Power and Empire Chapter 73: Dardaniel
Retreat! retreat! retreat!
The Marquis of Isahika, who is covered in mud and water, is embarrassed like a mourning dog,
The last 500 Golden Fleece knights under were escorted, and they ran all the way in tears in the direction of their lair Djerberburg
's six thousand fleeing knights were all destroyed, the Golden Fleece Wings heavy infantry collapsed, and the last assassin of the Golden Fleece Knights was burned into a roast pig with an unknown mysterious weapon by the hateful Samors.
The mean and rude Fat Samor used a combination of heavy punches to completely beat the confident Isahka all over the floor, but he still hasn’t reacted yet
It's all over like this? The family has forbeared for decades, and finally accumulated a little wealth,
was so burned to ashes by Fat Samor?
"I am not convinced! I am the descendant of the Issa family who is known as the last important minister of the kingdom, I am not reconciled!"
Isahka roared in his heart, tears streaming down his face, but the form is stronger than humans
The Battle of Sambuga Hills, which sensationalized the entire South, was destined to nail Isahka to the cross of shame
The muddy road greatly reduced the speed of Isahka’s retreat. The panicked Isahka almost fell into the mud pit on the side of the road several times.
on the muddy trails of the hills,
The 2000 Samor light cavalry ambushed halfway, like tangled ghosts,
From the woodland, from the hillside, from the depression below, rushing out, like hungry wolves spotting their prey one by one, with blood-red eyes staring at the blood-colored double-ring battle flag that is constantly shaking in front,
wielding a shining saber in his hand, yelling like a pack of wolves with excitement in his mouth, it means not to stop cutting off Isahka’s head
In the face of the Golden Fleece Knights who are far stronger than themselves, the Samor Hussars gave full play to their high-speed mobility. With their short crossbows, they knocked off the Golden Fleece Knight’s hard shell little by little.
The underpowered golden fleece knight became the target of slaughter in front of the samoor hussar’s short crossbow, and the golden fleece knight struggling by the flying crossbows couldn’t throw their heads
If it weren’t for the knight’s shield behind me, I’m afraid I would have become a hedgehog full of arrows
The short crossbow arrows that came from behind, made Isahka anguish,
The two white crossbow arrows that even his own warhorses are inserted into the buttocks, shake up and down while running, like white flags shaking on both sides
"No, continue this way, I'm afraid I will hang up before returning to Jelp!"
At a critical moment, Isaheka's excellent genes inherited from his ancestors finally awakened,
shouted at the banner officer next to him with his arm
"You immediately lead others to run on the road, and I broke off with the guards!"
After hearing that Lord Lord is going to cut off for himself, now this situation is absolutely dead or no life,
The 200 Golden Fleece knights who accompanied the sense of justice broke out. They took the blood-colored double-ring flag of the Issa family from the flag-holder, and diverted the pursuit of the Samor light cavalry along the road.
And Isahka himself took advantage of the turn when no one noticed. With 50 guards and knights, ran up the fork in the ramp
"I won't let you go! Cunning Samor! Even if I die, I won't make you feel better"
Isahka, who was riding on a horse, gnashed his teeth and cursed,
The prey has become a hunter, and the battle of victory has become a battle of shame,
The huge contrast makes Isahka's heart full of regret, like a fire scorching his soul
reminded me of a false news that the Samors were "undefended tonight",
is like a hunting dog that sees bones, it can easily lure out the nest of Djerber Castle
somehow killed hundreds of nobles on the road,
No matter how stupid people are, they know that they have been tricked by others
"My lord, which road are we going back to Djerber Castle!"
Three fork roads appeared on the mountain road in front of , the guards stopped their horses, turned their heads and asked.
"Return to Djerber Castle?"
Isahka looked at the fork in the road, and felt bitter in the mouth.
The last time I came here was 20 years ago, the spirited Isahka was just a noble heir to Djerberburg
, under the leadership of my father, the former old marquis, went from here to Zivadin City to attend a noble banquet
is at this three-way intersection, the old marquis is full of thoughts, pointing his horse whip to the rolling hills below, and exhorting the young Isahka
"My son, you must remember what I said today. The hills of Sambuga you see now are the natural barrier of Djerber Fort and the only channel for traffic between the north and the south of Djerber Plain.
Whoever controls it will rein in the throat of Fort Djerber! Who will hold back the future of the entire Issa family! "
Father's words are still vivid in my ears, this natural barrier of the Isa family has been completely lost by myself
At this time, a magnificent and tragic picture appeared in Isahka’s mind,
On the wide road of Sambuga, tens of thousands of Samor troops flooded into the unresistible plain of Djerber,
The Isa family, a well-known family that has been passed down for hundreds of years, will carry an unwashable stigma, and will be trampled by the mud-stained feet of the Samorian hillbillies.
The blood-colored double-ring flag burning with fire is falling from the top of Djerber Castle
"I lost the Sambuga hills, lost all the elites of the Issa family, and what did I return to Djerberburg?
Is it to carry the shame of the defeated and the stigma of slaughtering aristocrats? Waiting for the hateful Samor to chop off his head? "
The thought of made Isahka agitated, his eyes swaying on the three fork roads in front of me
Finally, Isahka took off the heraldic ring representing power on his right hand with a firm face, and pointed to the southernmost fork road.
"From this mountain road to the south, you can bypass the city of Zhivading and reach the southern tip of Shivacheze. You immediately take this emblem of power to find the Dardanelles in the south, my daughter Issa Moriel is practicing etiquette with her grandmother. From now on, she is the new generation of Patriarch of the Issa family!"
The guards were taken aback by Isahka's words, and looked at Isahka with a pale face. From Isahka's words, the guards had already heard a smell of despair!
"But, my lord, what do you do? The Samer Hussars are still wandering nearby. Without our guards, it is too dangerous for the lord to return to Djerber Castle alone!"
"Am I? I will become a fan, a lingering nightmare in Fat Samer’s dream
I am dead~ IndoMTL.com~ I will stand here too, and take good care of the Sambuga hills for the Issa family! "
Isahka looked at the suspicious guard, turned his head and looked again at the broad Sambuga hills below
"Hehe...I hope my death can be exchanged for an innocent family of Issa"
smiled sadly, suddenly pulled out the knight sword on his waist,
Before the guards had time to stop, a cold light flashed from Isahka’s throat.
The knight sword in Isahka's hand fell to the ground with a sound, and the blood mixed with mud and water flowed down from Isahka
The corpse of Isaheka, a generation of heroes, fell straight to the ground
"Hey"
Isa's guards sighed face to face, dug a big hole on the spot, buried Isahka, and then rushed to the farthest south side of the road in a hurry.
three days later
The 2000 Djerber Fort garrison without command surrendered, and the entire Djerber Plain area fell into the hands of Fat Samor
, when the fat man was full of joy, when he was clearing the items and land he was about to get
A group of uninvited guests from the southern Zhiva car stepped into the camp of the Samor Barracks
"Mediation? What do you mean?"
The fat man looked at the famous post sent by the sentry and was stunned.
"Bah! Lao Tzu and Isa's old thing beat them to death, and these Niwa carts are the ones who care about them. Why should they mediate? Believe it or not, Lao Tzu tied them all up for ransom!"
The fat guy who reacted wanted to say that, but he held back the words again
The reason is very simple, this team of mysterious characters from Shivacheze
Fatty really can't afford it
Because they are from the Dardanelles, the big southern tribe!