Realm of Power

Seeing that the overall situation was decided, Frye Squadron sent three maneuverable Dragon Tooth warships to split the waves and rush into the waters full of floating Obarro pirates. Among them, the No. 15 Dragon Tooth warship was one of them.

"Is there anyone alive down there? Whoever can answer the question will save him."

Standing on the side of the Dragon Tooth Ship, countless sailors shouted at the Obarro pirates who were shouting in the darkness below. These pirates with bandanas on their heads were like being raped. The water-soaked dumplings rise and fall in the deep blue waves,

"It seems that no one can survive." A young sailor from the Falcon Empire turned pale and complained to the old sailor next to him. "If none of these guys can speak our language, then we can only look at them." "Died"

"You are still too young. They are pirates." The old sailor pointed to a broken mast floating on the sea. There were obviously several pale skeletons tied to the top of the mast. He responded angrily, "I know that is What? If we are the ones being sunk now , I'm afraid we won't even have the luck to drown. They will use ropes to help us on the mast and let us be eaten alive by seabirds. They will peck a little bit a day and it will take more than a month to eat them all, because pirates People believe that seabirds are messengers of the sea god, which will protect them and bring good luck."

"It's too cruel." Looking at the dazzling white bones tied to the mast, the young sailor's face became even more ugly. He did not expect that there would be such a cruel existence in this world. He was just a fisherman from an offshore fishing village. We have seen such a formation there, because the Frye fleet suffered heavy losses in the battle with the Nord Navy, and one-third of the sailors were added later.

"Save Me 9 Literature

. . save me. . . I'm still alive." A voice in Ikadiva's spoken language came intermittently from the pirate group floating on the sea. A nearest Dragon Tooth ship stopped near the voice.

"That's him, fish him up." The captain of the Dragon Tooth Ship stared at a slightly fat middle-aged man. The man shouting in Ikadiva was him, and his hair that was wet with water was almost hidden. Most of his face. The whole body floated up and down with the waves. A rope was thrown from the Dragon Tooth Ship. A bearded pirate next to him grabbed the rope before the middle-aged man.

"Whoosh" Several rapid white lines shot down from the side of the ship, puff puff puff. With the dull sound of a burst of arrows being shot, the bearded man who thought he had snatched a chance of life shook his body, released his hand from the rope, and his body sank into the bottomless sea water.

"Save me, don't kill me, don't kill me." The middle-aged man was frightened by the situation and shouted repeatedly. Finally, under the order of the sailor on the ship, he tied the rope around his waist. The whole body is hanging on the rope

"Pull him up." Captain Longya waved his hand and ordered the sailors to pull the middle-aged man up together.

"Commander, the Dragon Tooth Ship No. 13 sent back the semaphore and found a target that agreed with the request." An excited voice came from the flagship's lookout post.

Soon, the pirate who could speak Ikadiva was sent to the flagship Frye.

"Your name? Why do you speak Ikadiva? And your identity among the pirates. If you tell a lie, I will cut you with this knife." Fry came to him leisurely. , half squatting down. He was playing with a cold-sharp dagger in his hand and looking ferociously at the trembling Obaro pirate in front of him. He didn't look like a commander of the Imperial Navy at all.

Seeing the sword flashing in Frye's hand, almost cutting himself several times, the fat middle-aged man turned pale with fright. He sat down on the deck and said tremblingly, "No, don't kill." I, I can speak Ikadiwa. It’s because I am an Ikadiwa. I am a baron from the Slan Territory in the north of Dorok. I came here because of a shipwreck at sea."

"Do you know the consequences of lying? I heard that the best way to test whether a person is lying is to tie him to the top of the mast. If he is still alive after three days, it will prove that the person is innocent." Fry stared at A middle-aged man who swears by his words. Suddenly he said coldly

Fry was a pirate, and he knew the character of a pirate very well. Although the middle-aged man in front of him looked embarrassed, his skeletal eyes and his white skin, which were obviously not weathered for many years, showed that this guy was definitely He won't be an ordinary pirate, or at least not a low-level sailor.

"No, I'm really not a pirate..." The middle-aged man was so frightened that he almost cried. "To be honest, I am indeed Baron Scrakl from Dorok, but not from the north, but from the north." Mo'ao in the central part, I just saw that you are the Falcon Navy, so I pretended to be from the northern region. I think you will not make it too difficult for me because you are all subordinates of the Falcon Empire. Who knows what I will encounter? A person like your Excellency"

"Actually, we Mo'ao people discovered this secret sea route 50 years ago, and our merchant ships will come every few months. I came with the merchant ship that came last time, but I encountered pirates. "Everyone else was killed. Only I have the status of a baron. The pirates thought I had a ransom, so they left me behind." The middle-aged man responded with a fearful look.

"So, you are indeed not a pirate?" Frye's face was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes suddenly sharpened. It turned out that someone had already explored this sea route. This was really an unexpected gain.

"I'm really not a pirate. I hate them. Several of my servants were killed by them, and my son is still imprisoned on their island." Thrarker suddenly knelt down in front of Frye and burst into tears. It's sad to cry, and it makes a vicious person like Fry feel a little embarrassed.

"If you were asked to lead the way, would you be able to find their lair?" Frye asked seriously.

"No problem, it's not the first time I've traveled this sea route." Baron Slarker stood up excitedly, pointed to the northwest corner with his hand, the direction where the pirate ship first appeared, and said, "The pirate's lair is about 15 nautical miles ahead. At a corner, there is not an isolated island, but a market. In fact, these are not pirates, but are sent by the local lords to rob the caravans. I believe that the boat that escaped back is still on the way. We are completely You can get ahead”

"market"

Schlaker's words cheered Fry up again, and he couldn't bear to pretend anymore. God bless him. Finally seeing real land, after asking about the market situation, Fry ordered the fleet to set off to the northwest.

This time, two squadrons of heavily armed soldiers accompanied the fleet. This is more than enough for a small territory with only about 1,000 troops as mentioned by Slacker, and the number of pirates who just fell into the sea was seven or eight hundred. In other words, the number of troops still in the lair is insufficient. three hundred people

This is the best opportunity to seize a port, with this thought. The sails of Frye's fleet were in full swing. An hour later, the distant coastline was already in sight.

"Raise the assault flag and order the fleet to attack with all strength." Fry stood on the bow of his flagship again, looking at the increasingly clear docks and ships, with a ferocious laugh from the corner of his mouth.

Rumble…

A small fishing boat wandering outside the port was directly knocked over by a Dragon Tooth ship from the front. The eight fastest Dragon Tooth ships rushed into the herd like tigers. The ships in the port had no idea that these enemies were coming from Where did it come from? It was already knocked around and turned into a mess. At this time. The Obaro people saw countless baffles lowered from the sides of these strange-shaped warships, and a group of heavy infantry in black armor rushed to the port with murderous intent.

The defense of the port was quickly activated. A group of lancers wearing white robes rushed out from the castle on the hill behind the port. There were about a hundred of these lancers. They were wearing leather mail armor and had long spears in their hands. It's not entirely made of fine iron, but a long wooden handle covered with iron spikes.

"What's this?" Fry put down the telescope in his hand and grinned from the corner of his mouth to his ears. These Obaros are so funny. What's the use of such cavalry? Even if they are short of iron. You shouldn't cut corners to this extent, right?

As if he knew what the ferocious-looking naval commander was laughing at, the Baron Schlaker who had just been rescued gritted his teeth and said, "That is the white knight of the local lord. In the continent of Oubaluo, he is just a small lord. He is Those who are not qualified to possess iron weapons need at least one city to be qualified to use iron weapons, so this lord tried his best to rob the passing caravans to develop his town."

While the two were talking, the massacre in the town also began. Hundreds of light knights in white rushed down the mountain road. As soon as they rushed into the port, they ran into the spear formation of the Falcon heavy infantry.

"Bah, bang, bang!" Countless steel spears pierced the leather armor of the white cavalry almost effortlessly, causing them to fall off their horses like a torn wall of blood.

Salander Island, Suxin City,

In Fatty's eyes, the city in front of him is simply a ruin. According to Salander's official information, Suxin City is one of the three most prosperous cities in the south of Salander.

It once had more than 30,000 large and small buildings, from the most majestic temple observatory to a dense row of beautiful private houses. The permanent population living in this city alone is 200,000.

The prosperous trade and magnificent port are the prosperous metropolis that the Salanders are proud of, but what Fatty sees now is completely different. This is a dead city.

After the baptism of war and the brutality of the Normans, this metropolis, once known as the Pearl of the South, now has one-third of its buildings completely destroyed in the war.

In front of Fatty's eyes, centered on the city's cross central street, all that was left were shocking, lifeless-looking black ruins. At a glance, the originally majestic and solemn bustling city had already turned into blackened bricks. and stone wall monuments, collapsed rubble blocked the road, and the streets on both sides were riddled with holes. A gust of wind blew, and the whole city was filled with misfortune. The sound of wind whistling through the ruins was heard. Like the cries of countless dead souls,

"Is this the city where the massacre took place?" The fat man turned around and asked with a solemn expression.

"Yes, because of its prosperity, it suffered the most severe sufferings." The beautiful Grand Duke Nile was riding on a white war horse, with a little water shining in her beautiful eyes.

She stretched out her white and tender fingers and pointed in the direction of the city wall, and said angrily to the fat man, "In the massacre by the Normans, more than 100,000 people from Suxin City were massacred, and more than 20,000 people were massacred." Salander warriors were also brutally buried alive in the four corners of the city, so this city is also known as the City of 100,000 Undead. No one dares to move around even during the day."

"It's indeed a bit too desolate." The fat man nodded on his horse and walked into the central area of ​​Suxin City, which almost collapsed into ruins, accompanied by a group of Falcon Guards cavalry. He came here not just to express emotion. This time I put down my domestic affairs and came to Salander because as the war in the south progresses, there are more and more unstable intelligence coming from the south.

Something. Only when you come to the scene in person can you know how serious the situation here is. As Fatty can see now, in these crumbling ruins, there are countless figures scurrying around like groundhogs.

They shuttled through every small gap like ghosts, and some of them looked covetously, like wild beasts, which made Fatty feel very uncomfortable.

If it weren't for the protection of the Guards Cavalry, Fatty would be sure that these people were hiding. They must jump out and attack people passing by. Such situations are no longer rare on the way to the south. Hundreds of thousands of refugees who cannot be resettled are wandering near the burned cities along the way, although most of them are not aggressive. , but occasionally we encounter robberies.

"Your Majesty, please forgive me. These people are all survivors of the massacre. They have suffered tremendously. Many of their relatives died in the massacre. So they are very repulsive to outsiders." Nilai saw the fat man's face. The displeased look on his face couldn't help but change, and she could feel the anger in the fat man's heart.

He quickly explained in embarrassment, "These people survived because the Normans were trying to bury the mountains of corpses in the city. They were sent as slaves by the Normans to build roads and build city walls. When they heard that the Falcon Army was moving south, the Normans in custody Everyone was scared away, so these people have nowhere to go for the time being. They can only wander among these ruins like ghosts. This is their home, and they don’t know where to go except here."

"Is this situation serious in the entire south?" Fatty listened to Nilai's explanation. His face became more and more gloomy, and he was silent for a while before suddenly raising his head and asking

"Your Majesty is right. Even if they are rescued, southerners like this will never return home. There are about 500,000 people still stranded in the ruins."

Nilai sighed on her beautiful face. A trace of sadness flashed across his face. "There are some things that I only knew when I came to the south. In order to facilitate control, the brutal Normans burned down most of the cities where the southerners lived, and concentrated millions of people in in several big cities, but they just treat the southerners as slaves to bully at will, and don't care about their life or death at all.

Last winter alone, because the Normans took away most of the food, more than 200,000 southerners froze to death. I heard that in one city, almost everyone died of starvation, and there were more than 100,000 old, weak, sick and disabled people. , the Normans also drove them into the mountains and forests on the pretext of wasting food, leaving them to fend for themselves."

"What should I do to save this disaster-ridden land?"

Listening to the various tragic situations described by Nilai, the fat man couldn't help but sigh. The hateful eyes in the desolate scene around him lingered in his mind.

The fat man raised his head and looked at the city wall covered with wormwood as tall as a man in the distance, and said solemnly, "I have issued a notice allowing southerners to migrate to the central part of the country. The Kyoto area in the central part of the country lost a lot of people in the war last year. The previous part moved to the northern region. Now many cities and land are empty, which can be used to resettle these southerners who occupied the area. As long as the southerners are willing to move, the empire will give each person a resettlement fee of one gold coin.

But the effect is not very satisfactory. Southerners would rather wander in these desolate ruins than go to live in new areas. I have issued migration notices several times but have no big effect. It is really a headache."

"So you sent the mentor here, right?" Nilai glared at the fat man with some confusion. The fat man said with an embarrassed smile, "You really can't blame me. I originally wanted to select a candidate from the Sky Temple in the north. Yes, but the instructor insists, and I can't help it. But it doesn't matter if the instructor is here, she, the high priest of the Sky Temple, can stabilize the floating people's hearts, and can also be your companion, so as not to make you look bad in the south. alone"

"I misunderstood Your Majesty. I just made the instructor more tired and worried." Nilai lowered her head with a slightly red face. At that moment, under those seductive eyebrows, a layer of ambiguity appeared out of thin air.

In the afternoon, Fatty inspected the war preparations along the front line where the Southern Army currently stopped, accompanied by the Southern Governor Statunko. Several Southern Army generals accompanied him. The Southern Army has always been pampered and has been stationed in the South for several years. Although the equipment is well-equipped, it lacks the tempering of war, so the fat man handed over Salander's war affairs to the Southern Army.

Now it seems that the effect is not bad. After the Battle of Salander Kyoto and a series of battles with the Normans, the Southern Army, which was originally a little fatter, quickly showed an elite style. After all, it started with the Fat Man. The troops fought successively and victoriously, which frightened the Normans. The area they passed along the way had a tight defense line for more than ten miles, and the camps were lined with spears.

"If I order you to launch an attack now, how long will it take to annihilate the remaining Normans in the south of Salander?" The fat man stood on his horse on a slope and stared at the mountains in the distance.

"In the past, my subordinates would have said that it would take half a month, but now that His Majesty is visiting the battle line in person, His Majesty's reputation will surely inspire the whole army and tens of thousands of people to fight for the lead. I believe that ten days will be enough," Statunko said with a respectful expression. responded,

"Your Majesty, urgent report from the Navy Department." At this time, a guard cavalry galloped to the fat man and knelt on one knee.