If you only look at the comparison of strengths, when you first launched the attack on Winterfell, probably no one would have thought that after a month of hard fighting, there would be no dawn of victory.

Reality can sometimes be more absurd than delusional, and what was unimaginable at the time has now become a reality.

Pompeii launched at least three large-scale offensives, rushing to the head of the city several times, and once inflicting heavy losses on the defenders of the city. But where Winterfell still stands, in the hands of the Stuarts, there is no tendency to waver.

After suffering a heavy loss at first, the commander of Pompeii, General Pinto, became noticeably more cautious. The subsequent tactical arrangements began to truly show the essence of a military power.

Richard was an eye-opener, the high level of attack and defense on both sides, and the resolute execution of tactics, made him feel that his previous wars were just children's plays.

"When is this battle going to be the end? "Bédrick had just finished a "Elemental Removal", and he was in a cold sweat with pain, so he stopped by the territory of the Alpine Fort to rub two glasses of hot wine to drink.

"You ask me, I ask who to go. Richard threw a fur coat to Bédric. The weather has been getting colder lately, and it's not warm at all in the tent. The lord didn't care, but the crown prince of Pompeii was already blue from the cold.

"I think a kind of thermal armor should be developed. Baker blew his nose vigorously and rubbed his fingers on the sole of his shoe twice, "A fever circle is carved on the front chest and back to ensure that no matter how cold the day is, it can be warm." ”

"You're so squeamish, this is where you go, it's only ordinary weather in my hometown. Gunther pouted disdainfully. This strong man is still open, which makes Béderick daunted and envious.

"Where is your hometown?" asked His Royal Highness the Crown Prince cautiously.

"The Arctic Ice Sheet. ”

“......”

Richard looked at Béderick with a deflated face, and laughed twice, before he could speak, the curtain was suddenly lifted from the outside, and a man walked into the tent with the cold wind.

"Who, a little warmth is all for you to let go!" said Béderick, wrapping his fur around his fur in indignation.

"It's me. Suffolk's eyes were full of bloodshots, and the once high-spirited Legion Commander was obviously much more tired and silent than before.

As a corps commander with a staff officer, he was eager to prove his talents. At first, I thought that there was no suspense in attacking Winterfell, and I desperately tried to take care of it when I assigned the mission.

As a result, Winterfell is like a copper pea, and anyone who bites into it will have to break a mouthful of teeth. After a whole month, half of the Dragonclaw Legion was destroyed, and the destruction of the city was still so far away.

Suffolk saw several men in the tent sitting cross-legged around the fire, and he did the same, and sat down in the last empty seat.

"This stove is so weird. He suddenly realized that the shape of the stove in front of him was very unfamiliar. Not only is there a gate underneath, but there is also an iron cylinder connected to the outside of the tent, which is completely different from the usual braziers.

"I let the blacksmith do it. The lord waved his hand, "It's just a gadget, it's not of any special use, it's just that there's no smoke in the house." ”

Suffolk looked down for a while, he could vaguely see what the various parts were doing, and a smile forced into his tired face: "What a delicate mind." ”

"You have to like me to have the blacksmith make the same. "The lord knows that there must be something wrong with this old thing, but he is deliberately rambling and not talking about business.

"Get me one too. Bédrick interjected. He had come to the territory of Alpine Fort only to eat and drink, and if it hadn't been for Suffolk reminding him, he really never paid attention to what was so special about the stove.

"No, I'm here to inform you. Suffolk looked up into the eyes of the Lord of Alpine Fort, "The Ripper Brigade is going to be involved in the next assault on Winterfell." ”

"What!" Richard's sudden rise in volume was enough to knock a hole in the tent. He knew that the corps commander suddenly came to the door, and it must be no good!

"It was Master Pinto who ordered your general. Suffolk scratched his head, and dandruff suddenly fell like snow, "Your Excellency believes that the Ripper Brigade that has defeated the Blood Knights must have the power to create miracles. ”

"Wori, what can I do about this?" Richard didn't have the slightest bullshit interest.

This month, Gaoshan Fort has not received a decent combat mission, and it has basically been paddling the whole time. He is a bystander, and he can see it clearly.

Pompeii's spell-casting power is indeed powerful, and the combination of the ice and snow priest and the magician can often crush the opponent's caster to the point that he can't raise his head, and the city walls are cut short.

But if there is no bird use, there is no bird use, and it will not change in the slightest because of how gorgeous the process is.

Seedorf is worthy of being a famous general, and his tactics of defending the city are too flexible and ingenious. The lord sighed that he didn't know how many times the fame was really worthy, so he didn't want to go on it himself at all.

"You should know that soldiers have no choice but to obey orders in the face of orders. Suffolk frowned, "General Pinto has high hopes for you, all kinds of support will be maximized, and there will be no fewer friendly troops to cooperate." ”

"Okay, when?" said Richard, as he began to figure out how to paddle.

"In the early morning six days later, you still have a long time to prepare. ”

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

The cramped little study, the old oak bookshelves, tables and chairs are all outdated, the wool carpet has long since faded, and the wallpaper on the wall has turned yellow and curled. Everything here is like a projection of a past era to the present, carefully preserved for someone to remember.

Bernard, who was as strong as a bear, walked briskly to his back in front of his desk, and stopped two steps away with his head.

"My lord, we received a message from the Communication Magic Stone. ”

The awesome old man seemed to be dozing with his head down, and Berner wanted him to rest more, but this time the news was too important to delay.

"Oh?" Seedorf blinked twice, quickly picking himself up.

With the limited strength in hand, against the luxurious Pompeii army, it is like walking a tightrope, and one carelessness is a catastrophe. When Pompeii was helpless for Seedorf's delicate command, in fact, the pressure he faced was not small at all. Especially for an old man, it is quite a severe physical test.

"Let me guess, this is good news?" Seedorf smiled so hard that his eyes were crooked into crescents, and although he couldn't hide his tiredness, it was not difficult to see that he was in a good mood.

Even in such a difficult situation, we can still maintain optimism and peace of mind. It's not earth-shattering, but it's enough to show the tenacity of a veteran.

"Good news indeed. Berner laughed, "Our reinforcements have arrived, and twelve thousand men from three legions are about to arrive in Winterland, including elites like Thunder Fury. And just now the military headquarters has sent us a message saying that a larger group of reinforcements will arrive soon. ”

"Reinforcements?" Seedorf deliberately blew his beard and glared, picking up a piece of maple candy from the porcelain plate on the table and throwing it into his mouth, "I really didn't expect to see them again in my lifetime." But Winterfell is already surrounded by Pompeians, so how can our reinforcements get into the city?"

"My lord, they seem to be sure that they can hide from the Pompeii under the cover of night. ”

"That's it......" Seedorf pinched his forehead in thought, of course, it was not as easy as it sounded to break through the blockade at night, and the reinforcements were likely to be so sure of what magic items they were carrying, but in any case, the city gates would need to be opened at least briefly to bring them in.

Opening the gates was dangerous in itself, but the losses of Winterfell's only 30,000 city guards were too great to be worth the risk for the sake of replenishment.

"What night are they going to come?" said Seedorf, picking up a quill and scribbling meaningless lines on the paper. I began to think about how to arrange it in advance, so that the Pompeii would not dare to act rashly even if they found that the city gate was open.

He didn't know who the other commander's commander was, but he also vaguely felt that it wasn't too powerful, and it shouldn't be difficult to deceive.

"The plan was to be in the wee hours of the morning five days later. Bernard replied respectfully.