Chapter 521: Western Expedition (23) Quiet

The retreat of the centaurs and the collapse of the gnolls were beyond the expectations of the Attira army, and more precisely, the Scandinavians' use of precious wine as a trigger for ignition was something they did not expect.

If the status is changed to them, unless it is forced by Attila, it will be difficult for them to give up the sweet wine, the state of being half-drunk and half-awake to forget everything, even if they do not enjoy it themselves, they can exchange it for all kinds of precious things to please the nobles of the tribe.

After all, neither centaurs nor jackals have mastered the technology of brewing, and they themselves cannot produce the raw materials needed for brewing, and even if they imitate what they make, there is a huge gap in taste with human wine.

However, most of the time, the Attila army cared more about tangible benefits than the ethereal things like faces, and the two knights did not order the centaurs and gnolls to continue to attack the city walls, and they really couldn't get the slightest benefit by continuing to advance, and they would also damage the interests in their hands.

In this way, the Atila army is very similar to those businessmen who hold a lot of chips in their hands, no matter what kind of industry they enter, they are accustomed to being a businessman, using capital to drive out other competitors, and occupy a share of the entire market, but they will not do anything meaningless.

The raging flames have turned the city walls into a sea of fire, and anyone who is not resistant to the flames will be lit as a torch, that is, even if they are rescued, they will be hurt that is difficult to heal, and their bodies will be left with permanent scars, and they will become a burden that can only lie on the bed.

In addition, the knights also believed that the other party's liquor could only carry out such an attack once, and that the Scandinavians would have no effective way to stop their attack as long as the flames were gradually extinguished.

Even if they still have plenty of drink, it will not have much effect on the Atira army, and in their army, it is not only the centaurs and gnolls who can attack, the other characters are much more terrifying than the centaurs and gnolls.

The fact was not too different from what the knights had expected, and the drinks that Zigmund was able to find in Upland that had not been drunk by the Scandinavians had been used up in this attack.

In the future, if you want to repeat the old tricks, use this method to block the attack of the gnolls, and prevent such a way of using corpses and companions to make stairs to climb the city wall, you will need to wait for a long time, at least after the logistics supply line promised by Alice is opened normally.

If he had known that such an attack would be so effective that it would have solved the problem in one fell swoop, Siegmund should have asked Alice for the drinks that could be used as ignition during his conversation with Alice last night.

Although these things were classified as luxury goods in the Northlands, Siegmund still obtained some information about the Baltic Empire from the smuggling merchants, and the rhinoceros people living in Jutland were said to be very good at farming, and were able to produce a large amount of food every year.

Grain is the most needed raw material for making fine wine, and the Baltic Empire, which has a large amount of grain, will inevitably have a large amount of fine wine for trade.

Siegmund silently kept these in his heart, and he planned to meet those people from the Baltic Empire in the future, just like they made such a request, in order to prevent Upland from being breached, and continue to show the value they needed in the Baltic Sea, then it has been proved that it can slow down the pace of the siege of the Attila army, and the Baltic Empire must have no reason to refuse.

The gnolls and centaurs had retreated, and the Thunderbird forces in the sky had not moved on, the billowing smoke of burning fat and fur had affected them.

Not only is it visually affected, but the dirty air and the environment full of toxic smoke are also very fatal for them, after all, if they inhale too much gas and faint in such a high altitude, then what awaits them will only be to fall to the ground and become a puddle of meat sauce.

The halt of the advance of the Attila army, the suspension of the attack, gave the Scandinavians some time to relieve, and under the command of Siegmund, they quickly transported the wounded down from the city walls and treated them in the field hospitals behind the walls, while those who could not be treated, those that had no therapeutic value, and some other special cases, were sent to the wounded hospital to be treated.

In addition, some people who were wearing only simple clothes and did not carry any weapons were shuttling around the city wall, holding in their hands the replenished ammunition, warm water that had been heated and still carrying residual heat, and food to replenish energy, and brought them to the city wall for the soldiers on the city wall to eat.

Time on the battlefield is very precious, any waste of time is a waste of their own lives, prepared soldiers will always survive longer than unprepared soldiers, and there will be no mistakes due to hunger, defecation and other reasons when fighting, which will affect combat effectiveness.

In addition to the people who were resting and replenishing their ammunition and transporting the wounded, there were also those who were repairing the ballistas, bed crossbows, and catapults, all of which had not been very successful just now, because the speed of the gnolls and the way they dispersed their charges made it difficult for them to inflict damage on the gnolls and stop their advance.

However, this does not mean that these things are not important, it would be overkill to use these things against the gnolls, and what they really need to deal with are those dragons, giants, mammoths and the like, huge creatures, and only the boulders fired by catapults and ballistas, and the crossbow arrows fired by bed crossbows can penetrate their defenses and really hurt them.

If Siegmund was the commander of the Attila army, then the first targets to be attacked and disposed of were these wooden machines, although the attack power was very powerful, but the fragile body and the difficulty of moving made them the best targets, and the easiest targets to deal with.

When these devices are disposed of, whether it is a dragon, a giant or a mammoth, there is no risk in using it, think about it, the huge size of the mammoth, if you charge, those so-called carved and enchanted walls are hard compared to white paper.

The dragons soaring in the sky, even if they are slowed down by the magic placed over the city of Upland, the Scandinavians will not be able to come up with the means to harm them, as long as they do not ZZ to lower the altitude of their flight, and enter the attack range of the Scandinavian powerhouse, they can sit back and relax.

The flames below the walls were still burning, and the corpses of the gnolls were excellent dye in such an environment, and many Scandinavians were praying, like Loki, the god of fire, that the flames would burn longer.

This is the most normal behavior of people who believe in the gods, and they are always accustomed to regard the fruits obtained as a gift from the gods, and the misfortune inflicted on them as a punishment for the lack of piety of the gods.

The weaker the strength and the lower the status, the more they believe, but people like Siegmund and Siegel only have a superficial respect for the gods, not to mention a guy who is wanted by the gods and uses the doppelganger of the gods as a prop for experimenting with some kind of conjecture.

This is something that is difficult to change, as long as the gods still have in their hands the power that can shake the whole world and cannot be resisted, then the races of the main plane will continue to be content with the status quo and offer their faith.

In the face of such a situation, each ruler has its own tacit understanding, will not interfere, will not go back to resist, will not disobey, of course, in exchange for the gods but too much interference, and after the gods agreed, not too much interference can be seen, as if the gods have completely abandoned this main plane such a playground that can provide them with a lot of resources, very strange, very illogical.

Siegmund also breathed a sigh of relief, he was still very satisfied with the results of this attempt, although as a normal Scandinavian, he still felt a little distressed about such a waste, using these precious delicious and sweet drinks as weapons.

The relaxed expression lasted less than half a second, and even the guards standing next to Zygmund didn't notice any difference in their grim faces.

As the commander of the entire army, his every move, word and deed is related to the entire army, and he needs to give all the soldiers a kind of confidence in appearance, a hope that they can defeat the enemy and survive.

Otherwise, maybe just a slight frown can easily be interpreted by others as a sign of weakness, especially in such an environment, if such an idea is generated and spreads, it will become an extremely bad situation, and the morale of the entire army will be affected.

Looking up, the Atila army, which retreated like a tide, suddenly quieted down, the silence here does not mean that the battlefield has become quiet, those gnolls who have not died, are still wailing on the ground, and the chaotic sound makes everyone's eardrums bear tremendous pressure.

After the Atila army retreated, there was no other action, whether it was regrouping and preparing for another attack, or cleaning up the battlefield and transporting the wounded and sick from the battlefield for treatment.

This was a very unusual thing, and Siegmund would not be naïve enough to think that the Attila army would choose to end the battle today because of the flames, this little bit of flame, because the ladder was engulfed.

The silence now only means that they are preparing something, maybe it is some strong man preparing a skill that can break through Upplan, or maybe the casters are repeating their old tricks, preparing the legend like they did yesterday.

But no matter which one it is, Siegmund can only choose to see the move and dismantle such behavior, which is a very helpless and very frustrating thing, because there are so many hole cards in his hand, and every time he plays an extra card, the more obvious the disadvantage will be for the Scandinavians, and the further he will slide into the abyss of failure.

"The quiet now is not quiet in the future. ”

Siegmund muttered a common saying that he didn't know where he heard it, and then turned his head and told the warrior next to him to watch the other man's movements carefully, and report anything to him immediately.

Now, Siegmund still has a lot of important things to do, such as taking advantage of the battle to comfort the spellcasters who have been battling the enemy.

In today's battle, the hardest and most contributory ones are not the elven archers who make every shot, not the Scandinavian warriors who stand on the walls and throw throwing axes and rolling logs, and the warriors who operate those equipment.

So far, the biggest contribution is in the city, the casters who are very far behind, it is precisely because they keep releasing legendary countermeasures, countering the magic on the opposite side, so that the other party cannot use the legendary magic, that they have persevered to the turning point of occupied.

Coming to the place where the caster rested, some berserkers standing nearby to protect him bowed their heads and saluted, if the Scandinavian warriors respected Sigmund because of his blood and his strength, then after two days of fighting, they had begun to admire Sigmund's ability.

Stains of what appeared to be grease appeared on the snow on the ground, and the casters around them opened their eyes and saw that it was Siegmund, and closed their eyes again.

It's not that they have an opinion about Siegmund or disrespect him, it's that today's battle has drained their physical strength, energy, and magic, even if the battle started until now, it didn't last long.

The casters were not as optimistic as the warriors, and although they believed that the flames burning beneath the walls would be able to stop the Atiras' attack, it would not last.

Whether the fuel burned out below, or Attila chose to attack with another army, the battle would begin again.

The other armies here refer to the armies of giants, dragons, and mammoths that have not yet been dispatched, and the slightest flame in front of such a behemoth is not an unbearable problem.

Billowing smoke can stop the progress of the wyvern and the thunderbird, but it can't stop the mighty dragon, and the caster who knows a certain amount of about the dragon knows that the smoke probably can't even block their view, and the only possibility that they don't have to attack now, is to be afraid of the dwarves on the city walls.

This makes all the casters feel bad, after all, from another point of view, the existence of these tools weakens the caster's position to a certain extent, making them irreplaceable to extremely important, in terms of destructive power on the battlefield.