Realm of Power

"Seventh and Eighth Army?"

Varisien's eyebrows furrowed slightly, and his eyes searched on the map. The Third Army was the Nord's local army, but the Seventh and Eighth Army were the Nord's forbidden troops stationed near Nord Kyoto. The Seventh Army was composed of 15,000 men and the Eighth Army was composed of 13,000 men. Although the total strength was not as large as that of the local Third Army,

However, most of these troops from Kyoto are composed of fanatical Nord noble soldiers. Their combat effectiveness and equipment are more than one level better than the Third Army. They are the main force of the Nord army and are also accompanying the Nord Crown Prince this time. With his elite family background and mobilizing these two legions at once, it is no wonder that his subordinates would think that the Nords were gathering in large numbers and preparing to launch a main battle.

"Do you think this layout is a bit strange? No matter how you look at it, it feels like these three Nordic legions are restraining each other." While everyone was deep in thought, one of the flag captains groaned unclearly. a sentence

"Oh, why do you say that?" Varisien raised his head and glanced at the flag captain in surprise. There was more than one person who had the same view as him. Everyone felt that the other party's layout was too weird. But I can’t see through it for a while

"Sir, look." Under the eyes of everyone, the flag commander stepped forward and picked up three stones from the grass nearby. He first placed one on the map and said, "This is the third army now. The original position is to the west of the foot of the mountain. It is the key point of guarding the Western Front. It can be advanced or retreated. It can be said to be the throat of the Western Front.

But now, they have moved purposelessly to the northwest at the foot of the mountain at the end of the defense line (so that they form an angle with their backs to the mountains, which is at least 80 miles away from the fighting area, completely out of the possibility of fighting."

He paused with a somewhat proud voice, then placed the remaining two stones on the map and continued, "This is the position of the seventh and eighth armies that were strangely mobilized. They deviated from the original garrison area by a full 30 miles. Normally, Next, the garrison position should be backed by friendly forces, but with its current posture, its position is obviously facing the Third Army that is about to leave.

"Yes, no matter how you look at it, they all look like a busy group of people who came to block the gap." Another flag leader expressed his opinion. He pointed to the two stones on the map and said, "It looks like two gates on one side." Locking the Third Army inside, they were hurriedly arranging things around. Rather than cooperating, they seemed to be threatening the Third Army behind them."

"Haha, coercion, it really sounds like it."

Another older leader of the flag-raising regiment touched his stubble-covered chin, nodded with some understanding, and said with a sneer, "You said that if it is true as you said, the Nords fight among themselves on the Western Front, Then we can relax for a while, I’m really looking forward to it.”

"If that's true, it might be a good opportunity but we need more troops and support." Varisien touched his chin solemnly, stared at the map and said to himself with his eyes shining brightly. How can we open up the western front in one fell swoop? Even if the Anrod defense line is basically exposed on our side, as long as we go around it, we can easily defeat the Nords."

"I'm afraid it's going to be very difficult," said one of the flag captains. Lord Caesar Sauron is stationed in the north of Dorok, and the Western Legion is stationed in the three northern counties. Now, except for the Saron Corps that has been stationary on the border, there is really no one else. The legion has been able to mobilize excess troops, but the headquarters seems to have forgotten about the movements of the Saron Corps.\

,""Your Majesty, you must have other concerns." Varisien sighed. If he didn't have any ideas, it would be a lie. He was fighting for his life here, but Saron over there was at ease. Such a big battle, They didn't even bring in the one-eyed guy, which really doesn't fit in with His Majesty's past style of fighting with all his strength.

He stood up and asked for a pen from his adjutant, quickly wrote down an emergency report, then handed it to the adjutant and ordered, "Send it to the base camp as quickly as possible."

Then he turned around with a serious expression and said to the several flag captains behind him, "Although at present, the Nords have no intention of launching a major offensive, if we don't take any action, I'm afraid we will also become suspicious. The third and fourth flags Regiment, I order you to move to the north of the Western Front and make a tentative attack. I need to know what happened to the Nords on the Western Front."

In the small town where the Falcon Army's base camp is located, a fast horse rushed in from the gate of the town.

"Quick, emergency battle report from the front line." The messenger rolled off his horse, covered with dust, and handed the emergency battle report with a bright paint seal in his hand to the adjutant on duty in the hall.

"Is there a fight on some front line?" The young adjutant immediately stood up and took the battle report. When he saw the valley representing the legion level above, he hesitated for a moment, asked a few words, and immediately turned around and ran up to the second floor because he couldn't run very fast. He was in such a hurry that the eyes of several rows of guards along the road were focused on his hurried body.

The person on duty in the inner room today is Princess Raedian Haroldian. It is early in the morning. She is standing in front of the window in the corridor on the second floor wearing a long aqua dress. The autumn plateau wind blows through the wilderness of southern Palaven.

In the morning mist, the low-hanging grass stems around the town were covered with a layer of hoarfrost, like a huge white carpet, decorating the entire land into a vast white scene, leaving a trace of white frost on the distant horizon. The next beautiful long red thread is like embroidering a simple but exquisite rug edge on the huge carpet of heaven and earth.

"Your Royal Highness, urgent report from the front line"

The adjutant interrupted Harodian's observation with a panting sound. She turned around, her stunning appearance with a bit of sadness that was hard to conceal. She looked at the place on the outside of the report sealed with red wax with surprise. Under normal circumstances, such war reports would be opened by the adjutant first. After all, war reports are not necessarily accurate, and sometimes the adjutant's office is needed to verify the real situation.

"This is from Lord Varision himself. It is top secret, so" the adjutant looked at her carefully and explained in a low voice

"Okay, leave it to me"

Harodian took the war report and pushed open the door behind him. The fat man was discussing something with a group of generals. Seeing Harodian come in, all the generals stood up. One of them was a one-eyed strong man who was particularly conspicuous inside. Harodian knew that this middle-aged man with only one eye was Salon, one of the four legion commanders (to be continued)