Power and Empire Chapter 820: The Nord’s counterattack (3)
In the early morning of March 6th, the sky was not clear yet, and the thick snow was a silvery white. In a mansion in Yaowen, the chief of the guard tremblingly awakened the sleeping Valisian
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty has an emergency call. This time, the guard squadron Captain Burnsty came in person, and people were waiting in the front hall. Please come and meet them quickly."
"Are you sure you are your Majesty's full-time military deputy Bernstein?"
Varisian wore two panda-like dark circles under his eyes. This new and famous general who rose rapidly in the Falcon Army looked a little tired at the moment. As the highest military officer stationed in southern Swadian, Wari Sean also received an emergency call back one day ago. After a day of running, his body has not fully recovered from exhaustion.
"Yes, my subordinates have seen Lord Burnsday!"
"It seems that something has happened to transfer me back this time!" Valisian touched his chin, put on his clothes hurriedly, and strode out of the room.
As long as the senior Falcon army, you know that Varysian, who is good at field pursuits, is essentially a sleepy tired lazy guy. He can stay energetically for days and nights, just to wait until the battle. When the target appears, you can also fall asleep without delay. The snoring snoring can be heard even a few miles away.
The two rushed to the front hall. There, a blaze of light was shining brightly, and armed soldiers were everywhere. Varysian's heart tightened, and a tall and burly guard officer hurried up to greet him. "Is it the commander of the Varysian army?"
"It's me."
"I'm very sorry, your majesty is summoned urgently, please follow me immediately." The guard officer holding a torch saluted Valisian
"Now?" Although he is mentally prepared, Varisian is still a little uncertain. His Majesty Falcon is also a sleepy guy. It is said that as long as there is nothing important, His Majesty has never gotten up before ten. Besides, this is the coldest early morning in winter,
A dark night outside the window·Several stars are shining in the dark night, the clock on the wall is pointing at about three in the morning, such an urgent late night summons·Let Valisian have a trace of unknown Premonition, this time, I'm afraid something really happened!
"Yes, now!" The officer named Burnsty looked serious and heavy.
Varisian nodded, "I see." He went out with the guard holding the torch. Varysian’s residence was not far from the palace of the Swadian Palace where the fat man was. After walking through a long dark street for about ten minutes, he faced the towering palace.
In the early morning starlight, the entire palace is sleeping in darkness, like a sleeping behemoth. The light of the torch was reflected on the precious Mia marble column at the front gate, staining the entire column with scarlet red.
approached this majestic building, between the gorgeous column decorations, the wide corridor echoed the steady and tidy footsteps of the guards, and the number of people was three times more than the usual daily patrols, corners, corridors , Even in the dark corners and corners that are not paid much attention to, there are guards in the shadows
Varisian followed behind the captain of the guards, under the gaze of the entire line of guards, passing through the front gallery leading to the central hall. The surroundings seemed quiet, but the opposite side was getting brighter and brighter. The light made Valisian seem to smell a scent of killing and blood.
Thirty years ago, on this white marble step, the Swadian royal family was killed by rebel soldiers, and even the babies were killed on the stone one by one;
Then, in the same place, with the support of the northern cavalry, Harous, who was still a prince, threw the entire family of the rival faction into the fire;
Varithian took a long breath. Somehow, he always feels very uncomfortable every time he comes to the palace. This feeling is especially obvious tonight. Perhaps as the rumors say, this palace has been cursed. Every wall has echoed the groans of those dying and the grunts of those dying. Behind every gorgeous stone, there is a cursed death. Wrong soul.
He noticed that the guards of the palace today are much stricter than usual. On the long walkway from the palace entrance to the conference hall, there are a whole row of guards holding sharp weapons standing in a serious, grim, and quiet manner. On the marble steps, only the sound of his own heavy footsteps echoes,
The flames flicker and the shadows are swaying, this feeling is chilling. At the entrance of the hall, two rows of full-body black guards are standing with torches.
Central Army General Hu Keqili was waiting at the door, and seeing Varisian's arrival, he quickly grabbed his hand and walked in together. "You are late, your Majesty and everyone are waiting for you inside. ."
"Your Majesty and everyone!" Varysian felt his head stunned. To be called by Hu Keqili, he must be at least a leader of the legionnaire. Could it be that since the Battle of Stalos, Your Majesty Have a bigger goal again?
Varisian followed Hu Keqili and walked into the front hall with some trepidation. Nearly 300 large candles illuminated the whole hall brightly.
A few people gathered together near the seat in the lobby. Varysian hurriedly approached. He had already seen that the commander of the Western Army, Crolitsat, the chief of Aire, Caesar Sauron, the defense officer of the Palavin area, and other important officials of the kingdom had arrived first.
Such a huge lineup made Valisian's heart tense: Could it be that conflicts with other kingdoms have broken out? Who was the first to attack? It’s impossible to be a Dorok, otherwise I wouldn’t be ignorant, is it a Nord..., then I, the defense officer of the southern region of Palavin, is not completely dereliction of duty
"My lords, do you know what is going on?" After greeting, Varisian nervously asked several important officials. Everyone shook their heads blankly, with a blank look in their eyes
It seems that I am not the only one who doesn’t know! Varisian felt a little more relaxed, "Everyone is kept in the dark!"
waited less than two minutes, and then several district officials in charge of the internal affairs also hurried over. The clothes were a bit messy, and they all asked "My sirs, what happened?" But no one could answer. Anxiety was rippling in the air.
"Your Majesty!" The guard standing by the door raised his throat and shouted clearly, and everyone immediately stopped. The side door opened, and the fat man appeared at the door with a serious face, wearing a black velvet cloak, and the two guard squadron captains behind him shut the door of the discussion hall with a bleak figure.
"Everyone, I didn't want to disturb your dreams, but!" The fat man's clear voice contained a trace of fatigue, and then he became severe. "According to the report, the southern part of the kingdom, which we think is safest, is facing the most serious threat.
The Nords dispatched a large fleet and 50,000 armies this time, preparing to divide them into land and sea, advancing along the coastline to the Vijaya side. In order to obtain this information, we have three lurking on the Nord side. Senior espionage personnel sacrificed, their deaths must not be for nothing,
Fatty said coldly, and then looked slowly and sharply, seeing that face from this face. The air condensed into a solid in an instant.
After a long time, no one dared to move a bit. Everyone felt a deep fear. Everyone could see it. This time, His Majesty Falcon was furious.
"This time, I'm going to teach the Nords a lesson, an unforgettable lesson!" The fat man's fist hit the table heavily, and the solid sandalwood shattered silently, and the small wood fragments turned into pieces. A piece of powder.
Everyone was secretly shocked that His Majesty Falcon’s martial arts are so terrifying, because they have rarely taken shots in recent years, so most generals have forgotten that His Majesty Falcon is also a very skilled general. I didn’t expect to have it tonight. Such a gaffeic performance. The terrible murderous aura almost overflowing all over his body can almost crush the entire discussion hall into powder.
"The Nords are unlucky this time!"
The hearts of everyone are silently sad for the Nords. The south has always been the place where His Majesty cares most, and there is the basis of His Majesty,
There is no denying that the Nord’s strategy this time is quite vicious. If they can forcibly invade the southern part of Vicia, regardless of whether they can achieve the effect of occupation,
is an extremely heavy blow to the economy of the entire Falcon Dynasty, where 50% of the population of the Falcon Dynasty was concentrated, more than 40% of the merchants and almost 80% of the sea. ~IndoMTL.com~ The annual tax paid accounted for 70% of the Falcon Dynasty.
If the South is disrupted by war, the high-speed carriage of the Falcon Dynasty will be like an axle that has lost balance, flying out from corners and crashing. If you want to recover again The current economic outlook requires at least 0 years,
10 years, enough for the Nord Kingdom to accumulate enough power to fight the Falcon Dynasty decisively, then the battle will be extremely fierce!
The fat man spread out the kingdom map in front of everyone. First, he clicked the southern part of Paravin with his finger, raised his head, and looked to the left with piercing eyes
"Varisian! The southern part of your Palavin is closest to the Nordic border. You can talk about the situation on your side and mobilize 50,000 troops. Such a big move cannot be without a trace. ! What I want to know the most now is who the army is drawn this time, their configuration, the number of people, and the character of the general!"
Varisian's face changed slightly, and he hesitated, "Your Majesty, opposite to me is the Nord Fourth Army, the Fifth Army, the lord army of the area, there are about 110,000 people,
But because March 5 is the National Day of the Nordic State, some time ago, the Nords drew a part of the army from the border to participate in the inspection. They are all elite troops stationed at the border, with a number of about 40,000, leading the team. The general is called Crimson Erdor, and he is paired with a general named Loulas. The two are known as Nord’s best young generation in Nord Kyoto
Because they have never played against each other, they just know that these two people have participated in an attack on the Dorok Mountains. They are best at frontal assaults. The Fortress of Estork, known as Dorok’s strong wall, is here. Fell under the cooperation! ”T