Realm of Power

In October, the season before the onset of midwinter, the cold autumn raindrops hit the glass window sill. The continuous rainy season that enveloped the entire northwest region gradually came to an end. There were few people on the streets.

The rain trickled down from the withered leaves and turned into moisture that nourished the earth. The weather began to become cold, and the wind rolled up the collars of passers-by, making people miss the warmth of the summer sun. The clothes of passers-by were replaced by the thickness of late autumn. This is the smell of winter approaching,

The chaos in the northwest gradually became clearer, and Brandenburg, as the main battlefield, was calm.

The confrontation between nearly 300,000 troops has turned into an unknown tacit understanding. All eyes are focused on the west coast of Brandenburg, because that is the outbreak point of the entire war. With Basta A full-scale war broke out in the two regions of Bresse and Northwestern. The fighting power of the barbarians on the northwest coast was like a tide sweeping the earth. The two countries suffered consecutive defeats, which once again shocked the leaders of the opposition.

The Falcon Kingdom's army of more than 50,000 people launched an all-out attack on the predetermined target from the north and south directions without any scruples. At this time, everyone understood that from the beginning, the opponent's eyes were on these two areas. , the dominance of the war has been completely in the hands of the opponent since the fall of Ohacha. With Ohacha as a stronghold, the opponent can easily conquer the entire opposition hinterland, but it is unable to counterattack, or even defend.

Among the opposition, Denia and Southend are the two strongest countries. They are both grand duchies with more than 80,000 regular troops. The following are Svendborg, Bangor, Basta, and Braes. Each of the medium-sized principalities has a military strength of 30,000 to 50,000. Among them, finally there are Ohacha and Tarbot in the Marquis, as well as Luarca who was forced to come in, Vili, Losso, Zekelia and other small areas near the sea. Atwood Sea City because of its naval strength Strong, ranking as a principality

Now the Duke of Bangor has run back to put out the fire. The Grand Dukes of Basta and Bresse left the table angrily.

The Principality of Svendborg, which has the same status, belongs to the area connected to Ohacha. Now it is eager to have the cavalry of the northwest barbarians. It is best to go to harm other people. Naturally, it is impossible to help the Basta and Bresse areas.

A strange phenomenon occurred in the alliance, which was controlled by Denia and Southend, the strongest teams, and it became a mess. On the other side, the so-called armistice negotiations are still continuing. It seems that everyone has ignored the other side's unscrupulous attack. The opposition alliance led by Denia, Southend and Svendborg is still facing Article 3. There is endless debate over the content of

On the premise of giving up the interests of the two principalities, he gained the power to break away from the control of the Julius family and formed the dream of dividing the north and the south. This temptation really moved the hearts of the three regions that first raised the rebel flag. The leaders of Luarka, Vili, Losso, Zekelia and other small seaside regions also found excuses to run away. The direction of this war has completely changed. The alliance has ceased to exist in name only. Everyone tacitly understands that there is no point in staying any longer!

The strategic purpose of the northwest barbarian, Wikija Falcon, is very clear. Occupy the principalities of Basta and Bres and connect Nista and Ohacha at both ends of the corridor, if the strategy is successful. From Normandy on the northwest coast to Ohacha in the central northwest, this thousand-mile coastal area will become the prey of the Vecchia Falcon. The opponent's appetite is shocking.

But the opposition also has a bit of luck. If the opponent swallows such a large area in one go, it should be quiet for a while!

In this situation, anyone who mentions this barbarian king in the northwest is terrified. This guy is so ruthless. Every time he strikes, he either devours the target in one bite, or is unimaginably ferocious and bloody.

"If I interrupt this guy's interest in hunting, will he suffer cruel retaliation?" Driven by this idea, the opponents of the negotiation seemed to have completely forgotten about the ongoing war.

The Principality of Basta and the Principality of Braise, which had forgotten that they were in the war zone, were eagerly awaiting reinforcements from the Alliance.

Forgetting that in the war zone, the Principality of Bastar lost 15,000 soldiers and six generals in less than half a month. The Principality of Bastar, with a total population of only 250,000, is on the verge of despair.

The defense line was greatly reduced, tens of thousands of deserters and refugees were scattered, and the Archduke of Basta, who had slipped back from Brandenburg halfway, was almost in a state of collapse.

In order to prevent the tragedy of Bangor from replicating in his own body, the Grand Duke of the Principality of Basta immediately ordered the remaining troops to completely abandon the more than 500-mile coastal corridor area close to the coastline and compress the limited forces into a small area not far from the inland capital. In several cities,

He hoped to rely on the city walls to effectively block the surging hooves of the opponent's cavalry.

Archduke Brace, who was on the other end of the battle line, was so angry that he vomited blood and fell to the ground when he heard the news. The first thing he said when he was hurriedly rescued by his men was to gnash his teeth and yell: "Bastar people, you cowards, they You will be punished for betraying Blaise..."

It’s no wonder that he had such a jiliè reaction. The connecting area between the Principality of Basta and the Principality of Bresse is on the coast. The Principality of Basta shrinks its troops and voluntarily abandons the coastal area. It will undoubtedly fight the invading enemies against the Principality of Bresse. Behind them, they were completely exposed to the 20,000 cavalry group that was rapidly advancing north along the coast.

In order to protect themselves, the Bastar people completely sold Brace.

As the news spread, the already low morale of the 30,000 Bresse army began to panic uncontrollably. In front of them was the enemy's heavy troop group pressing step by step, and behind them was a large number of enemy cavalry rushing towards them. It felt like they were caught in the middle. , like dancing on a thin tightrope on a high cliff wall, you will fall down at any time and be shattered to pieces

The exciting life of the Bresse people began. Every day, when the Bress soldiers opened their eyes, they felt that even the wind blowing from the coast seemed to be mixed with the thunderous sound of the cavalry's hooves.

At every moment, they dare not take their hands off their weapons. No one knows when the enemy's cavalry will strike like a hurricane.

In the middle of the night, a soldier occasionally shouted "The enemy is coming" in his sleep, causing the camp to be bombed on the spot. Both officers and soldiers were running around completely uncontrollably. The chaos lasted until dawn, with more than 150 people. Ten people were trampled to death because of the chaos;

Time is moving forward hard, and every day is torture for the Brace army facing a desperate situation.

"Your Majesty, Duke, there is no hope of victory in this battle. Please, Your Majesty, please evacuate to a safe area as soon as possible!" The generals of Bresse knelt neatly on one knee in front of Duke Jasguru of Bress.

But they were all rejected by the Duke, who was over fifty and famous for his stubborn temper.

"There are no cowards in Blais. Even if we die, we will never surrender to the invaders!" Jasguru sat on his seat and casually wiped the fine iron spear that had been with him for more than forty years with a dry cloth. , with the golden emblem of the Principality of Bres on one side, an oblong shield that could almost cover the entire person was leaning against the wall next to it, with golden armor and a red cloak. Like all other soldiers, Jasguru also always ready to fight

"Your Majesty the Duke..."

The generals in Bresse looked ugly and could only silently choose to quit. In Bresse, when a man picks up a spear, puts on a shield, and puts on armor, it means that he is determined to die in battle.

The Principality of Braise has always been martial and has training centers in various regions. Males undergo militarized training at regional training centers at a very young age. They prepare their own spears, shields, and armors. Therefore, although the population of Braise is only 170,000, However, they are able to occupy the second-tier powerhouse in the northwest. The Brays infantry phalanx, which is very unique to the Brays people, has a title comparable to the "Iron Wall".

So much so that Salon's heavy infantry group encountered a tenacious blockage from Braise's infantry at the very beginning, and the offensive was almost contained. Salon had to slow down his advance and attack steadily. In terms of strength, Braise had a regular army of 30,000 soldiers. , some other so-called local volunteer armies of more than 10,000 people, and the 25,000 people of the Isaac Long Army can only achieve a suppressive effect.

October 11, evening,

The cavalry group of the Falcon Kingdom appeared under the speculative and uneasy eyes of the Bres people. With the sound of horse hooves that shook the earth, there were dense black lines. Crossing the edge of the raised hills at the rear, countless black cavalry attacked like a whirlwind. "Stop!"

The fat man raised his right hand high, and the fifteen thousand prairie cavalry gathered from all four directions stopped their horses neatly. The battle flags embroidered with golden falcons were reflected in the blood-like sunset. Each team formed a long black dragon, The iron hoofs were clanging, the black armor shone with a dark sheen, the wind on the mountain was a bit chilly, and a piece of dust blew under the hooves of the cavalry that had just stopped,

After adjusting the black armor covered with spikes on his shoulders, the fat man began to look at the Brays army formation below. In the Brays army formation, the white-haired and tall Jasguru was also looking at this man. The legendary barbarian king's face changed color slightly,

The appearance of this barbarian king is really visually oppressive.

A black eagle-winged helmet, an exquisite armor breastplate as dark as night, the chest is shaped like a white thorn flower, the shoulders of the armor are full of sharp edges, and the face cannot be seen clearly, but the whole person stands there, and the whole body is filled with blood. With a strong murderous aura, the feeling is like a demon god, overlooking all the living beings below. The faint pressure is enough to make anyone feel a little panic in their heart.

"Everyone, raise your guns!"

Not to be outdone, Jasguru raised his hands and shouted with all his strength, "Swipe!" Thirty thousand Brays shield spearmen lined up at the four clear corners, blocking themselves with huge thick shields. Countless spears bursting with cold light, the entire row from The gap in the shield stretched out, like a huge hedgehog curled up there. At the moment of danger, the spikes completely exploded outwards, (To be continued...)