Ride and Cut

If you only look at the comparison of strengths, when you first attacked Winter City, probably no one would have thought that after a month of hard work, there would be no hope of victory.

Reality is sometimes more absurd than delusion. Situations that were unimaginable have now become reality.

Pompeii launched at least three relatively large-scale offensives, rushed to the head of the city several times, and once caused painful losses to the city's defenders. But Winter City still stands there today, and it is in the hands of the Stuarts, and there is no tendency to waver at all.

After the first big loss, General Pinto, the commander of Pompeii, became 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 offensive and defensive and the resolute execution of tactics made him feel that his previous wars were nothing but children's play.

"When will this battle be the head?" Bederick had just finished the "Elemental Elimination" and was sweating with pain. He stopped by to drink two cups of hot wine on the site of the Gaoshan Fort.

"You ask me who I want to go." Richard threw a piece of fur to Bedrick. The weather has been getting colder recently, and the tent is not warm at all. Lord Lord doesn't matter, but Crown Prince Pompeii is already blue with cold.

"I think we should develop a kind of heat-generating armor." Baker blew his nose vigorously and rubbed his fingers on the soles of the shoes twice.

"You are so squeamish, this is nowhere, it can only be regarded as normal weather in my hometown." Gunther curled his lips disdainfully. The brawny man is still open, making Bedrick fearful and envious.

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

"The Arctic Ice Sheet."

"..."

Richard looked at Bedrick with a squishy face, and laughed a little bit strangely. Before he had time to speak, the door curtain was suddenly opened from the outside, and someone walked into the tent with the cold wind.

"Who, a little warmth let you go!" Bedrick wrapped his fur angrily.

"It's me." Suffolk's eyes were full of dense bloodshot eyes. The once energetic legionnaire was obviously more tired and silent than before.

As the chief officer of the army, he was eager to prove his talents. At first I thought that there was no suspense in breaking the Winter City.

As a result, Winter City is like a copper pea, and anyone who bites it has to break his teeth. After a whole month of fighting, the Dragon Claw Legion was destroyed by half, and the city was still so far away.

Suffolk saw a few people in the tent sitting cross-legged around the stove, and he followed suit, sitting down in the last empty seat.

"This stove is strange." He suddenly realized that the shape of the stove in front of him was strange. Not only is there a gate underneath, but also an iron barrel is attached to the outside of the tent, which is completely different from the usual brazier.

"I let the blacksmith do it." The lord waved his hand. "It's nothing special. There is no special use, but there is no smoke in the house."

Suffolk looked down and observed for a while, he could vaguely see what the various parts were doing, and forced a smile on his tired face: "What a delicate mind."

"You have to like me and let the blacksmith make the same thing." The lord knew that this old man must have something to do, but he deliberately talked about it and didn't talk about business matters.

"Get me one too." Bedrick interjected. He came to the site of Alpine Fort only to eat and drink, if it hadn't been for Suffolk's reminder, he had never noticed what was special about the stove.

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

"What!" Richard's sudden increase in volume can make a hole in the top of the tent. He knew that the commander of the legion came to the door suddenly, it was nothing good!

"Master Pinto called your general." Suffolk scratched his head, and the dandruff fell down like snow. "My lord believes that the Ripper team that defeated the blood knights must have the power to create miracles."

"Worri, what can I do about this?" Richard was not interested in any shit.

This month, Gaoshan Fort did not receive a decent combat mission, and it was basically paddling the entire process. He can be regarded as a bystander, and he can see clearly.

Pompeii's collected spellcasting power is indeed powerful. The ice and snow priest and the magician can often suppress the opponent's spellcaster so that they can't lift their heads, and the city walls are abruptly cut short.

But if the bird is used or not, the bird is used or not, and it doesn't change at all because of how gorgeous the process is.

Seedorf deserves to be a famous general, and his defensive tactics are too flexible and ingenious. The lord sighed that it was really worthwhile under the reputation for several times, so he didn't want to go on his own.

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

"Okay, when?" Richard began to figure out how to paddle with his stomach full.

"In the early morning six days later, you still have a long time to prepare."

...

The cramped small study, the old oak bookshelves and tables and chairs are all outdated styles, the wool carpets have long been scattered and faded, and the wallpaper on the walls 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.

The bear-like Bernard walked quickly to the back of the desk, and stopped two steps away, nodding his head.

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

The awesome old man seemed to be taking a nap with his head down. Bernard thought he wanted him to take a break, but the news this time was too important to delay.

"Oh?" Seedorf blinked his eyes twice, and quickly got up.

With the limited force in your hand, fighting against the pompei army with a luxurious lineup is like walking a tightrope. One carelessness is forever. When Pompeii was helpless for Seedorf's subtle command, the pressure he faced was not small at all. Especially for an old man, it is a very severe physical test.

"Let me guess, is this good news?" Seedorf smiled so that his eyes were crescent-shaped. Although he was tired, it was not difficult to see that he was in a good mood.

Even in such a difficult situation, I 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 an veteran.

"It's really good news." Bernard laughed along with him, "Our reinforcements are here, and 12,000 people from the three legions are about to arrive in Winter City, including elites like Thunder Fury. And the military department also just passed it on. Letter to us saying that reinforcements from the larger team will arrive soon."

"Reinforcement?" Seedorf deliberately blew his beard and stared, picked up a piece of maple syrup from the tabletop porcelain plate and threw it into his mouth. The surroundings have been besieged by Pompeii, how should our reinforcements enter the city?"

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

"That's it..." Seedorf squeezed his forehead and fell into contemplation. Of course, it is not as easy to break through the blockade at night. The reinforcements are likely to be so sure about what magic items are carried, but no matter what, it will take at least a short time. Open the city gate to take them in.

Opening the city gate itself is quite dangerous, but the only 30,000 city guards in Winter City have lost too much, and it is worth even taking some risks to replenish their strength.

"Which night are they going to come?" Seedorf picked up the quill and randomly drew meaningless lines on the paper. I started to figure out how to make arrangements in advance so that the Pompeii would not dare to act rashly even if the city gate was open.

He didn't know who the opposing commander was, but he also vaguely felt that he was not too powerful, and it shouldn't be difficult to cheat.

"The plan is in the early hours of the morning in five days." Bernard replied respectfully.