Ride and Cut

In the sky above Cold Winter City, more than a dozen black dots were lightly circling back and forth along the airflow. Fly high now and then, spin low occasionally, but in any case, always maintain a considerable altitude.

Li Cha was wearing a telescope tube over his eyes, so he could see clearly that those "black spots" were actually eagle-headed falcons with the body of a horse.

Pompeii sent two dragon knights and 30 falcon knights to fight this time. The quality and quantity of the sky knights were obviously superior to the opponent's. There seemed to be only a dozen Griffin Knights in Winter City, and there was nothing they could do about it.

However, the falcon knights did not dare to fly too low, for fear of being knocked down by the city defense bed crossbow. The special bed crossbow is paired with enchanted crossbow bolts, even if it is within the range, there is enough threat to the dragon. As long as the falcon is rubbed, it can basically be declared to fall.

Li Cha once solemnly suggested that they could take a stone, fly to a high place and throw it downward. As long as the height is sufficient, the power is absolutely beyond doubt.

For the recently famous lord of the high mountain castle, the sky knights were very polite-very politely refused. Because of the limited load capacity of the falcon, it is very difficult to carry a fully armed knight on the back, and adding weight will hurt them.

The giant dragon must have this ability, but even the dragon knight can hardly command the proud giant dragon to do hard work, and the dragon's breath is much more powerful than a stone.

"Boss, do you think this can be captured?" Hurt stood in the snow and looked at the fifteen-bladed city wall of Winter City, his face full of worry.

This question speaks out the aspirations of the vast majority of Alpine Fort fighters. Due to their backgrounds in the wilderness, it is rare for them to have the opportunity to see such a tall city wall. They thought that the attack on Chaksh was considered a high-end siege battle, but they never imagined that there is such a strong wall in the world.

"It shouldn't be a big problem." Li Cha withdrew his gaze from Jun Falcon, lowered the binoculars and stared at the wall.

He caught several priests of Guangming, who seemed to be praying for the sergeants. The Holy See of Light itself strictly maintained neutrality between Pompey and Stuart, and the priests directly under the Holy See would naturally not help either side. But those native Stuart priests are different. They will help their mother country, just like the ice and snow priests in the Pompeii army.

However, unlike the Ice and Snow Priest, the divine arts of the Holy See of Light don't have much direct attack ability, and basically focus on assistance and healing. From this point of view, the priests may have a common language with the Second General Hen Ha of Gaoshan Castle.

The lord continued: "It is said in the book of war that ten times the number of the enemy can attack the city. Although we are not ten times as big now, we are not far behind."

Due to the continuous investigation by the superior air cavalry day and night, it is no secret to the Pompeii Expeditionary Army how many belongings there are in Winter City.

To be honest, the news that the opponent only had 30,000 city guards really shocked him. It's like an old hunter exhausting all his life's knowledge in the jungle, carefully testing the beasts that should be hiding in the dark, only to find in the end that there is only a squirrel eating a pine cone.

Stuart's adaptability in this war can only be described as ridiculous, and he is simply sorry for Pompey's serious preparations.

Li Cha knew in his heart that there must be something wrong with Stuart's upper echelon, and he didn't know what it was. But in any case, it is too unbelievable to make trouble to this point.

"Then will we be able to occupy the whole of Stuart soon?" Gunther was obviously overly optimistic.

"It's not that easy." Li Cha shrugged his shoulders. He has a little understanding of politics now, and when he talked about the continental structure, he looked decent. "If there were only two powerful countries on the mainland, the problem would be much simpler. But the reality is that there is San Jose besides Pompeii and Stuart. San Jose will not just watch either Pompeii or Stuart completely defeat the opponent."

"It's the same for Pompeii or Stuart. In short, two players become three, and it's not just as simple as confrontation."

"Damn San Jose." Gunther didn't understand the subtle exposition at all, but it didn't prevent him from taking the opportunity to vent his emotions. After five days of siege and before the siege began, the barbarians got impatient.

He doesn't care about how much time it takes for the engineers and soldiers of the army to cut wood and make equipment.

"Gunther definitely didn't understand anything." Abu put his hands in his pockets, with a thick dog fur hat on his head, and smiled wickedly.

"I really want to beat you up!" Gunther was still afraid of his lord, and he didn't buy into the others at all, and rolled his eyes with disdain, "Why didn't I understand? Isn't it Pompeii playing cards with Stuart, how can I not understand how to play cards?"

Abramovich and Hurt looked at each other silently, and shrugged tacitly at the same time.

"Ah..." The lord sighed, feeling that it was a long way to go to let the fools under his hands understand what the big picture is.

Li Cha raised the telescopic lens again, looked at the wall of Lindong City, straightened his back and remained motionless.

It's not that the lord is so keen on scouting, he would rather go and see the maids brought by other legions when he has the time.

Instead, there is a drawing board as tall as a person standing next to him, and a middle-aged man wearing a beret is busy with concentration.

This is the court painter sent by His Majesty Sargerei, and was asked to paint a picture of the Eagle Knight by name. The title is "Knights Investigate Winter City". The line draft is almost finished, and Li Cha won't have to suffer anymore after finishing it.

He always felt that the name of this painter named Monet was familiar.

"Li Cha, the city is about to be attacked." Bedric yelled from the side.

"Let's start." The lord maintained his original posture without moving.

Although the Dragon Claw Legion was also assigned a part of the mission, it had nothing to do with him and Bedrick. On the surface, it was because the two guest armies suffered too much losses before, so they should train and rotate. In fact, if you think about it with your toes, you can tell that it must be that the upper echelons of the legion feel that they have the chance to win, and they start to make small calculations for the attribution of military achievements.

Li Cha doesn't even have the slightest idea of ​​being strong at the moment, especially in a battle like a siege that is destined to cause heavy casualties, whoever wants to go will go. There are only a few hundred mouths in the Gaoshan Fort, and it can't stand it at all.

On the top of the cold winter wall, the priest is spreading holy water for the soldiers. This kind of liquid that has been blessed by divine magic is undoubtedly effective, so the soldiers stopped their chests and stood upright.

Suddenly a female priest came out from the blind spot covered by the city wall and broke into the field of vision provided by the telescope tube. Li Cha's eyes immediately began to stick to her face.

"When I succeed in the future, I have to kill this kind of atmosphere." Bedrick was obviously a little upset.

"Hmm." The lord responded perfunctorily. He felt that the female pastor was so serious just by looking at her facial features, at least not in the top ten in his past experience. But combined together, there is a very "monster" feeling, especially the matchmaker mole at the corner of the mouth is just the finishing touch.

"What are you looking at?" Bedric pushed aside to try to share the tube.

"Draw me, don't move." Li Cha's shoulders shook, pushing Bedrick almost to the ground.

The contrast between this face and the pastor's robe on her was really sharp, like a small hook, which tickled people's hearts. The lord realized that he was not the only one, the guards on the city wall were more or less peeking out of the corner of their eyes, even the most pious priests were no exception. Li Cha watched and gradually felt sympathy, she must have worked very hard just buttoning her buttons every day.

"Master Richard, the line draft is finished, you don't have to continue to maintain the posture." The artist kindly reminded.

"Hmm." The Lord Lord reluctantly put down the lens tube after a while.

"What have you detected?" Bedric asked.

Li Cha wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth, and opened his mouth to respond: "According to my observation, the Stuarts have lost their morale, and we will definitely win this battle in Pompeii."

"Really..." Bedric's eyes were full of suspicion.