Ride and Cut

If one only looked at the comparison of strength, when the initial attack on Winter City was launched, probably no one would have thought that after a month of hard work, the dawn of victory would not be seen.

Reality is sometimes more absurd than delusion. The situation that was unimaginable at the beginning has now become a reality.

Pompeii launched at least three relatively large-scale offensives, rushed to the top of the city several times, and once caused heavy losses to the defenders in the city. But Winter City is still standing there, in the hands of the Stuarts, and there is no sign of wavering.

After suffering a big loss at the beginning, General Pinto, the commander of Pompeii, became obviously much more cautious. The subsequent tactical arrangements began to truly show the background of a military power.

Li Cha was eye-opening. The high level of offense and defense on both sides and the resolute execution of tactics made him feel that his previous wars were just child's play.

"When will this battle be the end?" Bedric had just finished an "Element Elimination" and was in a cold sweat from the pain. He stopped by Alpine Fort to drink two cups of hot wine.

"If you ask me, who will I ask?" Li Cha threw a fur to Bedrick. It's been getting colder lately, and it's not that warm in the tent at all. The lord doesn't care, but the Crown Prince of Pompeii is already blue from the cold.

"I think a kind of heat-generating armor should be developed." Baker blew his nose vigorously, and rubbed his fingers on the soles of his shoes twice. "A heat-generating magic circle is engraved on the chest and back to ensure warmth in even colder days."

"You are so squeamish, what's wrong with this, the weather in my hometown can only be considered normal." Gunther curled his lips in disdain. This burly man is still open to the present, which makes Bedrick fearful and envious.

"Where is your hometown?" His Royal Highness the Crown Prince asked cautiously.

"The Arctic Ice Field."

"..."

Li Cha looked at Bedrick's stricken face, and laughed a few times. Before he could speak, the door curtain was suddenly lifted from the outside, and someone walked into the tent with the cold wind.

"Who, you let all the warm air go!" Bedric wrapped his fur fur tightly angrily.

"It's me." Suffolk's eyes were full of bloodshot eyes. The once high-spirited army commander was obviously tired and silent than before.

As the chief officer of the Legion who was a staff officer, he was eager to prove his talents. At first, I thought that there would be no suspense at all to break through the city of Winter, so when assigning tasks, I tried my best to cover everything.

As a result, Winter City is like a copper pea, anyone who bites into it will have to shatter his teeth. After fighting for a whole month, half of the Dragon Claw Legion was abolished, and the city was still so far away.

Suffolk saw several people sitting cross-legged around the fire in the tent, and he followed suit, taking the last vacant seat.

"This stove is so strange." He suddenly found that the shape of the stove in front of him was very strange. Not only is there a gate at the bottom, but also an iron cylinder is connected to the outside of the tent, which is completely different from the usual brazier.

"I asked the blacksmith to do it." The lord waved his hand, "It's just a gadget, it has no special purpose, except that there is no smoke in the house."

Suffolk looked down for a while, he could vaguely see the function of various parts, forced a smile on his tired face: "What a delicate idea."

"You want me to ask the blacksmith to make the same one." The lord knew that there must be something wrong with this old guy, but he deliberately rambled about and didn't talk about the real thing.

"Get me one too," Bedric interjected. He came to the site of Alpine Castle only to eat and drink, if not for Suffolk's reminder, he really never noticed anything special about the stove.

"No, I'm here to inform you." Suffolk looked up into the eyes of the lord of Alpine Castle, "The Ripper Brigade will participate in the next attack on Winter City."

"What!" Li Cha's sudden increase in volume could make a hole in the tent. He knew that the head of the army suddenly came to the door, and nothing good would happen!

"Master Pinto ordered your general." Suffolk scratched his head, dandruff immediately fell like snow, "My lord believes that the Ripper brigade that defeated the Blood Knight must have the power to create miracles."

"Wori, what can I do about it?" Richard didn't have any bullshit interest.

Alpine Fort hadn't received a decent combat mission this month, and was basically paddling the whole time. He is a bystander who can see clearly.

The spellcasting power gathered by Pompeii is indeed powerful. The ice priest and the magician can often overwhelm the opponent's spellcaster, and the city wall is cut short.

But if you don't use it, you don't need it, and it doesn't change in the slightest because of how gorgeous the process is.

Seedorf is worthy of being a famous general, and his defensive tactics are too flexible and ingenious. The lord has lamented countless times that the reputation is really worthy, so he doesn't want to go by himself at all.

"You should know that soldiers have no choice but to obey orders." Suffolk drooped his eyelids. "General Pinto has high hopes for you. All support will be maximized, and there will be no fewer friendly troops to cooperate with."

"Okay, when?" Li Cha began to think about how to paddle.

"Six days from the morning, you have a long time to prepare."

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The cramped small study room, the old oak bookshelves, tables and chairs are outdated, the wool carpet has long since faded, and the wallpaper on the wall has also turned yellow and curled. Everything here is like a projection from a certain era in the past to the present, carefully preserved for someone to remember.

Bernard, who was as strong as a bear, walked quickly towards the back in front of the desk, stopped two steps away and nodded.

"My lord, we have received a message from the communication magic stone."

The formidable old man seemed to be dozing off, and Bernard wanted him to rest, but this news was too important to delay.

"Oh?" Seedorf blinked his eyes twice and quickly pulled himself together.

Fighting against the magnificent Pompeii army with limited troops is like walking a tightrope, one mistake will lead to undoing. When Pompey was helpless for Seedorf's exquisite command, he was actually under a lot of pressure. Especially for an old man, it is quite a severe physical test.

"Let me guess, it's good news this time?" Seedorf smiled with his eyes bent into crescents. Although he was tired, it was not difficult to see that he was in a good mood.

Even in such a difficult situation, he can still maintain optimism and peace of mind. Although this ability is not earth-shattering, it is enough to show the extremely tough inner world of a veteran.

"It's really good news." Bernard laughed together, "Our reinforcements have arrived. Twelve thousand people from the three legions are about to arrive in Winter City, including elites like Thunderfury. And just now the military department also sent us a letter, saying that a larger group of reinforcements will arrive soon."

"Reinforcements?" Seedorf deliberately blew his beard and stared, picked up a piece of maple syrup from the porcelain plate on the table and threw it into his mouth, "I never thought I would see them again in my lifetime. But the city of Winter has been besieged by Pompeii, how will our reinforcements enter the city?"

"My lord, they seem to be sure to use the cover of night to hide from Pompeii."

"That's it..." Seedorf held his forehead and fell into deep thought. It is certainly not as easy as it sounds to break through the blockade at night. The reinforcements may be carrying some magic items to be so sure, but no matter what, at least the city gate will need to be opened briefly to welcome them in.

Opening the city gate itself is quite dangerous, but the loss of the only 30,000 city guards in Cold Winter City is too great, and it is worth taking some risks for the replenishment of troops.

"What night are they going to come over?" Seedorf picked up the quill and randomly drew meaningless lines on the paper. He began to think about how to arrange in advance so that the Pompeii people would not dare to act rashly even if they found that the city gate was open.

He didn't know who the opponent's commander was, but he also vaguely felt that it wasn't too powerful, so it shouldn't be difficult to deceive.

"The plan is in the wee hours of the morning five days from now," Bernard replied respectfully.