Realm of Power

439 Wikia’s Counterattack (1)

The heavy hall door was closed behind him. Crolissart walked in the outer corridor. The wind from the side window brought a few drops of rain to his face, making him feel a rare chill.

"This rain is coming at the wrong time." Thinking of the content of the meeting just now, Crolisate suddenly stopped and looked at the ink sky outside where rain was still falling, and her eyebrows became more and more tight. "

"Please wait a moment, Commander Crolisat." Hu Keqili, the commander of the Guards Corps, called at the end of the corridor to stop Crolisat who was about to mount his horse and leave.

"This is what the Grand Duke asked me to give to you." Hu Keqili walked over with a cautious expression and took out a parchment stamped with the Governor's Palace stamp from his arms.

"This is?" Crolisate looked at Hu Keqili with a puzzled expression.

"This is the appointment document signed by the Grand Duke himself." Hu Keqili smiled at the corner of his mouth, then straightened his body suddenly, respectfully gave Crolissart a military salute, and his words were a little more solemn.

"Your Majesty the Duke has specifically asked that this battle is related to the future national destiny of Wikiia. From now on, Your Excellency can control the western armies with the ring. After the war, Your Excellency, I will be the first Western Governor of Wikisia."

"Western Governor" Hu Keqili's words made Crolisat look stunned for a moment, and then showed a look of ecstasy.

Although the west is desolate, it has a vast territory. In terms of area alone, it covers the area of ​​at least two counties. Especially stimulated by Samor's economic encouragement policy and the large population in the north,

The unique geographical location and fur specialties of the west are becoming the favored objects of businessmen. This once desolate area has not only quickly regained its vitality, but is also gradually forming another new economic center.

"This is really..." Crolisate was so excited that she couldn't speak. She almost took the document with trembling palms. She was so moved by the fat man's trust that she almost knelt down.

This is an unimaginable appointment. In the entire Vecchia, except for Governor Statunko who guards the rear in the south, this is definitely the second appointment from the Duke's Palace.

Controlling the armies in the west and having full authority to handle western affairs is a real power.

Even the commander of a war zone, such as the Saron Legion guarding the north, is definitely not qualified to interfere in other legions and local affairs.

For the mountain legion, which has always been only responsible for assisting attacks and is considered a second-rate legion, this is definitely a great trust. As an old man who has been following the fat man in bloody battles since the lord era, everything is here. Got compensated in an instant

"The Grand Duke is a nostalgic person. As long as he has meritorious service, he will not forget anyone." Hu Keqili's words seemed to indicate something, and he turned to the other flag captains and said

"As for the interests of each tribe, the Grand Duke will never forget it. No matter how each tribe performs in this battle, I, Weixia, will definitely not forget your support."

Hu Keqili's words suddenly paused. He looked at the eager generals in front of him and said with a smile, "As for how much, the Duke did not say. He only said that half of the land acquired in this battle will be distributed to each country as a reward." clan,"

"Half the land." The expressions of the several banner commanders changed. The area of ​​the western grassland is almost equivalent to more than half of the land. The Grand Duke's words undoubtedly gave them the right to decide on the division of this land.

The demeanor of the "land" flag captains who looked solemn just now also changed, and their eyes glowed hotly. They are the commanders of various tribes, and behind them stand the wishes of the tribesmen and the Presbyterian Council.

War drives everything and changes everything. They are no longer poor mountain people living in the mountains. As the Samor war zone continues to advance, the mountain tribes who are attached to the big tree of the Samor army are also beginning to come out. One's own inherently barren area, moving towards a new life

The generous war rewards and commercial trade made these barbarians with strong folk customs become one of the main bodies of the Samor army.

With the return of ethnic groups who have grabbed a lot of wealth from outside, and the breaking of the land control system of local lords, the desire to become a free people with their own land is forming among the mountain peoples. They want a habitat that allows them to get out of the mountains.

The narrow and limited mountainous areas in the south can no longer meet their needs for further expansion of the tribe. Their most urgent desire is to move towards a wider area.

A vast and trouble-free habitat is as precious as gold to these southern mountain people. Fatty's promise at this moment is like a sharp arrow that pierces the hearts of the mountain people, even if it may be just A promise like a flower in the mirror, but it is enough to make the mountain people who are eager for more wealth and land and have just straightened their backs elated.

"Please tell the general to the Grand Duke, I am here to express my highest respect to him on behalf of all the ethnic groups in the mountains." Looking at the excited faces of the several flag commanders around him, Crolisate saluted Hu Keqi first.

"Long live the Grand Duke." Several other flag captains also straightened their bodies with grateful expressions on their faces, and all performed a tribal salute to Hu Keqi. The passion of war burned in their hearts.

Watching Crolisate and several generals disappear in the rain, Hu Keqili knew that the appointment just signed by the Grand Duke himself had undoubtedly set the generals of the Western Army on fire.

The passion of war has never been so strongly expressed on their faces,

Hu Keqili's steps stopped at the corner of the corridor. Through the sky far to the northwest, Hu Keqili raised his head curiously. Heavy rain was falling, but on the northwest edge of the sky, bursts of red glow were rolling. This It's a sign before the storm is coming

The general decision-making order regarding the western grassland operation had been issued half a month ago. The entire Wikiya army was like a sophisticated instrument, already operating secretly and fiercely.

The armies in the central and southern parts have taken up positions, ready to deal with the Ruidian army coming to retaliate at any time, and the mountain army, which is the main offensive force, has also set out to the west.

It was a barren land. Different from the vast and vast central grasslands, the terrain was extremely complex. Mountains, hills and grasslands were mixed together. Swamps and alpine hard soil were the main landforms of the western grasslands.

The snow-capped Snowy Mountains region makes the climate of the western grassland even more unpredictable. In the morning, it may still be covered with wind and snow, and hail as big as a thumb hits the head, but by noon, the sun will be shining brightly, and the baked armor will be hot and difficult to wear.

The most terrifying thing is at night, when the sudden severe cold will freeze an unsuspecting person into a popsicle. The fat man who once commanded the Western Campaign undoubtedly knows this firsthand.

According to Fatty's analysis at the meeting, and the additions from representatives of the Maomo family who were familiar with the terrain of the west,

It was unanimously agreed that even if the Ruidian army, which mainly came from the central temperate zone, had crossed the relatively easy-to-travel meadow area in the eastern part of the western grassland in advance, it would encounter unpredictable resistance when entering the hinterland of the Acrela Mountains.

It was a hilly area of ​​high cold hard soil with high west and low east. For the Ruidian army, which mainly relied on heavy equipment, it was a daunting problem.

Storms, rain and snow have turned the already difficult mountain roads into glaciers and frozen soil. No matter how elite the army is, in such a harsh environment, their marching speed and combat effectiveness will inevitably be greatly reduced.

If you want to go from the hinterland of the western grassland, which is dominated by highlands and hills, to the northern part of Turga in the strategic plan, this difficult-to-pass frozen mountain road is the only way.

Even cavalry with strong legs will take at least ten days. If there are infantry mixed in, the time will be longer.

This is a God-given opportunity

"The mantis stalks the cicada, but the oriole follows behind." When the fat man looked at Mao Mona's snow-white fingers crossing the map, he naturally thought of this word. If such an opportunity is wasted, he will be punished by God. "

The complex terrain and weather made the Ruidian people choose this place to avoid the eyes of Kugit scouts in the central part of the country.

But it was enough for the Wekias, who were closer to the hinterland of the western grasslands, to come up from behind and stab Ruildian's army in the butt from behind, driving the hundreds of thousands of Ruildian's army into a hell that was difficult to recover from.

The first to attack were the mountain regiments who were familiar with fighting in mountains and hills. This was something Fatty had carefully considered.

Compared with other troops that are good at fighting on the plains, the mountain legion, which is mainly composed of mountain barbarians and swamp thorn tribes, can undoubtedly exert its sharp assault capabilities in the complex area of ​​​​the western hills.

The outstanding ambush capabilities of the mountain hunters and the powerful longbows of the Sanwa tribe are enough to turn this high and cold hilly land into a tomb for the enemy.

To be cautious, Fatty even gave the other power in his hand to Crolisate.

This time, in addition to the 40,000 troops composed of mountain people, there are also two western flag regiments that have just completed their deployment. This undoubtedly gives Krolisat a little more confidence.

The soldiers of these two flag regiments are mainly composed of freedmen who obtained land in the west. Although they have only been established for three months, they are still different from the front-line combat troops in terms of number and quality.

However, the leading officers of these two flag regiments are elite veterans drawn from the main battle flag regiments by the Duke's Palace, and new non-commissioned officers from the Southern War College. These two extremely capable middle and lower-level command organizations ensure that This regiment, which is more adapted to the western climate, is no less effective than the front-line troops.

For them, the harsh weather in the west was nothing more than "local operations." In order to dispel Crolisa's doubts about the use of these two new flag regiments, Fatty also gave Croissate a brief introduction.

"The glory of Samor is that of a warrior who has never seen blood. He is no different from a peasant. I don't need to teach you this." The fat man whispered, and handed the family ring in his hand to Crolisate.

The "Battle of Akalila", a decisive battle with far-reaching influence on future generations, was decided in such an atmosphere that was both a bit lucky and a bit solemn.

More than 60,000 troops were invested in the front. If you include the troops on the northern border and in the central and southern parts of the kingdom, the total number of troops mobilized exceeds 100,000. This is the largest foreign war in Vecia, and it is also a battle that can determine the future of three powerful kingdoms. war of destiny

Departing the "Eagle's Nest", the highest command center in the Moorhausk region, on Vecia

Crolisat stopped his horse at a fork in the south of Kudan. He looked at the two flag commanders directly under him and ordered with a solemn look.

"Saklaize, Isaac, you two immediately return to the southern headquarters of Kudan and mobilize the main force of the garrison to arrive at the western Vita City within three days!"

"Yes, legion commander." The two flag regiment commanders nodded in agreement.

Crolisate turned back to look at the other generals behind her, and her voice was a little more exciting and bloody, "Aren't you always longing for wealth and land? Now, the opportunity has come. The Grand Duke is looking at you, and Vecchia is looking at you." Looking after you, I hope you won’t disappoint the Grand Duke

I will lead the main army to wait for you in Vita. This is a big battle. We will probably face twice as many enemies."

Crolisate's excited voice stopped, and she glanced at the generals in front of her. With a crisp "clang" sound, Croissatte pulled out her saber and pointed to the sky in the distance with an excited look, "We mountain hunters." There is a proverb, if an opportunity is missed, it will never come again. Everything you desire is right in front of you, and it depends on the determination of your tribe. I hope you can go back and convey the words of the Grand Duke to the tribe leader. , three days, I will set off in three days. I hope you can remember what I said today,

"Clorissatte said to the other generals with a respectful expression and a warrior's unique etiquette, and said excitedly, "Victory is all in the name of war, and let the glory lead you forward forever."

"Victory, all in the name of war." Several flag captains seemed to be stimulated by Crowlissart. They all looked excited and drew out their sabers, raising them high against the rain in the sky.

The horn of war sounded silently, and the 30,000 main force of the mountain regiment stationed in southern Kudan quickly entered the western border along the Wattu Mountain Corridor where they had fought bloody battles.

The Ciwa tribe, who had adapted to the swampy terrain, arrived first, and according to the plan, with the guidance provided by the Maumo family, they entered the Akalila Mountains in batches where they were preparing to set up an ambush.

Mountain soldiers from various tribes also quickly moved towards the northwest border. In addition to the original 30,000 soldiers, several larger mountain tribes also sent out their 20,000 reserve troops.

Although Croissant had already made preparations, she was still in a hurry due to the extra people. This time when entering the western grassland to fight, the most important thing she needed to solve was cotton-padded clothes to keep out the cold.

It is now the hot and unbearable July, and getting tens of thousands of cotton-padded clothes is a big problem. Crolisate reported this problem to the fat man,

With the issuance of the emergency order, the large and effective wartime supply mechanism of the Commercial Alliance quickly came into operation. All kinds of war materials were transported to the front line in an orderly manner. Cotton-padded clothes to protect against the severe cold became a restricted circulation commodity in the hot summer of July.

Eighty thousand pieces of cotton-padded clothes and various necessary supplies collected from various channels were transported in horse-drawn carriages marked with military logos to the various mountain corps units that were ready to leave at any time.

There is no airtight wall in the world. Businessmen can always smell different smells from the movement of large quantities of materials.

The sudden control of cotton-padded clothes, a slow-selling product in the hot summer, undoubtedly made businessmen with a keen sense of smell feel something from it.

The caravan begins to move

War, a word that makes everyone hate and frown, is a symbol of wealth and glory in Samor. From prosperous commerce and trade to population migration and vigorous development, everything revolves around this word.

Without war, there would be nothing. Merchants would not have new and more profitable trade routes, farmers would not have the opportunity to obtain more land, and barbarians would not be able to obtain new habitats and generous rewards.

War is the source of everything. This has become the consensus among Wikiyan people.

Whether he is a wealthy businessman worth tens of millions, or an unknown nobleman who has fallen into disrepair, whether he is a descendant of a once glorious knight, or a mountain barbarian who was originally excluded from the main ethnic group,

War has undoubtedly become the first solution they consider. They only need to cut off the head of an enemy to get half a year's income of ordinary farmers.

For five heads, you have a chance to get the most beautiful girl in the village as your wife.

With ten heads, you can become a respectable Samorian officer. Even the town chief will salute you respectfully when he sees you.

If you lose your life because of war, your family will still be able to receive generous compensation and respectable honors because of your bravery in fighting.

Wealth and glory are like a pair of twins tightly wrapped around the mother of war. Who wouldn't like it?

What's more, this is a legendary army that has great military exploits and has never been defeated. Under the shining swords of glory, there are the ferocious and fierce Kugits, the Dardanelles in the south who are known as rock-like toughness, and the flowing nobles. There are many people of blood descent, including countless wealthy families from all over the world who enjoy honor and glory.

No matter how powerful they were and how people looked up to them,

In the face of Samor's sweeping sword of war, apart from choosing to become a part of the war sword, even if he becomes the soul of Samor's sword, Ruildian, the recognized strongest country in the mainland, cannot shake the glory of this legendary army.

In addition to being bruised and bleeding, a piece of flesh was cut off deeply. The desire to pursue glory and wealth made the Wikiya War a violent and effective catalyst.

The unique latent character of the barren mountain people of the Vekians who longs for glory and wealth gradually awakens under the stimulation of the invincible victory aura and unimaginable wealth of the Samorian army.

The rise of a country is first of all the awakening of the national will of the country

"War must be war!" Countless caravans began to move toward the western border. Horse caravans, caravans, armies, and even mercenaries gathered nearly 100,000 people on the remote western border. They were all anxious. waiting for something

war

But they don't know that what they are longing for has already happened in a certain area.

Large snowflakes mixed with rain fell on Sakamelon's head. The cold wind blew from the hilly pass. The leather armor on his shoulders had hardened and frozen, making him feel a biting pain.

A conspicuous scar stretched from the corner of his mouth to behind his ear, making his already ugly face even more hideous. But at this moment, he was like a cunning civet cat, lying motionless on a rocky corner not far from the mountain pass. In front of the mountain pass, a row of densely packed tents filled the mountain road. Several patrols passed by the cliff below him several times.

"Captain, you are right. This is the shield emblem of the Third Army of Rieldian." A dark shadow climbed up from nearby, spread out his hand to reveal a knight's emblem, and whispered to Sakamelon.