After hesitating for a while, the Norman Grand Duke Cavigh had a sharp gaze, and suddenly saw hundreds of vultures constantly hovering in the air on the corpses, as if he thought of something, laughed in his mouth, and said three good words in a row

"Okay, good, good Silver Bird Hill, everyone will return with me, and the army will be stationed in Baiqiu on the spot!"

Three days later,

Under the heavy snow, the Silver Bird Hill is covered with hills that rise and fall like ocean waves, making people feel the magnificence of the terrain at a glance, and anyone will feel a sense of powerlessness in such a natural beauty.

Reposti stood on a high ground in the Silver Bird Hill, the beautiful land of the lookout with slightly frowning eyebrows, a slight worry in the center of his eyebrows, the 20,000 Normandy troops advancing towards the Silver Bird Hill stopped at the white hill at the entrance of the Silver Bird Hill three days ago, and put on a posture of waiting for backups.

Reposti, who was preparing for the final battle at Silver Bird Hill, was a little surprised, but he felt that it was reasonable to lose the 10,000 forward cavalry with the highest mobility, and the orthodox squeezing tactics that the Normans wanted to rely on were undoubtedly difficult to continue.

There are only two options left,

One is to ignore a qiē, forcibly lead the rest of the army into the Silver Bird Hill, and have already built a defensive line in the Silver Bird Hill expeditionary force to fight to the death, which is very unfavorable in the case of the front being destroyed and the morale of the whole army is shaken, compared with the demoralized Normandy army, because of the victory of the Battle of Silver Bird Hill, the morale of the expeditionary force has also reached the peak since the landing, originally permeated in the expeditionary force, the fear of hatred and fear of the Normans has been completely transformed into a desire for a new victory with this great victory, and the spirit of the soldiers of the expeditionary force is becoming more and more like a real imperial army。

The second is to choose to stop the offensive and choose a favorable terrain to block the activities of the expeditionary force, which is the correct approach, and the so-called local advantage is reflected here, as long as it stops, there will be an opportunity to draw new reinforcements from all over the body, and this kind of material will be quickly replenished. As the power continues to increase, the Normans will eventually complete the maximum build-up of power,

And now is the coldest winter, the Normans with the advantage of the homeland do not have to worry about supplies and food, the longer this confrontation continues, the more unfavorable it will be for the expeditionary force, the supply of tens of thousands of people, plus the rescued Salander slaves, the number has reached about 40,000, and the daily consumption of food is measured by tons. If all of them are transported by the guò navy, it is an astronomical amount,

In order to support the expeditionary force, the number of transport ships mobilized by the Navy has reached a huge number of 70, accounting for two-thirds of the number of transport ships in the navy's attack fleet, but even so, even if the transport ships have a smooth journey on the road, it will take nearly a week to make a round trip from the sea center Antoros. Time and this cruel winter are becoming the greatest dilemma of the expeditionary force,

"What should we do now? It is obviously not good for us to continue to be trapped like this!" said Deputy Commander Aglins from the rear of the line. With the snowflakes that fell last night,

His eyes were red like a rabbit, and he was clearly in the same confusion, "Based on the stock of food we have brought with us this time, plus the grain we have recently looted from the villages along the coast. We won't be able to hold out for more than 4 days, and after 4 days, if the convoy doesn't arrive on time. Even if the fleet arrives as scheduled, we will have to send a third of our limited strength back to transport food."

Yagrin glanced at the snowy hills in the distance, and his voice paused before he said, "The Normandian scouts have been watching us all along, and if it is difficult to cover them up during a large-scale movement, I am afraid that they will take this opportunity to attack the defensive line! The terrain of the Silver Sparrow Hill is not in our favor, now they are hunters, and we are the prey! They are waiting for us to be hungry and exhausted!"

"yes, that's what I feel most conflicted about!"

Reposti retracted his gaze from a distance, sighed worriedly, and said, "When His Majesty Falcon gave the battle order, he pointed out to me that "the core of the battle of Normandy lies in the fight for time, and whoever can control the time will control the initiative of the entire battle." When I first received this instruction, I only partially understood it, and I thought that the time in the mouth of His Majesty of the Falcon should mean that we should force the main Normandian army to enter into a decisive battle with us when it could not be fully assembled, so as to weaken the opponent's advantage in fighting at home, but now I suddenly realize how wrong I am. Yagrin asked with a puzzled expression, according to his understanding, this should be what His Majesty meant, so they made a battle plan to fight the Silver Sparrow "Of course not!" A wry smile appeared on the corner of Reposti's mouth, his eyes looked at the undulating hills in the distance, and he said slowly, "The so-called time in His Majesty's mouth is the meaning of the dominance of this battle, in fact, it refers to the supply line of the expeditionary force,

In the unfavorable conditions such as the cold winter and the open sea, which is difficult for the empire to take care of, the transportation of every grain of our grain is difficult, the eastern coast of Normandy is hard frozen soil, the soil that can grow crops is very limited, and the military rations can only be transported from distant countries, and they have to transit through Antoros, so it is difficult for us to feed our war by war like the Normans in Salander,

The barren land, the long ocean, and our long and ineffective supply lines are the biggest weakness, and now, the Normans have obviously understood this trick before us, they only need to hold on to the spot, draw more troops from the rear, as long as we are exhausted and the food is exhausted, even if we do not take the initiative to attack, the expeditionary force will destroy itself without a fight, such an arrangement completely disrupted our well-planned plan for the Battle of Silver Bird Hill, not only in an instant, but also let the expeditionary force all the hard work of the night in vain! And let's crucify ourselves in this Silver Bird Hill" "In this case, we have to give up Silver Bird Hill!" Jagrin's face changed, and although he did not want to admit it, the current predicament undoubtedly proved the correctness of this reasoning

Reposti shook his head and said, "No! If we give up Silver Bird Hill, we will be in a situation where there is no danger to defend, and the opponent's army only needs to press steadily as before, and every one we have gained will be in vain! There is an enemy in front and a sea in the back, and if the 20,000 expeditionary forces want to survive one-tenth of it, it will be an unattainable luxury!" "If you can't defend it, you can't withdraw it." Are we just here to die?"

Yagrin punched the pine and cypress trunk next to him with an indignant expression, a large snowflake fell from above, and a small tree fork hit Jaglins's helmet, making a crisp sound, Yagrin subconsciously shrank his head, and found that it was just a small fork, and the heavy kick of the tree fork broke into two, and then he looked up and saw Reposti with a strange face, his eyes staring at the broken branch "What's wrong with you?" Jaglins asked with some annoyance, "It's nothing." I just don't think we have to die!" Reposti took a deep breath and looked up, his deep gaze removed from the branches, and a somewhat penetrating smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, "Really!" Jagrin said with a look of joy on his face and a little worried, "Are you sure you don't suffer from paranoia?"

"Hehe, what am I lying to you for!" Reposti coughed in a choked voice, crouched down, and picked up two broken branches from the ground. Holding it in his hand, revealing only the front section, he then reached in front of Jarlins and said in a condensed voice, "Come." Smoke one, choose one of the two!"

"What do you mean?" asked Yagrins, puzzled

"Whoever draws the short one will go back to transport the grain!" Reposti's face became more and more stern, and he said coldly, "The other one is responsible for defending the Silver Bird Hill!"

"That's what you're talking about?"

Yagrin scolded back angrily. Looking at Reposti, who had a stern face, there was an urge to kick hard, this guy likes to take advantage from beginning to end. The two branches were picked up by himself, the one was long and the other was short, naturally he knew it very well in his heart.

"Come on, choose one of the two, and see which of the two of us has more luck!" Reposti thought about squeezing his eyebrows, and then pouted at the branch, and said, "Actually, the person who stays will not necessarily die, maybe the other party will miss the opportunity because of hesitation! This is no way, come on, anyway, it is not necessarily you who stay."

"If you don't smoke it, then I'll smoke it first!Don't worry, I'll take care of your family anyway, so you don't have to worry too much when you get to that side......" Seeing that Yagrin was still unmoved, Reposti muttered to himself, stretching out a hand to pull out one of the branches, which was the one on the left, which was obviously shorter than the one next to it in terms of size and length of branches

At the moment when Reposti's hand was about to touch the branch, Yagrin was already in a hurry, pulled out the other one, looked at the short branch that was only the length of his thumb, and sneered at the corner of his mouth, "Do you think I'm going to fall for you? So many years of friends, I don't know how many fancy intestines you have!" "Okay, you win!" Reposti stood up in frustration, quietly put another short branch with only one head into his pocket, and said in his mouth. Tomorrow we will withdraw according to the plan, but before that, our defensive position must be moved forward, otherwise we will really be crucified here!" "Move forward?" Jagrin was stunned for a moment, "I'm going to push the defensive line to the mountain pass!" Reposti smiled at the corner of his mouth, took a circle on the ground with his foot, nodded a point with his foot, and said" This is our position, low on all sides and high in the middle, if we don't limit the pass, the Norman scouts will see our every move clearly, only in this way, we will have a chance to delay!" "You are committing suicide by doing this!" Jagrin's face changed, he is also a good commander, of course he knows that once the Normans find out that the defensive force is wrong, they are likely to launch an all-out attack, "On the second day after arriving at the pass, I will retreat step by step to the current place!" A sly smile appeared on the corner of Reposti's mouth, and he said confidently, "If you have ever encountered an ambush on this mountain pass, and the enemy gradually retreats, accompanied by an inexplicable drastic reduction in troops, what would be your first thought?" "Ambush!" Jagrin suddenly realized, "That's right, we only have to gamble!" Reposti said with a grim expression, "This can drag on at least 2 days!" "What about after 2 days? It will take 3 days to transport grain to get here!" Yagrin took a deep breath, "What else, of course I'm waiting for you to save my life!" Reposti glanced at Yagrin with a twisted face, showed a sudden look, and said, "I didn't expect you to be such a person, you owe me money and don't change it, and you can't save you when you die!" (To be continued.) )