Realm of Power

In the dark night, the bonfire in the 100,000 Nord army camp was like the boundless starlight in the sky, shining on the exhausted soldiers. The bonfire set up with firewood and the thick hot soup were boiling in the charred marching pot. There's an alluring aroma coming out of it,

There were seven or eight, or five or six soldiers sitting together, some chatting and laughing quietly, and some sitting alone, staring blankly at the starry night sky above their heads.

As the sound of eating began to sound, these soldiers quickly ran towards the direction of the marching pot.

"Give it to me, I'm the first one there!"

An agile young soldier raised the wooden bowl in his hand and shouted impatiently to the cook beside the pot. Before his voice could finish, he was pushed away by a strong man behind him, and his body screamed and retreated to the other side.

"Get out of the way, you skinny guy! Don't you know that you have to pay attention to your status when eating!" The strong man said with a sneer, and stretched out a large wooden bowl that was comparable to a small pot in front of the cook.

"Lang Disu, don't be too bullying! Be careful with me..." The young man who was pushed away cursed angrily.

"Why are you careful? Understand, you are only a second-level legion. Even if you are eating, you should be behind us!" The strong man curled his lips disdainfully and said contemptuously, "This is an order from His Majesty the King! Do you know, This is Wang Ling, if you want to be beheaded, I will not hesitate to chop off your little chicken head myself! "

"Haha..." The surrounding soldiers burst into laughter. The humiliated young man froze there, his face flushed with frustration. Like him, some silent soldiers had faces full of anger and dared not speak.

The war against the Falcon Dynasty has lasted for eighteen days. Starting from the breakthrough of Mecca, the southern barrier of the Falcon Dynasty, the advancement of the Nord army was like a carriage stuck in the mud. The slowness was a bit unacceptable.

It was only when the armies gathered in Mecca and headed south that they discovered that the Falcon Army, which was originally expected to resist desperately in Tire, had already withdrawn from this area in advance. A large abandoned area stretched from Tire to the north of Dillens. During this hundred-mile journey, dozens of villages, towns and five cities along the way should have been burned to the ground by the retreating Vekians before the Nord army arrived in a hurry.

It was as if the more than 100,000 Tyrians had been completely evaporated. Whether it was a prosperous central town or a remote rural countryside, all the Nords saw were worthless ruins, and there were also remains in the center of the town. huge piles of grain waste,

That is the winter wheat that is about to mature in the field. If it were not for this war, these winter wheat would have entered the mature season in about a month. There was enough rain this winter, and many people thought it would be a It was a good harvest year, but the sudden war disrupted everything. Because there were too many, it was inconvenient to transport them all. It was impossible to find so many carriages at one time, so they were all asked to pull them out and gather them in the central square. burn to destruction

Such a situation is simply a huge disaster for many Nord soldiers who want to plunder. They are just ordinary soldiers. What a kingdom or anything glorious is far less important to them than gold and silver. It came directly, and the entire continent knew that the Falcon Dynasty was a very prosperous area.

Just like before the war, in order to boost the morale of the soldiers, the Nord officers instilled in them all day long, "That is a luxurious land full of gold and silver. Even if you grab a handful of soil from there, gold will still flow in it." The luster! Come, pick up your battle ax, let's go together, what else do you want? The woman of Vekia Falcon? "

"Haha!" The soldiers laughed understandingly below, but now, this scene no longer exists, because they did not see anything related to wealth. All they saw every day were ruins and ruins. i. . ,

"How many ruins did you find today? Three! No, I found one! You don't know me, but our captain specially sent people to mark it, so that no one would say we were lying." Sometimes even with familiar When friends meet, they will tease each other with this, and then they will laugh with a bit of helplessness.

Different from the declining morale of the soldiers, there is a dispute between high-level generals about logistics needs. The Nord troops in this expedition are all domestic elites. According to the original idea of ​​the Ministry of Military Affairs, the huge amount of military rations required for this expedition About 2 million tons,

Part of it can be solved by the original kingdom's inventory. According to the report of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, although southern Nord was also affected by drought last year, the grain-producing area Ssatusko Corridor obtained from the Redians,

As well as the Susuo area's rare bumper harvest in ten years, the Nordic Kingdom's total grain output increased by as much as 20%, with the harvest amounting to more than 2.5 million tons more than in previous years.

In addition to a part left in the country, which can fully support the initial needs of this war, the Nord Military Ministry proposed to consider obtaining the other part from the occupied areas. The time for the kingdom's attack was just when the southern winter wheat was about to be harvested. In the winter season, the southern part of Wikidia has always been a famous grain-producing area in the mainland. After being soaked by the heavy snow in the cold winter, the cold-resistant southern wheat will enter the maturity stage. As long as these areas are occupied, are we afraid of not having military food supplies?

It was with this intention in mind that the Nord King Agrolk planned this sudden attack on the Falcon Dynasty.

However, the early results were not smooth. The Falcon Army's tenacious blockade and the clearing of strong walls along the way made the Nord army's logistical burden increasingly heavier. Then came the Falcon Army's attack on the south.

Everything was disrupted. A large number of refugees entered from the coastal areas. In order to accommodate these people, Nordland had to squeeze out some of the extremely limited food stocks. Otherwise, hundreds of thousands of refugees would riot because of hunger. , will cause immeasurable disaster consequences in Nord,

In order to solve the subsequent shortage of military rations, Yagrork could only order limited military rations to be distributed according to the legion level. This resulted in the first-level main battle legion being able to eat two meals a day, while the second-level legion could only eat one meal a day.

The soldiers were very angry about this. Everyone was risking their lives. Why should they eat one less meal than others? If they didn't even have enough to eat, how could they fight this battle?

Of course, the most tragic thing is not these soldiers, but the legion led by Scarlet Erdo to attack Zhiva Cheze.

His army is the farthest away from the base camp, so every time the food is needed, the logistics department needs to send a separate horse team to transport it.

However, under the eager eyes of countless Nord generals, these consignments of military rations are often intercepted by hungry soldiers before they are transported to the border, or they often wait until their own cavalry rushes to the logistics officer. The replies are all "Sorry, the last bit of food has been dragged away."

In order to compete for food, there have been a lot of frictions between the Nord legions. Some legions even secretly organized food grabbing teams to intercept food from other legions. Some tall and strong Nord heavy infantrymen directly wore Wearing heavy armor with thorns and holding his own intimidating huge ax in his hand, he stood guard outside the logistics department like a door god.

Any carriage carrying food must pass under their hungry and bloodshot eyes. These heavy-armed axemen, who are mainly responsible for siege assault missions, are undoubtedly veterans of this kind of thing.

Once they find a target that can be robbed, they will use their physical advantages to rush in, drive the opponent down like a city wall, and then quickly send people to pull the food away.

If you want to snatch it back, you must have the courage to face hundreds of gleaming battle axes. The traditional bravery of the Nords has undoubtedly contributed to the spread of this power-grabbing behavior. Among these legions who like to snatch military food, Northanwick's Second Legion is the most prominent,

He is an elite force second only to the First Army. In this attack, he suffered heavy losses. Most of the generals under his command are also unruly people.

Before Northanwick became the commander of the legion, most of these grumpy generals were the thorns in the legion, because the fourth legion was completely annihilated in Stromonidor. In order to fill the vacancies of the four praetorian guards, The Nord Military Ministry unified the thorns of these legions under one legion, and appointed the Kyoto dude North Anvik, who was known for his cold personality, as the legion commander.

As a general has, so does his subordinates. It can be seen from the rampant robbery of food under his command that Northanwick is not a good person. In several coordination meetings convened by the Ministry of Military Affairs,

Facing the party whose food was robbed, Northanvik dared to stand up directly and said with disdain, "If you want to take back the things that were robbed, you are still not a Nord!" Often the other party I will faint from the anger of this sentence. I have seen shameless people, but I have never seen such shameless people. Moreover, the person who said this sentence is still a man who is even more beautiful than a woman.

Later, more and more people were robbed, and everyone came to the consensus that the Second Legion were all bastards, but the most bastard was Northanvik. He was such a bad guy that even His Majesty Yagrork shook his head. Guy, why do you think this guy's sister is His Majesty's favorite princess?

In the dark night, some figures hidden in the trees moved forward carefully. Looking at the bonfires all over the mountain wall in the distance, these people's eyes began to become excited.

"It's our army, look! That's the battle flag of our Nords!" A leading black figure whispered excitedly. Following his fingers, everyone saw a flag embroidered with a Nord-style battle axe. The flag flutters in the night wind,

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