Power and Empire Chapter 240: Rebellious Storm (1)
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The forces at the junction accounted for almost two-thirds of the Tyre remnant, and two squadrons were defeated. More than 1,500 people died in battle, half of them died under Samor’s crossbow. Without the barrier of the ice wall, Dorok’s heavy infantry rushed into the streets like a tide. Out of despair and sorrow
"Teton Talis is over!" General Tyre Mateus was covered in blood, holding a broken cross sword in his hand, underneath him were densely packed Doroks,
The last dozen Tilqis strangled them by the stairs. The narrow stairs became a battlefield of blood. The shields clashed by the dense spears clinked, and the splashed blood stained Matwu. Si's whole body.
I was in a disaster this time. The Tyre Guard was brave, but there were too many enemies. Kill one. Charge up two." Poke one or two spears away. The third and fourth spears have pierced the front door,
Death is not terrible. When Mateus was officially appointed as the garrison of McGallens, he had already put life and death out of the question
Mateus is now worried about the future of the Tyre family. If only the Doroks are in it, the Tyre family may still have room to move in the area of Teton Talis, after all, the Doroks I don’t always stay away. This is Vicia, not Dorok. The Doroks want to stand firm in Vicia. Inerdian, a powerful mainland country, will definitely stand up for opposition.
However, the soldiers who had retired just now claimed that there were Samors inside, and Mateus was shocked by the news. He was leaning against the wall panting, with the shouts of soldiers fighting in his ears, but he suddenly felt a clear mirror-like clarity in his heart, an imaginary based on reality suddenly appeared in his mind
"Sazan! It must be a Samor!" Mateus muttered with a gray face. The strong city of Megallens should have fallen, otherwise there would not be so many troops behind him, Teton Tower Reese fell into the hands of the enemy again. The entire territory of the Tyre family had already fallen unknowingly, and Tilburg, the center of the family, knew nothing about this emergency.
In such a situation, even Matthaus felt incredible. The other party could go north to McKent. In order to come to the famine of Teton Talis? What's here? Except for the hungry or the hungry?
Mateus was still whispering, feeling a bitterness at the corner of his mouth. He already knew the answer. He drove the hungry people to Tilburg and opened up the car and the tunnel. It was a killer killer! The opposing commander is definitely everyone in strategy. It was like having a pair of magical hands and flicking fingers, pushing the Tyre family that dominated the eastern part to the edge of destruction. It used to be so similar, like Dylans, like the Issa family, like the aristocratic army, like
"The claws of the Samor Falcon will never fail" This is the most fashionable proverb of Wikiah
Mateus sighed, thinking of a poem that was widely spread in the kingdom. Arrows are his eyes and iron hoofs are his footsteps...
The only person who can have such a strategy and strength is the only young man in Vikia who likes to play raids the most, the Falcon Marquis Dustan
The raid has always been his style, and every battle of his always starts with a raid! Come with wind and rain. Walking away with blood, as fierce as a storm, leaving his enemies nowhere to hide. This is a poem by a wandering poet, but now Mateus has a new understanding
Mateus, who has been fighting for many years, had to admire the fierceness of Fat Samor’s plan, attacking McGallens, attacking Teton Taris, driving the victims north; then it must go north to McKent and let Tilburg face the victims Tide
Mateus can be sure that the ferocious and cunning Samor eagle is now worth a deal in Tilburg,
"Does the Tyre family that dominate the east end like this?" Mateus shook his head sadly with a sad face. There was a dense sound of footsteps on the stairs, and the last Tyr guard arrived in a pool of blood. Dorok spearmen swarmed.
The winter sun is very warm. The guards opened a hole in the ceiling of the tent to let the sun shine into the tent. The guards all know that fat people like to rest in the warm winter sun in the afternoon. The sound of footsteps sounded outside the tent, mixed with the metal sound of chain armor swinging,
"Captain Issa! The governor is taking a lunch break!" A guard at the door reminded in a low voice, Isamoril, who had just returned from the front line, was covered in dust and his locks looked muddy
"Well, I know!" Isamovel pale and nodded, opened the fat man’s tent and walked in. As the governor’s guard captain, Isamovel does have the right To enter the tent, warm sunlight shines from the top of the tent. It's like rain in the sky. The fat man was lying on the bear skin in the middle of the tent. The chubby face makes him look like a good sleeping baby.
Isamoril squatted down quietly, and sat gently beside the fat man, a wisp of silver hanging down from his shoulders, and on the sun-burning body, countless small gray dots swirled in the beam of light. Like a goddess’s little love hole
"Are you not afraid that I would kill you?" The horrifying female murderer on the battlefield just now was confused. Bai Zhe's slender fingers gently stroked the fat black head, his voice was almost like Moan of Temptation
"You won't kill me, it's because your heart is upset!" The fat man rolled over on the ground in a low voice. In fact, the fat man was already awake when Isamoril came in just now. With a keen sense, the fat man could feel that Isamoril's body was not squatting, but was trembling slightly. It seemed that something happened. Terrible thing, the stubborn Isamoril has been supporting until here before relaxing his tight nerves
"I almost died just now! Tyre’s catapult killed my horse, and two stone bullets passed by my ear. I thought I was dead at the time!" Isamoril seemed to Falling into a nightmare, with a deep groan with an uncontrollable cry,
An unspeakable heart palpitations lingered in her heart. After the frantic rush just now, Isamoril always flashed his smashed **** warhorse in his mind. If it wasn't by himself flashing fast, the bunch of rotten meat was himself,
The goddess of murder is also a human being. The first time she was so close to death, it has been difficult for her to calm down. When the Doroks occupied the streets, she saw from the eyes of the Doroks that it was not worship but Fear,
A venomous fear in the face of snakes, scorpions, and worms. She used to enjoy this vision. But now it disgusts her,
The killer, the man kills, the strong female murderer is after all just an old girl, no matter how strong she is, she also has her own spiritual bottom line. She just wants to find a thick shoulder to rely on, she first thought of Fatty,
"It's nothing to be inferior!" The fat man sat up. Leaving Isamoril close to her shoulders, a wisp of girlish fragrance floated into the fat man’s nose, and the fat man stroked Isamoril’s silver length in his hand, feeling the warmth that was still trembling in the bend of his hand. Body, the fat man can even feel the scared heart beating,
Looking at Isamoril, who had been crying on his shoulders for almost an hour, the fat man with slightly sore shoulders secretly cried out. How could this woman cry endlessly? For the sake of the healthy future of his shoulders, the fat man decided to spread A lie
"Remember the first arrow you shot me on the bridge? I almost peeed my pants!" The fat man's voice was low, deliberately showing a melancholy memory
"Really?" The innocent female murderer was fooled by the fat man’s expression, lifted from the fat man’s shoulders with a pretty face with crystal clear tears, staring at the fat man with complicated eyes,
"There is a door! Fatty is secretly happy, women really like this set, melancholy men are always easy to arouse women's sympathy
"Of course, at that time, your arrowheads almost rubbed my ears and shot them!" The fat man saw Isamoril look suspicious, and quickly put on a swearing expression "I didn't kill you. It's because of this." You are the first person who almost killed me.
"Punch! Isamodul looked at the fat man with a serious look, broke his tears and cursed with a smile, "Fatty man, who are you lying to, you really treat me as I don't know!" If it wasn't for me to look beautiful, you must have killed me at that time! , Where would you take me to Riva Cheze! "
"How could this happen! I'm an honest man!" The fat man looked embarrassed before he could finish his words. Isamoril has stood up and cast a contemptuous look at the fat man
"You honestly, you honestly return a wife in Kyoto, Dylans a fiancee, and a lover in Shiva! You can lie to you.
"I am really very much
"The fat man looks embarrassed~IndoMTL.com~ I want to justify a few words," Ghosts will believe you! Everyone in Vikia knows that the Samor Falcon is a pervert! "Isamoril has left the camp like a cheerful Oriole,
"What the **** is this!" The fat man was full of grievances, comforting others to the point that he was crying, and he was a good man.
Two days later, the Southern Army of Samer settled in Teton Talis, and the victims who had not left began to gather in an orderly manner. They were placed in more than a dozen villages and towns not far from the border of Woche, and temporarily assisted Samor. The road built by the army to connect with the car, every jade has food to receive,
There are also some stubborn refugees who have been severely attacked by the Samor army when the advice is not fruitful, and most of them are willing to go to management. A small number of leaders fled north, and the Teton Talis area was completely under the jurisdiction of the Southern Army of Samor.
Compared to the coalition forces of Samor and Dorok, which went south, the coalition forces of Kugit and Shamandu in Mackent north were not so smooth. They used more drastic means to drive the victims to Tilburg. As a result, several major disaster victims rebelled. The coalition forces brutally suppressed the victims. More than a thousand bodies of victims were hung on a wooden frame by the roadside. The whole Mackent was in a **** storm. , If you want to know what's going on, please log in to the muscles, more chapters. Support the author, support genuine reading! Concave Yue Hun Shan Xun Shu Shu Qi Umbrella