Maybe it's incredible, maybe a lot of people don't want to believe it, or maybe they don't even know about it, but a lot of times, the so-called lot can be replaced by the vast majority.

Intelligence, no matter what kind of battle is fought, the importance of intelligence is self-evident, think about it, if Siegmund is facing a guy who knows his situation well, whether it is the way of attacking, the habit of raising his hand, or the number and situation of the hole cards are clear, even if there is a gap in the strength of the two that is difficult to cross, the former can also use words and other things as a trap to defeat Siegmund.

If you replace [there is an insurmountable gap in strength] with an opponent who is not far apart in strength, and the two ends of the victory and defeat are in balance, then it is very likely that Siegmund will not even be able to make a decent resistance.

[Atira, those guys, I think they've already started to work out tactics against me at this time. 】

There are such thoughts in his mind, or rather that Siegmund is using such thoughts to contain the guilt and guilt that arise in his heart, and to use these things to contain his energy and prevent it from thinking nonsense.

What he thinks is true, don't look at the Attila army always like that kind of rough tactics, and think that they only use rough tactics, those who once had such thoughts are now the corpses of wild beasts have been gnawed into bones.

Perhaps, no, it should be said that when the sun appears, and the warm light shines on the earth again, when the war breaks out again, the strong men in the army of Atila will never be as silent as they are during the day.

No matter what the purpose is, they will make a move, in the case of mastering some of Siegmund's hole cards, try to get more information, get more hole card information, if they are lucky, they will directly end the war, break through the city, kill the Scandinavians inside, and kill the last Barusenge prince Zigmund.

Thinking that the last male descendant of the god Odin died at the hands of the Attila army, if such a news spreads, it will be a very heavy blow to the morale of the entire Scandinavians.

If Siegmund was in the position of the Atila army, on the besieging side, and the strength of the hole cards was much higher than that of the defender, he would definitely adopt such a method.

However, the Scandinavians will not sit still, and the reason why they are here is precisely why, to fight against the evil army of Attila who want to conquer their land and destroy their spiritual pillars, kill these evil enemies, and keep their treasures from the hands of the army of Attila.

Evil, for the term Atilajun, may not be accurate, or that evil is something that was only invented when defining itself as righteous.

However, this kind of thing is not absolute, and there is never absolute, for survival or for dreams or just something else, or even nothing, just the self-satisfaction of going with the flow, can be called justice, justice defined by one's own three views.

The night of cranky thinking soon passed, and by the time Siegmund came to his senses, the white light on the horizon was already reflected in his pupils.

At this time, he realized that there was nothing to be gained from the night except for the conversation with Alice to obtain a logistics line that could obtain stable supplies, and of course, this was also the most important thing for the Scandinavians who held out in the city and fought against the enemy of great strength...... Without eating, there is no strength to take up arms.

The bad situation in the city didn't change, and he hadn't found any new solution to the Atila army, but it was a bit wrong if he had followed the plan he had made before.

After all, on the first day, he had played a hole card, which was beyond the scope of the plan he had made before, in other words, the plan for the defense of Upland that he and the others had drawn up before had already appeared a variable, a variable brought by himself.

This emotion lasted only a few seconds in Sigmunt's mind, and now that it was dawn, Attila must have begun to prepare for the siege, so as the commander of the Scandinavians, Siegmund must now also complete his mission and mission.

On the streets of Upland, every 100 meters or so there are several men dressed in white, with a cauldron at their feet, which is cooking the Scandinavian breakfast of today.

Last night, the Atila army did not launch a night attack or harassment tactics, but this does not mean that the Scandinavians enjoyed a quiet and peaceful night.

Even if it is an experienced fighter, even if he knows how to enter the water as soon as possible to relieve the soreness of his muscles and relieve the tiredness of his brain, the fierce battles of the day, the scenes of flesh and blood, and the worries and fears of the next day's battle make many people lose sleep.

They had thick dark circles under their eyes, and the beards on their faces were tangled in a mess, obviously belonging to the group of insomniacs, but the cold environment, the howling north wind blowing on their faces, helped them to fight today.

A cup of warm hot soup flowed into the stomach, and the whole person warmed up all of a sudden, and two blushes appeared on the pale face, and from the outside, the person suddenly became energetic.

"Hurry up, don't procrastinate, hurry. ”

"Next, next. ”

The cooks in front skillfully distributed today's breakfast, while urging the soldiers behind them to step forward quickly, these cooks have been injured beyond repair, and there is no way to pick up arms again and go to the battlefield, and because of this, they will be assigned to the logistics department.

Of course, there is no problem with their limbs, otherwise they would not be able to perform even the simplest labor, and the problem is in their bodies, so intense exercise, such as fighting, will not have anything to do with them, unless the situation is so serious that there is no need to prepare food for the next meal, and they need to go to the battlefield to consume each other's ammunition when they can't even afford to use weapons.

The same scene is not only seen in the city of Upland, but also in the army of Atila, where the warriors who are preparing to attack are also enjoying today's breakfast.

Due to logistical and material problems, the breakfast of the Atila army was very simple, and the only thing that was allocated to no one was a few points of floating dust and some wild vegetables that could not be named.

Of course, you can't eat enough of such a thing, well, you don't need to be full, because the intensity of today's battle will be even more fierce than yesterday's, and among these people who are eating, it is good that one of ten people can survive, so there is no need to waste precious food on them.

After all, after the food is eaten, there is no way to recover it, even if it is the Atila army, it is unlikely that they will make it, dissect the corpse, dig out the undigested food in the stomach, and process it again.

Today, the strategic goal of the Atila army is very simple, and attacking the city walls and engaging in a hand-to-hand battle with the Scandinavians is their goal, or it is not wrong to describe it as the main mission.

As long as they climb the city wall, then they have completed today's task, as for whether they can defeat those Scandinavians is another consideration, defeating and occupying the city wall is of course the best, if it can't be completed, it doesn't matter if they are repulsed.

After all, it only takes a white-knuckle battle for the Scandinavians to suffer casualties, and if the casualties are too large, then the morale of the entire army will be affected.

Of course, it would be better if Siegmund had to make a move, get new information about him, consume the opponent's stamina and hole cards, and increase the chances of his own army's victory.

The sound of desolate trumpets echoed in the sky of the battlefield again, and from the sky, it could be seen that the dense ants were charging towards the walls of Upland City at a very fast speed, in a scattered formation.

The gnolls, or the gnolls, took on the role of strikers, their weapons on their backs, and they approached the walls at great speed on all fours, and from time to time burning fireballs in the sky fell into them, smashing holes in the ground with black stickiness.

The catapults and ballistas began to wield, and the huge stone projectiles rubbed violently with the air as they advanced, and the surface burned with high-temperature flames, and after hitting the ground, the snow around the landing site was melted into steam in an instant, and as for the guy who was directly hit, it was directly turned into a soft black object.

Overall, however, due to the speed of the gnolls and the way they spread out, the catapults and ballistas were able to achieve very limited success.

However, the speed of the gnolls' advance quickly brought them into range of the Scandinavian army, and the elves standing on the arrow towers opened fire.

Bending bows and archery, these slender figures turn combat into an artistic thing, and the movements look like dancing, making people unconsciously addicted to it.

After a night's rest and recovery, the elves' physical condition has also improved a lot, so now they use these gnolls to warm up and prepare for the more powerful enemies that follow.

The elven attacks soon stopped, but the gnolls were not in time to breathe a sigh of relief, as they had reached the optimal distance for the Scandinavians' axe attacks.

The sound of a dense air breaking sounded overhead, and the screams of the snolls who were hit came and went, because the centaurs' ammunition had been almost depleted yesterday, and today only the troops of the gnolls could be suppressed at a distance.

The effect of those stones can only be harassed, and they cannot break through the defense composed of shields, and hurt the warriors behind, even if there are occasional stones passing through the gaps, they can only be injured, and it is difficult to kill.

Today's battle was particularly hard, as it was for the gnolls, because yesterday's retreat had caused the staircase of corpses, which had been half-piled up yesterday as a climb to the wall, to be destroyed by the Scandinavians at night.

Now they can only start anew, continue to climb under the city wall, with both hands, using the mode of climbing ladders, climbing upwards, very difficult and dangerous.

The treated walls, covered with smooth ice, were undoubtedly impractical to climb upwards without any tools, relying only on the claws of the gnolls, whose claws were not strong enough to support the weight of their bodies.

Many, most of the gnolls climb upwards with the speed of their charge, but when this power is lost, they can only fall from the city walls and fall to the ground, becoming a stepping stone for their companions who charge later.

At a speed that could be seen with the naked eye, a staircase made of dead gnolls appeared next to the city wall, and the frantic attacks of the Scandinavians on the walls could not slow down the formation of this staircase, in other words, it was precisely because of their crazy attacks that this staircase was built so quickly.

In the distance, the centaurs began to slowly start trotting, maintaining their speed to a certain extent, warming up and preparing for the next charge.

Since the ammunition had been almost depleted yesterday, the task of the centaurs today was to launch a charge, using the ladder made by the gnolls with their corpses and companions, and rush to the city wall in one fell swoop.

This is not the first time that the centaurs have performed such a mission, they also performed such a mission in the previous two battles, but the first two times before the centaurs were orcs.

Now that there are no orcs, it is foreseeable that the battle of the centaurs will become more difficult, and when the centaurs rush to the top of the city walls, they will inevitably fall into the siege of the Scandinavians, and at that time, the centaurs, who have lost their speed advantage, will suffer huge losses.

In the sky, the flying vanguard composed of thunderbirds also came into view, and was flying towards this side at a very high speed, and the roar of thunder and lightning was heard from time to time in the dark clouds in the sky.

The spellcasters in Upland, the priests and druids, and a handful of wizards, are much safer today, and they are no longer heroes like yesterday.

They sat cross-legged on the ground, either looking up in the direction of the Atila, or bowing their heads and closing their eyes to sense, waiting for the Atila to use legendary magic and then respond.

Last night, Siegmund didn't punish them, but as high-ranking spellcasters, they couldn't accept defeat in this battle, or more accurately, they couldn't accept that this war would go wrong because of their mistakes.

"It's coming!"

"It's coming!"