What? You say you're losing? What's the joke?"

Below the city, in the tent of the Wiegand army, Edward picked up a bottle of wine, laughed and handed it to a grim-faced commander Nolan.

Nolan looked at the king in front of him, but finally did not take the glass.

"I want you to be a just monarch. Nolan said righteously: "I used four times the enemy's strength to fight them on the plains, and in the end I actually occupied a disadvantage in the battle loss ratio, and made a joke about the collapse of the middle formation, if you don't punish me, not only will I be mentally unable to get by, but the gods and soldiers will not appreciate such a move." ”

However, Edward doesn't seem to care about such words.

With a smile still on his face, he looked at the guards and generals in front of him, all of whom had just returned from fighting at the front, and one of the generals had an arrow left for him by a soldier in the Dukedom of Connaughtain on his fur coat.

Edward plucked the arrow and held it high so that all in the tent could see it as if it were a rare treasure.

"An arrow hanging from a hide, it is worth more than a ruby. ”

Edward returned the arrow to the general, saying, "You should keep it, it is the mark of your valiant battle." The arrows hanging from his body, and the scars from the slashes of the sword, are ten times better than jewels for a warrior who has fought on the battlefield. ”

The soldiers all looked at Edward with some confusion, as if he had been saying something irrelevant.

Eventually, one of the soldiers couldn't help but interrupt Edward's words, reminding in a somewhat trembling voice:

"The King...... Your Majesty, the man you are now commending is the one who was the first to break down among his soldiers, and it is he who caused us to fall short at the threshold of our imminent victory......

The general, who had just taken the arrow, also knelt down, his fists clenched until the sharp part of the arrow pierced deep into the flesh.

"I am guilty, Your Majesty. ”

But Edward shook his head unconsciously, his gaze sharpened, and his hands tightly grasped the Weegand Tribal general who was about to kneel on the ground.

"I don't think you're guilty of anything! If so, it's my fault!"

As soon as these words came out, all the generals present were dumbfounded, they couldn't speak, but fortunately, Edward's performance was not over yet, so the embarrassment of being cold at this time was avoided.

"It was I who made our soldiers fight against the Great Prussians in armor made of animal skins, and I knew that the Great Prussians would have cavalry, but I couldn't find a good tactic to deal with them, and without iron armor and spears, no one could stand in front of a horse galloping towards him and keep his composure. What's more, on the back of the galloping war horse, there are also the most precious elite warriors of the Great Prus?"

At this point, Edward naturally straightened the soldier's bent knees, then let go of his hands and continued.

"We, the Wiegand people, are inherently poor and backward compared to the Great Pruce Empire, and this is a threshold that we cannot bypass, and only by admitting this can we be invincible in their struggle. ”

But poverty and backwardness are not our fault, but the tests given to us by the gods, and only after passing the tests can we continue to enjoy the qualifications to continue to live on this great road. Probably, there are many soldiers, and before this battle is fought, there are still many things that do not understand, why should I lead you to conquer the most difficult bone to gnaw on the Great Pruus, instead of conquering the weaker and more fertile lands. ”

"What I want to say is that you are right, Connaught is indeed one of the most difficult fortresses to conquer, and it is not so rich, and even its strategic significance is a stronghold that is difficult for us Wiegand to hold for a long time. ”

"Why, then, do we have to take down such a difficult stronghold now? Because the point of this battle is not only to capture something, but also to build our momentum! In the past, they called us barbarians, because in their historical records, we were always just a group of robbers who bullied the weak and feared the hard. I read a passage in one of their books about describing us, and it says so. ”

"'There are three scourges in the Far North, the blizzard, the snow wolf, and the Weggans, and the Weegand are more evil than the first two in the days when the kingship of the Northland is not flourishing. What does that mean? We're just border barbarians in their eyes, just some kind of naturally occurring disaster like a blizzard. They took the initiative to attack us, not in essence, to encroach on how much of our land, but to govern us like a crocodile that is rampant in a swamp!"

"So, I have made up my mind to prove our strength by taking a city that will be difficult for the Great Pruss to conquer on their own. Only in this way will they see us as an independent nation, and all strategic planning must start from this point of development. ”

When Edward said this, even the most mediocre and uneducated guard understood exactly what their king meant, and the frames of his glasses turned redder even more.

Edward set his sights on Nolan's face.

"I don't resent you for fighting like this, for the enemy you were supposed to deal with was the elite of the Great Prussians. In our shared recorded history, the city has never fallen. We're making history now, so there's nothing to worry about in the war, you know?"

"What's more, you also mentioned the battle loss ratio just now...... You're saying we've suffered more losses in battle, right?"

Nolan nodded a little dazedly.

That's why he pleaded guilty.

And Edward waved his hand and said it quite proudly.

"Have you seen the soldiers on the walls of the enemy? There are not many of them wearing armor at all, and the blades on their hands are all kinds and mutilated. All this can only cite one thing, that is, the soldiers they have just fought with you in the field are already all their troops, and the rest of them are just some people. ”

"When it comes to the number of troops invested, you have dispatched 4,000 troops, which is 40% of our number, and the enemy is pouring out. And in terms of the number of casualties, we wounded 300 brothers, less than half of our 10,000 men. And the enemy suffered 200 wounds, which is 20% of their total! Judging from the results of the war, they took the initiative to go out of the city to provoke, and it was you who repelled them. In such a battle, if we come a few more times, it will be the result of victory, and where did the defeat come from, I will ask you again, and I will also ask the generals in the camp once, the commander Nolan, and the two generals in front of me. What are they guilty of?!"

After hearing these words again, there was a burst of joy in the Wiegand tent.

It came later, but it completely overshadowed the hustle and bustle of the city.

In fact, the situation in the Duchy of Connaught was even worse than Edward's claims.

The original city defense army originally looked down on the more than 300 imperial soldiers who fled from the wilderness, and after they had the experience of actively retreating on the battlefield, the contradiction between them was even greater.

The soldiers of the Imperial Legion, on the other hand, were dissatisfied with the duke's plan to fight the war with an egg on a stone.

They even directly reprimanded the little duke in front of the civilians in the city, who didn't know how to lead the troops to fight at all, if it weren't for the Wiegand people who made trouble on the battlefield, their city defense troops, the current corpses are estimated to be hung up by the barbarians to show off their might.

In order not to escalate the conflict, the little duke had to order them to be imprisoned for the time being.

In this way, the remaining troops that could be used in the Dukedom of Connaught were not simply reduced by 1,000 men minus 200 men, but directly cut in half.

If it weren't for the fact that the hearts of the people in the dukedom were indeed available, it was estimated that the most basic fortified position would not be able to stand on this small castle now.

I really don't know if the first generation of dukes who built this city back then, if they found that the soldiers under their descendants were not even satisfied with the position they had divided to defend the city back then, they would jump out of the coffin board in anger.

After these complaints, Garcia still carried his bow and arrows and climbed on his post.

Such a stone castle must have been a great challenge for the Wiegand people.

Because it can't be burned with fire, let alone dug with an axe, and its height of five meters, combined with its smooth surface, is enough to discourage soldiers who try to resort to attachment tactics.

Judging by the tactics used by the barbarians in the past, it seems that only the construction of siege towers and siege pestles has a chance of success.

However, Garcia had never seen a siege tower five meters high, and he suspected that the Wiegand people would not have been able to build something so high.

Moreover, as far as the siege pestle is concerned, the manpower and material resources required to break through from the city gate are also extremely large.

Even if they have all of this, Garcia is still waiting for them with burning oil.

This is also a gadget that José Knight mentioned when he was chatting with him back then.

While fighting in the deserts of the south, the Knight José had seen the Amaks defend the walls with a strange incendiary substance.

Although the expeditionary force that went south tried to overcome this kind of thing, it also paid a certain number of casualties. Although some of the incendiary materials were captured as trophies after the final siege of the city, they never understood what they were made of, and destroyed them as flames in the abyss.

However, the José knight had a slight impression of the thing.

He said that maybe collecting some animal fats and boiling them up into a liquid might have about half the power of that thing.

It's just that he didn't use that legendary weapon until he died, but Garcia copied it.

Now, on the wall where Garcia was stationed, there were two pots of such hot oil boiling over.

Whenever there was any movement from the Wiegand warriors, he could use the grease to pour directly on their faces...... Or as José Knight said, to use it after ignition.

But in any case, these fats are indeed more lethal than hot water when boiled.

As long as this is the case, it can be considered useful, anyway, it is very difficult to find some food that can be cooked in the northland, and it is very easy to find a piece of fat that the hunter has dropped.

It's just that the time of the day has passed noon, and the Wiegand people that Garcia saw have not been militarily prepared until now, so it is estimated that there will be no more attacks in the afternoon and evening.

At night, you should be on guard against their night attacks......

With such a heavy thought, Garcia finally fell asleep in his post.

I don't know how long it has been.

A commotion suddenly sounded in his ears.

Garcia looked up at the sky in some confusion, seeing that the sun was not yet dark, and there was no trace of enemy activity under the city gate, he was just about to attack, but he saw that in the direction of the Wiegand camp, it seemed that someone was trying to build a big guy.

He saw that the Wiegand had somehow found a large stone from there, and then rationed some smaller stones on the side.

Near the large boulders, a sizable pit was dug with a few thick logs at the edge of the pit, and some Wiegand soldiers were doing simple polishing and grinding with their most handy axes.

I don't know what it is, but from the simplest utilitarian point of view, anything that the enemy wants to do is basically a disadvantage for himself.

He was a little confused.

Maybe the Wiegand people will summon some magical magic and throw that big stone at the wall?

However, he soon gave up on this foolish idea.

This was not because he was adamant about the impossibility of a Wiegand man who knew magic, but because he decided to experiment on his own.

He found a heaviest bow and arrow, then went and fetched a stone and shot it with a "whoosh".

The pebble could only be shot two-thirds of the way from the boulder to the wall, which means that there were at least thirty or forty paces away.

The soldier on the side looked at Garcia's actions with admiration, and then asked, "Sergeant, what do you think? What kind of trick are the Wiegand people playing?"

Garcia, on the other hand, pondered for a moment, and then said, "I don't know, but I see stones, and maybe the Weygans want to throw them at our walls, so I've just calculated the distance, and they shouldn't be able to hit our walls." ”

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