Realm of Power

The rainy season also envelopes Nista, and the city is shrouded in a curtain of water droplets. It is difficult to tell whether it is fog or rain. The shade of the trees is flowing, and the rows of cypress trees shining like crystal are also standing silently in the white shisha. ,

The showers caused the city streets to be shrouded in colorless guipure curtains. There were very few people on the streets. The neat footsteps of the Falcon Army patrols could be heard faintly in the sound of rain. Originally, in this season, the center The streets should be the busiest time,

But it's different now. The Falcon Army has occupied Nista, and the city is under curfew. Looking at the raindrops climbing on the window, Salon, who has just returned from inspecting the area in the city, hangs his waterproof cloak on the clothes hanger next to the window. ,

The room was a little dark, a little cold in the rainy season of late autumn. Salon asked someone to light the wall fire in the room. The bright light brought a touch of warmth to the room. After putting on a clean shirt, Salon walked to his desk and got up. He took a look at the report that had just been delivered to him on the table. On the report was top secret, "Operation name, Dusk in the Northwest..."

As soon as he opened the seal of the report in his hand, a line of extremely ugly handwriting reflected on Salon's gray-white eyelids without any hindrance, "This is... His Majesty's combat order..." Salon's one-eyed pupil tightened, and he held the hand. The hand that wrote the report trembled slightly, and his eyes swept over it, with a trace of relief and enthusiasm on his face. Sure enough, sure enough, he read the several-page combat order in one breath, and his heart was filled with enthusiasm, and his gray one-eye was burning with the fire that belonged to the soldier. of scorching heat,

There is only one person in the entire Falcon Army who can write such ugly handwriting that is as ugly as scratching a chicken's claw. Julius Fort has claimed that he is ill. Now the opposition area has been declared a "Southwestern General" by a so-called "Southwestern Commander". In the Southwest District, the situation in the Northwest has reached a stalemate and cannot move forward. There is no way to retreat. Tens of thousands of troops have fought hard, and the elaborate and dense plan can no longer be carried out with only a flamboyant statement from the other side. Many people are waiting to see the joke in the northwest coast. Unfortunately, If he is defeated like this, will he still be the Falcon who is said to have "an eye as small as a needle"?

Salon has been waiting for Fatty's battle orders, these hateful guys who don't know His Majesty's nature! Just wait to bear the wrath of His Majesty the Falcon. It is not His Majesty's character to come and go! Salon has already ordered the troops to assemble in advance, and the 30,000 elite northern troops are waiting for the order to attack.

Three minutes later, he put down the order book in his hand and shouted to the door, "Someone, go get Leopold!"

Ten minutes later, Leopold, wearing a black Falcon uniform, appeared outside the door, "My lord!" Leopold looked serious. He stood at attention and saluted Salon. He had now been appointed as the Sheriff of Nista District and let out a good sigh of relief.

Not only did he exterminate all his enemies. He also ordered some Nista nobles to be imprisoned in the dungeon, interrogated day and night, and based on their confessions, more people were arrested. Salon turned a blind eye to these situations, as an outsider. If you want to suppress an unfamiliar occupied area, you must have a hunting dog that is familiar with the local area. This hunting dog must not only be sensitive, but also ferocious.

In His Majesty's eyes, Leopold is this hunting dog. I'm afraid he has already anticipated this.

This time, because Leopold, a man familiar with Nista's defense, served as the forward, the Falcon Army passed through the border with almost no obstacles. In just three days, 30,000 Falcon troops appeared in Nista, which had no time to react. Under the capital city,

Saron used 25,000 men to contain the Nicetan garrison, and sent another 5,000 elite troops to storm the weak areas of the city wall pointed out by Leopold at night. Sure enough, he broke through the city wall defenses in one fell swoop, and the army broke into Nice the next day. In the capital city of the tower, the nobles of Nista saw that there was no hope of holding on, so they fled in chaos. As a result, they were chased by Leopold, who was familiar with the road. Killed, and finally killed all the fugitives on the border, and more than a thousand corpses were hanged on the border line. "According to His Majesty's order, in ten days, I will lead 25,000 people to leave Nista." Long picked up the order book in his hand, glanced at Leopold who was standing upright, and made a gesture to him to sit down, "Your Excellency, you want to leave?"

Leopold sat down with a cautious look on his face, a little nervous. He didn't know what Salon meant by what he said.

Salon smiled at the nervous Leopold, "Don't be nervous. The reason why I tell you this is because you will take on a more important task. His Majesty has just appointed you as the leader of the Nista Regional Army in the order." Chief, you have the power to recruit an army of 5,000 people from the Nista people to take charge of regional defense. Royal security! This is the reward His Majesty promised you! You will be the top military commander of the Nista Region Guards Flag Regiment." "This is so grateful for His Majesty's grace..." Leopold His face was red from holding back, and his eyes were filled with tears of excitement. His face was full of unexpected joy, and some of him knew how to express it.

Salon put the order book on the table with a stern expression. "We will soon announce a series of land decrees belonging to the empire in Nista, and the administrative officers of the empire will arrive soon. I believe that privatizing the land will make most of the The Nista people chose to surrender to us without hesitation. As for the nobles who originally owned a large amount of land, they were the targets of the attack. I heard that you have a lot of their secrets in your hands. "

Salon's voice paused, and a sharp light flashed through his muddy one eye. "This is also what His Majesty means. As an important springboard for the northwest coastline, Nista is a strategic location for the Imperial Navy, and the southwest barrier of the Normandy region must be under complete control. under,

"It's better to get rid of potential dangers as soon as possible. You can understand what I mean, right?" There was a hint of blood in Salon's tone. "Yes, I understand completely." Leopold stood up straight and responded with a serious look. "It won't take ten days. Five days can completely solve these troubles. I have evidence of every noble family in the capital of Nista. I will never let your majesty and adults down!" "Very good, congratulations, I should call you the head of the Leopold flag now!" Salon smiled, stood up and walked over, extending his right hand to him. "You are the first foreign head of the flag in the Obaro region of the empire. Your majesty's wisdom is really admirable!"

Sending away the excited Leopold, Salon's eyes moved to the raindrops outside the window like broken beads, and a curved arc appeared at the corner of his mouth. Dusk in the northwest! It's really appropriate. Ten days later, the entire northwest will be a bloody change. It's probably only your majesty who can come up with a final decision in the chaos! (To be continued…)