Realm of Power

The chaos on the pier quickly sent a reply. Salander's builders rescued a dozen sailors and a Salander noble from the broken ship that was almost broken in two. The fat man who received the report took Nilai with him. , went to the pier to see it in person,

The sight in front of him shocked the fat man. The entire bow of this warship from the Hutubein area had almost completely sunk into the port embankment next to it. The other end was strangely curved. It looked like the keel was broken. ,

Due to the violent impact, most of the brown hull collapsed from the front of the bow. Two masts more than ten meters long were crossed and tilted, pressing on the almost cracked hull. Countless broken wooden boards of different sizes were floating. in the harbor waters,

Not far from the wreckage of the ship, the fat man saw several Salander workers gathered in a circle and pointing at something. In the middle of them, a middle-aged man in aristocratic clothing was sitting on the ground with a decadent look on his face. There was a white bandage on his face, but the deathly gray color on his face seemed to have not yet recovered from the fear just now.

"It's Uncle Oleg from Hutubei'en." Nilai saw the middle-aged noble sitting on the ground and let out a surprised shout. She quickly pulled the fat man and ran over. She seemed to hear a familiar voice, and the middle-aged nobleman slumped on the ground The man raised his head in confusion and saw Nilai running towards him in a hurry.

"Yes, it's Miss Nilai?" The middle-aged man looked at Nilai in disbelief. His eyes regained their vitality, and he seemed to have seen the savior. He wanted to struggle to stand up, but the injury on his leg made him grin in pain. , I tried several times, but still couldn’t stand up from the ground, and I let out a mournful cry again.

"Why are you sailing at night in an area without a lighthouse? That is the most dangerous thing on the sea." Nilai ran over anxiously, supported the middle-aged noble, her face was full of eagerness, and asked repeatedly, "Is it my uncle's nonsense?" What happened to Enbeitu? Otherwise, you don’t need to sail at night. This channel is the most dangerous area in the northern seas. Without a lighthouse, most ships will be suddenly stopped because they get lost. Swallowed by the storm”

Hearing Ni Lai mention Hu En Beitu, the middle-aged man's face suddenly became as ugly as death. He seemed to have lost his last courage, and said with a trembling voice, "I also know that this road is dangerous. If it were not a last resort, I would I also chose to sail at night, but now Hutubei’s benefactor is in danger. If there are no reinforcements, the sun tomorrow will not shine on the face of Hutubei’s benefactor.”

"What's wrong with Hu Tu Beien?" The fat man seemed to sense something and suddenly asked

"Last night, six castles in the southern part of Hutubein were attacked by troops of unknown origin at the same time. In order to avoid being isolated, His Excellency the Duke of Bernt was able to lead the 5,000 people in the city to rescue in a hurry.

This morning, we learned from the defeated troops who escaped that except for more than a hundred people who escaped, everyone else was killed in the battle. Not only were all the six southern castles lost, but even the head of the Duke was killed by the evil Normandy. People are hanging on the military flag. Now Hutu Bein is just an empty city without defense.

"If there are no reinforcements, the tens of thousands of people in Hutubein will be finished. You know those Normans, they will kill everyone." The middle-aged noble squatted down and covered his face with his hands, covering his face with his hands stained with blood. There was a cry in his voice, and he cried hoarsely.

"My uncle is dead." Nilai's body trembled, and her pretty face suddenly turned pale. She had lost her mother since she was a child, and she had always regarded Duke Bernt as the only link to her mother's memory. But now, this link is broken. , after losing his father, his mother's family will also be destroyed, and he will become a real orphan.

"Do you know who led the army?" The fat man asked with a serious face. Hutu Beien is in the south of Vic New City, only 40 miles away from here. If there was an attack there, it would not be far away from Vic City. Far away

"According to the soldiers who escaped, they saw a silver goshawk battle flag," Ogle said with a look of fear on his face, as if he was remembering something, and his voice trembled.

"It's the Falcon Warrior." Nilai's face immediately became extremely ugly.

"Falcon Warrior?" The fat man raised his eyebrows. Judging from Nilai's face, he knew that this unit has a good reputation.

Nilai took a deep breath and saw the confused face of the fat man. Her eyes flickered and she gritted her teeth in a voice full of hatred. "The Falcon Cavalry is the most powerful cavalry in the Normandy army. Their commander is Cang, one of the seven commanders. The Eagle Avize is also the most hated enemy of us Salanders."

Nilai's voice paused and continued, "Only he can defeat the 5,000 reinforcements brought by his uncle after continuously attacking the defenders of 6 castles overnight. In the last battle, it was him. With one blow, in a head-on collision, the left wing composed of 3,000 Mamunuk cavalry was defeated, resulting in the complete defeat of the main force of the kingdom."

"Falcon War Rider, it's interesting." The fat man raised his head with a solemn expression, clenching his fists, looking at the black sky in the distance, and there was a wave of excitement in his heart.

This time, along with a large number of merchant ships, in addition to supplies, there are also two of the most elite Southern Flag Regiments. These soldiers are veterans with more than 2 years of fighting experience. They are the real elites of Samour. Under the special situation of Fatty, Under the authorization, this is the only unit in the main battle army of Samor equipped with the latest infantry crossbows and double barb guns.

"Krudel," the fat man suddenly turned around with a serious face, and said to the two Guards Squadron Leaders following him, "Immediately send out hurricane scouts. The target is Hu Tu Beien. I want to find out the situation there before dawn."

"Yes, my lord," a capable and thin-cheeked guard captain responded, leading several scout cavalry in light armor, galloping out of the gate of Vic New City like a hurricane, their horse hooves quickly disappearing into the dark night. inside

Fatty was a little surprised by Hu Tubein's sudden attack. According to common sense, the Normans should have landed near Vic Neustadt. However, the enemy turned around and avoided the trap arranged near Vic Neustadt and attacked. Hu Tubein, who had nothing to do with him,

"The other party must have touched something unintentionally, so he hit Hu Tubein," the fat man muttered secretly.

In the middle of the night, a drizzle began to fall over Vic New Town. The raindrops hit the newly paved marble steps in the city hall. Waves of white water splashed on the steps. The whole building was in this area. In the fresh rain, it turned into a hazy and beautiful scenery

Nilai put down the curtains in her hands, her eyes were solemn and her face turned slightly pale.

On the vast square of the hall along the road, groups of black-armored guards wearing brown waterproof felt patrolled back and forth. The sound of their neat footsteps was like a low muffled thunder rolling in the rainy dusk.

At the big iron gate of the mansion farther away, the iron railings on the green gate have long been washed away by the rain. The hundreds of guards responsible for standing guard are wearing waterproof felt cloaks. Their standing figures have faded in the blur of rain. As small fixed black dots,

Since the dispatched scouts hurried back in the middle of the night, Fatty, who had always been laughing and joking, suddenly became busy. Not only did martial law be declared in the entire city, all workers were evacuated into the city, but more than a dozen teams of scouts were also dispatched.

From the completed city gate, by the light of the fire, a large number of soldiers wearing black armor can be seen. Although there are cold raindrops in the sky, these soldiers entering the city seem not to notice anything strange. They line up straight and neatly. Jeanni Lai, a person who had been on the battlefield before, also felt that her scalp was trembling.

"This is the real Falcon Talon." Nilai thought to herself, this is the real elite. No wonder the Kingdom of Vecia has risen so fast. Compared with the guards of the Duke's Palace before, they are like nothing in the world.

"tread"

Two war horses emerged from the rain and stopped in front of the mansion's gate. The leader took off the black cloak on his head, revealing a cheerful face. He turned over and got off the horse.

He looked up at the manor in front of him, and there was an eagerness to try in his eyes. The round marks on the horse's saddle showed that both horses came from the Virginia South Army.

"Captain of the Saltstorie Banner, Commander of the Voctus Banner." A guard captain standing at the gate greeted the two banner captains and said, "The Grand Duke has been waiting in the hall for a long time."

"Really? It's really damned. Because of the rush, the army assembly was delayed. I hope the Grand Duke didn't wait too long."

Sottersto's face was full of shame, and he quickly followed the captain of the Guards up the steps dripping with rain.

Another leader of the Walker Multi-Flag Regiment followed closely, wearing spurs boots and tapping the cold marble surface. The cold rain hit his shoulders, but he didn't notice it at all. Only excitement and enthusiasm filled him. face

Two guards on guard opened the door in front of them, and bright light shined from the door.

Hundreds of white candles illuminate the entire hall, and a faint fragrance fills the air. These candles are made of deep-sea whale oil. No matter how strong the wind is, they cannot be blown out.

The warm yellow candlelight on the copper multi-handled candlestick flickered gently in the wind, illuminating a slightly fat shadow facing away from the two people.

"Grand Duke"

The two flag captains stopped respectfully at the same time, straightened their bodies like javelins, and focused their eyes full of passion and admiration on the same back figure.

"Two hours and 24 minutes, you are 24 minutes late. As an old man who came from Samor Guards, don't you feel ashamed?" The fat man turned around and glanced at the two warriors standing in front of him seriously, letting the two The commander of the Southern Army Flag Regiment, who had experienced many battles, was ashamed and angry to death.

"Forget it, the battle is ahead. I will take note of the punishment this time, but there will never be another one." After a while, the fat man waved his hands solemnly, making the two flag regiments heave a long sigh of relief.

"I specially used the merchant navy this time to secretly transfer you two flag regiments. Do you know why?" The fat man suddenly raised his head and stared at the two of them with dagger-like eyes.

Looking at the doubtful looks of the two people, the fat man slowly said

"You two are both old men who came from the Guards when I was there. I still remember that in the great battle of the Dardanelle family, the squadron led by you two was the only one that was not defeated, even though the whole team died in the battle. Most of you still stood up from the dead. Without you, there would be no Samour today. You are the backbone of Samour. Now, I need you to carry out a difficult task. Do you dare?"

"The Grand Duke gives the order. We have always been the Grand Duke's most loyal guards." The two flag commanders, their eyes glowing when they were stimulated by the fat man, responded loudly at the same time.

"Okay, this is what I want." The fat man nodded with satisfaction, "Gather the troops immediately and follow me."

The black-armored light cavalry advanced silently in the night. Apart from the crisp sound of the horse's hooves, there was only the whistling of the night wind. No one spoke. There was a strange smell in the air. A tree stood beside the dead forest beside the road. A row of white objects hangs on a row of crosses. Very conspicuous in the dark night,

"It's really terrible. What have these Normans done?" The fat man looked at these weird and terrifying white figures, twitching his nose with extreme dissatisfaction. For the first time, he realized that sharp eyes are not necessarily a good thing. For example, now, in time It was dark night, but the fat man could still see clearly. Those white objects were obviously stiff and pale corpses, hung cruelly on crosses, with tattered and old clothes and drooped heads.

The eyes of some corpses were eaten by foraging birds, leaving only two black eye sockets. Some necks had broken collarbones because of the rope, making them more than twice as long as normal people, just like the long-necked geese hung by the cook. , the wind blew past these corpses, and the corpses swayed like kites, making strange creaking sounds, as if they were trying to break the rope hanging around their necks.

This weird and terrifying sight made even the bold fat man feel uncomfortable. Along the way, for more than ten years, the fat man had seen several such situations. The cruelty of the Normans was outrageous. In one area, there were even hundreds of corpses, many of them old people and children. At first, the fat man asked the infantry who followed to put down the corpses, but then he gave up.

"I will use the blood of the Normans to wash away your resentment, please protect me." The fat man muttered secretly. Counting all the way, there were more than 2,000 mummies turbulent on the roadside. This section of the road was really exciting.

"How far is Hutu Beien?" The fat man pulled out his horse and asked the Salander guide who was leading the way. In my ears I can hear the sound of the mountain forest swaying in the night wind. This is the border between the Vic Territory and Hutubein. The stretching Budafit Mountains form a natural cross here.

To the north is the traditional territory of the Vic family, and to the south is the Talis Plain, the richest land in Salander. To the west is the McGarrens Cliffs, and to the east along the coast is the beautiful city of Lazar

"After passing the mountain col in front, we will reach Hutubein." The guide looked gloomy and pointed to a slope not far away, where a valley could be vaguely seen. A two-story steeple-shaped building stood in it, with a low wall like A circle surrounds it in the middle

The guide who led the way was once a down-and-out little nobleman from a nearby town.

"Are you okay? My hometown Hutubein?" Looking at his hometown under the night, the guide felt anxious. The scene on the road made his heart bleed. If he had not escaped, he might have ended up like this.

"The whole army rests on the spot and dispatches scouts"

The fat man gently comforted the anxious horse on his crotch, such a night, so quiet. It reminded him of the surprise battle with the northern noble army. At that time, Samor's 60,000-strong army destroyed five fortresses in a day and night, and completely wiped out the noble army on the mountain road.

The night at that time was also so quiet, so quiet that it was scary, with only the whistling wind.

"Grand Duke, we found the enemy's camp ahead."

The information brought back by the scouts shocked the fat man. It was indeed true. The real target of the Normans should be their own New City of Vic. However, because the sea route was impassable, they had no choice but to target Hu Tubein, but the other party was too He was cautious, and in order to avoid being exposed, he did not hesitate to kill all the nearby villagers and outposts, and traveled day and night. Fortunately, Hu Tubein's warning made the fat man realize that something was wrong.

"Now that you're here, don't leave."

Looking at the faintly visible black shadow in the black screen in the distance, the fat man licked his lips, held the horse's rein tightly with his left hand, and held the mysterious patterned handle of the sword with his right hand. A kind of blood boiled in his heart, and he turned to Satsuma behind him. The light cavalryman ordered,

"preparation"

In the quiet night, there was the sound of a sword being unsheathed, and then the surroundings fell silent.

The sharp sword exuded a cold light in the dark night, like a layer of phosphorescence on the water. The light cavalry's facial armor had been lowered, revealing only a pair of murderous eyes.

"Sotesdori, you lead the team to rush into Voctus from the east side. You lead the team to destroy the bayonet from the west side. The third team follows me."

The fat man whispered to the two flag captains beside him,

The wind blew past my ears, and the black shadow in the distance approached quickly

The fat man lay on the horse's back, his curved waist and the leaping back of the horse closely touching each other, in the cold night fog. A thousand Samorian light cavalry rushed towards Guo Kou like demons haunting the dark night.

"Kill" the fat man shouted, and the war horse, carrying a whirlwind, leapt up on all fours and leaped over the low fence at the canyon pass.

"bump"

The galloping horse knocked a Norman man to the ground, his sword flashing in his hand. Cutting off several thick ropes binding the fence and the pass in succession,

"Dong dong" there was a crisp sound from the outer cabinet railing.

One after another hooks were thrown from the hands of the Samor light cavalry that passed by quickly. There was a loud bang, sawdust flew, and more than a dozen horizontal beams were withdrawn by powerful force.

The wooden fence was cut into several sections by dozens of galloping horses. The Samor light cavalry that followed came in like a tide, the horses' hooves flew, and the tents were removed by the horse's hooks.

, the Samor light cavalry behind them stepped directly over the enemy who was still resting. The patrols in the camp were obviously frightened and did not even shout the alarm. They shouted like ducks being driven away. Fleeing in all directions, "Pa." The brazier was dragged to the ground by the galloping horses, and the flying flames quickly ignited the surrounding tents.

The Samorian Guards cavalry arbitrarily moved across the middle of the camp like a sharp sword, bringing with it a bloody wind. The Norman enemies blocking the front fell like rows of straw.

"wrong"

The fat man on horseback suddenly reined in his warhorse, and looked around the chaotic situation with vigilance. In the flickering firelight, there were scattered enemies everywhere. This was a happy thing, but the fat man found that these enemies were infantry, not to mention cavalry, there were not even horses around

Suddenly, there was a muffled sound in his ears, and the fat man turned around quickly. This palpitating vibration sound was so familiar...

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