Realm of Power

Jersey coast city Rovka

The early winter sunshine shines on this west coast, which is the closest gateway to the central zone. It is also the hub for traveling from the west coast to the royal capital.

Sixty years ago, Rovka was just a small pass located here. For sixty years, as the de facto dividing line between the military and the royal family, the importance of Rovka is self-evident. From the Royal Capital As a trading transit station in the region, a large number of slaves were smuggled, and the military nobles occupying the west coast gradually developed this city on the original basis.

Although Rovka does not have a long history, its status in Fezer is not inferior to those big cities that have been around for hundreds of years.

Since the emperor took control of the west coast, the headquarters of the empire's northwest army was temporarily set up in Rovka. At the same time, because the empire released a large number of slaves on the west coast, a large number of Fezer slaves poured into the west coast from the royal capital area to Rovka. The scene is that the royal capital is in chaos, the nobles are fleeing in panic, and countless slaves under their command have naturally fled. However, the west side has been blocked by the noble army and the military. The royal capital will obviously become the military's final attack target.

The only direction the slaves could escape was to the west, toward the coast, and the imperial army had almost no restrictions on the Rovka line. There were only a small number of patrol cavalry wandering along the border. These cavalrymen wearing black armor , all these refugees are allowed to , not even interested in questioning him. He would only stop to ask a few questions when he met nobles and businessmen with better clothes. But he also looked indifferent, not at all like the rumored Seven Sweeps. The arrogance and arrogance of one hundred thousand Confederate troops. ````"Rovka, the City of Light, I don't know when. Rovka has become a symbol of light and hope in the mouth of Feize slaves!"

At this moment, a group of Fezer slaves who had escaped from the royal capital area were marching hard towards Rovka City. This group of slaves numbered about a hundred people. They were in ragged clothes and looked hungry. Men are either skinny or skinny. Either the whole body is as black as coal, and someone in their twenties can be seen as prematurely senile in their forties or fifties. The woman wears a wide robe that covers her whole body, with only a pair of eyes exposed. Because of hunger, Many people collapsed on the road. Some people were still thinking about it, even if they had no food. Digging grass is also possible, but the actual situation is worse than expected. There are too many slaves heading in the direction of Rovka, according to statistics from the imperial officers stationed in Rovka. In just two months, as many as 400,000 Fezer slaves poured into the west coast from the royal capital area. The main reasons were war and hunger.

The royal capital has become a mess between the royal army and the military. The nobles are still in the dilemma of lack of food, not to mention these slaves who are not even as expensive as livestock. Many nobles ran to the royal capital with a large amount of property. Discover. The belongings they carried may not be enough to feed the family. The military and noble armies have cut off the food supply of the royal capital. The Nulon Massacre has frightened the nobles of the royal capital so much that they dare not leave the royal capital. In the end, they had to send people to form a group to the Rovka area to obtain the goods from the imperial merchants. The West Coast region is a rich area with abundant plantations and fertile grain producing areas. These were originally controlled by slave owners on the West Coast. Now they are all in the hands of the Imperial Bank. The Imperial Bank just flips them around. That’s more than ten times the benefits.

But it is winter now, and not even a single blade of grass can be seen on the desolate land outside Rovka. It was not frozen to death by the cold wind, but dug clean by the fugitive slaves, full of hungry fugitive slaves. , in a vast expanse of sky and earth, a bright red sun hanging on the western horizon, and the outline of the city appearing under the dusk sky, the old man who led the team knelt down excitedly.

"Everyone, work harder, the City of Light is ahead!" The leader was an old man with an old face. After worshiping Rovka, it could be seen that this was not the first time that the old man brought slaves to Rovka. The sound made everyone go crazy. When they heard that Rovka was in front of them, no matter how hungry or weak they were, they all swarmed towards the city in front of them as if they had been given a shot of blood.

Rovka, the City of Light, is on the west coast behind this city. At this moment, there is no slave. It is said that the occupier here has issued a notice to accept all escaped slaves and directly grant them freedom. If the slave owner harms Slaves will also be severely punished, and the most important thing is , the slaves who escaped here will have someone responsible for receiving them, and they will not starve to death due to lack of work. They will be free, have a job that can support their families, and will not have to receive harsh and cruel treatment from the slave owners. For most generations living at the bottom For Feize slaves, this is a veritable city of light! And the city is now within their reach,

Among the people swarming forward, a woman wearing a worn-out jacket with her whole body covered looked a little tired and her steps were heavy because she was holding a middle-aged man with a slightly darker complexion in her hand.

This man is not tall and can only be considered to be of average height. He is thin and wears the most common clothing of slaves. On the right side of his cheek, there is an ugly staggered scar, which is a trident-like brand. In the South, , this is the mark of Fezer's prisoners of war. Any prisoner of war captured by Fezer's army will be cruelly branded with the legion mark by Fezer's army, but most of them will not be branded on On the face, because most of the prisoners captured on the battlefield are strong men, they are the favorite goods of slave owners. Since it is goods, it is natural to pay attention to a beautiful appearance, but there is another situation, that It's just to humiliate someone, to brand it on someone's face. No matter how brilliant his life is, the humiliation cannot be washed away in the end. The middle-aged man walks with a limp, which is obviously a problem with his legs.

"Nalin, Uncle Ross's leg injury hasn't healed yet. Do you need my help?" A relatively strong man noticed the woman's difficulty and turned back from the front with obvious flattery in his eyes.

"No need, Rovka is just ahead. We've gone so far, and it's even better now." The woman named Nalin thanked the man, but her tone sounded a little cold.

"Yes, we finally arrived in Rovka!" Nalin refused. The man seemed to be used to it, with a warm smile on his excited face. Said the man: "I heard that there is a special registration office for fugitive slaves in Rovka City, where fugitive slaves can get food and rest, and then be assigned jobs according to their personal circumstances. I also heard that the West Coast encourages slaves to form their own families." His voice paused, and he glanced at Nalin next to him with a somewhat fiery gaze, and asked hesitantly, "Nalin. You will also need to start a family by then. Uncle Ross also needs someone to take care of you. Do you think I..." ”

"I don't know what will happen next. Let's go to the city first."

Nalin lowered her head and directly interrupted the man to continue speaking. She didn't understand the man's thoughts, but the other man didn't know her identity at all. He only regarded her as one of the escaped slaves. There was no way the other man would understand. think. Her status in the Calisu Kingdom is more noble than that of a princess.

"Okay, maybe I was really overestimating my abilities..." The man lowered his head with an ugly expression, coughed in embarrassment and turned forward.

Although they were both slaves, he knew that Nalin and Uncle Ross in front of him were definitely not ordinary slaves. Their words and deeds along the way did not look like they were slaves at the lowest level. Most likely, the father and daughter Nalin and Uncle Ross should be A high-level slave belonging to the noble vassal level, and the land of the royal capital. There are many big nobles gathered here. If they come from a big noble family, even high-class slaves are not much worse than ordinary small nobles.

"Nalin, actually I think finding a man in Rovka is a good choice!"

At this time, the middle-aged man who had been pretending to be sick could no longer suppress the smile on his face. His originally indifferent white pupils were as bright as the morning stars.

"Old man, if you say that again, believe it or not, I will leave you here directly." Nalin looked angry.

"Old man?" The middle-aged man rolled his eyes. "Using such a name to your father is not the etiquette that a high-ranking noble should have. Have you lost all the court etiquette you have learned in these years?"

"Father? Have you taken care of me since the day I was born? Where were you when my mother died?" Nalin's eyes were as red as a rabbit, and there was a hint of trembling in her tone. "When I first saw her , already fifteen years old, as old as the woman you newly married, do you know what I wanted to do most at that time? If the housekeeper hadn't stopped me, I would have killed you!"

"Okay, okay, it's my fault. If you argue about one thing a hundred times, I will be troubled!"

"And you also know that that woman is not the one I want to marry, but the royal family. If you don't marry her, you will die!" the middle-aged man said with emotion on his face.

Nalin was pushed by the middle-aged man's hand, and she was still gnashing her teeth unwillingly and scolding, "Coward, what a legendary general! All the troops were killed by the Fezer people, what's the point of you escaping alone! And since you are going to If you want to escape, you should be escaping to the south. To the west, how can you still get mixed up with a group of slaves? "

"What's one person? It's obviously two people, don't you count?" The middle-aged man curled his lips in distress, with the helpless expression of a father meeting his rebellious daughter. He shrugged his shoulders and explained, " Do you think I want to do this? You know, although I am the nominal commander of the Kalisu Army, in fact all the officers are Loori's confidants."

"He holds Wang Ling in his hand. Although he is his deputy, he is the king's spy. He tried to find excuses to get rid of me several times along the way."

"So you just watched thousands of Kalisu warriors die?" Lina interrupted him with a sneer.

"I have already reminded them, and even asked them to camp outside. As soon as the banquet is over, they will evacuate immediately. Who would have thought that Feize's army would take action so quickly!" The middle-aged man looked gloomy and sighed, "Feize's army After slaughtering all the southern troops, we immediately blocked all roads to the south, so we can't go south, we can only go west, and get out of the control of the Fezers first."

The middle-aged man touched it and said in a solemn voice, "Fortunately, I still have some connections on the west coast, but I don't know how many I have left now." The middle-aged man felt helpless in his heart. He went through life and death for the kingdom, and was even raped. Feize was once captured and had a permanent mark on his face In the end, he had to marry a royal princess and permanently put an eyeliner beside him. Every move he made was under the supervision of the royal family. Even so, the old king still did not show any concern when he passed the throne. Send yourself to Feize without mercy to die! Fortunately, I had a premonition of something and took away the only daughter I loved most on the grounds of marrying the noble Feize. Otherwise, I would really have only one way to die!

"A scourge like you, an executioner who specializes in killing people, should die early!"

Nalin's young face was cold. In her impression, her father was not a legendary general who shocked the south, but a beast who fought and killed. In the south, the legendary general Lytle also had a terrifying appearance. It is said that every enemy he kills will have a piece of skin peeled off as a trophy. In Lytle's mansion, a piece of leather-tanned product with an area of ​​more than ten meters square is hung on the wall of the hall as a decoration. If you like to look at it, you will find that the entire piece of leather is sewn by hundreds or thousands of small pieces of leather. The texture on it is delicate and smoother than other animal skins. It also makes the viewer’s hair stand on end. It is undoubtedly the texture of human skin.

"There are some things that you don't understand at all. I am not fighting for myself, I am fighting for the South! I am fighting for the southerners who one day will no longer be humiliated like me!"

The middle-aged man's dull expression finally showed a trace of fluctuation, and he clenched his fingers fiercely. There was no regret in his tone. Although the method was a bit cruel, it was to frighten the enemy. If he didn't do this, how could the Carisu Kingdom be possible? Having risen to such an extent in just twenty years, there is a faint tendency to compete with the Northern Fezer. Lytle has always believed that the reason why the Northern Fezer is so powerful is entirely due to the unification war of Fezer a hundred years ago. Although that was The sequelae of field unification are not small. , and even left the ending of the current battle between the two powers, but it is also because Fezer was the first to achieve unification, so in just a hundred years, he dominated the west coast, expanded southward, and seized countless slaves and wealth. slaves and wealth , allowing Feize's power to grow day by day, while the south, which was suffering from war and oppression, was still in constant melee, wars were raging, and the lives of the people were in ruins. The people were not clothed, had no food to eat, and were in panic all day long. In front of the Feizer people, they only had a groveling position.

At this moment, a rumble of horse hooves came from the hilly area not far away, and a group of black imperial cavalry appeared in the distance. The two immediately stopped arguing and got out of the way. The cavalry quickly arrived at the two of them. Nearby, while the two were waiting for the cavalry to pass by, Lytle suddenly heard a slightly surprised voice, "Isn't this. Mr. Lytle, the Southern Legend?" (To be continued.)

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