Over Winterfell, a dozen black dots were hovering lightly back and forth along the air current. Flying high and spinning occasionally, but in any case, always maintaining a considerable altitude.

Richard had binoculars on his eyes, so he could see that the "black spots" were actually falcons with the head of a horse and a horse.

Pompeii sent two dragon knights and thirty falcon knights to fight this time, and the quality and quantity of the air knights were obviously superior to the other party. There seemed to be only a dozen griffon knights in Winterfell, and there was nothing they could do about it.

However, the falcon knights did not dare to fly too low, for fear of being knocked down by the crossbow of the city defense bed. The special bed crossbow is equipped with an enchanted crossbow, which is enough to threaten the dragon even within range, and the falcon can basically be declared to fall as long as it is rubbed.

Richard once seriously suggested that they could take a stone and fly it high and throw it down. As long as the height is sufficient, there is absolutely no doubt about the power.

As for the lord of Alpine Castle, who has recently become famous, the Sky Knights are very polite - they politely refuse. Due to the limited load capacity of the falcon, it is already difficult to carry a heavily armed knight on their backs, and adding weight will hurt them.

Dragons certainly have this ability, but even dragon knights have a hard time commanding haughty dragons to do hard work, and dragon breath is much more powerful than stone.

"Boss, do you think this can be captured? Hurt stood in the snow and looked at Winterfell's fifteen-bladed walls, his face full of worry.

This question asked the hearts of the vast majority of Alpine Fort warriors, who were rarely seen in such a tall city wall due to their native origins in the wilderness. They still thought that the attack on Chakesh was a very high-grade siege battle, but how could they think that there were still such strong walls in the world.

"It shouldn't be much of a problem. Richard withdrew his gaze from the falcon and lowered his telescope barrel to look at the wall.

He caught the figures of several Light Priests, who seemed to be praying for the blessings of the sergeants. The Holy See itself is strictly neutral between Pompeii and Stuart, and the priests directly under the Holy See will naturally not help either side. But the native Stuart priests are different, they will help the mother country, like the ice priests in Pompeii's army.

However, unlike the Ice and Snow Priest, the Divine Spell of the Bright Sect does not have much direct attack ability, and is basically based on support and healing. From this point of view, the priests and the two generals of the mountain castle may have a common language, and they are both just icing on the cake and not charcoal.

The lord continued: "The book of war says that ten times the number of enemies can attack the city, and although we are not ten times larger now, we are not far behind. ”

Due to the non-stop reconnaissance of the superior air cavalry day and night, it is no secret to the Pompeii expeditionary force how many belongings there are in Winter City.

To tell the truth, the news that the opponent only had 30,000 city guards simply thundered him. It's like an old hunter in the jungle who has tried his best to test the beast that should be dormant in secret, only to find that only a squirrel is gnawing on a pine cone.

Stuart's resilience in this war can only be described as ridiculous, and he is simply sorry for Pompey's solemn preparations.

Richard knew in his heart that there must be something wrong with Stuart's upper echelons, and he didn't know what was going on. But in any case, it is too unbelievable to make trouble to this point.

"Then we're going to be able to take all of Stuart soon. Gunther was clearly overly optimistic.

"It's not that easy. Richard shrugged his shoulders, he now knows a little bit about politics, and when it comes to the pattern of the mainland, it looks like a decent, "If there are only two powerful countries on the mainland, the problem will be much simpler." But the reality is that in addition to Pompeii and Stuart, there is also a San Jose, and San Jose will not watch either Pompeii or Stuart completely defeat the opponent. ”

"It's the same for Pompeii or Stuart, where two players become three, and it's not just about fighting. ”

"San Jose on dog days. Gunther didn't understand the subtlety at all, but that didn't stop him from taking the opportunity to vent his emotions. After five days of siege and no siege began, the barbarians were already impatient.

He doesn't care how much time the sappers of the army need to cut wood and make equipment.

"Gunther must not have understood anything. Abu had his hands in his pockets, a thick dogskin hat on his head, and he was smiling very badly.

"I really want to beat you!" Gunther was still afraid of his lord, and he didn't buy the others at all, so he rolled his eyes disdainfully, "Why didn't I understand? Isn't it just Pompeii playing cards with Stuart, and I still don't understand how to play cards?"

Abu and Hutt looked at each other in silence, shrugging at the same time.

"Alas......" Lord Lord sighed, feeling that he had a long way to go to get the reckless men under his command to understand what the overall vision was.

Richard raised the telescope again, looked at the head of the winter wall, and stood motionless with his waist straight.

It's not that the lord is really so keen on scouting, and with this skill, he would rather go and see the maids brought by other legions.

Instead, next to him stood a drawing board more than a person high, and a middle-aged man in a beret was busy intently.

This was a court painter sent by His Majesty Sagre, who was named and asked to paint the Eagle Knight. It's called "Knights Scout Winterfell". The line draft is almost ready, and when it is done, Richard will not have to suffer this crime again.

He always felt that the name of the painter named Monet was a little familiar.

"Richard, the siege is about to begin. Bederick's shouting came from the side.

"It's been a good start. The lord maintained his original posture and did not move.

Although the Dragonclaw Legion was also assigned a part of the mission, it had nothing to do with him and Béderick. On the surface, it was because the two guest armies had lost too much before, and they should be rotated. In fact, I knew with my toes that it must be the top management of the legion who felt that the victory was in their hands and began to make small calculations for the attribution of military achievements.

Richard didn't have the slightest idea of being strong now, especially in a battle like a siege that was destined to kill and wound a lot, and whoever liked to go would go. There are only a few hundred mouths in the high mountain fort, and they can't stand it at all.

At the top of the wall of winter, a priest is spreading holy water for soldiers. There was no doubt that this magically blessed liquid was effective, so the soldiers all stopped their chests and stood straight.

Suddenly, a priestess stepped out of the blind spot hidden by the city walls and burst into the field of vision provided by the telescope, and Richard's gaze began to stick to her face.

"When I succeed to the throne in the future, I have to kill this kind of culture. "Béderick was visibly a little upset.

"Uh-huh. The lord replied perfunctorily. He felt that this female pastor was like that just by looking at her facial features, at least she couldn't rank in the top ten in his past knowledge. But when combined together, there is a very "demonic" feeling, especially the matchmaker mole at the corner of the mouth is the finishing touch.

"What are you looking at?" Bédrick squeezed to the side to try to share the telescope tube.

"Draw me, don't move. Richard shook his shoulders and pushed Berderick to the ground.

The contrast between this face and the priest's robe on her body was so strong that it tickled people's hearts like a small hook. The lord noticed that it was not only himself, but also the guards on the city walls who were more or less peeking with their spare eyes, even the most sanctimonious priests. Richard looked at it and gradually felt sympathy, she must have worked very hard just to button it every day.

"Lord Richard, the line drawing is finished, you don't have to keep the pose any longer. The artist kindly reminded.

"Uh-huh. It took a while for the lord to reluctantly put down the tube.

"What have you spotted?" asked Bédrick.

Richard wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth and opened his mouth to respond: "According to my observation, the Stuarts have lost their morale, and we Pompeii will definitely win this battle." ”

"Yes......" Bederick's eyes were full of suspicion.