Power and Empire Chapter 278: It’s all mine (1)

The night is like water. The warm and humid spring breeze was blowing on his face. The melodious Sarris bagpipe bluffs in the moonlight, like a mother's gentle hand, gently soothing the soldier's homesickness.

The fat man was holding roots in his mouth, leaning on the fence next to the camp tent, feeling the slightly bitter grass roots in his mouth, in front of him was the beautiful Jerbo Plain under the moonlight, and on the endless plain, the emerald grass seeds came from Young shoots sprout from the ground, the beautiful Satsuma Lijiang makes a ding-dong sound nearby, and the distant riverside pine shoots rustle in the night breeze, and occasionally a dark shadow crosses it, which is from the forest. The traces of the night birds, everything looks so beautiful,

It's a pity that this beautiful spring is destined to be covered with the blood of the Samor warriors

Injury.

The fat man looked at the distant scenery in thought, the broken stone bridge lurking in the night, leaving behind a cloud of shadows, and the dead soldiers’ bodies turned into ashes in the fire. The fat man always remembered seeing his generals in the evening. Scene of Caesar Sauron,

This aristocrat with neat etiquette habits, this tough guy who still looks unchanging under the sharp cutlass of Kujit, is holding the ashes of the warrior turned into ashes with dirt on his head, kneeling in front of the stone bridge with painful tears , Let the cold river water wet his clothes, the whole person is dull like a stone sculpture

This is the ashes of the soldiers of the Northern Army. The Northern Army is the unit that Caesar Sauron has devoted all his efforts to. From a squadron, to a flag regiment, to a legion, the bits and pieces inside are hard to say, but Now I am lost in a battle, and I can imagine the sadness in my heart

This is the biggest tragic victory since the founding of Samor. 12,000 soldiers of the Northern Army were killed in battle. Djerber Castle was reduced to ruins in the war. The 6th Knights of Junerdian was in Djerber. The entire army was wiped out under the fort, but the fat man was not happy, and the corpses were all over the front line of the stone bridge. The entire city was dead, and the two elite flag regiments of the Samor Northern Army were almost wiped out. Scenes of tragic deaths of Samor soldiers. Poured into the fat man's heart like Chin.

The fat man carried his hands on his back, and heard the rustle of his feet on the lawn, "My lord!" Hu Keqili took a few guards closer,

"It's done!" The fat man didn't turn his head, and asked in a conversation, the shadow pupil in the distance. Can't see the light

"Yes!" Hu Keqili nodded with a positive face. "Regarding the warning about the possible sneak attack by the Inerdian people, we have rushed to the purchasing point of the German military in Djerber. I believe it will be soon. It will be passed back to the Kingdom of Ruode! This time the Miaoerdian’s sneak attack troops will definitely hit their heads and shed blood. This is also a bit of compensation for the brothers who died in battle."

“It’s just that Hukoqi tried to say something and stopped, hesitated for a while, “The Rude asked our Samor army to enter Miaoerdian first before they were willing to send troops to cooperate with us to capture Dehrim”

"Hehe, that's true for the Ruder!" The fat man got up from the lawn, took a bite, and spit out the chewed grass roots on the ground. "Regardless of him. In fact, with or without their help, we captured Deherim It is imperative that the Dehrim area is condescending to the Jerbor Plain on the terrain. The Miaoerdian Legion can crush the Jerbor area at any time as long as it wants. Today’s tragedy may be staged again at any time. It was me before. It is estimated that the situation is wrong, and did not consider that the Jiangerdian people will be so despicable, and now we can't let this happen again, otherwise don't talk about ourselves. The dead twelve thousand Samor warriors will not let us go! "

"My lord means that Hu Keqili's face was sad and angry. When he heard the fat man's words, his body trembled, his eyes shot hot, and his five fingers clenched white

"Warrior’s blood cannot flow in vain! This is Samor’s tradition." The fat man took the reins of the horse from the guards, turned on the horse and ordered, "You immediately lead the cavalry guards across the border and seize Dherri. Fort Winsko, the fortress in the south of Mumbai, has no relationship! It is not my Samor style. Since I dared to let go, I have to bear the consequences of my Samor's anger. This is called compliance!"

In the early morning, Fort Coburg is quiet and peaceful. The white walls of the city turned into beautiful gold in the morning light. On the winding moat, the carriages driving the goods moved slowly, the farms outside the city rose in faint smoke, and the two Junerdian barracks were distributed on the hills outside the castle. Wooden fences form a box, and the lion and dragon flags of the Sixth Knights are flying high at the entrance of the camp

"Urgent report!" A Swadian messenger who was embarrassed, shouted loudly, and galloped into the camp gate while riding a horse

"Quick!, Master Fesler!" The swaying figure of the messenger almost fell from the horse's back. The moisture of the morning mist wetted his light mail, and it was covered with dark black. Mud

"What! How would this happen!" Baron Feisler, the garrison officer, opened the emergency report sent by the messenger. His face suddenly changed because he was too nervous. The emergency report was twisted into a ball and didn't realize it, his face hesitated and paced back and forth

"Fellers Squadron": What happened at the bottom of the journal. Fortunately, Marquis Ferner, the leader of Fort Wincos, walked in. Because of excessive alcoholism, his face was white and blue, and his eyes were bloodshot. He has not fully woken up from the wine banquet in Wincos last night. Come here, shaking his head in front of Ferrers.

"My lord, look!" Fellers handed the emergency report to him with an ugly face. This piece of torn paper from Zou Cheng made the Marquis Ferner frowned slightly, so straightforward and impolite behavior. Not like Felus, who was born as a nobleman in the past, he is a noble marquis, and also a lord, only a humble blood knight, Felus saw that he should salute and use honorifics instead of treating those humble untouchables. The same

"What!" He looked at Ferrer's heavy face, suppressing the dissatisfaction in his heart. Received the emergency report from Felles, his eyes scanned suspiciously, and he was stunned, his mouth wide open, like a fat toad puffing up

"This. How is this possible". Fernard exclaimed in amazement, "How could Lord Appleton be defeated by those untouchables in Vicia, our glorious Ineldian army, and our invincible knights, can we still beat those A Samor farmer with farm tools!"

"Yes, Lord Appleton was defeated!" Fellers nodded with a pained look, and the order soldier said that the head of the adult was hanging on the Samor flag, and he was long and elegantly covered with mud. His shield inlaid with stainless steel and silver diamonds was taken to the auction house by the Samors, the entire Sixth Legion. Except for the Macedonians of the second squadron, everyone died in the battle! "

"Oh! The omnipotent god!" Bragrnard's exaggerated right hand covered his chest, and put on a pious look, with a painful look in his eyes. "This is terrible! These barbarians The Vickia Barbarians"

"This is not the worst!" Fellers hesitated for a while and whispered. "Since the Battle of Winkosburg a hundred years ago, the Vikya people once again set foot on this beautiful land. We are on the border The guard tower was raided by the Vikya people last night, and I believe they were heading for Fort De Chiau."

"Yes! We still have De Qiusburg!" The panicked Fernard heard the word. It was like a shot of stimulant, and his face was excited and said, "In the fortified and dangerous Fort De Chieus, we have thousands of elite infantry stationed all year round.

There are reserves that can provide a year's worth of food, no matter who has the idea to fight this three-sided fortress. They are all destined to pay a huge price, and these proud Vikings will definitely repeat the mistakes of their ancestors"

"Bump!" The dazzling golden morning light appeared on the low hills outside Fort Winco with a small black line. The horseshoes were crushed and there were weeds with crystal clear morning dew.

Hu Kenianli took a deep breath, the air mixed with a faint fragrance, the emerald low plains were covered with all kinds of wild flowers, and the Vincos Plain was under his horse's hoof, thinking Here, Hu Keqili couldn't help feeling a wave of excitement. One hundred years ago, the Vikya army was ambushed on this plain full of beautiful wildflowers. Under these gorgeous wildflowers, I don't know how many Vikia were buried. The bones of a snow country soldier.

After a night of circling attacks, the armor on his body has been wet with dew, but Hu Keqili is not exhausted, because this time is different from the other battles, this is the second-rate kingdom of Vecya. The first battle of the rise again. One hundred years ago, the ancestors fell here. One hundred years later, his own sword will cut off the shame deeply in the hearts of the Vekya people.

In order to confuse the sentry towers along the Swadian ~ IndoMTL.com~ Hu Keqili led the cavalry guards and the cavalry straight to the direction of Fort De Ouchy, pulling out the sentry towers all the way. Then he turned halfway, taking advantage of the dense woods in the middle of the night to plunge into Fort Wincourt. "I fell down there and got up right there! This is destined to be our Vikiya! Hu Keqili whispered in excitement, slowly withdrew his waist saber, and raised it high in the beautiful morning sun. A brush came from his clothes. The brushing sound of knives and the sharp light of the knives gathered into a silver river, and the five thousand Samor cavalry guards were like a large gleaming dark cloud, their horses galloping, rolling up the flying dust, and rushing straight out of Fort Winco Barracks

"Well, what is that!" The soldiers on the guard tower of Junerdian Barracks were dazzled by the light in the distance, and they couldn't help turning their heads curiously, and immediately shouted "Cavalry! Lots of cavalry" in panic.

"Woohoo". The loud alarm trombone out of the military account puts the two men and women still discussing on the fellows.

One jump

"The enemy!" Fernard jumped nervously. His fragile neural network was destroyed once by the military newspaper, and now he is stimulated by the alarm trombone again. Although he is not a soldier, this The trumpet representing the enemy attack is still understandable. All grown-up Lords of Inerdian must go to Parahan Academy to learn basic military knowledge