Realm of Power

631 Angry Blood (3)

Central Salander, Torrek Tower,

At nine o'clock in the morning, Torek Tower City Hall was packed with people. Inside the closed city gate, the northern nobles of Salander were busy holding an important military intelligence briefing with representatives of Vecia.

It is said to be a military intelligence briefing, but in fact it is more like a meeting to put pressure on Vecchia. This can be seen from the huge disparity in the number of participants from both sides. In this ordinary city hall,

On one side is Saran, who occupies hundreds of seats and is dressed in gorgeous decorations. On the other side, there are only a dozen people. At the front of the seats are Duke Leer and Xiaoken, who have great reputations among southerners. Duke Leigh, Duke of Sheffield, Duke Gao Genzheng, Waldorf, and more than 20 northern noble families headed by the Wien family

≮Behind them were marquises and barons of all sizes. Their anxious and somewhat fearful eyes were almost all staring nervously at the other end of the hall. Although they refused to admit it, they knew in their hearts that this If the decision-making power is discussed in the meeting, even if all of them are put together, it will not be worth the words from the other side.

This is the gap in strength. As a third party participating in the war, the combat effectiveness and achievements of the Wikiya army are obvious to all. What's more, Hu Keqili, who is sitting opposite, is not only a famous brave general among the many famous generals in the Wikiya army. The commander of the Central Legion, known for its superb combat effectiveness, and the spokesperson of the Vecia Falcon.

Although the Salander nobles verbally clamored to use their numbers to suppress the 20,000-strong Vecian army, there were not many generals who dared to stand up and speak in front of the Vecian army, which is known as the elite of hundreds of battles. It can be said that Without the participation of the Wekias army in the war, the current Northern Army would have been defeated by Kyoto from the beginning. They would not be able to sit here so calmly and start negotiations with the Wekiians on the conditions for withdrawal.

"General Hu Keqili, we would like to ask, since the entire periphery of Kyoto is in our hands, why is the Vekia army still wandering outside Kyoto, with no intention of attacking Kyoto?"

After the introduction of some simple military intelligence, opposite Hu Keqili, a leader of the Salander Northern Nobles Alliance stood up first and spoke to the absent-minded Hu Keqili in an accusing tone. asked loudly

This gray-haired old duke is the lord of Tawak in the south. His territory is in the Tawak Swamp in the south. It has beautiful scenery, lakes mixed with dense forests, and is one of the most beautiful areas in the south. Therefore, The Duke of Sheffield had always been concerned about the sluggish advance of the Northern Army.

He was also the most enthusiastic person about regaining the South. When he was fleeing in Kyoto, he was arrested for taking the lead in protesting against Kyoto's southern laws. This made his reputation unparalleled among the nobles of the north and the south.

At this time, he was like a drunken rooster, bracing himself, and stood up unsteadily from his seat. He seemed to know that what he asked was a bit rude, his face was a little red with embarrassment, and his bulging eyes were filled with tears. It's red bloodshot,

I'm afraid it's a lie if I say there isn't any. Although there are only a dozen tough knights in black armor sitting across from them, the red cloak that represents glory, the exquisite black scales and the curved long sword on the waist make people feel... Just by standing there, they made the hundreds of Salander nobles opposite feel a ferocious aura rushing towards them.

They are all true warriors who have fought many battles. Facing the clamor of the Salander nobles, they stood as straight as statues, with a faint smell of blood exuding from all over their bodies, showing an extremely iron-blooded style.

At the front of these dozen or so Vecian officers sat a middle-aged Vecian general. Even though there were hundreds of menacing Salander nobles standing in front of him, he still yawned with great disdain.

"General Hukoqili, please answer my question. This is the etiquette that a noble should have." Seemingly feeling that he was completely ignored, Duke Tawak had to shout again,

"Problem? What problem? I am a General of Vecchia, not General Salander. You question me with such contempt and a commanding tone. I don't know where to put Duke Falcon. Or do you think you can accuse me at will? A WikiLeader"

Hu Keqili looked at him indifferently, and his cold and threatening reply made the old Duke, who thought he was very powerful, feel his heart tremble.

It's just a matter of urgency. . . . "Old Duke Tarwak was so frightened that he broke into a cold sweat.

The words I just said were too hasty, and I unnaturally used the up-to-down tone I was used to. After Hu Keqi said this, I remembered that the person opposite was not a Salander, but the powerful Wiki opposite. The general of the central legion of Asia, the red man in front of the ruler of the Kingdom of Vecia, with 20,000 brave and capable cavalry under his command, is stationed in Portalas, which is only ten miles away from here.

No matter in terms of status or power, he is not comparable to this down-and-out Duke. Once he really walks away, the hooves of the 20,000 Vecian Guards Cavalry are enough to trample the scattered Northern Army into pieces.

Thinking of this terrible consequence, the old Duke of Tarwak was speechless for a moment, and quickly corrected, "It is impossible for us to be rude to the noble Duke of Falcon of Vecia..."

"Okay, I won't report this to the Duke, but I don't have to do it again. Otherwise, I will use the sword in my hand to defend the honor of the Duke."

Hu Keqili waved his hand to him and glanced at the other Salander nobles who were also pale. He was secretly disdainful. He didn't have the strength to talk big here. If it weren't for the Duke's order, I would have done it. I don't have time to waste time with you.

These guys whose eyes reveal greed and arrogance are the so-called Salander faction. Most of them come from the expelled southern territories. Because they lost their territory, they once fell into the fate of being expelled and suppressed by Kyoto.

However, the Visa War gave these guys a chance to reverse course. They used their huge reputation as soldiers in the south to quickly climb to the top of the Salander Northern Nobles Alliance and secretly formed the Salander Autonomous Association. The power of the northern nobles was constantly being emptied. The former leader of the northern faction, the Grand Duchess Nile and the Duke of Ode in the Ode Mountains, were excluded from the new structure because they opposed opposition to Vikia.

The Salander nobles wanted to attack Kyoto, but the Vecian army seemed very inactive. Not only did they start to shrink the front line, but they also voluntarily gave up some peripheral areas.

The attitudes of both parties were as clear as ice and fire, making the negotiation start in a fierce atmosphere. It was just a test. The Salander nobles on the opposite side did not expect that Hu Keqili, who has always been known for his bravery, would be the first. After a round of humiliation, another Salander noble stood up from the second row of seats.

This is a middle-aged aristocrat with a somewhat bluish-white complexion. He is wearing a trim and straight aristocratic gown. The collar and the edges of the sleeves are embroidered with golden lines. A row of exquisite bright yellow wind buttons looks noble and steady. His chin is slightly raised. , showing extremely good education and good status,

He first saluted Hu Keqi, and then said plausibly: "Dear friends from Vikia, thank you for crossing the sea to help us, but what you are doing now makes it difficult for us to believe your sincerity and your unauthorized behavior." The empty space left by the withdrawal forces us to recruit more soldiers to fill these holes. Can you give an answer to your approach? Otherwise, it is really hard to believe that your sincerity is still there?

"Are you saying that we betrayed you by withdrawing our troops from Wikiia?" Hu Keqili's eyes flickered, and his tone was cold as he looked at this middle-aged nobleman who looked polite but was actually vaguely aggressive. "Since you all have been Urge us to attack Kyoto, then I also want to ask, have you ever exerted any effort from Molenburg to Kuronze? Now that we are almost reaching the city wall of Kyoto, do you still want to hide behind and take advantage? "

Hukoqili's words caused an uproar among the Salander nobles.

"What do you mean? This war was originally an internal dispute among our Salander people." A Salander noble stood up angrily. "No one has ever invited you here. If it weren't for you Vecians to interfere." , I’m afraid that Salander has been ours for a long time now, don’t think about it. Others don’t know how many benefits it has brought. You, the businessmen of Vikia, are the biggest beneficiaries of this war.”

"Yes, yes, everyone knows that the reason why you are unwilling to attack Kyoto is to delay the war and allow your businessmen to obtain more generous benefits."

"You guys who drank the blood of Salanders are the biggest culprits in this war."

"You guys who have made it difficult for the country to make money, go back to Wikija"

"Yes, go back to Vekia"

The agitated Salander nobles shouted slogans, their faces flushed with excitement, and hundreds of people crowded in front and back.

The crisp sound of a sword being unsheathed was particularly harsh amid the noise.

Hu Keqili stood up from his seat with a cold expression, holding the cold Samor sword in his hand, and glanced at the Salanders in front of him with his cold eyes: "Are you going to declare war on me, Wikia?"

The dozens of Salander nobles who were glanced at all stepped back with fearful expressions on their faces. The noisy voices behind them suddenly cooled down. The tough attitude of the Vikians made the Salander nobles feel a sense of speculation. When it comes to taking action, although there are few people on the other side, they are all warriors who have experienced hundreds of battles. They can chop down a bunch of nobles like me who have never been on the battlefield without even raising the sword, just like chopping melons and vegetables. Simple, the momentum just melted quickly like snow exposed to the scorching sun,

"When to advance and when to retreat is our military affairs in Wikiya. As for whether to withdraw our troops or make peace, it is all our business in the Kingdom of Wikiya. You don't need to think about it."

Hu Keqili, whose face was so cold that it made people scared, said slowly and word by word, "On the contrary, you should think about it, from Molenburg to Kuronze, where would your achievements be? If it weren't for us at Wikia Soldiers are charging forward. Your Northern Army has been defeated by Kyoto from the very beginning. It is impossible for you to sit here so calmly and yell at us to withdraw. You are worthy of it."

As soon as he finished speaking, Hu Keqili walked out of his seat and led a group of Vecian officers out of the door of the city hall, leaving more than a hundred Salander nobles looking at each other.

"Arrogant, too arrogant." A middle-aged nobleman with brown hair shook his head indignantly and shouted to General Salander next to him, "Marquis Motoris, as a soldier, you just look at the other party and insult us like this. What's the point of merit? If it weren't for our Northern Army, their small army in Vikiya would have been swallowed up by the Kyoto Army."

The face of General Salander he asked was red from suppressing his emotions. Unlike these southern nobles who did not understand the situation, only the true northerners knew how brilliant the combat effectiveness and achievements of the Vecian army as a third party were.

What's more, the general Hu Keqili just now is a famous brave general among the many famous generals in Wikiia. He is the commander of the most powerful central army in Wikiya. Although the Salanders are proud of their so-called Northern Army, there are In front of the Vekia army, known as the elite of hundreds of battles, there are really not many generals who dare to stand up and speak.

"How are you? Those Salander nobles are very enthusiastic, aren't they?"

In a villa in the courtyard, the fat man looked at Hu Keqili, who was full of anger, and smiled. He gently placed a report in his hand on the table, and personally picked up a glass of water and handed it to Hu Keqili, who was going to the meeting on his behalf.

"Anyway, I gave someone an explanation. Whether they listen or not, it's none of my business." The fat man patted his shoulder comfortingly. "Order troops stationed in various places to withdraw as planned starting tonight. Send an order to the Admiralty of Lidakus. In this Visa War, that guy made a lot of money. He captured 24 large Salander warships alone, and asked him to modify 8 of them. Immediately go to the East Hu region of Salander to take charge of transportation affairs."

"Well, sir, you want to withdraw your troops from Han? Didn't you say that before..."

The fat man's words made Hu Keqili stunned for a moment. According to the previous plan, although the Vekia army in the Salander area was to withdraw, it was to withdraw to the four central counties in the agreement. There was no plan to withdraw from the force to the north. This has to confuse Hu Keqili

"It's not us, it's Grand Duke Nile's 8,000 Northern Army. In order not to attract attention, they will also mix with our retreating army, board the ship from Torbik Port in the east, and then go directly along the coastline. Vic Harbor Back North"

The fat man turned his back with a solemn expression, "As for those Salanders stranded in the middle, who think this is their civil war, let them continue to fight. We can just take this opportunity to find out what is going on." That audacious fellow is hiding behind,"

The fat man picked up the report that he had just put down from the table and said, "The news just came back from the Supervision Department. This matter should be a problem within the business alliance. Although it is not yet certain who it is, the hunting dog Lidastov Having sniffed out clear traces, I have asked Sokutus Stellan to secretly return to Zhivadin to assist in the investigation. As long as they have another transaction, we can find him."

May, the season when grass grows and eagles fly

The atmosphere of the Salander War is getting weaker and weaker. As the Vecian army retreats, the Northern Army gathered in the center of Salander suddenly finds itself like a mouse blocked at both ends, unable to move forward or retreat. The North is in an extremely embarrassing situation.

The 50,000-strong Salander Northern Army launched three attacks on Salander's Kyoto. They were all defeated with heavy losses before they could even climb the city wall. They lost more than 5,000 people in vain, and could only temporarily recover. Attack, stationed along the central line, the forward attack failed, and there was no way to retreat, making the entire Northern Army extremely frustrated and full of internal contradictions.

After staying in Salander for three full months, Fatty finally returned to Vekia on Dustronkai's flagship under Nile's reluctant eyes.

In the sunny southern plain of Zivadin, the breeze carries the fragrance of wild grass and night chrysanthemums. The reeds and newly grown wheat seedlings by the river are blowing like ripples. Light purple cornflowers and bright yellow orso grass are scattered here and there. Distributed on the thick and soft meadows in early summer, some trees hang over the water, their tooth-shaped leaves swirling under the water like little hands.

The small villages in the forest are reflected in the river, and the waves of the waves gently beat on the white stone walls. You can see the fir trees and the cross on the cemetery in the distance. . . . . Behind c are steep rocks and rolling hills. The purple grapevines shine attractively in the sun. The plump grape seeds hang on the wooden poles next to the farmhouse. There are small pine forests and castles. Ruins, then plains, crops, bluebirds flying in the sky, sunshine. . . . . .

A blue river passes through the dense reeds here, and the clear water is filled with fish's cheerful business. The vein-like tributaries continue to extend to the surrounding fluffy wheat fields. The trees on the bank are dense and lush, with clear lines. The trunk is covered with clusters of tender buds, like a long landscape scroll in the hands of a painter.

The brilliance of the snow-covered mountains behind is very soft, and the majestic and huge lines cross the horizon from here. The light gray winding path winds down along the steep mountain peaks, sometimes repeating, sometimes staggering rhythms, like Saran. The seductive twirling dance of the Galdian dancer in Denang

The fat man galloped up a section on the top of a high slope, reined in the horse, and hung two Samor swords cross-hung on his back, extending diagonally from behind his shoulders to the left and right. In line with his heavy body, he sat on the crotch with an unusually high posture. Immediately, there is indeed an arrogant and overbearing aura that dominates the earth.

Mao Monaqing, who was wearing a tight Tsing Yi, followed him up the hillside quickly and came to his horse. She tied her hair into dozens of braids and let them hang freely on her shoulders and back, highlighting her beautiful figure. The neck emphasizes her beautiful silhouette, coupled with her moving figure, standing side by side with the fat man, the hero and beauty complement each other.

More than twenty Samor guards, who had taken off their black armor and dressed in servant clothes, scattered in all directions, monitoring the movements far and near.

In the distance, there are the undulating Sambuga hills. Compared to the day of the Sambuga war, the scene here is completely different. There are green grass and dense dark green forests all over the mountains. The weather is excellent. The golden sunlight shines down from high in the sky, making the entire hills sparkle. Birds rise and fall from time to time in the mountain canyons. It is really difficult for people to connect the tragic battlefields that happened here.

The fat man's eyes were shining brightly as he scanned the battlefield that once changed his destiny from a high position. The sound of thousands of soldiers and horses killing each other seemed to ring in his ears, shaking the sky. After several days of running around, although he was extremely tired, he didn't know Why, as soon as I get close to this hilly land, I feel refreshed and seemingly have endless energy.

He suddenly looked at Mao Mo Naqing next to him, and just caught her eyes looking away at him. Mao Mo Naqing's delicate body trembled slightly at the sight of him, and she unconsciously avoided his eyes and lowered her head. ,

"What's wrong? Wasn't it enough to watch it last night?"

The fat man sneered triumphantly. What he saw in Mao Monaqing's beautiful eyes were her ecstatic thoughts, as if he had cut her heart open and grasped her sincerity.

"No, it's just a temporary trance." Mao Monaqing's ears turned red, and she said angrily, "My lord, you are cheating. You were clearly looking at Sangbujia Hill, but you suddenly turned around to look at others - you know, this is the lord." The place where the legend begins, just standing here, I seem to be able to feel the heroic and domineering spirit of the Lord who conquered the South in the first battle."

"Where the legend begins." The fat man was moved by her words. He raised his whip and said, "After hearing what you said, I suddenly realized that I haven't been back to Zhivadin for more than half a year, and I don't know what I am doing now." look". ..

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