Realm of Power

He said his final farewell, raised his head, a trace of perseverance flashed in his eyes, and whispered, "I will come back with the most beautiful golden Bianlis flowers in Salander, so that this wilderness where you are buried will become a golden flower." Hai I swear to the God of Winter by my noble surname Baiosud."

The sun rose from the eastern horizon, the wind and snow stopped, the sky and the earth were white, a black line appeared in the distance, horses' hooves were raised, and amidst the intensive sound of horse hooves, a group of about a hundred Normandy cavalry appeared among the escapees last night In the direction in which they appeared, in front of the cavalry, were several large hounds running in the snow. The cavalry commander leading the team was a middle-aged knight with scars on his face, wearing polished and shiny armor and a sash. wearing a thick cloak

He is the local lord Dicol. He received a report of an attack on a nearby garrison last night. According to his guess, he should have encountered the Salander slaves who were rumored to have gathered to resist. According to the regulations of the principality, As a lord, it is the duty to help the slave owner recapture Slave, in order to thank the lord for his help, the slave owner must also give a thank you gift. Dikol is worried about the early winter this year, resulting in a poor harvest in the territory. Knowing that such a good thing is not fully dawn yet, He immediately came with his own guards.

"Woof woof" a hound that was tracking in front suddenly stopped in front, barking lowly, its eyes shining, and it kept pawing at the snow layer below with its paws, as if it had discovered something.

"Go over and take a look. They attacked a nearby garrison last night, and they encountered such heavy snow. A lot of people must have died." The leader of the team, Dikol, was a seasoned knight who had experienced battles. He predicted that the opponent would be there. Running away all the way, in this wilderness where there is no way to escape, it must be difficult. My hound grew up eating human flesh. Such an excited behavior indicates that there must be good food down there.

The cavalry guards let out a cry and galloped towards the place where the hounds were digging the ground. A cavalryman pulled the frantic hounds away. Several cavalrymen jumped off their horses and struggled to dig up the loose snow with their own cavalry swords. layer, revealing the body of a fugitive inside. An experienced cavalryman squatted down, checked, stood up and shouted to Dikol behind him, "My lord, he has been dead for three hours. Judging from the other corpses found along the way, the direction of these escaped slaves was , it should be the seaside "" sea Side? "Dickor sneered on his horse. Do these slaves want to jump into the sea and swim back? Are you kidding me? "Everyone get on the horse, let's go to the beach." Dickor shouted excitedly, as Normandy approached the seaside. a lord of Salandernu The escape of slaves is no stranger. He even knows that there are some smuggling merchant ships plying the open sea. Occasionally, they will take some escaped slaves back at the smuggling point. However, it is a pity that since Normandy abandoned Antoros, the nearby The sea has been blocked,

Therefore, during this period of time, there were no smuggling merchant ships in the coastal area. You can imagine what the expressions of those eager Salander slaves would be like when they suddenly saw themselves at that moment full of longing.

It must be a very wonderful feeling. A trace of blood appeared in Dikol's cruel eyes,

He still remembered the same situation last time. More than sixty Salander slaves were captured, and a few leaders were dragged back by their own horses. By the time they arrived at the castle, they were already dying, with their bones They all came out, or turned into a pile of meat. The screams and desperate sounds along the way still make Dickor tremble with excitement just thinking about it.

Especially there were more than a dozen good-looking female slaves inside. After killing a few of them, Dikol threw all these female slaves to his soldiers. In three days, not one of them survived. The fragmented white corpses were all thrown on the river beach to feed the hunting dogs. All the Salander slaves in the territory were gathered to watch. The faces of the ignorant Salanders were so frightened that their faces turned green, and some even peed on the spot. Pants,

That kind of funny scene made Diccol feel that the Salanders were really a weak nation, unlike the Normans who regarded themselves as wild wolves. Such a weak nation could only be treated by slaves. Want to match.

For the cavalry, a 20-mile road was only a matter of an hour. Coupled with their familiarity with the road, Dicker's pursuing cavalry discovered traces of the fugitives about 3 miles away from the seaside. People in ragged clothes were cooking. There were about seventy or eighty of them. Their thin bodies looked like clusters of hemp in the cold windy wilderness.

"Stop!" Dikel raised his hand and shouted loudly. The cavalry behind him stopped the horses' hooves in unison, causing a piece of white snow to fly. The metal vest made a sound of collision and friction, and under the morning light, it brought down A black line of death

"It's Normandy"

The fugitive who was cooking on the spot suddenly became confused when he saw the black line appearing in the distance.

Originally, they had rushed to the beach, but unfortunately the turbulent tide on the sea did not show any sign of a ship docking. They had to rush to another smuggling point where there might be a ship, and they met Dikol who was chasing after him.

"Don't be chaotic. They are cavalry. If you don't want to die, you must stick together." It was still the middle-aged man. He obviously had a high reputation among these escapees. His name was Valal. He was Salander's before he became a slave. A deputy master of the Mamunuk Order,

When he took his more than 2,000 Mamunuks to cover the evacuation of the large army, he was defeated by the cavalry of Goshawk Avize and became a prisoner of the Normans. He was also the person in charge of this escape. In his cry Next, some Salanders gathered around him, their arms trembling slightly. They picked up the farm forks in their hands and some simple infantry swords to form a simple queue. This was the greatest resistance they could organize. Fluster, confusion, fear and other emotions flashed in their eyes, "Haha·This What is it, the Salander Spear Formation?"

Dicol looked at the war horse in front of him, erected a group of funny farm tools and the Salander slaves whose bodies were trembling, with a cruel smile on his lips. If this can withstand the impact of the Normandy cavalry, then it will be called true As for his big joke, he pulled out a double-edged knight's battle ax from the horse manger, raised it high in the sun, and shouted "Normandy warriors, crush them"

"charge"

Hundreds of Normandy cavalry took advantage of the high-speed terrain, and the heavy armor on their bodies made a metallic sound on the undulating horseback, like a magnificent steel city wall pressing towards the Salander slaves in front. As the cavalry ran further and further, the entire ground trembled in front of this terrifying steel charge. The heavy sound of horse hooves was like rolling thunder in the winter night. The majestic momentum was so powerful that even a giant dragon in front of it would be crushed into pieces." No retreat"

The Salanders on the opposite side also let out a burst of passionate shouts. Many of them were Salander soldiers. The humiliation of failure made them even though they were holding a ridiculous farm fork in their hands. What finally showed on his face was a kind of determination,

They gathered the queue as much as possible, leaving dozens of Bingnong Cha open like hedgehogs. Their wide-open eyes were bloodshot, and their lips were white from nervousness. A fierce cold wind was squeezed by the opposite cavalry and blew from the opposite side.

A few tens of meters away, they arrived in the blink of an eye. All the Salanders at the front of "Papa" were knocked over, but the farm forks in their hands also stabbed the Normandy cavalry's horses and pulled them up on the metal vests. A spark of friction caused people to flip over and their holes to roll wildly. , several Normandy soldiers also fell from their horses into the crowd of Salander slaves due to inertia. Blood spattered from the crowd. The screams of the Normandy soldiers made the other cavalrymen turn around quickly, "A group of idiots actually turned around." I'll be scared if I give you a few farm forks."

Dicol, who was behind, cursed angrily with some dissatisfaction. He was surprised that these Salander slaves were able to block the first wave of impact. He personally drove his horses forward, and all the Normandy cavalry moved closer to him, "We What's the situation like? "On the Salander side, Valal was hurriedly untying the armor of a Norman corpse, and then putting it on himself." 18 people were injured, and 4 died. The tragic price of the first confrontation, Valal's body trembled slightly,

"So much." He took a deep breath, and a trace of complicated emotions flashed in his eyes. According to this comparison, he would collapse in less than three rounds. He seemed to have thought of something, and looked at his companions around him. Look, he said, "Are there any archers here?" No one around him answered him. Archers are a very useless profession in Salander's army. There is basically no formal establishment. Generally, Mamu There are very few archers in Nuuk. "None?" Valal asked again, a trace of disappointment flashed in his eyes. "I have been learning bow and arrow for a while." A young man stood up from the crowd and said with a somewhat embarrassed look. "I Our family once produced an expert archer, so we have been asked to learn some things about bows and arrows throughout the ages. ""It's you." Valal's eyes lit up. He remembered this young man last night.

He handed over the long bow and a bag of arrows found from the back of the Norman cavalry and asked, "I'm glad you finally made the right choice. From your tone, you should be a hereditary Mamunuk, right?" I wonder who your family is...?" "Bai Osude"

The young man took the bow and arrow, tried it on his hand, made a gesture of drawing the bow and shooting flatly, and responded with a calm expression, "The Baiou Duke family..." Upon hearing this surname, Valal's face suddenly changed, and his hands Stopping in mid-air, the other people immediately stopped making noisy noises, and all eyes focused on this young man.

After a while, Valal said with great respect, "I was so rude last night. I didn't expect you to be one of the three major ducal families in the south." "It's already a thing of the past." The young man responded with a wry smile. "Because the entire Baiou family died in the southern battle, and now I am the only one left. If I die here today, That's the end of the surname Baiou Soud." "You just mentioned that there once was a marksman in the Baiou family. I wonder if it was Baiouvaliya who was known as the one who shot down the stars." Valal was cautious. He asked, "Well, I didn't expect you to know him too?" This time it was the young man's turn and he was surprised. Bai Owalia is an alternative member of the Bai Ou family.

As a child of the three major Duke families, he did not learn Mamunuk's riding skills, but plunged into the archery skills that most people are ashamed of.

If it weren't for his outstanding archery skills that killed thirty-four enemy generals in a row, Baiou Valia would have become a shame to the Baiou family. "Okay, now let's arrange it." Valal didn't want to talk more about this. He glanced at the Normandy cavalry that had been assembled in the distance.

He said to the young man, "The only way we can win against the other side now is to shoot the other side's commander with bows and arrows when the other side launches an attack. As long as the other side is in chaos, we have a chance to survive."