Realm of Power

anshaling valley,

It was a quiet afternoon with the shadow of autumn. Sentinels were patrolling back and forth at the entrance outside the valley. The soft wind carried the fragrance of autumn wormwood and unburned wheat stalks. On the left side of the valley was a In the flat field, there are piles of haystacks, and the golden wheat straw exudes a lazy luster in the sun.

Wild flowers of various colors bloom in a large area of ​​light and shadow. Looking from a distance, it makes people feel relaxed and happy.

In this light and shadow, black formations are practicing in the autumn sunshine. This is the residence of the Fourth Flag Regiment. In order to make up for the vacancy of the flag regiment's war losses, the Fourth Flag Regiment left Ruierdian in July. 4,000 new soldiers were recruited,

On the high ground on the left side of the training camp, a dilapidated small castle stands on the high ground. Only half of the collapsed wall remains. The top of the second floor of the castle is covered with tall grass, and a white smoke slowly rises. , this was the former residence of the local lords. Due to the spread of the East Court War, the lords abandoned this place and chose to hide in the safe hinterland of the plains. Now it is a forward outpost of the Fourth Flag Regiment of the Falcon Army.

"Look at those new recruits. They don't even move their spears neatly. If they really encounter a strong cavalry assault, they can tear their ranks apart in less than a minute." A veteran stood on the sentry tower and looked at the distance. The corner of his mouth twisted in disdain, "Then there will be a massacre, everyone will die."

"Andrew, you can't be too harsh." The voice came from a middle-aged man leaning on the battlement on the left, holding a long crossbow in his arms. He lazily basked in the sun above his head, his eyes bright and energetic.

He grinned at his picky subordinate and said with a sneer, "I didn't know who it was at the beginning. The first time I went to the battlefield, I was so frightened by the charge of the Ruidian cavalry that I peed my pants. If I hadn't been smart enough to drag you away from where you were, At that time, you will be trampled to death by our own Guards cavalry who are charging forward."

The middle-aged man is wearing Falcon Army-style mail armor, with three white thorn flowers inlaid on his chest, proving that he has participated in at least three major battles, as shown by the forward-curved cross mark on his shoulder. He is a senior crossbowman and the leader of this three-man sentry.

Those who can serve as sentinels are veterans. They don't need to participate in the training of new recruits, but they can point fingers at the training queue in the distance, "Ahem. Head, I'm just dissatisfied with these training methods that have no practical effect. No need to expose me like this." The target of the ridicule turned slightly red and coughed in embarrassment.

"Training only increases their chance of survival. People who have never been on the battlefield are like this. You can't have hope for them. If they can survive after fighting a few battles, they will naturally become people like you and me." The middle-aged man in charge had a stern expression. In his opinion, these arrayed guns were indeed sparse and ruthless.

Only those who have faced a cavalry attack head-on will know that they are faced with a group of cavalry that comes like a tornado. All the so-called formations are nonsense. At that moment, soldiers were fighting hand to hand and blood was flying everywhere. The only thing that could save oneself was perseverance and courage. Only by constantly stabbing the spear and pulling the bow string until there is no longer a standing target in front of you, that is the battlefield.

Hoarse and exhausted, every time. It's like a reincarnation on the line of life and death. For any recruit, only after passing the hellish test of war can he be qualified to call himself a soldier or a warrior.

"Boss, I heard that after this training, you will return to China to serve as the mayor."

The sentry turned around, looked at him with admiration and said, "In our village, you are definitely among the top three hunters. My sister knew that you would definitely show up. If you go back this time, our family can be exposed once." "Face"

"Haha, my leg is lame, it's useless. My return report has been approved. If Lord Aksud hadn't persuaded me to stay again, I might not have come to participate in this new training. Because I didn't want to move, I found a sentry position. Forget about the mission." A trace of loneliness flashed across the middle-aged man's face. He looked at the new recruits training in the distance with piercing eyes and said with emotion, "After three years of fighting, the new recruits of the flag regiment have changed one after another.

"New faces come in every time, but they always disappear quickly. The only ones left alive are you old people."

"Thinking about the brothers who came out of the village and how many died and went back, I really regret that I shouldn't have brought you out of Vekia, otherwise your child would be three years old now."

Suddenly, a slight sound came, and another sentry came up from below the sentry tower and asked, "Did you hear something? I saw the pot I was boiling in was shaking."

"Are you allergic? In this weather, even mice won't look at your pot. They have wheat straw. How can anyone come?" As soon as he finished speaking, even the dullest person could feel the ground shaking slightly.

There was a low muffled thunder in the distance, like the cracking of the earth,

this. It seems so. . . . . "The middle-aged man's face changed slightly, and he quickly jumped up from the ground like a rabbit whose tail had been stepped on. Although it had been peaceful for a few months, this familiar wave had already penetrated deeply into his bone marrow and soul.

How many times have the feelings of facing the Ruidian cavalry come to mind again?

"Hell..." He quickly stuck his head out of the battlement and looked into the distance, and his body suddenly stiffened.

At the end of the earth, thunderous echoes rolled in. On the gray horizon between heaven and earth, a bright red blood line jumped out like a red sun. This blood line spread at an alarming speed and quickly turned into blood. Spots, and then the blood spots turned into pools of blood, and the eye-catching red battle flag stuck into the eyes of the sentry like a needle,

"attack"

A huge group of cavalry suddenly descended from the high slopes of the valley like goshawks, with the sound of hoofbeats and the cloaks of thousands of cavalry fluttering in the wind, as red as if they were stained with blood, as if a dazzling stream of blood was flowing. Rolling in, the shock was like a landslide.

"Alarm that the enemy is coming." The shrill scream tore through the peaceful tranquility. Red, that is not the color of the Falcon Army's armor.

"What's going on? What are the people at the sentry tower shouting?" Yuan

The sirens coming from everywhere stunned the recruits who were training. Everyone turned to look at the sentry tower.

"Don't watch this, it's just a prank."

The officer leading the training shouted angrily. Because of the low terrain, they could not see the large number of enemies attacking from a distance, and they did not believe that the war was coming so quickly.

Until the slightly trembling ground turned into violent vibrations, and amid the roar of the earth, countless red lights and shadows swept across from high places.

Under the autumn sunshine, the Dorok Lancers suddenly jumped over a ditch outside the valley, like a stream of scarlet "blood" rolling over the outer defense line of the valley.

Kill kill kill”

Shocking shouts rose from the sky, and an overwhelming horde of cavalry jumped into the low valley like a frenzy.

The sharp cavalry spear was like a sharp sword, piercing deeply into the recruits of the Fourth Flag Regiment who only wore thin mail armor.

Devastating and unstoppable, the torrent of red steel rolled up a wave of red blood, to be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations and monthly votes.