Realm of Power

The winter of the empire lingers on the Ikadiva continent with deep nostalgia, while the spring of the empire, like running water under the winter snow, has begun to show a little warmth. This is the best era, and famous ministers and generals are like Stars rise in the sky, and even civilians take advantage of the opportunity to leave their names in history and start hunting. The splendid picture of the three hundred years of prosperity of the Eagle Dynasty. This is the worst era. What historians call the great integration of nations is deeply hidden by the piles of bones. It is the lament of ordinary lives in the diversion of troubled times. and Struggle” excerpted from “The Imperial Spring” by historian Bericant

The morning sun shines on the white snow, the heavy snow has stopped, and there are not many pedestrians on the street. When Fatty woke up from his drunken state, Nilai could not wait to leave with the good news, and there seemed to be a faint trace of the beauty still left in her arms. Xiang, put on clothes, opened the window, and the fat man habitually looked at the street across the street. Thick snow covered the street, and there was no sign of anyone cleaning it.

"Are you sick today?"

A trace of disappointment flashed in Fatty's eyes. Under normal circumstances, the girl opposite always got up earlier than him. Although he had only been here for less than ten days, every time he saw a clean street, sweeping from the street to the end of the street. , once in the morning and once in the afternoon, but today is an exception,

Ten minutes later, the fat man gave up waiting. He walked to his office room and asked the guard standing guard at the door, "Is there a new report?"

"Yes, the Admiralty just sent a letter this morning." The guard quickly handed a red report to the fat man,

The fat man picked up the report and opened it. I took a look and put it on the table. This is Dostelenko's report that 5,000 men from the Fourth Flag Regiment of the Southern Army have arrived in Antoros as the second echelon for deployment, accompanied by 30 transport ships from the Admiralty loaded with supplies.

The navy's goal this time is to expand the Antoros Port into an excellent military port suitable for the empire's main dragon-class warships to dock. According to the Ministry of Navy's estimates, this port expansion will take half a month, which means. It will take at least half a month for the empire to enter Normandy.

"Once completed, the Imperial Navy's base can be moved southward and the focus of operations will be completely placed in the direction of Antoros."

Admiral Dostronquet said sincerely in his report: "With tens of thousands of troops fighting across the sea, the most important thing to consider is logistical supplies. Although our navy has occupied the sea gate of Normandy. However, it is located in a remote channel and the port is narrow, which is not enough." Become a solid support for conquering Normandy

"Thousands of soldiers under my command who are fighting overseas implore your Majesty to slow down the attack and rely on Antros to assemble heavy troops." Ten days ago, Dostelenko sent a letter in the form of a flying pigeon. Propose to the fat man from far away overseas, requesting for the mobilization of more reinforcements.

Fatty agreed to this request, and Fatty also believed that he wanted to invade Normandy just relying on the initial shipment of 5,000 soldiers. It is indeed too risky,

Think twice. The fat man resisted the temptation to attack Normandy immediately.

On the one hand, he ordered the Fourth Banner Regiment of the Southern Army, which had a strength of 7,000 men, and on the other hand, he ordered the 20,000 Randers who had completed recruitment and training to form the Second Expeditionary Corps and devote all their efforts to Antoros.

And considering that Dostronkai is a naval admiral and has limited command over the army's combat operations, the navy and the army have different focuses. Considering this, Fatty made another order to perform in the Battle of the Black Forest. The good Reposti was promoted to the commander of the Second Expeditionary Corps, and Jaglins was the deputy commander, and he sent two tigers of the Southern Army into the battle in Normandy.

Compared to the calmness in the south, the cold wind in the north is raging in the wilderness. The snow that blows up in the wind is the ambition of the tribe. The scimitar shines and the war horse is like thunder.

Regarding reports from Dongting, there will be one every two days.

The Dongting people have already started fighting on the grassland, but no matter which side they are, they are deliberately avoiding the empire's border line.

No one wants to displease King Khan. This is not just awe in name, but also in strength. Although there are only 30,000 people in the central army of the empire stationed on the border, these are the strongest warriors of the empire, even if they are unruly I don’t want to provoke the unruly Dongting people either.

What's more, behind these 30,000 Central Army troops,

The Crolisat Corps, which is famous for its field assaults, the Berlantbonnie Corps, which is equipped with heavy equipment, and the Saron Corps, which is known for attacking like blazing flames and defending like a rock. One hundred thousand border guards have already quietly walked along the Dongting Grassland. Hundreds of miles of border were spread out in a row. The empire's deterrence and tens of thousands of Xikujit's cavalry formed a huge encirclement flanking the left and right.

Just like the sharp sword hanging over the heads of the people in Dongting Grassland, it can crush those who disobey the rules into pieces at any time. From the initial temptation to the increasingly fierce confrontation, the people of Dongting also saw that King Khan did not There is no intention to intervene in the dispute between them. The existence of these troops is more of a deterrent than an offense.

Even the Sikugits, who used to be at odds with the Dongting people, have been very calm this winter. The Sikugits are building a new center, Ai Chemore, otherwise this army only needs to push forward. , all the Dongting tribes will immediately become the most obedient subjects, regardless of any resistance, playing against the Continental Army God Vecia Falcon? Are you kidding? Think about the 100,000 Dongting Iron Cavalry. How did the previous Khan king die?

On the Dongting Grassland, the reputation of the falcon is like the immortal sky. It is an existence that no one dares to challenge.

No matter who the eastern and western armies are, who is the final winner of this winter battle, no one dares to say that the land does not belong to the empire, and the people do not belong to the empire. The wolf nature of the Dongting people has always been very understanding in this regard, and they will always surrender to The strongest man, his fist can represent everything on the grassland,

Having learned the lesson from the annihilation of the entire Bialu tribe, even the side that has the upper hand only cares about the expansion of pasture. As for the idea of ​​establishing an independent Dongting King, it is out of the question. I dare not think that sometimes the battlefield where the two sides are fighting is too close to the patrol line of the Central Army.

The fight just started and I saw the patrol of the Central Army coming from a distance. Both sides of the war were very wise and unanimously chose to evacuate. Don't play cross the line. The rest is up to you. The border guard patrol who adheres to this idea will just He stopped not far away and watched both sides fighting fiercely.

After the two sides finished fighting, they wandered over leisurely, and then the patrol team wrote a report on the fighting and submitted it to the superiors. One day, that tribe fought with that tribe and was defeated, with more than a hundred people injured. Statistics show that this winter, the eastern and western armies fought a total of 113 times, with more than 3,000 casualties. Is this called a war? After a single battle, dozens of people died.

No one would have thought that the person who complained the most about this was not the people of the East Courtyard, but His Majesty Falcon who was far away in Salander. The fat man picked up the report from the East Courtyard that was delivered yesterday on the table and wrote a line of words on it, Then he asked the guard at the door to take it away and "give it to the guys like Bertrand Bonnie who are in charge of the three northern counties. Let's play house."

"Is that all?" After arranging all this, the time came to 10 o'clock in the morning. The fat man rubbed his swollen temples and looked out the window again. There was no trace of the beauty.

"Looking at it, I felt a little stupid myself." The fat man suddenly grinned. He felt like a teenager who was just starting to fall in love. The girl's name was Bi Su, and she was the niece of the hostess of the house opposite. It was not difficult to find out this, almost. The whole street knows it, because the girl is very kind, and in this street The road is very popular. It is less than 20 meters from Fatty's window to the opposite street. Every time Fatty feels a little bored, he will come to the window sill. When the simple girl is sweeping the street, she will raise her head and look towards The fat man stretching by the window showed a simple and charming smile,

It was just kind-hearted, like the shy girl next door saying hello, and the fat man would smile back. This was a very warm feeling for him. Unfortunately, when the fat man turned around, he didn't notice it. , a gentle gaze happened to be shot from the dark second floor corridor window on the opposite side at the same time,

"He's in a daze again, this silly fat man." Inside the window, a girl wearing a white maid's clothes was holding a few boxes with copper buckles in her hands. She was struggling to move up the stairs. The heavy boxes made her delicate body bend. I bent my waist and gritted my teeth hard to move a few steps.

However, the girl still took the rare opportunity to stop and rest, and glanced at a familiar place outside, as if to complete some kind of agreement. Sure enough, the slightly fat figure was in a daze somewhere.

In the eyes of the simple girl across the street, the silly fat man opposite is a young master who is a bit lazy and likes to sleep in. He has nothing to do every day. It seems that his only interest here is to be in a daze. He stands there, sometimes for dozens of minutes. , but he is quite polite to others, although his movements are not standard. This can be seen from the crescent-like eyes with a bit of crinkle that the other party shows to him every time. He is a bit silly, but very honest. This may be a comment that fat people will never have,

This simple girl would never have thought that what the young man who smiled back at her was thinking about was the rise and fall of the kingdom, the incomparable edge of an army of more than 100,000, and those in the southern part of the mainland who were integrating the economy. Dense urban agglomerations are fierce battles on the distant sea.

In the eyes of his subordinates, his words and smiles are a combination of wisdom and power. They are the supreme will of the invincible war god of the mainland and the supreme master of the empire.

"Bisu, what are you doing? Hurry up and get the lady's clothes." The housekeeper's stern shout sounded in the corridor.

"Coming right away," the maid girl responded quickly, gritting her teeth and dragging several heavy boxes up the stairs. The sound was like the tail of winter outside, and a red piebald caper jumped on the branch.

If you write too much about life, you will be criticized as watering down; if you write too much about war, you will be criticized as being a war all the way. . . . , Baozi thought for a while, forget it, let’s go back to the main plot. If the branch plot continues like this, it will really be a waste of water. Fortunately, the prerequisites required for the main plot have been explained clearly. The war will start tomorrow, and we will march into Obaro.