You and me under the world tree

In fact, in any kingdom, it would be distasteful to utter such words when the sovereign was describing ideas and ideas that approximated a plan of battle.

However, this is Hungary after all.

For fighters living on the eastern plains, they naturally had to prepare for the worst.

So everyone is used to it, including Etzel.

"Failed?"

"Ah."

"If you fail, you will fail. Anyway, more than half a year has passed, and there are no results and achievements. We are not in a hurry. At worst, we will go home and farm. Anyway, spring is coming soon. If we don't run away, those hibernating monsters should go out. But go No matter what, I had to beat him up."

Having said that, Etzel couldn't help showing a sneer.

"After all, the current Goth... No, Elmrich has reached his limit now, a war that has lasted for more than half a year, and the territory he rules should not be able to raise any supplies."

Then the king knocked on his bone table.

"So, today, let's discuss what we should get from Goth."

"food?"

"mineral?"

"Stone materials are also fine, let's strengthen the material storage point."

"Let them pay us tribute every year. This will also relieve the pressure on the various ranches, right?"

In the Hungarian camp, the soldiers and military advisers began to discuss these things in one go.

However, they all tacitly did not mention a word: casualties, losses.

Facing the coming war, they are not pessimistic—even though they know that people in Hungary have been dying for more than half a year.

And this is not because of other reasons, but because compared with the past, the death rate in Hungary has been reduced a lot.

They are never afraid of death.

Even if this means the end of life, they will not show timidity, but extraordinarily optimistic.

It is difficult for anyone to understand the thinking of their generation.

The cruel situation in the eastern plains made them develop the strange cognition of "living is earning", and it would be great if they could fight for a future and a good background for their families.

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Two updates today_(:з」∠)_

Chapter 51: Guidance from the Angel

The warriors of Hungary have courage and perseverance beyond the cognition of ordinary people, and these determine that they will become powerful and excellent fighters.

Coupled with on-the-spot incentives such as honors and rewards, they can often burst out with a strong will to fight.

But in the final analysis, the most important reason is because they have always had the upper hand in this war.

Although they had no way to conquer the thick eastern defense line, those who were suppressed could not get out of the city wall.

In fact, at the very beginning, under the leadership of Wittig, the Gothic warriors were able to launch a counter-charge beyond the city wall, but that relied on Wittig's own personal bravery and the extraordinary horse under his crotch. war horse.

Skemin...

This tall white horse, closely related to Grani the Lord of Hosts, possesses unrivaled strength.

It can leap over high shield walls, trample the ground, and shake enemies with shock.

And as long as it is there, and even takes the lead in charging, the Gothic fighters will have enough ability to overwhelm the Hungarian cavalry formation no matter how tired they are.

Although most of the warriors in Hungary have excellent riding skills, most of the horses in Hungary should theoretically be the fastest in Midgard.

However, they are just mortal horses after all.

Facing the descendants of the eight-legged gods like Skeming, there is no advantage at all.

So if it is just blind cavalry hedging, then Hungary will only increase losses for nothing.

Therefore, Hungary adopted a tactic that theoretically only they can adopt: see-saw and guerrilla.

To put it simply, it is to take the horses to the front line to attack the city, and once they find that the Gothic cavalry intends to charge out of the city, they immediately drop the heavy objects and turn on the horses, and continue to harass the Gothic heavy cavalry on the plain in the form of riding and shooting guerrillas.

This tactic was originally used to deal with those monsters, and the reason why the Hungarian fighters seem to be versatile and even have excellent equestrian skills.

That's because most of the warriors who couldn't fight on horseback died in the fight with monsters.

And in this tug-of-war with ferocious monsters and fighting for living land, Gothic can only add losses for nothing.

In the end, although Wittig and the others stationed on the eastern defense line could theoretically organize a cavalry charge, they never dared to leave the city.

After being crushed in the city wall, Hungary resumed its old routine:

Drive away the monsters to attack the city.

Although there was no major effect in essence, for the Hungarian fighters, the war was actually very stable.

They have an entire kingdom as their logistics, and these soldiers who came out to participate in the war have not yet reached the level that can hurt the whole kingdom.

Thinking about it carefully, except for the great king Etzel who personally led them, the entire kingdom still maintained the most basic operations under the governance of their wise and beautiful queen Heljie.

This kind of operation can ensure that they can have a continuous supply of materials.

If it doesn't work, their great king Etzel can kill a few monsters himself to feed the soldiers in the barracks.

With no worries, their lives are very comfortable. Even if they just fight the war of attrition and drag it on for a year or so, they are sure that they can win the final victory.

On the contrary, it is the Gothic side that should worry about the outcome of this war.

For them, whether it is the fighters from Hungary or the monsters they drove.

Each of their sieges means irreversible losses.

Not to mention being completely suppressed, the growing casualties hung over them like a lingering cloud.

Because of this, even though they still maintained their normal patrol work, the soldiers on the city wall all looked sluggish.

Because they don't know how long they can live, and more importantly, some people with a keen sense of smell have already noticed something.

Their food is dwindling...

Although there is no way to compare this kind of thing in the near future.

But soldiers always think about some messy things in their spare time.

Like food or something.

It is precisely because eating is a rare time for Gothic fighters to relax, so they think about such things.

Over time, when the reduction in food has been noticed, there is even a saying of 'lack of food' in the barracks.

This once caused panic.

But soon, the sufficient food distributed dispelled the doubts in the soldiers' hearts.

As the supreme commander here, the brave Wittig claimed that the material transportation was only a few days late.

However, only a few people understand the specific situation.

They're running out of food...

Moreover, there is no food to be raised in the border areas.

Although if they were all squeezed out in a form similar to plundering, they would be able to raise another sum of money and food.

Wittig, however, had no such thoughts.

With exhaustion in his heart, the soldier walked slowly into his room.

But before he could sit down, wash his face and calm down, he saw a glow in his room.

For a moment, he immediately became vigilant.

But soon, a figure walked out of the brilliance.

"Hello, Wittig."

"who are you?"

Subconsciously blocking the Holy Sword Mimonger in front of him, Wittig said in a cold voice.

But soon, he had an answer to this aspect deep in his heart.

"So that's the case. Are the people in Xionglan a little restless? So they are thinking of assassination?"

Speaking of this, Wittig revealed an incomprehensible sense of relaxation between his words.

Not because of anything else, because for him and the Gothic garrison now, what is most needed is 'change'.

And if the King of Hungary sent someone to assassinate him, it would not be a bad thing, but a good thing.

Because this means that the man named Etzel is also getting anxious. Maybe Etzel will attack again before the food is completely exhausted and the entire army declines.

This is the only chance for Wittig now.

However, to his disappointment, the man who appeared suddenly shook his head slowly in the face of his vigilant but expectant eyes.

"I know you are eager to defeat the enemy, Wittig, but I am not from Hungary, but from the sky."

Above the sky...

After realizing this, Wittig first glanced up at the ceiling, and then his mind went wild.

He is not a person who is good at hiding his thoughts, so soon, Hermod saw the shocked expression he was expecting.

"This war has attracted the attention of the gods, mortal warrior, and your heroic battle has won the approval of the gods."

Hermod just stared at Wittig's expression, watching his expression change from surprise to joy.

"So, the great king of the gods specially sent me to guide you and give you a way out."

"Are you here to help me defeat Hungary?"

Facing Wittig's expectant eyes, Hermod slowly shook his head.

"Etzel is the hero chosen by the gods, the whip of the gods, no one can stop his footsteps."

"..."

Eventually, the smile on Wittig's face faded.

And Hermod also said the last words:

"Give up, Wittig, leave or serve Hungary, don't stop God's Whip, he is destined to have a huge war with Dietrich."

"what……"

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The second is later, maybe in the afternoon or evening.

Chapter 52: Pursuit? Unworthy!

For a moment, Wittig felt as though he had misheard.

And he also hoped that at this time, there was really something wrong with his ears.

Because what did he hear?

God's Chosen Hero?

No one can stop it?

However, Hermod's expression proved that he was not joking.