sweat. , looked tired, obviously he had been traveling all the way without rest,

The fat man felt slightly guilty. It was because he suddenly wanted to come and inspect the area. He did not consider that such a situation would occur in the Zisalan area, and he also brought Statunko out. Now there is no one in Yuansi City to take charge of the overall situation, which led to the occurrence of the situation. Such a situation"

Just by the burning fire in the tent. The fat man opened the letter. This is an urgent report sent from the insiders lurking in Risalan City. Although there are only a few words, the content of the report is very important.

"You are a bunch of immature white-eyed wolves. Don't say that I didn't give you a chance." His eyes glanced at the letter, and the fat man's face became more and more gloomy. He handed the letter to Statu next to him.

Enke, then walked back and forth a few steps with his hands behind his back, then stopped and glanced at Statunko below.

"Your Majesty, please allow me to go back and assemble the army right now. In less than a day, I can lead people to Pingsaran City." Statunko, who was full of anger next to him, knelt down on one knee and asked the fat man to fight.

"It's like a war." Looking up at the sky outside, the fat man suddenly sighed inexplicably. He said, "The 400,000 Salanders, if we use force, will never come back, but if we don't do it, the other party will be unscrupulous. Once other regions also respond, our efforts in the south will be in vain." , in a dilemma”

Statunko tried his best to persuade and said: "Your Majesty, my subordinates believe that these Salanders are looking for their own death, and they cannot blame others. The matter in the south of Salander should not be delayed indefinitely. It is necessary to use force to deter them." It can prevent the enemy from having any different intentions. According to the current situation, it is unlikely that another large-scale rebellion will occur in the south. Not big. After more than a month of relocation propaganda by my subordinates, the population still stranded in the south is only 1.1 million. Except for the 400,000 people stranded in the Risalan area, which is relatively concentrated, most of the other 700,000 people are in farms. The farmers. They had just acquired the land and would not choose to follow these rebellions.”

"Are you really sure that this turmoil will be minimized?" The fat man stared at his capable men with a solemn expression. The negotiation time with the Normans was too short. The Normans' complete abandonment also made Fatty, who still wanted to buy some time, feel very melancholy. It was over. Thinking of this fact, Fatty's heart tightened.

In fact, he would be happier if the Normans were willing to persist for a while. In that way, he could surround the Salander area without any scruples. Even without using direct force, he could force the 400,000 Salanders to surrender by embargoing supplies and food. Unfortunately, it backfired and the Normans retreated too quickly. He was so decisive that he gave up almost all his belongings. He just wanted to evacuate from the quagmire of Salander immediately. In any case, after dragging on for a month and a half, it was time to make a move.

"Okay. As told, the Risalan area will be sealed off immediately. The Risalan area is a famous barren mountainous area that has always been short of food. From now on, not even a grain of food can be put in." The fat man turned around , giving the order through gritted teeth.

A hint of joy flashed across Statunko's face, and he solemnly said, "Your Majesty, please rest assured that your subordinates will definitely live up to their trust."

On the day he returned to Yuansi City, the military order from His Majesty was transmitted as quickly as possible to the Central Army near the southern port. Statunko also held an emergency meeting in the evening. The topic was to deploy the blockade of the Risalan area. In fact, There is nothing to study. The generals of the Southern Army all know that the so-called blockade is actually no different from a declaration of war. There are 400,000 Salanders gathered in the Zisalan area, and the Zisalan area is a famous poor land with almost no wheat growing. Most of them The local people depend on hunting for their livelihood.

Listening to the order announced by the Governor, several generals looked at each other. What does the Governor mean? As a subordinate, it is very important to figure out the superior's intention. It is even more important to always be consistent with the superior. The most important thing. It would be a tragedy if an adult has decided to go to war but he plausibly emphasizes that peace is the most important thing.

Although the meeting only started in the evening, the senior executives who were qualified to attend the meeting were jumping up and down, visiting each other to inquire about information: "What do you mean, sir?"

"Starting a war, this is His Majesty's wish. At the end of the meeting, in order to strengthen the determination of the generals, Statunko punched the table, with a solemn tone in his voice, "I have issued a military order to Your Majesty. , if a war breaks out, our southern army will move forward in an unstoppable manner, defeat the rebellion within one day, and scoop out the city of Risalan."

"I obey my orders." When the generals heard that it was His Majesty's military order, all confusion disappeared and they all responded with firm faces.

The blockade in Yuansi City soon took effect. The daily supply of 400,000 people in Risalan area relied on food shipped from the north and part of the fishery obtained from the coastal areas. Now it was cut off. Risalan The situation in the region suddenly became tense

On June 2, a man who claimed to be the envoy of the Zsalan United Army came to Yuansi City and asked to meet Statunko, the supreme commander of the Southern Army.

"Tell her, I don't have time for the moment." Statunko leaned back in his chair, crossed his feet on the table, and closed his eyes alone to rest. On his table, there were several reports, one of which This is the trend in the Risalan area,

"The lark of the Black Forest? This is a person named by His Majesty himself. It's better to let His Majesty deal with it." Statunko said to himself and handed a signed administrative document to the adjutant at the door. This is the Falcon. The latest interracial marriage law promulgated by the empire,

Intermarriage has been practiced in Wikiya for some time. Regarding the integration of various ethnic groups, Fatty hopes to use this interracial marriage law to promote the integration of ethnic groups in the controlled area. Therefore, in the ministerial decree, in addition to stipulating the basic regulations regarding the place of marriage, a lot of space is also used. To encourage intermarriage between men and women of different ethnic groups, and clearly provide incentives.

The area currently controlled by the Falcon Empire is very complex and vast. There are many ethnic groups. According to preliminary statistics, there are at least more than 300 tribes under the control of the Falcon Empire.

Basically, they all have their own customs and habits, each have their own historical traditions, and there are still profound conflicts of interest between many ethnic groups.

Therefore, how to unite these large and small ethnic groups under the Falcon flag is a very urgent issue, (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian (.) to vote for recommendations and monthly votes , your support is my biggest motivation).