Realm of Power

The rain stopped unexpectedly in the middle of the night, which was a good sign.

Horse hooves trampled heavily in the rain on the long street, splashing onto the corpses along the way. The human blood under the rain gathered into a red river, bubbling on the roadside, and the light rain mixed with the smell of blood hit our faces. , the sound of horse hooves breaking through the rainy night was particularly clear in the silent night,

The Gauls hiding behind doors and windows on both sides of the street watched in horror as the groups of black cavalry swept past the shadowy long street like strong winds. Their faces became increasingly pale. These black-armored cavalry had serious expressions and maintained a high degree of silence, which seemed That's so unreal,

"Your Majesty, the army has entered the city! Salon's Northern Army is mopping up." A black-armored guard came from the front to report. The fat man waved to the black-armored guard and glanced at the city group in front. "Tell Saron "Long, don't spread the influence too widely. Just clear out the five-mile area centered on the palace. There is no need to pursue the escaped guards, "Yes! "The black-armored cavalry galloped away,

"Order all armies not to kill excessively and to assemble at the Gallic Palace!" The fat man raised his eyebrows.

"Gather now?" Besukaya, who was following next to her, showed a hint of surprise on her pretty face, and asked curiously, "Isn't this the best time to pursue the defeated army?" "

"The army is broken? At this time, it doesn't matter. Do you know why I only let the Salon troops with the smallest strength enter the city?" The fat man glanced at her with lightning eyes, which was shocking, and then looked sharply into the distance. The dense forest-like building complex said slowly, "The city gate has been blocked. Even if the other party runs, they can't escape. The city in front of us is the largest city in the north of Obarro, with a length and width of more than ten miles. , with a population of hundreds of thousands, and internal streets criss-crossing it, even with our military strength. It is impossible to clear them all overnight. Excessive pursuit will lead to unnecessary massacres."

The fat man paused, then held the reins of the war horse tightly and said, "You are not a soldier, there are some things you don't understand! The elites who have experienced battles are most susceptible to the effects of bad weather, such as heavy rain and thunder, which will cause them to burst into a rage. With such bloodthirsty rage, if a city siege is ordered, such soldiers will become fierce beasts that are not afraid of death. If the two armies are fighting in the field, they will become killing machines.

"If we were facing a completely undefended and prosperous Kyoto," the fat man stopped, his eyes shining brightly.

"Will there be a massacre of the city?" Besukaya's body trembled slightly, and her heart tightened.

She also seemed to feel something. The atmosphere around her was simply depressing to the extreme. There was lightning and thunder above her head, constantly wandering between light and darkness. The air was filled with the strong smell of blood from the rain, hitting them all over the head. The closer they got to the palace, the more tragic the scene in front of them became. At a glance, the streets were filled with water mixed with blood. Bodies were white in the rain. No one knew how many people had died.

"Be careful!" The fat man leading the way suddenly slowed down.

Besukaya discovered that it was because there were too many corpses blocking the road, and there was a faint sound of water coming from the front.

"If you're not used to it, just go back first." The fat man turned around and said. He didn't care, but he was a little worried that Besukaya wouldn't be able to get used to this scene of Shura Hell. This is the periphery of the palace, and it must be the place where the fiercest battles are fought. place. Going forward, he couldn't guarantee what he would see!

"No, I'm fine!"

Besukaya bit her lips with her shell-like teeth, raised her head, her face suddenly turned pale, and she felt an urge to retching. The battle tonight was centered on the palace, so the most people died here. From the city's main roads to branch roads, there are bloody battles everywhere.

The road has completely turned blood red here, and the walls on both sides are covered with blood stains that look like flowers blooming. Walking during this period is like walking in hell. There are corpses lying on the ground under your feet, with broken limbs and hands floating in the rain, and horse hooves. There was almost no place to stay, so I could only move forward by stepping on the soft corpse.

It was quiet all around, and the soft snapping sound of the horse's hooves stepping on the corpse made people feel even more creepy and frightened.

The fighting on the battlefield is not scary. What is scary is the scene after the fighting. Besukaya, who had participated in the Northern War, was also frightened. She did not expect that the civil war could reach this level. It was even worse than a siege. It's a bit more tragic, his fingers are holding the reins tightly, and they are slightly white with tension.

"Tsk tsk, your own people are killing your own people. Killing to this extent is considered a super performance...!" She heard the fat man in front of her say something low, and she saw the source of the sound of water and the red lips. Finally can't close it, spectacular? Still miserable! She couldn't describe what she was thinking right now.

I saw a slope more than 20 meters ahead, where the corpses were stacked more than one meter high.

A red wave of water, as if squeezed by a powerful force, like a roaring water dragon, shot down from the 40-degree slope where the pile of corpses was located, forming a dark red waterfall. These water flows came from other places. The convergence of forked roads was frightening in number, and the water flow hit the pile of corpses and scattered like waves.

It can be seen that the noble private army has an overwhelming advantage, because most of the corpses here are in the uniforms of the Guards. The fat man curled his lips slightly, Algernon Julia, this woman, hit the iron plate this time. Ginger is still hotter when old, this sentence is indeed true, the nobles of Gaul and Kyoto These guys are not very good at fighting. In the muddy waters of conspiracy and internal strife, there are many ruthless characters who can eat people without spitting out their bones. The palace in the center is being stripped off layer by layer. Although the advancement of the private army is slow, it is only a matter of progress.

"A very beautiful pre-emptive tactic. The person in charge should be the Minister of Internal Affairs who has controlled the internal affairs of Gaul for thirty years!" The fat man gave a fairly fair evaluation. In this conspiracy-versus-conspiracy battle, Algernon Jue Leah can be considered a complete defeat, noble One side showed an aggressive attitude of attacking first and setting up an ambush at the fierce fighting position in advance, leading the Gallic Guards into the ambush circle. It was like a civil war in Kyoto. It was ridiculous that Algernon and Julia had not noticed at all. Tens of thousands of Gaul soldiers The elite guardsmen were tortured to death in this way.

At the gate of the Gallic Palace, the fierce battle continued, and the bright swords shone coldly in the distance! Waves of private soldiers climbed towards the city wall. In the second and third waves, the guards' spearmen stood on the palace wall and stabbed downwards with their spears.

blood splatter

"Ah" the private soldier climbing below screamed and fell down the palace wall several meters high.

The private soldiers sent out were still like a colony of ants climbing up to put sugar, and they were so densely packed that it was almost impossible to see the number. Although the city guards remained neutral during the turmoil, this time the aristocratic coalition still numbered more than 30,000 people, and they stood firm in Gaul. The palace has only five thousand troops, and there is a huge disparity in strength.

"Hold on! The Guards officer above shouted with all his strength. During the chaos, in front of the palace gate, several small ramming vehicles covered with thick leather, surrounded by regular Falcon Army troops, approached the palace gate and collided." The front end of the car's iron cover was pulled up high by the people behind it. Then let go, drawing a frightening arc, and slammed into the golden door of the Gallic Palace.

"Pa: With the first blow, the iron bars on the gate bent and flew out, bounced on the wall next to it, and fell to the ground. The Gallic Palace never thought that one day it would need to be used as a fortress, so this gate The decoration is far more practical than the war.

The car hit hard again, and after the fifth blow, the palace door began to shatter. The severely deformed door bar at the rear was ejected.

The palace door opened a gap

"Kill!" The heavy infantry of the Falcon Army shouted loudly, like scavengers, waving their melee flails and rushing forward with thunderous momentum. The Gallic Guards, who were exhausted after a night of fierce fighting, saw the huge crowd after the gate opened, with red eyes. He held his shield and spear high and advanced to fight,

"Pop!" Two waves of the same black color collided at the city gate.

The roar was like thunder. Because the gap was too narrow and the two armies were so close together, except for the people in the front row, the soldiers at the rear had no time to deploy their weapons and suddenly collided with each other. In the gap of just a few meters, thousands of people from the two armies rushed to kill each other. The bodies of both sides were heavily squeezed together, and the soldiers

The soldiers were pressed against each other, the shields collided heavily, let alone fighting. He couldn't even turn around, but even so, the follow-up troops were still rushing forward, adding density to this dense vortex.

The Falcon Heavy Infantry has a stout body and is protected by thick heavy armor. They could barely withstand such a level of crowding, but the Praetorian Guards with thin armor were unlucky.

In such a close crowd, no matter how high your personal abilities are, you will not be able to display them. The guards were so crowded that they could not even stand on the ground. Their ribs were broken, their legs were trampled, and their necks were squeezed. Soldiers with weak bodies He was squeezed until he vomited blood, and from time to time the crowd could hear the sounds of dying whimpering.

"Help……"

The battle at the gap lasted for more than ten minutes, and the barrier of the Imperial Guards was finally broken down. Half of the Imperial Guards blocking the gap were killed, and the others began to flee. It was not that they did not want to surrender, but that they had become red-eyed just now.

"Attack!" shouted loudly,

The heavy infantry group of the Falcon regular army that rushed into the palace gate was like a huge boulder rolling down a mountain, advancing heavily and unstoppably. Along the way, there was only the clear sound of swords being snapped and broken, and the sounds of wailing and screaming were heard one after another. A torrent of black iron armor rushed into the ranks of the reinforcing Imperial Guards, and a terrifying wailing sounded.

"Bastard, what are these? When did the nobles have such terrifying soldiers!" The Gallic Guards were almost going crazy. They watched the situation reverse in an instant, and the people in front were chopped into pieces.

They resisted with all their strength. They came forward brandishing swords and guns, but their weapons only left white traces on the armors of these monster-like heavy infantrymen who were wearing heavy armor. The terrifyingly strong heavy armored soldiers ignored the light weapons of these guards. Attack, just like a wild boar with tusks, only one thrust forward,

"Kill! Kill! Kill!" The shouts of the soldiers on the opposite side were like repeated explosions. With one blow from the heavy weapon in their hands, even the man and his shield were smashed into pulp. The short-handled giant ax swept across and blocked the front. cut off the people

"Oh my God!" The nobles and private soldiers in Gaul and Kyoto behind were all stunned. The private soldiers who were attacking the city wall to contain them all stopped. Their eyes were full of blood, as if they had been slapped countless times. slap

What is a killing machine? This is a real professional killing machine. Killing people is like chopping vegetables and melons. They wave their weapons neatly and step forward. They wave their weapons neatly again and step forward again. They are like a group of people who skillfully cut the ears of wheat in the field. Old farmer, these are the people they cut off All obstacles in their way, human bodies, limbs, armors, and weapons were crushed to pieces. The queue of soldiers who were alive a second ago turned into bloody debris in an instant. Those who flashed by in the night light All the traces have a sense of art,

Compared with these real professional soldiers, the previous battle was like two children fighting.

This is Salon's Northern Army, a truly elite force that marched northward for thousands of miles and defeated more than 100,000 Gaulish Northern Army with 30,000 troops. They knew the Gauls' battle formations and queues very well, and they were also the most powerful troops. They had faced more than 100,000 Gaulish troops without changing their expressions, not to mention that there was a group of stupid people standing in front of them. The light infantry quickly developed a powerful momentum like a tiger descending a mountain.

"Black... Black, they are not private soldiers, they are the heavy infantry of the Falcon Empire!" Finally, some of the guards realized that something was wrong in the darkness, and their eyes focused in horror on the dark armor that the other party thought was caused by the night. It was not the light of the night, but the light of blackness. The armor of these killing gods is black,

He looked terrified and shouted loudly, but his head was immediately chopped off with a sharp ax, causing his voice to stop abruptly.

"Opposite are the heavy infantry of the Falcon Empire!" The guards at the back collectively shuddered, and after taking a closer look, the armors of the killing gods on the opposite side were really black, black, too black! The black ones looked like a group of devils coming in, and the guards were very loyal. The fighting spirit is not low, but in order to seek surprise, they are all lightly dressed tonight, because they do not think that the nobles will break out to resist. Moreover, the nobles did not have heavy infantry. Heavy armor has always been a strictly controlled contraband. As a result, it was crushed by the opponent's heavy infantry.

"The nobles must have opened the city gate and the Falcon Army entered the city!" The guards looked angry. Looking at the Falcon Army and the private soldiers in the same attack line, you can even guess what is going on with your feet, if the city gate is opened. There are 100,000 Falcon Empire troops outside the city!

The minds of the Imperial Guards were completely shaken,

There are only a few thousand guardsmen guarding the palace, while the opponent's number is more than 100,000.

The disparity in strength between the two sides is so great that we dare not even think about it.

"We no longer have the confidence to fight anymore!" Chaos spread. Facing the Falcon Hoplites who were more eager to fight, the Gallic Guards became timid. They looked at their comrades in front of them who were fighting desperately but could not hurt each other. Those armored giants wearing black horned helmets could kill them with a casual wave. Fang smashed his body to pieces and chopped it into pieces with a tomahawk. Thinking about the fact that there are still hundreds of thousands of enemies, no matter how brave the warrior is, he can't control his body and mind from being affected. His fighting spirit plummets, even though the officer roars behind him and becomes violent. Even for days, they still couldn't help but retreat step by step.

When Fatty arrived, the Battle of the Royal Palace had come to an end. Salon's army lived up to expectations and quickly captured the crucial Gallic Palace. However, Algernon Julia was not found, and Fatty was not interested in this. Unexpectedly, it would be a ghost if the huge Gallic palace didn't even have a secret passage for emergency escape. The capital of Gaul has completely stood on its side, and the woman has lost her most relied on Praetorian Guards. She is already Powerless to change the world! There are so many people in Kyoto who want this woman dead that they can form a legion, but let the Gauls solve it themselves! Easy and simple, a big bargain

"Under His Majesty's thunder, the result of any obstruction will be to become a fan!"

"Yes, yes, such a powerful army is really jaw-dropping. It is indeed the first army in the mainland. That woman overestimates her own capabilities, uses her arms as a chariot, and seeks death."

"Your Majesty's soldiers are the best in the world!"

A group of Kyoto aristocrats, with tens of thousands of private soldiers behind them, had already knelt on the ground at the gate of the palace. They were flattering and venting their inner joy. It was so dangerous. Fortunately, they surrendered, otherwise You are the one who becomes a fan, and you made the right choice! Look at those butchers just now. Killing the Imperial Guards is like killing vegetables.

The fat man raised his hands on the war horse, glanced over, and exuded a majestic aura, saying loudly, "This is everyone's contribution. I will not treat any families who participated in the battle of the palace tonight badly! You all use yourselves." His actions showed his loyalty to the Empire.”

"Thank you, Your Majesty!" The nobles all showed joy on their faces. The Vekia Falcon is brutal, but it is still the kind of person who keeps his word. With tonight's capital, at least one-third of the industry can be saved.

Salon understood the fat man's thoughts best. He found an opportunity and quietly leaned towards this damn bitch. He smiled brightly and said in a low voice, "Your Majesty, it's me who is clever. Now you can absolutely rest assured that our people have completely controlled the palace. On the first floor, there are guards at every door. If you see someone who is dead, you can’t even think about flying out of the palace even if you have a brick, a tile, or a small silver coin. These all belong to the empire and belong to His Majesty! "

"Well, this time is good, you are smart!" The fat man waved to these surrendered Kyoto nobles, his eyes narrowed slightly, he was really happy in his heart, he made a fortune! What the hell, don't chase the defeated army for fear of causing excessive killing. In fact, the fat man is afraid that the private soldiers will capture the Gallic Palace in advance. After looting, the losses will be huge! It always takes a lot of effort to get these bastards to spit it out when the time comes.

Salon was indeed his confidant. Hearing the voice, he understood the meaning. He immediately ignored the trivial matters of sweeping the defeated army and picking up the bargains, and went straight to the Gaul Palace, which was what His Majesty was most concerned about.

Finally, he caught up. The fat man glanced at the towering palace complex in front of him. How much wealth does a palace of a 300-year-old empire require? A conservative estimate is more than 50 million gold coins. The empire not only earned back the more than 20 million spent on military operations in more than two months, but also became a little rich. (To be continued..)