Realm of Power

I believe that the blood of our Normans cannot be shed in vain. We should immediately mobilize the main force of the Avize Corps still in the north, take advantage of the opportunity of the Salanders to relax their vigilance, quickly capture the port of Lazar, and use the blood of all Salanders to "Avenge Lord Housavis." Looking at the isolated gazes around him, Navy Minister Hevar could only be bold and use a crying voice to report to Kawibo who was sitting on the throne.

"Aviza? That's our last regiment in the north. Do you want him to be killed in the city of Lhasa?" Kavibo's fingers tapped lightly on the armrest of the seat, and his sharp eyes changed from slightly narrowed to blurry. The pupils of my eyes were filled with tears,

The atmosphere in the hall suddenly became tense. Under the overwhelming gaze of Kawebo, all the generals subconsciously leaned to the side. Their eyes of pity and disgust were focused on the ashen-faced Navy Minister Hevar. ,

In everyone's minds, Hevar's name has already been labeled "former Admiralty". This greedy guy deserves it. Many people think so.

This is an insult to all marines. These arrogant navies are always like this. Apart from showing off their power at sea, they are useless on the road. Even at the most critical time, these guys do not forget to transport things home.

If it weren't for these guys with their heads full of gold coins, who secretly deployed 15 warships to transport the plundered Salander female slaves back to Gaul for sale,

It is not necessarily impossible to transport more people and materials to the north, and we will not let the wild wolf Housavis, who is short of supplies, use less than full troops to attack Lhasa City, the largest port in the north.

It was okay to do this in the past, but now that the Housavis Legion has been destroyed, all the legion commanders can’t help but feel the anger of a rabbit dying of a fox.

"Tell me, what do you think?" Duke Kawhibod looked at the silent people below and snorted.

"The Avize Army only has 2,000 infantry, and the rest are cavalry. Using such a configuration to attack the city is sheer nonsense. Only those navy bastards can say such a thing."

A legion commander standing in the middle on the left muttered with dissatisfaction. His skin is light black, and his eyebrows, eyes, mouth, and nose are all large. He really cannot be called a handsome man. But the look also left a lasting impression. He has a burly figure and a strong back, which makes people feel full of energy and vitality.

This is the commander of the Thorny Corps, which is as famous as Wild Wolf Housavis.

Thorny Sal, this unique-looking guy, apart from his amazing energy, is most famous for his ability to sneak attacks.

The 3,000 sharp shooters under his command are the most elite shooters under Kavibo.

This type of spear-thrower wears light armor, has outstanding arm strength, and is equipped with an iron spike spear. It can pierce the armor of any type of soldier from a hundred meters away. It is the most effective assault type.

But this guy's moral character is not good. He has a record of running away from battle many times. His style of retreating every time he surrenders and using friendly troops as cannon fodder makes most of the legion commanders hate this guy and secretly say He is "black-hearted"

Except for the wild wolf Housavis, these two guys were lords of two adjacent areas before they took refuge with the Grand Duke. They were so similar that they were called a pair of Sartres.

Later, he also defected to Kawibod, who led the army to conquer. This time, the death of the wild wolf Housavis was probably the most saddened by him. This guy even privately proposed that Hevar should pay for his life.

"I think Lord Thrall is right. Using cavalry to attack the city is simply a joke." Next to Black Heart, a stern-looking middle-aged nobleman wearing a gold-trimmed dress stood up.

He is the Undersecretary of the Ministry of War, the Marquis de Littern, and the chief person in charge of intelligence in the Principality of Normandy.

Seeing that this guy who was known as the Grand Duke's confidant actually stood up to help the black-hearted man who never gave a good look, Hevar, who was about to collapse, felt that his neck had been put into an invisible sling.

Many people attributed Housavis' death this time to the lack of timely support from the navy, but in fact, everyone knew that compared with the Salander navy, which was good at water warfare, their own inexperienced navy was He is simply a lame man born with shortcomings. It is good to be able to withstand the counterattack of Salander's navy. What else can you expect these guys to do?

But this time it's too serious

Everyone knows the virtues of the Salanders. They rush forward when they win and disperse when they lose. Guys who don't even understand the most basic tactics can never be the opponent of the Wild Wolf Housavis. Although most people think that Wild Wolf is an arrogant person, no one will deny that Wild Wolf Housavis is a very smart guy.

If you can't win, there is no problem in running away. But this time, the Salanders actually kicked your head. This problem is even bigger. Not to mention the humiliation, the main force of Normandy, which is nervously preparing to attack the city, has shaken the determination to win. Faith, this kind of blow is immeasurable, especially when the already desperate Salanders on the opposite side suddenly appear energetic, which simply stimulates the hearts of all Normandy soldiers.

This matter requires a scapegoat. This is everyone's first reaction when they hear the news. No matter what the reason is, according to the Grand Duke's style, the best way is to use a bloody head to quickly improve the strength of the army. morale,

At this juncture, no matter how favored the general is, he has to pretend to be a grandson. Now everyone is hiding. The guys from the Ministry of Military Affairs, who used to like to make noise the most, now hold their heads up, their bodies straight, and use serious and impeccable expressions. The military posture, a pair of eyes looking straight at the ground,

Hevar looked at the group of guys who were ready to betray him, his lips trembled, and he felt desolate in his heart. If it weren't for these guys, forcibly diverting ships to smuggle goods, how could he be in a situation where he had no ships to adjust. In the past, The officials of the Ministry of Military Affairs who entrusted him with transporting property slaves were all pretending to be righteous at this moment, completely forgetting the dog-like behavior they had when begging for help.

"The bastards are all a bunch of ungrateful bastards"

Seeing those guys who had flattered him in the past, adding fuel to the flames and making noise, Hevar was so angry that he almost vomited blood.

"Grand Duke, Housavis can't die in vain, our Marines can't die in vain." The one who shouted these words was Heixinang. This big man, who was a head taller than Hevar, was using his unique big thorn Door, shouted among a group of angry legion commanders. After hearing his words, other legion commanders also shouted,

The solemn hall just now was in chaos for a while. The two Marine Corps commanders took advantage of the chaos and kicked the unfortunate Minister of the Navy a few times before calming down under Kaweibode's order.

"Look at you, are you still the heroes of my invincible Normans?" Cavebaud stood up from his seat with an annoyed look and paced back and forth with his hands behind his back.

Looking at the few footprints still left on his body, the embarrassed Minister of the Navy felt angry, his eyebrows knitted together, and a strong murderous intention was flowing in his eyes.

Since landing in Salander, the temporarily established navy has been at odds with the traditional and powerful army. According to the usual practice, Kavibo had to kill this guy who had offended the public. This time, Kavibo knew very well. The matter has little to do with the navy, but it is indeed the best excuse to calm down this defeat.

It doesn't matter whose head is lost, what matters is the reason. Blaming the responsibility for the defeat on the always incompetent navy can quickly cheer up the army.

But, this guy can't be killed. Kaweibo sighed secretly in his heart,

Among the Normans who mainly have an army, this guy is one of the few who has a deep understanding of ocean navigation. If it weren't for his guidance, it would be difficult for Cavebo's army to reach here safely across the vast ocean.

Next year is the time for the election of the Grand Consul of the Empire. If this expedition fails, not only will his status in the Empire be greatly reduced, but even the status of Consul that he finally obtained by bribing the Council of Elders will also be punished because of the failure of this expedition. Presbyterian Church reclaims

Maximizing the acquisition of glory and wealth is the standard for the Gallic Empire to measure a qualified consul. There is a selection every ten years, and from hundreds of local consuls of different sizes, the one who has brought the most glory and wealth to the empire is selected. Ten men, serving as the great consuls of the empire,

These consuls could be Gaul natives or new members who joined the Gallic Empire. This imperial system that chose wealth and glory was like a catalyst that encouraged internal members to maximize their potential and enthusiasm. , it can also ensure that the vast Gallic Empire expands rapidly through conquests and annexations,

"Report Northern Emergency Military Report"

A Normandy guard ran in from the outside with a hurried look and knelt down on one knee in front of Cavibode.

"Northern Military Report" Kavibo's angry face was slightly stunned, and he took the military report from the guard. What just happened made him very upset. This belated report seemed particularly heavy in his hand.

Scanning the military report, Kawibo's body suddenly swayed and his face turned slightly pale.

"What's wrong with the Grand Duke?" The hall fell silent for an instant, and the generals below raised their heads and looked at Kawhibod above.

"Everyone, let me tell you some good news." After a while, Kaweibode suddenly raised his head, showed a bright smile to the confused generals below, raised the battle report in his hand and shouted

"Our invincible goshawk has killed the murderer of the wild wolf Housavis. He is the hero of our Normans and the goshawk that never fails."

Everyone was in an uproar, and then their faces showed ecstasy. The Admiral Heval, who was waiting for trial next to him, breathed a sigh of relief. He knew that he did not have to die. The news of the victory of Goshawk Avize saved his life at the critical moment.

"Well done, Avi, the undefeated goshawk, is worthy of being the hero of our Normans." A black-hearted and cheerful voice came from the generals below,

"Let's drink to the invincible Aviza." Kaweibode smiled and glanced at the people in front of him, and said happily, "order the whole army to celebrate this victory for a day. Everyone, please go down."

Upon hearing the Grand Duke's words, there was a burst of thunderous cheers, and everyone left happily.

"Hevar, you stay," Kawhibo called to the Admiralty of the Navy who was about to leave.

"It's over, I'm dead this time." Dehewal's body trembled with fright, and he almost collapsed on the ground.

"Command to the navy, no one is allowed to go to the north without my order."

Kaweibao was speechless, and his face that was smiling just now became extremely ferocious at this moment. The military report in his hand was twisted into a ball by five slightly white fingers.

The pain in his heart made him want to vomit blood. Avi was a hero in the hearts of the Normans. His death would cause immeasurable turmoil in the Normandy army.

This news must be blocked. . ..