Power and Empire Chapter 369: Tear (1)
Master Mao Mo. Regarding this war, we need to make a decision with the local snow-capped mountains. Please forgive me. Seeing all the lords leave. The thirty-something snow made the lord stand up too,
Only a few followers of the Mammoth family are left in the hall, standing behind Mammoravente, they are the commanders of the Mammo family’s army,
, "Father me.
Mao Moravente blushed. I did not expect that the first small decision I made would encounter such a "cold field"
"No explanation needed". Mao Modain waved his hand and said solemnly, "You are still young, you have to know that as a leader. Any decision you make will no longer represent you alone, since the war has exploded! Whether it is winning or winning . You must finish this war! Stand up your chest. Our Mammoth family has no room for retreat! To become the leader of the West, war is a subject you must learn!"
"Yes, father! I know what to do!" Maamo Lavant nodded firmly. Sweeping away the hesitation and dazedness just now, in the heart of Mao Mo Lavente, his father Mo Mo Da Yin is a god. With the support of his father Mao Modain, this war is not completely without the power of a war
Maomo Lavante turned to the next few families and replied, "I believe you all heard it. This war is related to the family and the entire west! No matter who the opponent is, we must fight!"
"Master, please give me an order." A tall defender with a firm face
"Okay! Worthy of being a soldier of my Mammoth family!" Mammoravente patted his thick shoulder with an excited expression." The western terrain is complicated and the Samor army needs time to adjust, I believe it will not advance soon Go to Womit, Lunkutai in the center of the wasteland. You immediately lead the Maomo First Banner into Womit and cooperate with the local Ferenhai family to build a line of defense!"
Mao Mo Lavente pointed to another follower, "Narifit, you lead the Maomo Second Banner to hold on to the wasteland fortress Lemphitte Castle! Moravente's voice paused, and suddenly his voice increased. Dao. I will personally lead the Mammoth Cavalry and Banner Corps to support you. Since Samor propagates that it will fight Saran City within ten days, then we will tell them in the way of Westerners, this is wishful thinking!"
"Sure victory! Sure victory!" Affected by Mao Mo Lavente's enthusiastic expression, more than a dozen Mao Mo families raised their hands and shouted.
"I'm tired, I'll leave it to you here." Momodain looked at the son in front of him and the new generation of Momo who grew up behind him and nodded cautiously. Fortunately, this kid is not too bad, at least he knows how to inspire people! , Maomada deserves to be a generation of heroes who pioneered the West on his own.
In the face of an unfavorable situation, only a few words aroused the confidence and will of the new generation of the Maomo family
Mao Modain walked into the side door of the hall with the help of several servants. The old butler followed up from behind and whispered in Mao Modain’s ear with confusion, "My lord, why don’t we help these? Young people" Actually, we have not reached the point where we need a war with Samer. As long as we immediately send an envoy to explain, I believe there is still room for reversal! "
Mao Modain looked at the old housekeeper with muddy eyes, was silent for a while, shook his head and said, "Old Faith, you have to know that as a leader, Lavente must learn what compromise is, although sometimes, This is more unbearable than defeat!"
"My lord, are you really going to hand over the family to Master Lavante?" The old butler's face changed and suddenly asked, "To be honest, Master Lavante is forty years old. He is still so impulsive. Under his guidance, the family may have troubles."
"Hehe. There is no permanent family in the world! You follow me from the south. Haven't these been seen through!" Maomada smiled calmly. "My Maoma family has a lot of men, but Most of them are mediocre people with no ambitions. Although Lavante is impulsive and full of expansionary speech, it is what my Maomao family needs most now.
Now the west is no longer the barren and peaceful west sixty years ago when you followed me. You should have seen the meeting just now. The Maomo family's cultivation policy needs to be adjusted!
"Yes, master!" The old housekeeper lowered his head sadly, his eyes flashed with complicated and unspeakable
"The ego sees tactics and ambitions spreading in this quiet land. The relationship between the snow-capped mountain area and the wasteland area has further deteriorated! This may ruin the west!"
Mao Moda sighed because the corners of his mouth moved, "You are right, the seven colored leaves of the snow mountain are swelling rapidly. It is said that they have secretly signed a covenant. Sooner or later, the lord of the snow mountain will touch the lords of the wasteland. The benefit of the civil war! The West will lose its strength. It will become the prey of other forces,
This is also the reason why I finally made up my mind to let go. A lord with no ambition will never have the opportunity to touch the brilliant aura, without a strong beating heart, sooner or later the Maomo family will become the prey of others! Lavente's ambition can provide motivation for the family. Instead of letting it do nothing, "heart. It's better to loosen the rope. Let it spread its wings and fly!" Mountain.
"Yes...Yes. What if the family is defeated?" The old butler looked hesitant, and finally mustered up the courage to say this forbidden word
"Falled? Haha, it's not in case! It's for certain" Maomada's expression was dull, her skinny fingers gripped the scepter and trembled, as if she was saying these words with the strength of her whole body,
Looking sharply at Old Faith said, "But we don’t need to worry about this at all! Samor’s enemy is not us! The west doesn’t make much sense to Samor, as you can see from the letter he sent to me. , All they need is the western passage!"
"Passage?" The old butler said with a stunned expression, "The west is backed by the Snowy Mountains and the Kujit Wasteland to the north. Is it possible that Samer is going to attack the Kujites!"
"That may be true! Old Faith! Don't forget, the Western Wasteland is the scope of the Zuowei tribe." Mao Moda grinned with a dry mouth. Those who know him know that this old man is smiling
"Kujit Zuowei and Samor are old enemies! If Lavento really loses, we will give Samor the right of passage, which may be a good thing for us in the west!"
"Good thing?" Old Faith's eyes were round, and he seriously doubted whether his old master had some hypocrisy
Mao Modain raised his head and stared at a window on the roof with turbid eyes. The golden sunlight shone from above, forming a hazy beam of light. Numerous dusts were like spirits dancing up and down, moving up and down in the beam of light. Let's move a ship.... Make a book; a different kind of body picking up!
"Have you seen the dust!" Maomadain pointed to the light spot in the beam of light, turned around, and said very meaningfully
"The future is like these dust, always ups and downs in the light beam of history! The future of the west is also the same. Samor must open up the western passageway to find a business road to the north. This is the future of the west!
"No way! The Zuowei tribe that controls the Western Wastes will not let go of the Samor caravan!" The old butler said with a serious face, "Unless Samor is going to war with the Zuowei tribe again!"
"You’re right!" Maomadain nodded and said, "So Samer won’t embarrass us Maoma family because he still needs our place! In fact, I have already received from Kugit Letter from the Royal Court. For Samor’s western battle, I have already prepared people for it. I want this war to be the best opportunity for the Maamo family to enter the core of Samor’s power!"
Northwest of Hutak
The early morning fog filled the earth, and the white confusion made the western wilderness a little desolate. I don't know if it was because the leaves were washed away. The forest after the broken snow became greener. The golden morning light shone through the leaves, appearing hazy and beautiful. A world like a fairy tale
The fat man opened the window of his bedroom in Hutarencu City, and the fresh morning air was blowing in, and the coolness of the morning breeze was mixed in it. There was no cloud in the blue sky, and the hot sun sprinkled on the earth with enthusiasm like flames. The fat man took the lock armor from the guard,
"Grand Duke! Saran City Emergency!" A Samor guard pushed open the door, holding a dusty letter in his hand. It seemed that the messenger ran for at least two consecutive nights, so hurriedly Circumstances caused the fat man to frown slightly, with an unclear premonition in his heart,
The fat man opened the letter with a solemn expression, his face getting heavier and heavier, after a while, the fat man raised his head and looked at the wasteland outside through the window for a long time, then turned to the guard behind him and said, "Send someone to inform on the border. The trained troops, the war broke out! Implement the tearing plan!"
Hundreds of horses galloping on the wasteland~IndoMTL.com~The gray ground spreads under the hoofs of the flying horses. The black cavalry is like a herd of antelopes migrating to the mainland, rolling up a cloud of dust.
"The whole team stop!" The leading Samor cavalry captain waved his hand, stopped his horse at an intersection, and ordered the guards and cavalry behind him
"Alan Fei team! You go to Ventuko City, Nuremto team. You go to Sataris City! Remember, no matter what happens, you must rush back here in the evening to meet! If you don’t come back, do Report to the Legion Headquarters for the treatment of the war dead!"
"Yes!" The Samor cavalry nodded in response, and quickly divided into three teams, one team was stationed at the intersection of Shili, and the other two teams ran to the target separately!
After receiving the letter sent back by Hu Keqili with a fast horse, the six main Samor flag regiments stationed at the western border of 50,000, crossed the western border in the evening, and were provided by the Jones family. Under the guidance of the guide, he occupied the three bordering areas of the western boundary line overnight,
Then the soldiers were divided into three groups and plunged into the abdomen of the Western Union like a sharp blade into the Womit Wasteland. In order to minimize resistance, the Fatty decided to adopt a policy of hitting and pulling against the lords in the western hinterland. He used heavy troops to suppress the border, and secretly sent envoys to persuade these weak lords to surrender.