Realm of Power

"If it's not that the Samoans are really vulnerable fools, then it must be that they are trying to hide something?"

Listening to the ridicule of the light cavalry around him, Lidakus, who was angry in his heart, felt an ominous premonition as he looked at the Samoyed army that collapsed on the plain.

Although Lidakus holds a civilian position in Djalpo Fort, he is the heir to the Lida family, a business giant in Djalpo Fort. His family controls the entire arms trade in Djalpo Fort.

Countless advanced knight equipment of the Ruidian people flowed into the remote Wikiia through the Lida family. As the heir to the business giant whose business network spans two kingdoms,

Lidakus, who is only twenty-eight years old, holds the title of knight in both the Kingdoms of Palaven and Vekia. He is also the only person in Jalbo Castle who has been to the Holy Land of Knights "Palavon Royal Knights Academy" for further training in the past ten years. knight's apprentice,

It is the holy land of knights recognized throughout the continent, where countless outstanding knights embark on their legendary path.

Where, the weak Lidakus did not practice the corresponding profession "weapon casting" like his predecessors,

Instead, he chose a mysterious major that only Palavon nobles could practice.

"Archival History of Knightly Heraldry!"

This is definitely a major that has a good reputation but is actually extremely useless. Together with the Royal Etiquette in the college, it is the two ghost majors that no one practices in Palawan Knights College.

Generally, it is only the archivists who have been responsible for the management of the heraldry archives of the royal family and nobles in the past go to practice. It is difficult to have a student in ten years.

Lidakus is the only knight apprentice who has applied for the historical archives of knight heraldry in the past thirty years.

In response to this sudden miracle, Palavon College, under the strong request of its archives tutor, was forced to agree to recruit this young man who was not a descendant of a major Palavon noble.

His last senior brother was his mentor, the fifty-eight-year-old Baron Lisa Howman, director of the Palavon Royal Archives.

As a graduate of historical archives, apart from being able to quickly find the file I want to find in the vast sea of ​​filing cabinets, I am useless elsewhere.

No one knows why Lidakus, who has a strong family background, would choose such an obscure major.

He can definitely study any discipline except "command, tactics, strategy, etc." which are only open to the descendants of the great nobles of Palawan.

But he was more interested in those boring files. Everyone in Palawan College knew that there was a moron who buried himself in the files.

Until one day, Lidakus, who was still waiting to graduate from Palavon, was arrested for stealing secrets. He took the royal family's secret files back to his room without permission.

Under the guidance of his mentor, this archives worm was escorted to the border between Vikia and Jalbo Castle by ten heavily armed Rendian knights according to the treatment of prisoners during wartime.

The Lida family who was waiting there redeemed him from the Redians with one hundred thousand gold coins.

Lidakus’s experience in Palawan has become a mystery in everyone’s mind.

For Lidakus, who did not learn any useful skills and spent a large amount of ransom money from his family,

Instead of punishing him, the leader of the Lida family made an unexpected decision

Lidacus became the heir to the business giant Lida family!

The messy threads in his thoughts made Lidakus confused, and questions filled Lidakus' mind.

War is not a child's play. Any small mistake may lead to failure or even death.

This is what Lidakus, who has read through almost all the royal family's military archives during his three years of study in Palavon, realized from the bloody data and cruel war records in the archives.

"What are the Samours hiding? Why do they appear here in the early morning? Don't they know that the plains are the deathbed of infantry!"

Looking at the scattered and fleeing Samours on the plain, Lidakus, who frowned, suddenly discovered a problem.

The first wave of disintegrating Samours ran in a panic. Almost all of them threw away their weapons, hoping to run faster.

However, there was no movement in the other nine military camps scattered in the mist. This was completely different from the rout in ordinary wars.

The other military camps are also different from the first military camp in terms of weak defenses.

Not only were dozens of carriages arranged horizontally to form a circular barrier around the military camp, there was also a row of thick wooden fences erected around the carriages.

The black-armored soldiers inside are not like those who fled.

Each one of them was full of energy, holding a large shield in his left hand and holding a three-meter long spear in his right hand. They were not affected by the scattered soldiers outside.

He just stared with a pair of blood-red eyes, staring at the hundreds of Isa's knights who had just passed by outside the military camp.

That absolute calmness, like a poisonous snake raising its head, reveals extreme danger in its stillness.

You can tell at a glance that these are the real elites

For a business family that specializes in weapons trading, unlike the ignorant Isahka, the Lida family still has some understanding of the fat man from Samoer who tinkers with weapons in the Samoer Fortress all day long.

How could a lord with thousands of blacksmiths let his soldiers go to the battlefield with forks? This is just the whim of those arrogant knights.

"This is the real Samoer army! This is what the other side is trying to hide! If our cavalry breaks into the middle of the nine military camps without authorization, they will definitely be surrounded by the Samoer people!

The plain land was used to lure the cavalry to charge in a hurry, the early morning mist was used to conceal defensive measures, the carriage was used to block the cavalry charge, and the fence was used to prevent the knights in heavy armor from moving.

What a good plan!

Lidakus sighed secretly in his heart

If the Snow Country army that defeated Dehreim had such a defense, the history of the Kingdom of Vekia would have been rewritten! "

Lidakus was so excited about this discovery that he couldn't help himself.

This is the first time that Lidascu has used his own eyes to observe a war. Unlike before, what he saw was just a few simple descriptions of battles in files, or some reminiscences of commanders.

In the past, I only looked up to the commanding arts of those famous commanders from the perspective of a latecomer, and explored the most profound tactical essence of knight skills.

Now I am standing on this starting line

"Will I surpass them? Will I become one of those shining protagonists in the archives?"

Lidakus could not answer this question, but Lidakus knew that Guards Officer Dobris was going to be in trouble!

When Lidakus was stunned just now, this reckless commander had already rushed down the hillside with the Guards Cavalry. Looking at the Samoan soldiers in front of him who were scattered like ducks,

Dobris could no longer suppress the excitement in his heart, drew out his knight's sword, waved it at the Guards Cavalry behind him, and shouted

"The whole army attacks! One head, one gold coin! Whoever kills Fatty Satsuma will be directly promoted to Knight Commander of the Guards!"

Seeing the commander taking the lead in launching the charge, groups of knights followed him like a surging iron stream, running out of the queue and following behind Dobris.

The orderly queue of knights just now was in chaos. Under the indoctrination of the commander, these knights had already regarded the Samoyers below as moving gold coins.

The fire reconnaissance of the first wave of cavalry just now showed that,

There was nothing to fear about the Samours, just trembling peasants with crude weapons.

Driven by this kind of thinking,

The knights in the retinue did not even take off the shields from their horses, but were preparing to kill all the Samoyers with their knight swords.

But this time, they ran into a strong wall that the Samoers had already prepared.

"bump"

The knight at the forefront waved his knight's sword and relied on his superb riding skills to try to jump directly onto the carriage barrier. As a result, he crashed into the thick wooden fence in front.

The huge collision force knocked the horse to the ground, but the knight was thrown high into the sky. What greeted him was the forest of spears that had risen from the military camp below.

The knights in the retinue tried their best to wave the three-meter-long knight spears in their hands, but they were blocked by the dense shields in the military camp. Then the Satsuma spearmen inside used the three-meter spears in their hands to dismount the knights outside.

It can't be cut and chopped, it can't be knocked away, and no one can grow thorns. The whole military camp is like a group of giant hedgehogs carrying turtle shells.

The horse-drawn carriage barriers and wooden fences placed outside the Satsuma barracks caught the knights at a loss.

Although everyone knew that those timid Satsuma farmers were hiding inside, no one could use light war horses to forcefully break through the carriage barrier.

I could only wander between nine military camps for a while, hoping to find a breakthrough by relying on the movement of the cavalry.

"Whoosh, whoosh"

While the retinue and cavalry were still looking for a breakthrough, the Samoyors in the carriage barrier began to fight back, and only heard a loud horn from the innermost military camp.

The perimeter of the Samoer military camp suddenly changed. The dense shield and spearmen on the perimeter suddenly squatted down, revealing rows of soldiers holding strange flat bows and arrows.

Those pairs of burning eyes made the knights swimming outside shiver.

The retinue of the knights did not know that, like their lord, the fat man from Samoer also offered a large sum of money for his head.

The crossbowmen hiding behind the carriage have long been waiting for this loud horn.

In order not to expose themselves, when their companions were at the blood station just now, they could only squat silently, watching the arrogant knights stabbing their spears inside, and watching their companions fall to the ground dripping with blood.

Forbearance has finally paid off, and now it’s finally time to harvest.

Deadly short arrows shot from the sky, densely packed like locusts, and the criss-crossing retinue cavalry outside could not avoid them. In the face of such powerful short arrows, the mail armor the retinue knights were proud of was vulnerable to a single blow.

Countless retinue knights were shot at close range by powerful infantry crossbows, and the situation on the battlefield began to reverse. The Samoer infantry, which had been suppressed and beaten, began to pour out of the barracks, three in a team, two in a row. The famous contradictory soldier protected a crossbowman and formed a huge V-shaped military formation on both sides of the chaotic cavalry in the middle, like a huge stretched bow.