Realm of Power

681 The army attacks the city (3)

The fat man stood by the string window on the second floor of the Central Military Command Hall, silently waiting for the new battle report. On the top of the hills and fields in the distance, a red round sun slowly climbed up, just like a knight defending justice, he used his hands to The spear that emitted thousands of light and heat dispersed the fog that shrouded the earth, dragging the fat man's back after standing all night.

"Bang!" The heavy door of the room was pushed open again by the hurried adjutant Ressa Lin. This veteran with gray hair and unusual energy had an excited look on his rosy face and held a copy tightly in his hand. Some wrinkled and damp war reports

"Your Majesty, a great victory." Ressalin closed his two heels together heavily, gave a military salute to the fat man, and said in a thick voice, "Master Hu Keqili who went to support from the front received news of the victory, the commander of the Varisian Banner Not only is he alive, but he also led the team to defeat the obstruction of Dongting's rear team and injured the famous Dongting general Bogorzamu. He is now on the way to Buras City in pursuit."

"Huh? What are you talking about? The fat man turned around with a surprised look on his face. The sunlight shone on his back, as if it was coated with a layer of gold. The precious nanmu bottom board with patterns under his feet looked even more shiny.

That Varisian guy wounded Bogor Zamuza. (paoshu8). How is that possible?"

Even with the composure of the fat man, he was shocked by this belated news, and he couldn't help but feel a little confused.

What is going on? Could it be that Varisien is really a natural-born lieutenant? This is too ridiculous. Unless God protects him, this guy should be the kind of miserable guy who has run out of ammunition and food. But this guy is surrounded by several times the enemy, and he still can't. Can you chop down the eagle in the East Courtyard while it's still alive? . . . . .

"Is this news confirmed?" Fatty asked with some disbelief, thinking that he had been hearing hallucinations after standing all night.

"This is true, Your Majesty." Adjutant Ressalin bent down and saluted, and said with emotion on his face, "If I hadn't recognized that the messenger was indeed from the Varisian Flag Regiment, and sent someone to verify it. I definitely don’t believe this if it’s true. It's true. Lord Hu Keqili's cavalry regiment has merged with Varisien, and the battle report also has Hu Keqili's signature. This news took a long time to be sent back because of the long distance. Yes, please forgive me, Your Majesty.

The fat man quickly took the battle report and read every word on it carefully, the excitement in his eyes getting heavier and heavier.

"Haha, God blessed our Falcon Dynasty. Bogorzamu actually vomited blood and fell from the horse." The fat man laughed loudly, and the adjutant Ruissalin said with a regretful expression.

"It's a pity that if the people from the East Courtyard hadn't fought to the death and had Bogorzamu snatched away, Varisien would have almost captured this famous general from the East Courtyard alive."

"Haha, this is already very good. Excessive pursuit will be punished by God." The fat man said with a hint of self-deprecation. "Varisien is thankful to be alive. Don't talk about others in this chaos, but myself." I'm also confused. The Bogorzamu opposite me should be similar to me. It's a pity that his luck is not as good as mine. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been tricked by Varisian, the guy who likes to pick up bargains."

"What your Majesty said is true." Adjutant Ressalin nodded with deep sympathy. "Varisien really got a big deal. According to the battle report sent back, Haig, who is located on the flank of the East Courtyard team, The most elite black-armored archers under Prince Lu withdrew at the critical moment when the front and rear teams were attacked at the same time, giving Varisian's cavalry a chance to avoid being annihilated. Otherwise, Varisian would be killed again. "

The fat man's face was stunned for a moment, and then a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, "No wonder, let me just say, Varisien injured Bogorzamu, how is this possible?" . . . "Poor Bogorzamu, no matter how powerful the famous general is, he can't resist the hidden arrows from behind."

The fat man sighed half-heartedly, rubbed his swollen temples with both hands, sat down on a leather sofa, and waved to Ressalin in a relaxed voice.

"It's been a tiring night, so you should sit down. Since we removed you from the list of retired generals of the Ministry of Military Affairs half a month ago, we have never had a good talk. Today is a good day, so let's have a talk. "

"Yes, Your Majesty." Ressalin carefully sat down on the chair opposite the fat man. A maid quickly brought a silver water glass, which contained mountain fruits just shipped from Salander.

"Do you know why I appointed you as the adjutant?" The fat man randomly picked up a mountain fruit and put it in his mouth. It was sweet and tempting.

"I don't know," Ressalin replied with a trace of hesitation in his eyes and a strange look on his face.

The atmosphere in the room seemed a bit awkward. In fact, His Majesty Falcon would appoint the always unknown Ressalin as the important adjutant general. The military community in Wikipedia was also in an uproar.

You know, although the Adjutant's Office is only a small department under the Ministry of Military Affairs, and the immediate boss is only an unknown woman, no one dares to ignore the existence of this department.

As the core department responsible for royal affairs, to a certain extent, the people in the Adjutant's Office are directly subordinate to His Majesty Falcon.

In terms of identity and status, it is naturally not comparable to that of ordinary legions. The people and things he comes into contact with are all the core secrets of the Falcon Dynasty.

That is the place where the heart of the kingdom is very exciting. Being able to be transferred to the adjutant department is the dream of many Vecian soldiers.

Although Ruissalin is an experienced general, in terms of command ability, he is not outstanding among the Central Army. There are many people who are far better than him. In terms of energy and vitality, he cannot compare with those young and powerful new generals. Compared with them,

But such a good thing happened to Ruissa Lin, who had already reported for retirement. It can be described as pie in the sky.

Regarding this almost incomprehensible appointment, there are different opinions in the military community. Some generals believe that Raissalin must have gone through certain channels and received recommendations from some big figures. Some people also speculated that Raissalin may have served in a certain battle. He saved His Majesty Falcon's life, so His Majesty Falcon's logic is completely repayment.

Only a few high-ranking military bosses were surprisingly unanimous in their silence on this matter. Later, it was difficult to wipe away the criticism from their subordinates. The straightforward Crolisa still let some things slip.

This guy Rysalin is quite stingy and he has an appetite for a certain person." Crolisatte, who was red-faced after drinking, gave everyone an extremely depressing answer. It is said that Crorisa, the commander of the Western Army, said this while drunk. Special, his face was as pale as a sheet from fright after he woke up, and he refused to mention it afterwards, but it was enough to become internal news for the entire Wikiya army.

Even Ruissalin himself felt extremely embarrassed by this rumor. Although he didn't say it with his mouth, he had more or less thoughts in his heart.

"Subordinate..." Hearing the fat man's question, Ressalin's face turned red and white. His lips trembled several times as he tried to speak out, but in the end he swallowed it all.

He only climbed to the position of general at the age of 54. In the Vekia army, which is full of stars and young talents, it is really not something worth bragging about. The speculations from the outside are not entirely unfounded. You know, the original Falcon His Majesty is known for being stingy. It seems that he is also in the process of choosing an adjutant who is also stingy.

Looking at the silent Ressa Lin, the fat man laughed heartily, "Why, do you really believe those rumors outside? You really believe that I chose you as the adjutant just because you and I are two stingy guys who are in the same boat."

"I don't dare, my subordinate is just..." Upon hearing the fat man's metaphor, the mature Ressalin turned pale with fright and defended in unclear words.

"Okay, I know it's you who's being talked about outside. Actually, it's me, Crolisate, who has a big mouth and a famous loudspeaker." The fat man stood up from his seat, waved his hand and interrupted Ressalin's confession, with a teasing tone. He said, "Although our Falcon Dynasty dare not say that our generals are as brave as the clouds, we can be called the strongest army in the mainland.

There are commanders who are good at offensive tactics, and there are also very good defensive talents. But among so many generals, you are the only general who carefully checks the list of every dead soldier after every battle, just for the sake of fighting. When reporting casualties, every soldier's family can receive the compensation they deserve. This will not leave them without any compensation even after losing their loved ones."

"This..." As soon as these words came out, veteran Ressa Lin's face was stunned for a moment, and his face was full of confusion, this. . Is this considered a talent that is appreciated by His Majesty? ".

Raissalin is called stingy Raissalin by the officers. It is because of this habit. No general would quarrel with the Ministry of Military Affairs because a soldier did not receive compensation. In this war, it is commonplace. In troubled times, death is a common thing.

"Yes, this is where you surpass others." The fat man came over and patted the confused Ressa Lin on the shoulder with relief. "When other flag regiments reported casualties, they basically had some approximate data, such as more than 3,000 people, more than 4,000 people. It's like that. Only your report, Ressalin, can accurately estimate the number of people to within 10 people.

Such an accurate report, not to mention others, even I was secretly stunned. I also came from a sea of ​​​​blood and corpses. Of course I know how demanding it is to count specific figures on a messy and bloody battlefield. ,

There are mutilated corpses trampled by war horses, or corpses whose limbs were chopped off by sharp weapons, or piles of corpses stacked on top of each other. Cruel siege battles are even more roads made of human flesh and blood. How do you think this can be counted? You can't piece together the rag-like corpses again, right?

"Well, I actually gave each soldier a nameplate with their name on it. People can be broken into pieces, but there is still a nameplate made of iron..."

Ruissalin blushed and lowered his head. He really couldn't say such words.

The sound of "touching" the door being pushed came from behind.

"Sir," Berlant Bonnie, who was dressed in a straight military uniform, walked in anxiously and whispered a few words in the fat man's ear. Ressa Lin stood up quickly next to him. Berlant Bonnie was his immediate boss.

"How is this possible? How could the forward cavalry heading south from the East Courtyard arrive outside the northern hub of Bolonsti City so quickly?"

The fat man suddenly stood up from his seat, his voice was like winter ice, his face was as heavy as water, and his two straight eyebrows were twisted into the character "Sichuan".

According to the agreement with Ruidian, this city of Bronste is now within the scope of the Falcon Dynasty.

681 The army attacks the city (3)