Power and Empire Chapter 2189: The Eye of the Storm (14)

"What's the situation?"

The Marquis Harrison was scared into a cold sweat by the sound of killing that came like a rolling thunder. When his guard captain was blown to the head with a mace from a cold man who was as big as a bear, blood mixed with his brain. After exploding his face, the drunkenness of the Marquis Harrison completely turned into a bead of sweat on his forehead. He couldn't figure out, who would think of attacking Little Stone Castle, which is the main retreat of Feshan’s 300,000 people. In terms of strategic location, it is absolutely the top priority, but in another aspect, the main force of 300,000 Feshan only needs one turn around to easily crush the enemy attacking Xiaoshibao! So Xiaoshibao is solid, but the opponent just touched it

"Too many enemies, my lord!" The adjutant desperately pulled the completely shocked Harrison Hou back. The violent melee ability of the cold soldiers defeated the Fei Shan light infantry. Like a sudden explosion of water, Fei Shan’s long sword smashed the armor on the shoulders of the cold soldier, and a dazzling spark slipped out. Three or four stinging guns penetrated the cold soldier’s chest. , The blood shot to the back was stained with blood, but this cold warrior was able to throw out the mace in his hand and smashed the head of the guard captain of the Marquis Harrison. This is simply too sturdy.

"Clang! Clang!" The ringing bell on the fortress tower shook the sky, and several torches were thrown from the top of the city.

"Attention, the archer prepares." Feishan archer raised his bow, and the light of the torch immediately illuminated the innumerable cold warriors on the wall as ants clinging to sugar cubes, Feishan on the fortress tower. The archer didn't know which one to shoot, there were too many enemies, and the archer unclenched the bowstring in a panic. The arrows flew away, seeming to be annihilated in this sea of ​​people

The cold warriors who rushed into the city wall were simply a massacre to the Fei Shan people. Fei Shan's army had only three thousand people. Faced with the raid by tens of thousands of the most elite cold warriors, they didn't even have time to form a queue. The beaten crying father called mother. Waking up from sleepiness. I picked up the weapon and hurried to the city wall. The eyes were full of enemies who didn't know where they came from. Everywhere was the shadow of swords and swords. The enemies were tall and strong like bears in the mountains, and the fierce weapons in their hands were even more invincible and ruthless. Sweep ruthlessly. Even the shield can be smashed to the north, the soldiers behind turned around and fell from a height. There were not many people on the wall.

The weather was cold, and the soldiers were hiding from the fire one by one, and suddenly encountered an attack. There was a reaction from there, and when there was a shudder, when the weapon was picked up, the castle wall had already been controlled by most of it, and it rushed up! Take back the city wall." Marquis Harrison was embarrassed and his eyes flushed. He looked at the subordinates who had been driven down, and lost Little Stone Fort. Whether the army returned to kill these enemies, he was inevitable. I don’t care about safety first. I picked up a knight sword and rushed upwards with the soldiers who had dispersed. The cold soldier’s mace smashed down with blood, and the Feishan soldier was oncoming. It was like two waves colliding head-on, provoking countless splashing waves, and **** sparks from the knives and guns that were fighting! Under the heavy pressure, the cold soldiers fell to the ground, blood and mud under their feet. Three thousand loose guards Xiaoshibao fortress was swooped down by soldiers dozens of times the number of people in the cold. It collapsed when he was a child

"Titicaca" The closed door of the small stone fortress opened from the inside to the outside, Bezukaya drove the horse forward, the cold wind swept across the face, and the blood filled his face.

"Your Royal Highness, our army has already won the target!"

A sturdy cold middle-aged man in heavy armor knelt on one knee on the road at the entrance, and thousands of cold warriors were equally neatly arranged on one knee on both sides from the city gate to the center. , The torch was faint, blew by the night wind, from the doorway, there were corpses all over the floor. It can be seen that the Fei Shan people resisted desperately here, and many cold warriors’ maces were spiked or flesh and blood. Fuzzy, these maces are now laid flat on the ground by the soldiers, and everyone’s face is full of piety

" Patriarch Luxor, please get up. It doesn't need to be like that!" Bezukaya was riding a pure white horse, looking at the middle-aged man with a look of bewilderment, Luxor was cold The leader of the Tirasul tribe is also the only leader of the six cold tribes who came to respond to the empire’s call this time. In terms of identity, the opponent is no worse than himself. In the north, he is also regarded as the hero of a party, thirty thousand cold army. Among them, a total of 6,000 people are Messenger fighters. These are true tribal elites and the backbone of the 30,000 Cold Army.

"My Royal Highness, please take back what I just called." Luxor said with a shrewd look in his eyes, and said with a smile, "Have the Royal Highness forgot, just last month, my Messenger tribe has been included in the agreement of the Besu tribe. Now Luxor is no longer the patriarch, but an elder of the Besu clan. It is right to give this gift to the Palace of the Queen. Thanks to the presence of the Queen, this time, my Messenger Department can enjoy it. Like the Besu tribe, the opportunity to build a city in the northern part of Obaro may be just a word for the royal lady, but for the Messenger tribe, this is by no means inferior and a grace to give the tribe a rebirth!"

"Elder Luxor said seriously, I just did what a Northlander should do. If possible, who doesn’t want his people to live in a peaceful place."

Bezukaya smiled, stepped down from the war horse, and personally helped Luxor up. The inclusion of Luxor’s tribe into the Besu tribe was the most sensational event in the North this year. The Messenger tribe itself is The cold area has a population of more than 90,000, of which 30,000 can be young and strong. Such a force is definitely a powerful force to control one side in the cold area, and the territory of the Messenger tribe can be regarded as close to the north in the cold area. The East Airais in the extremely cold place bordered on the East Airais and were always regarded by the cold people as a barrier against the East Airais. Since the Besu tribe was supported by the empire, their strength has risen sharply, attracting the refuge of many small tribes, but like The Sular is unique, and it is regarded as a sign that the Besu has truly become the first tribe in the cold region. The population of the Besu who has absorbed the Messenger has exceeded 300,000 in one fell swoop, which is almost a fifth of the entire cold region. Three population,

"A place of peace?" Luxor said with a look of excitement. "For those of us who open our eyes and the cold wind of the boundless ice sheet, can there be a place of peace? For the tribal food, we need to fight against the beasts on the ice sheet. , In order for the tribe to survive. We need to fight the enemy, but even so, a large number of people die every winter. If you want peace, you must leave the ice field. I know that the king and daughter are very clear about the purpose of my clan. Yes, I originally thought that the prince would refuse, but the magnanimity of the prince made me admire, not only allowed my clan to have the power to trade inland like the Besu, but also gave one of the three powers to build a city in northern Obaro. From that moment on. My Messenger clan is a loyal subordinate of Her Royal Highness!"

"What did you hear?"

Bezukaya's hands trembled slightly, and her slender, phoenix-eyed eyes flashed deep. What Luxor said was that the Messenger tribe would be loyal to themselves, not loyal to the Besu tribe. Here is the problem in itself, she is the prince and daughter of the Besu tribe. However, with the expansion of the Besu tribe and the continuous absorption of new tribes, the Besu tribe is no longer as unitary as before.

The chiefs of the tribes absorbed will automatically become the elders, and when the princes are away, the affairs of the Besu tribe are decided according to the elders’ agenda. Naturally, problems arise for the benefit of their respective tribes. For example, when leaving this time, the great elder of the Besu tribe hinted at himself. The population of the Besu people is increasing, the influence is increasing, and the affairs are increasing. Just one big elder can no longer control it, so the elders want to set up more affairs elders. To evade the power of the prince. The royal confession of Besukaya is high, but the real power is in the elders

"It's nothing. It's just that some people's methods are really hard to see. If they are fed, they will bite their master's wolf. You should be killed early!" Luxor's face looked a little hideous, and he whispered, "As long as the prince's daughter Your Highness said, I, Sural, are willing to be the forerunner of the queen!"

"The Northland has just made peace, let's wait and see!" Bezukaya sighed, "I know you are a famous hero in the Northland, because it was proposed by the elder, so Bezukaya did not refuse, elder It’s not wrong that we want to emptied my thoughts. I’m not on the ice all year round. Anyone who thinks about it will have such thoughts for a long time."

"In fact, Bezukaya himself did not care about the power of Bezukaya. Who cares about the beauty of a cloud after seeing the vastness of the sky? Bezukaya's ideals have always been in the North. Rather than the Besu tribe, I was under the influence of the multi-selection sect and was influenced by the theory of the multi-selection parliamentary system. Bezukaya also wanted to see whether this kind of presbytery, which was similar to the initial parliamentary system, could be located in the cold northern region. Implementation?

"Moreover, the situation in the North is getting more and more serious. The news from the north is worrying, and the East Ailai people may go south again."

Luxor said, "I have also heard that it is not for expansion, but for fleeing. Some refugees from the East Airai area bring scary news and are regarded by the East Airai as The deer Caspian Sea, which never freezes in the Holy Sea, froze, and it was still in the most unlikely June. The East Elay people were terrified. This is a harbinger of the 300-year-old cold wave that is rumored to be coming. , The legend that everything is dead has also been heard since childhood. I heard that there will be a big cold wave every three hundred years, and the weather will become colder at that time~ IndoMTL.com~ All water will turn into ice, even if it is Austrian. The same goes for Stinghai. At that time, only the tribes who desperately migrated to the south had a chance to survive."

"So we don’t have time for civil strife! They want to give it a try, and then they have to stop the East Ailai people before saying, “Bezukaya quickly turned on his horse, and brought a dozen of his subordinates. Over,

"Patriarch, do you say that Her Royal Highness really doesn't care at all?" A young soldier kneeling on the ground came to Luxor who was thinking about something and whispered.

"I have seen the vastness of the sky, but still care about the splendor of a cloud?"

Luxor gave him a blank look, muttered to himself, revealing a touch of sorrow, "Yes, your Royal Highness is a disciple of the Falcon Emperor. Even if you don’t return to the North, it is also a first-class honor in the empire. The local gang of buns take that little power so much. As long as they rely on the Falcon Emperor, the control of the North is firmly in their hands. When the cold wave comes, the power of life and death is in the hands of the king and daughter, the Besu tribe. Those guys are just jumping clowns. Her Royal Highness is the most suitable way to look on the sidelines. It will be clear who is good and who is bad at a glance!"

I originally wrote 4,000 words, but the improper operation disappeared. I rushed three thousand overnight, hey. . . . Ugly luck (to be continued)