Five days is not a short time, but it is really fleeting.

When the time was scheduled for the attack, Pompeii's army once again lined up outside Winterfell.

The military flags were spreading, people were neighing and horses were roaring, and the siege equipment that had been re-produced was waiting for them. The infantry of the brigade looked solemn and waited quietly for the order to attack.

Among the Pompeii soldiers with an average of less than one blade, the strong men with more than two blades are extremely eye-catching, like a flock of ducks mixed with a few big white geese.

Not only are they big, but their equipment is also very different from others, and at a glance you can see that they are the most sophisticated and expensive heavy armor, and the size of the tomahawks they hold is quite exaggerated. They stood in a huddle, not very fond of communicating with the other Pompeii soldiers, except for the occasional burst of laughter between themselves, which seemed extremely harsh in the quiet of the morning.

This is, of course, the barbarian samurai of Takayama Castle.

The body structure of the Sgar lizardmen and centaurs is relatively special, and they are not suitable for siege warfare at all, so today only the lord and all the barbarian warriors participated.

A whole circle of crystal bottles pinned to Richard's belt, all of which were high-grade holy water, flashing with dazzling golden light, set off his temperament as an incomparably nouveau riche.

Ever since Suffolk had said that the expeditionary force would support Alpine Fort as much as possible, he had taken the opportunity to get a hard slash of wool from the Ice Priest.

There is a dwarven blacksmith in the high mountain fort who has no shortage of ordinary equipment, and high-grade magic weapons will not be given to him at all. Holy water is one of the very few things that can be obtained, and it has some effect, and it was suddenly remembered by thieves.

"One bottle per person. "The lord is walking in front of the barbarian warriors one by one, and is making a big deal of holy water delivery. This thing is not expired for a limited time anyway, and he is very generous.

The barbarians giggled and looked at the crystal bottle with curious eyes, and said that this thing looked quite valuable.

"Nonsense, of course it's worth it. Out of the corner of Richard's eye, he suddenly caught the Reverend Granling not far away, and his mouth suddenly changed again, "And it's not just money, faith, do you understand faith?"

"Cut~" The more than 100 barbarian warriors made a disdainful voice, they had never seen their leader pray to any god, and now they were embarrassed to talk about faith.

When all preparations were made, twenty Pompeii honor guards with gold medals standing at the forefront stood at the forefront, raising huge horns more than a blade long.

"Woo~" A dull and loud horn sounded, and the infantry of the brigade stepped forward and launched a new offensive against Winterfell.

The clusters of arrows fired from the walls were not too dense, and the occasional clanging sound of falling on the armor was not at all threatening. Compared to the rain of arrows that the defenders of Winterfell had shown, one could hardly help but wonder if they were running out of spirit.

But this alone must not let our guard down, for three days earlier the Stuarts had used the same trick to deliberately loosen their defenses to make people mistakenly believe that a breach of the city was imminent, and as a result, the attack was too hasty, and a full 3,000 men were trapped.

Now there is a vague consensus throughout the Pompeii expeditionary force - the general sitting in the city is a real old fox, and it is expected that he should take the initiative to make mistakes or wash and sleep as soon as possible, any abnormal behavior may be a deliberately set trap, and it is absolutely necessary to maintain a high degree of vigilance.

"Boss, don't we hurry up?" Gunther followed his lord, watching as he slowly fell behind everyone. According to the intensity of Takayama Fort's usual training, if you take out half the level, you can easily leave everyone behind and eat ashes.

"Running so fast and in a hurry to get to the sky?" replied Richard angrily.

He didn't want to fill the meat grinder with the men and horses of the Alpine Fort, so he paddled if he could. After all, they are all heavily armored soldiers, and it is not difficult to understand that they are a little sluggish.

The trebuchet tossed the blazing reinforced stone ball from behind it, and soon it landed on the wall, and the rubble was scattered everywhere. The Pompeii soldiers began to shout and climb the wall, and dozens of people were knocked down by arrows one after another at the front, but this loss was insignificant, and it was completely impossible to stop the siege army like an ant tide.

Richard was at the end with all the brutes, and the Pompeii soldiers were only halfway through the distance when they were gaining a foothold on the wall.

When the lord drilled his head out of the roof of the building, the general trend of the city was decided. The few Stuart defenders were all ambushed, and behind the walls, there was not a single ghost in the fortifications that had played a key role several times.

The troops who had landed earlier were expanding their gains on both sides, and judging by the pace of their advance, it was clear that they had met no decent resistance. The defenders of the city disappeared as if all of a sudden, and there was no sign of them.

"Damn, what the hell is the Stuart guy up to?" was Richard's first reaction.

There will be no pie in the sky, and he doesn't believe that the other party will abandon the city so easily. There must be some bad water to hold, and you have to be extra careful at this time.

"Chiqiu!"

A familiar voice suddenly sounded in his ears, and Richard found that Qiqiu, who had stayed in the camp, had actually chased after him. The little has gained a lot of weight recently, with fluffy and soft fur and a fat belly around his belly, which looks a little demented.

"Don't make a mess here, go back and play by yourself. ”

He reached out and flicked his finger on Chichu's ass, and before the little one could scream, he scooped it up and threw a shot shot at the outside of the city walls. Chiqiu spread his subcostal membrane in mid-air and glided in the direction of the camp.

"Chief, the enemy is coming!" said Gunther as the first to notice the anomaly, patting the lord's armnail and pointing to a street in the distance.

Richard looked down his arm and immediately caught a large group of Stuart soldiers running wildly. The soldiers seemed to belong to different sections, and their armor was distinctly different, separated by a dozen yards in front of the other.

The one in front is the city guard, which is very common lately, and the one in the back looks relatively unfamiliar, but the armor has a clear double-headed eagle emblem, and it must be Stuart too.

"I'm going to copy the guy!" Seeing that there were enemy troops appearing, the lord felt that a heart had fallen into his stomach, and he was much more stable. Instead of waiting for unknown dangers and scaring yourself half to death first, it is better to show that the carriage and horses throw off their arms and do a big job.

The barbarians shouted as they followed their leaders down the walls, and before they could descend the steps to the ground, Richard suddenly stopped. The momentum of the group of barbarians behind him was too strong to stop, and they were sturdy and huddled together.

"Boss, are we going to wait for the others to go first?" Gunther is quite good at drawing inferences.

"Wait, wait, how I feel a little wrong. Richard's eyes narrowed as he looked at the approaching Stuart soldiers.

The soldiers of the city guard in front of them were more like ...... than charging Escape!