Realm of Power

\u0026¤○nbsp; Strong winds rolled the military flags and the sound of hunting was heard. Like a demonstration, a large group of falcon cavalry swept past 400 meters in front of the Dongting military camp, covering the sky and the earth.

"The Wikiyans have increased their troops again." On the top of the city, King Hatalu of the East Court Khan had a face as cold as water. The faces of the East Court generals who were watching on the top of the dilapidated city were getting increasingly uglier.

These Guards Cavalry look stern and capable. They wore black light armor and black cloaks, and they were galloping. The broad cloak fluttered in the wind like the wings of a giant eagle,

These cavalrymen carried long crossbows slung across their backs and had steel curved sabers tied around their waists. Although they were galloping at a fast pace, the formation remained undisturbed. One team passed another, and above them, " The "Falcon" flag fluttered in the wind, the horses' hooves flew, and a cloud of dust filled the sky.

In the distance, the phalanx of the Falcon Army was as neat as a black copper wall. It was so dark that it exuded a serious murderous aura and coercion. It was so powerful to see the Falcon Army. Even though the people of Dongting are arrogant, they can't help but feel a little chilled.

Yeruige fell, and the retreating North's fear was basically gone. The fighting power of the Wekiyan people was also obvious to all. They were blocked after several breakouts. Although it seemed that everyone suffered losses, in fact, the people of Dongting were very panicked.

The people of Vikia refused to attack and continued to increase their troops, just like the tilted weight on the scale, which made the people of Dongting feel more and more stressed. Every day they saw the opposite side frequently mobilizing troops, and dozens of mysterious and terrifying weapons. The thunder gods have been lined up on the hilltop opposite. The black muzzles are like a sharp sword hanging above their heads. They may crush the dilapidated castle in front of them into powder at any time.

The large number of woods on the top of the mountain are being turned into a dense catapult formation in the hands of the Vekians, like a bow with its string stretched to its peak, which may launch an attack at any time that will make the East Court army irreversible.

All this shows that the attack of the Vecians is imminent. According to the style of the legendary Vecians Falcon, he either doesn't fight or attacks like fire, but he is as cunning as a seasoned fox, with continuous attacks. It makes people collapse,

Thinking of the tragic fire that night that wiped out 100,000 Dongting troops, and how powerful the Wikiya Falcon turned its hands to make clouds and rain, not to mention the generals of Dongting, it was Hata, the Khan of Dongting who had been a soldier all his life. Lu, also had to sigh with emotion, "Era has never been short of storms. This era belongs to Wikiya Falcon."

Belissus was still kneeling in front of the fat man's tent, under the scorching sun. Following the fat man's order, the guards set up a small tent in front of the big tent, with the extended front edge just enough to cover Belissus.

Half a day had passed, and Belissus' figure felt a little shaken. He was tired from traveling all night, and because of the anxiety in his heart, the dozens of old wounds on his body were also aching faintly, burning like fire on his body.

He subconsciously licked his dry lips. He knelt for too long and was in a daze. At this moment, the curtain of the military tent was lifted from the inside.

A guard captain wearing mail appeared at the door of the military tent. He said to Belisus, "Lord Belisus? Your Majesty, your Majesty wants to see you."

"Your Majesty wants to see me"

At this moment, Belissus seemed to have come back to his senses. He immediately stood up and patted the dust on his body. Accompanied by the captain of the guard, he strode in and saw His Majesty Falcon in the middle of the tent. There is something written on a table full of documents,

"Belisus, captain of the third squadron of the Samor Guards, pays homage to His Majesty." Belisus's loud voice echoed in the big tent. He knelt down on one knee and saluted the fat man with his right hand on his chest just like he did in the army.

"So you still remember that you are a Samorian soldier?" The fat man raised his head, looked at Belissus with a deep look, and said in a serious tone, "I didn't expect that we haven't seen each other for only 2 years. You, the Samorian Eagle, are quite capable. Now, you’ve actually learned how to “force me into a palace” by admonishing others to death. If I don’t agree to your request, will you really kneel in front of my door until you die?”

"How can you? Your Majesty doesn't understand me yet. Isn't this just a matter of excitement..." Belisus looked embarrassed, raised his head and whispered, "In fact, not even half an hour later, I regretted it and used despicable behavior to intimidate." Your Majesty made the decision because he was forced to do so. I also ask for your forgiveness. As long as your Majesty is willing to send troops to rescue Lord Lidakus, my subordinates are willing to bear all the consequences."

"It's impossible to send troops unless you want me to let these tens of thousands of Dongting's main forces go like this."

The fat man tilted his head and said with some enthusiasm, "If you really want to save Lidakus, there is only one way now. It depends on whether you dare to do it."

"Dare, as long as I can save Lord Lidakus, I am not afraid of anything." Belisus raised his head and responded with determination,

"Okay, this is the famous Samor Eagle under my command." The fat man stood up from his seat with a cry, threw the document he had just signed heavily in front of Belisus, and said sternly

"This is an order to temporarily mobilize troops. Because the main camp has limited troops, I can only allocate you 3 squadrons of troops and 10 Thors. This is the limit of what I can allocate to you. The rest is up to you. If you can suppress Palavon if you perform your best, then everything is possible, otherwise, you will be the one who killed Lidakus."

"Three squadrons... this is too few." Belisus looked at the appointment letter on the ground, and the corners of his mouth were crooked. What does your majesty mean? Belissus was a little confused;

Although a fierce battle just broke out in Palavon, it still has at least 50,000 troops. According to the Wikiya military system, three squadrons can only have about 3,000 troops at most. In front of the 50,000 troops guarding the city wall, this is really a bit overwhelming. Like a joke

"What, you know you're afraid?" The fat man looked at him nonchalantly, suddenly tapped his fingers on the table, and said solemnly, "That's all I can give you. I'm not afraid to tell you. Don't look at the frequent transfers outside. In fact, I only have 40,000 men on hand. The strength of each squadron is extremely valuable now.

The hundreds of thousands of Dongting and Ruidian people combined may attack us at any time. You want me to make a decision, but you tell me how to make this decision."

"Your Majesty, this subordinate is too reckless."

Belisus trembled in fright and lowered his head in fear. His face turned red and white. "I didn't expect that the situation in the base camp was so urgent, and my subordinates were so ignorant of how to advance or retreat. I beg your Majesty to punish me."

"The punishment will be waived, as long as you know it." The fat man rolled his eyes and said, "Don't just rely on your seniority to do this kind of thing of kneeling down to force the palace. You are all veterans who joined me in the army. You have contributed to it." I remember that without your bloody battle, my Falcon Dynasty would not be what it is today, but if every veteran minister is like this, tell me what to do."

"Your Majesty..." Belisus looked so ashamed that he couldn't help himself. He was so embarrassed and angry that he wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl into. His Majesty Falcon said yes. In the recent period, he has indeed had a tendency to rely on his old age.

"Captain Belissus of the Third Guards Squadron of Samor, obey the order." The fat man's shining eyes were like a sharp blade that was as cold as a bone at this moment, and it seemed that even the air in the big tent was trembling with it.

"The subordinates are here"

Belisus puffed up his chest and shouted with all his strength. At this moment, he felt as if he had returned to the time when he was still serving as a cavalry guard by His Majesty's side.

"I order you to erect 10 thunder gods on the hillside opposite Palavon and have full authority to handle all military operations with Palavon."

The fat man ordered with a serious face, "Tell Palavon, blood for blood, tooth for tooth. If Palavon does any harm to the wedding envoy, our army will immediately use thunder gods to blow open Palavon's city gate to join the crusade outside the city." Army, use their blood to bury the envoy with him"