Realm of Power

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The sky in the Anruode area was still so gloomy, as if it was going to rain, but it never rained. The air was hot and humid, as if it was about to squeeze out water.

It seems that the tense atmosphere on the front line is still felt, the sky seems darker, and there is a feeling that the storm is about to come.

Suddenly a gust of wind blew, and the strong wind rolled up all the dead branches and leaves on the land into the sky, and then threw them down fiercely, shrouding the world in desolation.

The battle flag was fluttering. The flying falcon battle flag fluttered on the ruined city wall, making a rustling sound in the wind. The once closed city gate had been opened wide, and the entire team of black-armored infantry poured into the open city like a river. Door, several long queues are gathering in this direction

"This is An Ruode, which is unbreakable for thousands of years!"

A flag commander of the Falcon Army stopped his horse in front of the city gate with a complicated expression. When he saw the queue of the flag regiment in front of him disappearing at the city gate, he raised the whip in his hand and waved to those who were lined up behind him, waiting to enter the city gate. The men shouted "Enter the city!"

Countless towering spears were like a forest, pouring white into the city road. This was Varisien's legion. Just when the Seventh Army and 20,000 Kujit cavalry were trying their best to kill them, they had already The Varisian Legion, which had been waiting outside the city gate for a long time, took the opportunity to attack the defense line with less than 3,000 defenders.

Because the defense length of this section of the city wall reaches 4 kilometers, in front of the 50 squares of the Falcon Army with spread wings, the weak 3,000 Nord troops have no density at all. It is too long. The defense section, the thin troops, and the fierce sounds of fighting coming from the camp made them subconsciously concentrate their troops on a few points, which happened to expose their weakness of insufficient troops.

"Come on!"

2,000 commandos selected from the Varisian Legion were the first to approach the city wall. They held large iron shields as tall as a man in their hands and wore heavy armor. They completely ignored the scattered fire from the top of the city. Clusters of arrows and teams lined up to climb up the makeshift siege ladder,

At this time, the most ridiculous scene in this battle happened. Looking at the darkness below the city, the falcon army climbed all over the city wall like ants. Instead of resisting vigorously, the defenders above said something like, "Oh my God, "Run for your life!" and other panicked sounds, thousands of troops were in chaos without fighting.

The various panicked shouts almost startled the Falcon siege soldiers who were climbing the city ladder. Because of the spoken language, they didn't know what the Nords above were shouting, but they could roughly guess it. He was probably shouting some routine commands like "shoot, throw rocks", etc.

"Put your shield up and pay attention to the city wall." The siege soldiers were in a daze and could only quickly grasp the stair shelf in front of them with one hand while raising the heavy shield in their hands to block their whole bodies.

The walls of Anruode are generally more than 5 meters high. Even if a stone is thrown down, it will be enough to hit a person on the head. Moreover, based on previous experience, the Anruode defense line has sufficient supplies. This is a line that has been built for decades. At the defense line, the siege soldiers were ready for a deadly battle. They climbed up inch by inch.

But after waiting for a full minute, there was nothing. It seemed that the enemy above was shouting, and even shooting arrows seemed weak.

"Assault!" The first siege soldier who climbed up the city wall shouted and climbed over the battlements. He stared blankly at the empty city road in front of him. Not to mention the swarms of enemies in the past, not even an ant could be seen. ,

"Have the Nords escaped?" This was a siege that was meant to be funny. The Nord soldiers, who always fight to the death, didn't even hold on.

Later, through interrogation of the captured prisoners, it was discovered that the 3,000 people left on the city wall were soldiers of the Fifth Squadron of the Seventh Army. This squadron was a well-known mixed-qualification squadron in the Seventh Army.

That is to say, those who come to show off their meritorious service and seniority are arranged in this squadron. On the one hand, it can be easier to manage, and on the other hand, because these soldiers are just here to show off, they should not be left behind in hard work such as fighting. head, so in terms of combat effectiveness and combat willpower, it is almost infinitely close to zero, which has led to many squadron leaders refusing to accept such soldiers.

Hartlebon, who was born in Kyoto, has no choice but to accept some of these soldiers. This is only the result of the recent large-scale military expansion. Even the elite Seventh Army cannot avoid this situation. This shows how bad this situation is in Nord. !

The rapid expansion of troops has undoubtedly caused the quality of Nord army soldiers to rapidly decrease. The warrior troops that originally fought to the death have been filled with soldiers composed of ordinary people, including civilians, small nobles, and some idle land scoundrels. , more people were forcibly brought in by the recruitment decree,

You can see this during training, but on the battlefield, how can these veteran soldiers who have never even seen blood meet the requirements of elite soldiers?

It is estimated that the Seventh Army itself also knows that transferring this troops with no combat capability back to support will not only have no positive effect, but may also cause the danger of a collapse of the army and impact on their own troops, so until the end At the critical moment, Hartlebon did not order the squadron to be transferred back.

"What a bargain!" Varisien looked up at the moss-covered walls of Anrode when he passed the city gate.

After hundreds of years of vicissitudes, these original stones that built the city wall are still very strong. On the mottled white stone slabs, you can still vaguely see the indelible traces left by countless fierce battles. The broken wall bricks are as long as waist high. Grass, broken and rusty weapon fragments, one can imagine how many famous generals and warriors have been helpless against this solid defense line for hundreds of years.

But now, I have easily broken through this unbreakable line of defense in everyone's eyes without any effort. It's really ironic to say that,

The strong wind brings a cool breath to the earth. Although the wind blowing across people's cheeks is basically sultry, it can take away more heat after all.

However, no one feels that their hearts have begun to calm down. On the contrary, many people feel that they are even more arrogant and restless inside, as if they are trying to suppress people, which has extremely bad omens.

In the base camp of the Nord army, the Nord crown prince Jaglolida received two news at the same time: the attack on the Seventh Army and the fall of Fort Tichberg, which hit him hard.

"What's the current situation of the Seventh Army?" Yaglolida looked nervously at the messenger who came to report the news. His voice vibrated in the air and took a long time to settle down.

"Thirteen thousand casualties, and the remaining troops are less than 4,000! There is no possibility of fighting again!" The ordering soldier looked so frightened that he didn't even dare to raise his head. He didn't know who among the 4,000 people was. Three thousand men were lost on the city wall. In fact, the Seventh Army did not even have a squadron, so it existed in name only!

"Where's Hartlebon? Is he dead?" Crown Prince Agrolida stood up angrily and angrily asked about the commander of the Seventh Army. With so many casualties, Hartlebon had an unshirkable responsibility. Rolida has already had murderous intentions in his heart, and he wants to kill as a warning to others. At this critical moment, if he cannot frighten the entire army in some way, the morale of the Luode soldiers will be severely damaged.

"Lord Hartlebon has been seriously injured, but his life is not in danger. The headquarters of the Eighth Army is now injured." The messenger replied nervously. Although he did not raise his head, he could feel the anger of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince like a volcanic eruption.

"So, he's not dead yet?"

Even with Yagollida's tolerant character, he was furious at this moment. He cursed Hartlebon's incompetence, "What is he still doing if he loses the Seventh Army?"

"Pah!" He picked up the vase on the table and threw it on the ground with a heavy hand. The fragments splattered, which frightened the attendants around them and turned their faces pale. Agrolida sat down dejectedly.

The recent war was like a nightmare from which one could not wake up. Originally, everything seemed to be stable. Although he was facing the mainland's number one military god, the Vekia Falcon, he was able to cope with it. This made the Crown Prince feel uneasy. give birth to a feeling,

The number one general in the mainland is nothing more than that! Such thoughts pop up like weeds. Thinking of how even a character like the Vecchia Falcon is blocked by him outside the city wall, helpless and helpless,

In the heart of the young crown prince who had just entered the battlefield, as time went by, from being cautious and walking on thin ice at the beginning, he could not help but feel a sense of pride that could not be concealed.

He has already begun to plan that after returning to Beijing victoriously, his reputation will rise to the level that matches his identity. Who dares to say that he became the heir to the throne of the Kingdom of Nord purely by luck, or that he might be able to become the heir to the throne of the Kingdom of Nord? Perhaps he is the leader of the ZTE generation, and a bright future is waiting for him to create!

But everything changed in just a few days. Everything was caused by the damn sneak attack plan. If he had known that this would happen, he should not have listened to the villain's slander. But there is no regret in this world.

First, the Fifth Army he sent was surrounded and annihilated by the Northern Falcon Army in Jankers Town overnight, losing 20,000 people overnight. Then the commander of the Third Army led the army to mutiny, although he did not defect to the opposite side. Falcon Army, but it also reduced its total strength by 30,000 people.

Before he could catch his breath, the Seventh Army, which he relied on as his right-hand arm, was hit hard again. He could feel that the rhythm of the entire battle was completely under the control of his opponent, and his superior army was being chipped away layer by layer. ,

He once heard from Salton that a truly first-class commander has a wonderful rhythm in commanding the war, which is as smooth as flowing water and has clear layers. Under his command, the entire war was like a huge symphony ensemble, and he was the chief conductor of the orchestra. Every tiny tremble of the baton in his hand was like a melodious tune. He could take into account the smallest sound of each instrument. note.

Just like now, it is clear that he has the absolute advantage, but he is suppressed by less than half of the opponent's troops and dare not show his head. Even as soon as they make contact, everything is in chaos.

Countless people were killed and wounded in battle. The most terrifying thing was the blow to the morale of the Nord army. If the Falcon Army could attack the Seventh Army, it would naturally be able to attack other troops as well.

The Nord army, which originally thought it was safe, suddenly discovered that it was no longer safe. The impact of shaking military morale was inevitable.

At least according to reports, the three armies on the right and in the middle have begun to allocate troops from the original frontal defense area to defend the base camp to avoid a situation like the Seventh Army.

The Fifth Army guarding the front line of defense also experienced some problems. Because of the arbitrary behavior of a military judge named Pratigue and the atrocities of trampling wounded soldiers on horseback, half of the soldiers of the Fifth Army refused to go to the city to fight.

They scuffled with the officers of the Military Justice Department who went to drive them away. The large number of soldiers soon gained an overwhelming advantage. More than a dozen of them chased and beat the soldiers of the Military Justice Department, and hundreds of soldiers of the Military Justice Department who went to stop them were injured. More than a dozen,

Now 3,000 soldiers are still surrounding the base camp of the Fifth Army, demanding that the commander of the army immediately hand over the murderer of this atrocity. The stubborn commander of the Fifth Army, Hart Likai, mobilized the guards and formed a guard outside the base camp at zero o'clock. a line of defense,

In just a few days, half of the 150,000-strong army was lost! This battle was so frustrating that the Crown Prince already wanted to vomit blood. He didn’t even know what the enemy’s main force was, and the defenses on the western front had already been destroyed. They fought everything, including sieges, sneak attacks, and rebellions. Except for the Eighth Army, which still maintained its full combat effectiveness, the defense on the Western Front had been completely lost.

"Come here, I want to hold an emergency meeting"

After a while, Yagollida finally suppressed the anger in his heart. Thinking of the messy affairs that could not be sorted out, he stood up from his seat with all his strength, gritted his teeth and spoke to the guard at the door in an aggravated tone. He said, "Everyone must participate, no matter they are injured or surrounded, no one can be absent! Otherwise, military law will be engaged!"

The brilliance of the sun shines down tenaciously from between the clouds, reflecting the late autumn wilderness as if it were covered with a layer of light golden yellow. The leaves of some trees have turned red, and the faint redness makes people feel the bleakness of autumn. The cold wind blew away the sultry heat. As the auxiliary city behind Tihberg Castle, Tihberg City's city wall was not very high to begin with, but it was quite wide and stretched continuously. It was built around the hillside behind the city. There were many soldiers stationed on the city wall.

In the early morning, in the center of the newly conquered city of Tihebog, the morning fog was reflected in the forest-like walls of soldiers and horses emerging in the dawn light. The fat man, wearing a black cloak, walked through the passage in the middle of the gloomy military formation in front of him. In the morning light, the dim swords and armor hunt and flutter the falcon war flag in the morning wind,

"Your Majesty!" Salon and a dozen flag captains first knelt down and saluted.

"Everyone, get up!"

The fat man stepped onto the high platform in front of him. Behind him, the bright red sun was rising on the horizon of the mountains. The fat man's upright figure had already merged into the morning light.

"Long live your Majesty, long live your Majesty!"

The sound of tens of thousands of falcon soldiers shook the earth. In the assembly hall where 30,000 troops gathered, it was so quiet that even the sound of the morning wind could be heard.

The fat man stared at the soldiers in front of him, and felt a surge of blood boiling in his heart. These soldiers in front of him followed him in the north and south, fought thousands of miles, and had a murderous aura condensed from hundreds of battles. Just standing in formation can give people a heavy torment. Pressure, they are the backbone of the Falcons

"Fighters!" Fatty's voice echoed over the empty square. He raised his hand, pointed to the distant horizon in the south, and said in a confident voice, "You have conquered three-quarters of the continent. Now, let's put it down." There are two roads in front of you. One is to follow your legion commander, lead the army to Anold, and join forces with Varisien's legion to attack the Nords' 150,000 troops!"

"One hundred and fifty thousand Nords!"

The Falcon Army soldiers below raised their heads one after another, and their eyes turned red when they looked at the fat man. Just the number of 150,000 was enough to arouse the morale of the entire army.

The Falcon Dynasty founded its country with military exploits. Although the Battle of Fort Tichberg captured important territory and played a key role in the entire campaign, that was only for the adults above, not for ordinary soldiers. That's another story. The defenders, who didn't even have ten thousand people, were defeated by more than two thousand people. The ones who could get the military glory were the first batch of assault troops to enter the fortress.

When most of the soldiers rushed in, the Nord defenders had already collapsed. Everyone had been planning for so long and they didn't even get any meat.

It would be a lie to say that they were unmoved when faced with such a huge piece of meat from the 150,000-strong German army. However, the military orders were overwhelming, and the soldiers still suppressed the excitement in their hearts and stared at His Majesty Falcon on the stage.

The fat man's eyes scanned the commotion of the military columns, his voice paused, and he said word by word with emphasis, "There is another way, that is to go south with my 30,000 Central Army. Together we cross the Boans Mountains and go straight to Novo. The Kyoto of the Germans! If we win this battle, everyone’s military merit will be tripled!"

"Your Majesty wants to take the capital directly?"

Salon below couldn't hide the excitement on his face. Kyoto, when the Kyoto of Wikiia was conquered, Salon stationed on the northern border was still fighting fiercely with the incoming Redian army and missed the battle that was destined to go down in history. , has always been the deepest regret in Salon's heart. When it was Kyoto's turn to attack the Ruidian people, his own legion was directly excluded from the attack sequence due to serious battle damage.

"How I wish I could fight in Kyoto!" Salonna only had one eye left, with fierce flames flashing in his eye.

"Tell me your choice!"

The fat man stared at the 30,000 troops under the stage, his voice soared into the sky, and the gracious discussion below suddenly disappeared.

Everyone's eyes began to look hot. Three times the military merit! The glory of conquering Kyoto! It is an irresistible temptation for any soldier!

"I am willing to go south with your Majesty! Go directly to Nord Kyoto"

Varisien's face turned red with excitement, and he was the first to kneel down at the right time. Now there is only one Kyoto left in the entire continent. If he misses it again, he will really have no chance in this life. He saw the legion commander kneeling down. , all the others knelt down,