My Chinese ancestors

Chapter 586 Sakprut, the Conquering King

The sun rises in the sky and then sets.

The heavy snow in Central Asia stopped the Eastern Empire's westward march at Satila. The New Year is approaching, and the Eastern tradition is to stop everything and spend a good New Year, especially in foreign lands. The emperor's Su Chen naturally had to take care of the soldiers' feelings.

In the west, and even in all directions from north to south, they were shocked by this intruder from the east, burning and killing all the way, and implementing a strategy of massacre.

Just when the Southern and Western Expeditionary Forces stopped all their affairs and were busy with the New Year, rumors about the Eastern Empire's army had spread among city-states and tribes in various places.

The seven city-states in northern Central Asia that originally belonged to the Satsuma Empire also had undercurrents in their cities because of this incident.

The people were also fed up with the invasion of the Sakprut Empire. Taking advantage of the Eastern Empire's army to defeat Sakprut and capture Satila, the remaining nobles, rangers, and the people in the city came together in the last winter. One day, chaos suddenly arose.

They deliberately created chaos in the city and set the city lord's palace on fire. While the Sakprut army in the city was suppressing them, the nobles of the Satsuma Empire who were entangled with the army outside the city took the opportunity to seize the city.

The rangers mingled in the city, joined forces with the Satsuma army outside, and opened the city gate.

The Satsuma nobles who invaded the city led their troops to defeat the soldiers stationed in Sakprut, and then launched a purge of old officials who had defected to the enemy.

After the chaos was brought to order, the Satsuma nobles began to unite with each other, organize a coalition, and elected a prince of the Satsuma royal family as the emperor. Considering that Sakprut's army was strong and the army was pressing down on the border, they could not resist. After discussion, they sent a messenger, Head to Satira, hoping to join forces with the eastern armies.

Although I don't know how much hostility the other party has, they now have a common enemy, so it may make sense.

Time passes, the sun rises in the sky and then sets in the west.

The Samo people revolted, and the Eastern Empire's army captured Satila. The news of the defeat of Grand Duke Olain has entered the borders of the Sakprut Empire. Even the famous Holy Lothar was defeated and abandoned Maiti. City, fled back in despair.

In the cultivated farmland, busy Western farmers, wearing straw hats and simple linen robes, watched a war horse splashing dust as it ran westward on the official road.

This knight was a messenger from the southeast. He changed to several fast horses on the way and traveled through the mountains and forests, bringing bad news to the great Emperor Sakprut.

North of Mount Gulamo and east of the Anatole Plain is a large city called Nouma. In the early years, it belonged to the territory of Duke Fernand, but it was later led by Sacprout, who was still a knight. The army captured it and built it into the frontline city of the empire.

In the bright winter sunshine, the city walls made of countless rocks were mottled with the bloodstains of the past, forming patches of dark blood stains.

The news from afar has been conveyed. The knights who entered the city gate did not need to care about the feces and urine flowing freely in the streets at this moment. They galloped through the dirty streets to the palace in front of them, which was made of countless rock carvings.

In the huge castle, within the towering walls, the main hall was brightly lit and full of warmth.

A burning brazier was hung from the dome of the hall, and several Western generals wearing full armor sat around a large round table in the hall, talking to each other softly.

At the head of the round table is a man in his thirties. He has a circle of fox fur hanging around his shoulders and neck. He is dressed in a straight robe with dark red gold patterns. On his head is a gold crown with four gems of different colors. crown.

He listened quietly for a while to what everyone said, and then a magnetic voice sounded. Then several generals around the round table stopped talking and looked at the leader.

Listening to the emperor, who was younger than them all, talking about city defense, as well as next year's war and government affairs arrangements.

No one will look down on each other because of their age.

On the contrary, every general has an expression of respect on his face and eyes.

After several years of conquests, the appearance of this brown-haired emperor was intimidating, and his illustrious military exploits also made everyone admire him.

However, only the generals here and the emperor knew that the war methods they used had been used before, and they could communicate with each other and summarize them.

Such a move allowed them to win every battle in the following years, no less than the rise of the empire to the east.

Amid the sonorous and powerful words, hurried footsteps sounded outside. The herald received the letter outside. After listening to the words of the fast horse, he walked in with a serious look, interrupting the awe-inspiring Sakpu in front of him. Emperor Root's conversation with everyone.

The herald took the knight who brought the order and presented it together with the information like a treasure.

"It's so nerve-wracking!"

After reading the information in his hand, Sakprut smiled faintly at the content about the Samoans retaking the northern city-state and the eastern army's westward march. He didn't look angry at all: "The young man in the east The emperor is more adept at attacking than I thought."

The founder of the Sakprut Empire, the conquering king of Ophiro, he stood up slowly, his golden crown reflecting the firelight, shining with the light of power, his tall body overlooking the herald and the knight in front of him.

A powerful voice also sounded at the same time: "I don't pay attention to the rebellion of the Satsuma people. The northern city-state of the Satsuma people can be defeated at any time. But the eastern army is really exciting."

Then, Sakprut turned around and walked back, stepped onto the stone steps covered with red blankets, and sat back on his imperial throne.

"It's a pity that this idiot O'Lain died, but Lothar let me down... Come here, messenger!"

Sakprut waved to the knight who came with the news. The latter stepped forward cautiously, half-knelt at the foot of the stone steps in front of the throne, and saluted the conquering king with knightly etiquette.

"It's good that you brought news about Lothar, but... these are not the news I want," as he said, the figure on the throne suddenly waved his hand and asked someone to drag the knight down.

"Kill him, hang his head outside the city, and tell all the nobles that a knight must have the honor of a knight. Only by dying in battle can the nobles belong, not by fleeing!"

"His Majesty……"

The kneeling knight was pulled up by the palace guards. His face was full of horror. The next second, he was struggling and being dragged out. Then there was a faint scream of "ah" outside the palace. sounded.

After a while, the blood-stained head was presented to Sakprut for inspection. He only took one look at it and asked the soldiers to take the head out of the palace.

It was hung in a conspicuous place in the market outside the castle, and officials were sent to explain why the other party was killed.

Suddenly a head was hung in a crowded place, and specialized officials kept explaining it, causing the people of Nongma City passing by to stop and watch. While looking at the bloody head, they shouted excitedly "Sack". Long live the words of Pruitt the Great.

Noma is currently just an important frontline town of the Sakprut Empire. After conquering eastern Satsuma a few years ago, the weather has become colder. Sakprut handed over the war there to Lothar, and he led the army back to the country and stationed it there. In this city.

The reason why he did not return to the Imperial Capital was, on the one hand, to take care of Lothar at any time, and on the other hand, he wanted to see if anyone would take the opportunity to rebel while he was away from the Imperial Capital.

However, what awaited was the rebellion of the Satsuma people and the revenge of the powerful Eastern Empire.

The flag of the three-headed dragon on a red background flutters in the wind.

In the castle, the cavalrymen who delivered the order had already rushed out of the city gate, headed out of the city with flags held high, and blew their horns in the wilderness.

In the distance, the imperial flag of Emperor Sakprut was fluttering, and the wilderness in the distance was densely packed with triangular camps extending to places beyond the eyesight.

Hearing the sound of the horn, a large number of soldiers began to walk out of their tents, well-trained in preparations for war. As the emperor's temporary residence, Nongma City was already operating efficiently when news came that the Eastern Empire's army was marching westward.

A large number of the emperor's accompanying officials, imperial nobles and their retinues have received orders from the emperor and are running on the official road outside the castle.

The news of the war in the east kept them immersed in the self-confidence of continuous victory. As for the eastern army's devastating sweep of Satila, defeating Orain and Holy Lothar, they did not care.

After all, their Emperor Sakprut was also a battle-hardened emperor, and the commanders and generals who led the army were also brave and good at fighting.

As they were coming and going, in the emperor's palace in Nongma City, although the generals here also had strong self-confidence, they were about to face the Eastern Army. After hearing their achievements, they also had more or less urgent concerns. Sense of crisis.

After the emperor's decree was issued and sent to Nong Ma, the military council had obviously been opened in the castle, and administrative officials carrying official documents passed quietly from both sides.

The defeat in the Central Asian battlefield to the east was nothing to the currently huge Sakprut Empire.

There are sixty armies in the entire Sakprut. In addition to the emperor, they are controlled by two commanders.

There are more than twenty generals on the battlefield. Among them, six are sitting here right now, sitting upright in front of the round table, looking seriously at Sakprut, who is sitting on the throne. His voice was speaking calmly.

"Olain was originally a pawn in our plan to consume the Eastern Army. His death in battle was expected and not regrettable.

But on the front line of Satila, we lost one after another and lost several cities, which made me very angry... A few years ago, we captured the Kingdom of Euphila, which only knew its people under the rule of fish and meat, and conquered the Sumila River The five countries near the basin reached all the way to the Mediterranean.

We built many wonders there, making the south and north as majestic as the Sakprut Empire should be.

There are no more opponents for us here, but the Selis people have appeared, and they are still so good at fighting, so they are a qualified opponent. "

Sakprut was not very old, but there were already a lot of white spots in his thick short hair. He faced the generals present with a gentlemanly smile on his heroic face.

"We have joined forces to build this unprecedented empire, but I think it is not big enough or strong enough. Its territory should spread across the Amir Mountains, cross the desert over there, and wrap up the prosperous land in the east."

In the solemn atmosphere, the emperor always had his own ideas. As he spoke, he stood up and dragged his dark red robe down step by step.

"But we lost the first battle. Olain died in battle, which was his glory. Lothar's defeat has cast a layer of shame on the empire's flag."

His words paused and his smile grew wider.

“This may not be bad, because our continuous victories have made us immersed in these victories and unable to extricate ourselves.

The failure in Satila can be a wake-up call for us to re-examine our own shortcomings from our enemies, then defeat them, enslave them, and finally enjoy the fruits that belong to us with peace of mind. "

In the majestic voice, there was already a map pushed by the attendant.

Sakprut walked to the huge seamed map and looked at the dense arrow marks on it for a while.

"The Emperor of the East has come in person. This is a good opportunity. An army of three hundred thousand is really a huge number. Unfortunately, in my case, such a number is not enough to defeat the Sakprut Empire."

"Your Majesty, do you need to summon the two commanders Caesar and Hannibal back immediately?" In front of the round table, a general stood up and asked. His name was Geraint, one of the knights of the round table.

The emperor in front of the map smiled and asked him to sit down. This pressing issue was indeed lingering in the minds of various generals, including Sakprut.

After thinking for a moment, he frowned, but he didn't seem anxious. He looked at the map in a low voice: "It's not urgent, we still need to prepare."

After the words fell, the hall was quiet for a long time.

Sakprut slowly raised his finger and pressed it on the arrow mark on the map, drawing out traces one after another: "Notice of the regiment where Xiunas Province, Gaomi Province, Alga Province, and Cambia Province are located. They gathered to me."

The emperor's eyes moved on the map, and his fingers crossed the upper and lower locations of Nongma City with a serious look on his face.

“Several city-states below Nongma ordered their garrisons to strictly defend and be careful of the Seris cavalry. From these two places, they penetrated into the hinterland of Sakprut.

They are very good at cavalry, but they will continue to move westward after the spring. Once they pass the plateau of Central Asia, there are many mountainous foothills in the Analia Province, which is a very small battlefield. If they want to If you turn, you have to carry a lot of distance. It is really... a difficult choice, haha! "

Sakprut smiled, withdrew his gaze, walked to the round table, and then spoke.

"I now issue the second order. The 1st, 2nd, and 4th Army of the Conqueror will march southeast with Nongma as the center and enter the plateau to set up defense lines; the 3rd Army of the Conqueror will enter Analia from the south. Province, the rest of the 7th Centaur Legion and the 8th Eagle Legion are on standby with me in Nongma.

In addition, servant armies from various tribes were recruited to gather here before May. "

In a few simple sentences, he made a general arrangement for the war against the Eastern Empire's westward advance.

Several generals with the emperor's will then left.

Sakprut returned to the apse. In the study over there, an old man with gray hair and gray robes was sitting in a rocking chair, near the fireplace, reading books.

"Prophet Moses." Sakprut walked into the study, took off his heavy imperial robe, and casually sat down on the chair next to the old man.

The old man named Moses put down his book, looked at the tired emperor in front of him, and smiled: "You are about to face the Eastern Empire. How do you feel about it?"

Sakprut smiled, with slight wrinkles forming at the corners of his mouth. He leaned back in his chair and looked at the flickering flames in the fireplace.

"You already know?"

"I am a prophet, I can predict some things in advance, you know, Your Majesty."

"..." Sakprut was silent for a while and said in a calm tone: "Uneasy, but also very excited."

He took a deep breath and continued: "I have always had a fanatical admiration for war, and I have never regretted it in the past few years.

Being able to fight side by side with Arthur, Caesar, Hannibal, Alexander... This is the most fortunate thing in my life. "

Amid the words, Sakprut trembled with excitement in his chair, "I will not be afraid of the Eastern Empire! I believe that I will create a huge empire, connect the West and the East, and bear witness to our supremacy."

he said.

Outside the city, the sound of the trumpet sounded again.

(End of this chapter)