Human ingenuity can only be maximized when it is used to kill one's fellow human beings. From what the lord has seen and heard, this seems to be true in both worlds.

Richard couldn't help but be stunned as he looked at the scene in front of him, he was not simply shocked by the destructive power, after all, there were countless high-powered weapons he had seen in his previous life.

Gathering more than a dozen well-trained mages to cooperate with each other to form elemental resonance through coordinated spell casting, in order to shorten the spell casting time and increase the power of the spell, this kind of large-scale effort can only be achieved by one country.

Mages are not creeps, they have status and status. It's not easy to just assemble enough numbers, let alone get them to work with each other honestly - most mages are "alone".

It has to be said that Pompeii has a deep heritage as a traditional power. How magic works in military operations has long been supported by a set of mature tactics, which is very different from that of ordinary folk mages.

Even from such a distance, the terrible screams of dying were still clearly audible. Richard felt that if nothing else, there should not be a few living people left on the wall.

It was the first time that the group of rural buns in Gaoshan Fort had seen such a big scene, and they were suddenly shocked and couldn't keep their mouths shut. Although this and Nehru's fireball technique can be collectively referred to as fireballs, the gap is probably even greater than that of rhinoceros and snails.

Pompeii's infantry had already set out, and they seemed to feel the victory in their hands, singing "The Gods Protect Pompeii" in unison. This is a military song sung thousands of years ago when the country was founded, and under the influence of this song, the Pompeii soldiers have launched countless life-and-death attacks and finally won the victory.

They marched in unison and pushed the tall carts.

The journey was as easy as a picnic, and there was no decent attack until the walls of Winter fell. The ladder and the cart leaned against the wall, and the infantry began to climb upwards like ants.

At that moment, even Richard couldn't help but think that Winterfell was about to be breached, after all, the Pompeii mage group was ridiculously large, and it was not impossible to directly break the opponent's morale.

But when the Pompeii infantry climbed the wall, smiles froze on their faces.

............

In Winter City, a small stone two-story building, heralds are coming in and out like flowing water.

It may not be remarkable on the outside, but in fact it is the "brain" of tens of thousands of defenders. The furnishings in the room were also very simple, a few staff officers were warming themselves around the red clay stove, and a few small potatoes were simmering around the stove, which had been roasted until the skin was wrinkled, and the fragrance was slightly overflowing.

Seedorf was not very high in status when he was young, and the simple habits he developed at that time stayed with him for the rest of his life. Even nowadays, some of the subordinates are from very prominent backgrounds, and they have to obey the will of the commander.

"If your own air knights have the upper hand, it will indeed have a lot of convenience in terms of reconnaissance. Seedorf's unhurried voice flowed through the room, "But if you are at a disadvantage, don't be anxious. ”

A group of subordinate officers and officers were listening carefully, showing thoughtful expressions from time to time.

Winterfell faced an awkward position as it set up its defenses. That is, the air cavalry is completely unable to confront the enemy, so they can only let the Pompeii Hayabuson knights fly around to reconnoitre.

In their opinion, there was no solution to the problem, but whenever someone was worried about it, Seedorf always said that he did not need to worry. They never understood why, and now the mystery is finally being revealed.

"You must know that when the Sky Knight is high-altitude reconnaissance, he can only see very blurry color patches on the ground. Sometimes, taking advantage of this feature can mislead the other party by sending wrong information. Seedorf pulled out a strip of canvas in his hand as if by magic, and a childlike smug smile appeared on his old face.

The listeners had expressions of sudden realization on their faces.

Winterfell had a few months of preparation before the arrival of the city, and by that time all the houses adjacent to the city walls had been demolished for the sake of city defense, and many military buildings such as military stations, arrow towers, and mage towers had been rebuilt. In the event of repeated hand-to-hand combat for the city walls, support can be easily provided.

Seedorf ordered that the military buildings be covered with a layer of canvas, and that the colors and styles must follow his uniform plan.

At that time, everyone didn't understand it, but now it's all understood!

The Sky Knight is afraid of the mage and bed crossbow firepower on the ground, so he can only stay at high altitude to reconnoitre. Their vision is limited, and at that height, they can't discern the details. Even a very clumsy disguise can be very deceptive to them.

Therefore, they must have thought that those cloth covers were the roofs of ordinary houses, and they would never have thought that Winterfell had made full preparations for the battle for the wall.

Everyone was immediately convinced.

You must know that due to the heavy scarcity in numbers, the Sky Knight is a non-mainstream class that rarely appears in war. Most of the people present did not know much about them, let alone make any specific arrangements. From this small detail, you can also get a glimpse of the leopard, and the experience accumulated by Seedorf is simply terrifying.

"My lord, why did you let the militia and the volunteers put on the armor of the city defense and be the first to stand on the city wall?" Berner was humble like a child beside Seedorf.

He knew that this decision was completely correct, otherwise it would have been the regular army, not the militia, that would have been swept away by the Pompeii reinforced trebuchet.

It's not cold-blooded, it's a necessary trade-off. If someone is going to be bombed, keeping a more elite city defense force is the natural choice.

This is a war of 30,000 against 200,000, and there is no room for hypocrisy in Winterfell at all.

"Think. Seedorf tapped his head and looked serious, both interpreting and teaching, "A good general must learn to think from the enemy's point of view, think desperately, rack his brains. ”

"We are fighting a country with the power of a province, so it is inevitable that the casting power will be suppressed by the opponent. He looked around like an aging lion looking around at his territory, "So what will the opponent do?"

"Will suppress the defenders at the head of the wall and assist your infantry to climb the wall. Bernard spoke dryly. Once again, he clearly realized how immature he was in front of this old man.

"Yes, they did. Seedorf smiled and nodded, but suddenly raised his voice and said in an almost shouting volume: "There is no doubt that our strength is weaker than that of the enemy, but now we have two advantages-"

"First, the enemy did not achieve the set goal, they did not know, but we knew!"

"Second, we have made arrangements in advance for this situation, and the enemy does not know about it either!"

Seedorf's old, loud voice rolled like thunder, and the power contained in it would make the dragon feel ashamed: "I have stressed to you countless times that the essence of command lies in poor information!

"Counteroffensive. The officers whispered in unison.

"Go ahead!"