Ride and Cut

Human ingenuity is at its best when it is used to kill fellow humans. From what the lord has personally seen and heard, this seems to be true in both worlds.

Li Cha couldn't help being speechless when he saw the scene in front of him. He wouldn't be simply shocked by the destructive power, after all, he had seen too many powerful weapons in his previous life.

Gather more than a dozen well-trained mages to cooperate with each other to form elemental resonance through coordinated spellcasting in order to shorten the casting time and increase the power of spells. Only one country can produce such a big deal.

Masters are not little soldiers, they have status and status. It is not easy to gather enough numbers, let alone make them cooperate with each other honestly-most mages are very "independent".

It has to be said that Pompeii has a profound heritage as a traditional power. How magic plays a role in military operations has already been supported by a set of mature tactics, which is completely different from ordinary folk wild mages.

Even with such a long distance, the shrill screams of dying were still clearly audible. Li Cha felt that if there were no accidents, there should not be many living people left on the wall.

It was the first time for the group of country bumpkins in Gaoshanbao to see such a big scene, and they were all shocked from ear to ear. Although both this and Nehru's fireball technique can be collectively referred to as fireball, the gap between them is probably even greater than that of rhinos and snails.

Pompeii's infantry had already set off, and they seemed to feel that they had won the battle, and they sang "Gods protect Pompeii" in unison. This is a military song that has been sung since the founding of the country thousands of years ago. Under the cover of this song, the Pompeii soldiers have launched countless offensives that sacrificed their lives, and finally won the victory.

They walked in neat steps, pushing the tall columbine cart.

All the way forward was as easy as a picnic, and there was no decent attack until the cold winter city wall. The ladders and carts leaned against the wall, and the infantry began to climb up like ants.

At that moment, even Li Cha couldn't help but think that Winter City was about to be breached. After all, the Pompeii mages were outrageously generous, and it was not impossible to directly destroy the opponent's morale.

But when the Pompeii infantry climbed to the top of the wall, the smiles froze on their faces.

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In the cold winter city, there is a small two-story stone building, and the messengers are coming in and out like flowing water.

It may not be very eye-catching from the outside, but it is actually the "brain" of tens of thousands of defenders. The furnishings in the room are also very simple. Several staff officers are warming up around the red clay stove. A few small potatoes, which are suitable for snacks, are simmering on the edge of the stove.

Seedorf's status was not very high when he was young, and the simple living habits he developed at that time stayed with him throughout his life. Even if some of the subordinates are very prominent, they still have to obey the will of the chief officer.

"If our Air Knights have the upper hand, it will indeed be more convenient in terms of investigation." Seedorf's unhurried voice flowed in the room, "But if our side is at a disadvantage, there is no need to worry about it."

A group of subordinate officers and officers were listening carefully, showing a thoughtful look from time to time.

Cold Winter City faced an embarrassing situation when deploying its defenses. That is, the air cavalry is completely unable to fight against the enemy, so they can only let the Pompeian falcon knights fly around for investigation.

In their view, this problem has no solution at all, but whenever someone was worried about it before, Seedorf always said that there is no need to worry. They have never understood why, and now the answer is finally about to be revealed.

"You must know that when the sky knight scouts at high altitude, you can only see very vague color patches on the ground. Sometimes you can make good use of this feature, but it can give the other party wrong information and cause misleading." Seedorf took out a piece of canvas strip in his hand, showing a childlike smug smile on his old face.

The faces of the listeners suddenly showed enlightened expressions.

Cold Winter City had a few months of preparation before the soldiers approached the city. At that time, for the sake of city defense, all the houses adjacent to the city wall had been demolished, and many military buildings such as military depots, archery towers, and mage towers had been rebuilt. In the event of repeated hand-to-hand combat for the city wall, support can be provided conveniently.

Seedorf ordered that a layer of canvas be covered on top of these military buildings, and that the color and style must follow his unified plan.

At that time, everyone couldn't understand it, but now they all understand it!

Aerial knights are afraid of the firepower of mages and bed crossbows on the ground, so they can only stay in the sky to investigate. Their eyesight is limited, and at that height, it is impossible to distinguish details. Even a very poor camouflage can be very confusing to them.

Therefore, they will definitely think that those cloth covers are the roofs of ordinary houses, and they will never think that Winter City has fully prepared for the battle for the wall.

Everyone was immediately amazed.

You must know that due to the severe scarcity in number, the sky knight is a non-mainstream unit that rarely appears in the war. Most of the people present didn't know much about them, let alone make any targeted arrangements. From this small detail, you can also get a glimpse of the leopard. Seedorf's accumulated experience is simply comprehensive and terrifying.

"My lord, why did you let the militiamen and volunteers put on the armor of the city defense army and be the first to stand on the city wall?" Bernard was as humble as a child beside Seedorf.

He knew that this decision was completely correct, otherwise it would be the regular army instead of the militia that was sweeping with the enhanced version of the Pompeii trebuchet.

This is not cold-blooded, but a necessary trade-off. If someone is bound to be bombed, it is a natural choice to preserve a more elite city defense force.

This is a war of 30,000 against 200,000, and Winter City has no room for hypocrisy.

"Thinking." Seedorf nodded his forehead with a serious face, not only explaining but also teaching, "A good general must learn to think from the perspective of the enemy, think desperately, and rack his brains."

"We are fighting a country with the power of a province, so it is inevitable that the power of spellcasting will be suppressed by the opponent." He looked around, like an old lion looking around the territory, "Then what will the opponent do?"

"We will suppress the defenders on the wall and assist our infantry to climb the wall." Bernard said dryly. Once again, he clearly realized how immature he was in front of this old man.

"That's right, they did." Seedorf nodded with a smile, but suddenly raised his voice, and said in a volume close to shouting: "Everyone! Our strength is weaker than the enemy. There is no doubt about it, but now we have two advantages—"

"First, the enemy did not achieve the preset goal. They don't know it, but we know it!"

"Second, we have made advance arrangements for this situation, and the enemy also doesn't know it!"

Seedorf's old and resonant voice rolled like thunder, and the power contained in it would make the dragon feel ashamed: "I have emphasized to you countless times that the essence of command lies in poor information! So now, what should we do?"

"Counterattack." The officers shouted in unison.

"Go!"