Realm of Power

"Rod Palace is not that good, either." The fat man was riding on a horse, surrounded by a group of generals of the Falcon Dynasty. He squinted at the majestic buildings with thick smoke in front of him, and clapped his palms with his riding crop. His eyes seemed a little absent-minded, and the generals behind him also stopped their horses.

"Your Majesty, please enter the palace." Hu Keqili rode a horse from the front, stopped in front of the fat man, and reported loudly with a respectful expression,

Behind him, the white palace gate made of marble has been occupied by the Falcon Guards Cavalry. Thousands of cavalry wearing black armor stretched along both sides of the central road of the palace, their sabers drooping and flashing like snow. Like a luster, reflected in the evening sunset

In the evening, the Rode Palace looked a bit desolate in the afterglow of the setting sun. The twenty-meter-high bright red exterior wall left large shadows behind the setting sun. The somewhat dark city wall showed deep gaps from time to time. , seems to be smashed by huge rocks, these gaps are silently telling the unknown scenes of storms that happened in the hundreds of years since the founding of Rode. Now, the gate of this century-old Kyoto is already in front of the Falcon Army. Open

To be fair, the palace in front of you can be said to be quite gorgeous. In front of it is a hundred-meter-wide emerald green tree lawn, like golden turquoise flowers, extending into the distance along the towering mountains. The entire palace is illuminated by the late autumn sunshine. It looks hazy in the middle, and you can vaguely see the pointed roof exposed inside the gate.

With round statues, white marble carvings, and wide and straight main roads, even the Nords, who lacked artistic sense, had enough time to build the palace in front of them magnificently in hundreds of years. This place was once filled with Luxurious Kyoto with all kinds of drunkenness and revelry,

What a beautiful palace! The generals looked very excited as they looked at the palace shrouded in the sunset.

"The palace, the palace of the Rode people," the general said to himself in a low voice with his eyes shining. {

Updates uploaded by friends} (1_1) Even though a corner was burned down by fire and fierce wars, and the majestic and wide palace walls blocked most of the sight, the meaning of this building was enough to bring everyone an unconcealable feeling. Excited.

This is the last Kyoto in the central and southern part of the Ikadiva continent. Conquering her will mark the reunification of the central and southern regions that have been in turmoil for hundreds of years by their own powerful lord. This is the beginning of a glorious era, enough to make anyone The generals of the Falcon Dynasty in this era are proud of it. Occupying it will be the highest honor for a warrior.

"Everyone, let's go in and take a rest." The fat man could hear the heavy sighs of the generals coming from behind him. He raised the whip in his hand, and the war horse turned into a swift shadow and rushed into the gate of King Luode's palace.

In mid-November, after nearly 70 days of strategic advance, the Falcon Army, at the cost of more than 50,000 casualties, used a two-pronged pincer attack to gain dominance in the war against the Lods. Successfully achieved his strategic goal of capturing Rode Kyoto, and in order to quickly control other areas of the Rode Kingdom,

Fatty ordered the two cavalry regiments of the Falcon Central Army. Coupled with the nearly 20,000 light cavalry mobilized from the West Kugit grasslands, plus the two local flag regiments in the southern region, there are a total of nearly 35,000 light cavalry and 15,000 infantry. , quickly go south along the road leading to the south from Rotoku Kyoto,

The Rohde region, which had lost its main force, almost chose to surrender without any resistance. In fact, they also lacked the troops to resist, because the famine in the south had left most of the area desolate, and the impact of hungry people and refugees almost destroyed the local area. of lordship,

When the falcon army came south with a large number of black wheat. The hungry Lod refugees happily accepted the change of name, especially after learning that they could get their own land.

In December, Vecia Falcon issued the "Falcon Declaration". On the basis of promising to ensure that the rights of the Lod people are equal to those of other ethnic groups, it announced the establishment of a marriage with the successor of the Lod royal family, Aghelon, and a series of benefits. driven by the news. The domestic situation in Germany, which had been turbulent for a year, was quickly calmed down, and a large number of refugees began to return home from the direction of Kyoto.

In their minds, the war is over, over forever, and they can now live peacefully. The Rode Crown Prince Yaglolida, who was besieged in Herusberg, after learning the news of the fall of Kyoto, stayed behind. He wrote a confession in the next letter, and then committed suicide by drinking poison in his bedroom.

The 30,000-strong German remnant army he left behind, after several attempts to break through without hope and knowing that they had been pardoned by His Majesty the Falcon, happily surrendered to the Falcon Dynasty army surrounding Herusburg and stationed themselves in the southern part of Roder. The Fourth Local Army and the July Crimson Army also chose to change their flags and swear allegiance to the Falcon Dynasty when tens of thousands of Falcon cavalry troops pressed on the border.

In January of the following year, while the gurgling water was still flowing under the ice, under the advice of everyone, Fatty accepted the proposal to declare himself the Falcon Empire, established his capital in Palaven, the thousand-year center of the mainland, and placed the Falcon Empire under the ice. The eagle war flag was established as the imperial flag, and the white thorn flower was the national flag. On the land of this thousand-year-old imperial capital, the history of its legendary empire began.

Falcon Empire of Kyoto, Palavon

The cold raindrops in January fell patteringly on the street, splashing white water splashes that looked like petals under the dim light. The drizzle accompanied by the cold wind hit the windows of the houses, making a crackling sound. Although it was not very loud, it was enough to disturb the good dreams of Kyoto citizens.

"Pah" The accumulated water on the street was crushed by a speeding wheel and splashed onto the road foundation next to it. This year's winter came quickly. The temperature in January had dropped to the point where it could freeze. The cold brought a lot of trouble to the lives of residents, but no one had the extra time to complain about it.

Since the establishment of the Falcon Empire's capital, Paraven, in just over half a month, in the suburbs of this metropolis that has experienced a thousand years of wind and rain and witnessed countless dynasties, the Imperial Affairs Department has recruited one-third of the manpower in Kyoto and has been fully expanding the territory of the imperial capital. Three large markets have been built on the original basis, and the old ports have been rebuilt. The goods mobilized from these ports every day show the infinite vitality of this new Kyoto of the empire.

A carriage drove heavily through the bustling street hung with lanterns, and the horse's hooves splashed cold water. The wheels slowly rolled through the puddles, also splashing radioactive water.

The coachman was wearing a thick cotton coat. Although his face was pale and his body was curled up and shivering, he kept waving the whip and adjusting the direction of the carriage to accelerate forward.

Although it was late at night, the streets were not deserted. Many shops opened very early. The carriages loading and unloading goods parked by the roadside, and the lights hung to illuminate the direction of the carriages.

A team of imperial patrol cavalry responsible for maintaining order also saw the carriage speeding on the business road. They saw the Falcon Military Affairs Department logo on the carriage, but did not come up to check. They just secretly guessed whether the Imperial Affairs Department, which had just been quiet for half a year, was planning something again.

"Is there any new intelligence in the south?"

In the majestic new hall of the Imperial Affairs Department, the fat man was wearing a black windbreaker that wrapped his body tightly. He put his hands behind his back and raised his head, staring at the large map of the empire hanging on the wall in front of him like a knife. The five fingers of his right hand were tightly clenched, and there was a chill on his body.