Realm of Power

The full moon is in the sky, the night is like water

A gust of early spring morning wind blew by, and Baron Situhan, who was only wearing thin clothes, felt a biting chill on his body.

As business elites, we have the same views on many things.

This group of Zhivadin nobles, who were as panic-stricken as bereaved dogs, were deceived into a dead end by the words of the trusted Lidastov.

If you don’t see it with your own eyes, even if someone says it to your ears

"The seditious Lidastov is a mole"

I will definitely sneer at it

"You got kicked in the head by a donkey! Ridastov is full and has nothing to do, and he leads a bunch of nobles to play with his heartbeat?"

Although I still don’t know what the conspiracy of that naive fat man in the city lord’s mansion is.

But what Baron Studhan can be sure of is that

The damn fat man will never let these nobles who have a deep hatred against him continue to live.

Even if it's just lingering, living like a dog wagging its tail begging for mercy

According to the fat man's personality of revenge, someone touched his fat butt so hard that he almost jumped up in shame and anger.

It was a good grace not to take them all to the square and behead them.

The frustrated Si Duhan once again looked at the low hills with layers of black shadow in the distance.

On the mountain road invisible in the dark night, a pair of invisible black hands have already dug the graves of the nobles.

Waiting for these poor people who are still happily on the road to death

In this age of intrigue and betrayal, noble loyalty has long been cast aside

Since you dare to rebel, you will naturally have to bear the consequences.

Being able to die dignifiedly like a noble is much better than those vulgar peasants who have their heads chopped off in public.

Baron Stuart refused from his heart to admit that he personally sent these poor people to death.

"I just want to take them out of prison. Is this wrong? As for being sent to death, that was done by Lidastov, a traitor who lurked among the people. It's my fault!"

Si Duhan, who was full of self-blame, didn't know that high up on the hills in the distance,

There are also three hundred pairs of eyes in the darkness watching the hesitating nobles below,

I saw that the nobles did not hesitate to get into the pre-designed dead end.

Standing high on the hill, Captain Tanlisus of the third squadron of the Samor Light Cavalry, waved his hand to his subordinates who had been waiting for a long time.

Looking at the panicked nobles below with cold eyes is like looking at a pile of dead people.

"The bait is on its way, let's send a signal to the adults!"

A pine and cypress tree standing on a high hill fell silently

Baron Studhan didn't know that if he didn't act according to the script, the third detachment ambushing outside the city would also drive the nobles towards Fort Gerber.

They will only rush to Gerber Castle together with Baron Stuart.

The Zhivadin nobles are indispensable supporting actors in this drama

How could a fat man allow his plans to go wrong because of someone's feelings?

A pair of big hands opened the curtain of the tent where the fat man was resting, and the fierce cold wind blew into the warm tent.

The fire pit placed in the middle of the tent burst into flames, like red fireworks blooming in the dark night.

"Can't you be steady? You are now the leader of a group, why are you still so irritable? Come on, it's windy outside, let's warm up with a piece of chicken leg!"

The fat man looked at Croissant with a look of impatient expression on her face. He muttered, took off a piece of burnt chicken leg from the fork and threw it over.

Just now, because the sparks exploded in the brazier, the iron fork in the fat man's hand was directly inserted into the ashes of the brazier. Now the chicken legs are mixed with gray and black, which is extremely ugly.

However, Crolisate, who was born as a mountain leader hunter, didn't care about this. In order to maintain her physical strength in the vast mountains, she could still eat cold animal meat, not to mention the steaming chicken legs.

He patted the ashes on the chicken leg nonchalantly and took a bite, leaving his mouth full of greasy food.

"The nobles should be on their way already!"

Looking at Croissant who was eating with gusto, the fat man holding half a greasy chicken leg burped and asked calmly.

"Yes, sir, you are really a prophet! The nobles walked into the Rock Valley without even thinking about it. Calculated from the time and distance, the nobles should meet the Isahka army heading south before dawn. I have already According to the plan, the third detachment of the Light Cavalry Regiment is ordered to follow behind. As soon as they find any signs of deviation or return, they will be driven over immediately. They can't run even if they want to. If they want to live, they can only go all the way to the end."

Croissant flattered the fat man, staring at the last half of the chicken leg in the fat man's hand with unsatisfied eyes. She squatted by the brazier and stopped moving, warming her hands in the heat of the brazier.

The fat man pretended not to notice Crolissatt's slanderous appearance. A grunt swallowed the last half of the chicken leg into his mouth, leaving Crolissatt's face full of disappointment.

The nights in early spring are as cold as winter, and the vast plain wilderness is extremely windy. The howling night wind is like a wall.

If it weren't for the hundreds of carriages surrounding the military camp, the temporary tents would have been blown away by the strong wind.

Anyone who stands outside in the wind all night is guaranteed to freeze into popsicles before dawn.

Two consecutive days of heavy rain turned the loose dirt road under their feet into a quagmire, which was very painful for the nobles who were fleeing for their lives. There was no easy way to escape!

Among the nobles who were panicking, some people kept slipping and falling in the quagmire at their feet. With luck, they could get up and continue running.

Those who were unlucky fell directly to the bottom of the dark slope, not even a single person could be seen.

Only a wail that sounded like a ghost was heard

"It's no longer possible. We are old and can't run anymore. If we keep running like this! We don't need the Samor people to chase us, and we will all die!"

Hesalitai, who was exhausted after running on the mountain road, sat down on the muddy dirt road beneath him, leaning his back against a big tree, panting hard, his rapid breathing sounding like a leaky bellows.

Looking back at the nobles following behind, there were only more than 200 people. It seemed that many stragglers had rolled down the slope.

The whistling cold wind blew past him, and the biting cold had already made Hesalita numb from the cold. The bright and beautiful appearance in the past had long been dyed into a clay figure by the muddy water under his feet.

Hesalite's words resonated with other fleeing nobles.

"Yes, if we keep running like this, we will cross over before we see Djalbo Castle! Besides, it will be dawn soon. We are nobles. Even if we run away, we can't let those Samors see our jokes!"

The speaker was Lisa Hepburn, the young heir to the Lisa family, which fully reflected the arrogance of the Kyoto aristocracy.

He's probably the most innocent guy in the bunch.

However, my family accidentally ran to the south for a walk to relieve the depression of being unable to return home due to the Kugit siege.

As a result, he was regarded as a rebel for no reason, and now he is still running around in the mud in a very dishonorable manner.

"You stupid fat man Samour, don't let me return to Kyoto, or I will kill you with a thousand knives!"

Lisa Hepburn touched her muddy golden hair. Thinking that the "golden man" who was so popular in Kyoto was reduced to living with mud and water, she gritted her teeth and secretly swore.

"bump!"

A black shadow came towards Hesalitai with a sharp sound of wind, and was nailed to the tree trunk Hesalitai was leaning on.

The crisp impact sound startled Hesalitai who was resting, thinking that his dignified president of the Business Alliance was actually hit with something by his subordinates.

The grievances he had been holding in his heart for many days made Hesalitai angry. He no longer cared about the noble demeanor and cursed loudly.

"What do you want to do! You want to smash me to death to take credit from that damn fat man, don't you? I am Hesalitai, the president of the Business Alliance. As long as we leave Zhivadin, the Business Alliance will still be ours!"

The angry Hesalite found that the nobles who had been sitting and resting just now stood up with pale faces after hearing his curse. They looked at him as if they had seen a ghost. They were as nervous as they could be.

There were a few timid ones with trembling legs and covering their mouths with their hands, looking extremely frightened.

Hesalite is very satisfied with the performance of the nobles. It seems that his prestige is still the same as before and has not been affected at all!

"If a tiger doesn't show off its power, it will treat me as a sick cat!"

Hesalite cursed and turned around, wanting to see what was thrown at him.

But he saw a white short-tailed crossbow nailed to the thick tree trunk behind him.

The unique white triangular tail, the short arrow shaft that is only half the length of an arm,

If it wasn't the Samor's special arrowhead that was used to kill the middle-aged nobleman in front of all the nobles three days ago, what else could it be?

"Spread, spread..."

Before the frightened Hesalitai could shout out, the nobles behind him were already in a panic.

"The Samors are catching up!"

I don't know who shouted, and the nobles who were exhausted just now were like wasps that were stabbed in the nest, pushing each other and swarming up the slope in front, hoping to climb up the slope in front early to avoid Samor. Chasing Soldier's Life-Chasing Arrow

None of the panicked nobles noticed that on the other side of the slope,

An equally impatient and tired force is also climbing the slope

"Guide! Look, what kind of bullshit road are you leading? Didn't you say that we can reach Zhivadin before dawn? Why have we just passed Sambuga now! If we delay the fighter plane, I will chop off your dog's head and hang it in the city. On the door!"

Marquis Isahka pointed at the muddy team and angrily asked the guide beside him,

The guide looked at the road under his feet with a pale face, and responded helplessly.

"Sir, I didn't expect that Sambuga would turn into a swamp during heavy rain! But don't worry, sir. After passing the Sambuga Hills, there are almost no mountain roads ahead. As long as there are no accidents, our cavalry unit can still make it at dawn. Arrive before Zivadin!”

At this time, a knight knight wearing leather armor rushed from the front. Seeing Isahka, he quickly turned over and dismounted, and said in a quick voice

"Sir, the forward scouts reported that behind the exit of Sambuga Hills, a team of more than 200 people was climbing rapidly. The scout leader suspected that Samoor's army had discovered our movements, so he sent an infantry squadron. Want to seize the commanding heights before us and block our army’s advance!”

When Isahka heard that the Samor army was found at the intersection of Sambuga, his face was as black as the bottom of a pot, and he shouted angrily.

"Order the heavy infantry brigade to occupy the high ground at the exit of the hills. I don't care what price they pay. If they can't take the high ground, I will take their heads!"

A young nobleman relied on his good physical strength to be the first to climb up the slope. He looked at the nobleman who had fallen behind and was about to let out a sigh of relief.

Suddenly a cold light flashed across his eyes, and he turned his head unexpectedly, almost shouting out in fright.

Piles of black figures holding gleaming weapons crowded towards him on the back of the slope, like a swarm of squirming ants in the dark night. The flashing cold light was just the cold light of the weapons in the hands of the black figures.

"Whoosh"

Just when the middle-aged noble was about to shout loudly, an arrow shot from the dark shadow on the opposite side pierced his throat.

The nobles who were trying to climb up saw a strange scene

The first person to climb the slope did not turn over to the other slope as they thought, but their body twisted and swayed weirdly for a few times, and then rolled down the slope like a ball from the top,

The body hit the tree branch at the bottom of the slope, and the whole body was hunched strangely. An arrowhead stained with mud was still shaking on the body.

"Ah! There's someone on the slope!"

Before the nobles could react from their panic, they suddenly noticed a group of black shadows appearing at the top of the slope, and they all stopped at a loss.

The scout captain who climbed up the slope put down the ox-horn longbow in his hand. The choke-locking arrow that killed the noble just now was the masterpiece of the scout captain.

Looking at the dark figures still struggling to climb on the other side of the hillside, one of the closest ones could even see his face turning pale with fear.

"Peasants are farmers. In front of a real army, these farmers are only qualified to wave a fork!"

He smiled contemptuously, drew out the long sword from his waist, and shouted angrily at the scouts behind him

"Kill them all, and never let one go! Let these idiot farmers from Samor know what a real warrior is!"