When we arrived at the castle hall, the idlers had been cleared out, and the empty room was filled with only the usual dining table, on which was covered with a map of Verlatin and an expensive piece of parchment, and the clerk's absorbent pen was inserted in an ink bottle, and everyone did not know what the Duke was going to do.

"Look, this is our castle, Neustadt, a little walled wooden city."

I pointed to my location on the map, drew a circle on the parchment with my pen, and drew a square across from it.

"This is the castle, opposite is the home of Grand Duke Mieshko, the place where I went to negotiate, there is a small slope higher than the surrounding land, I have observed, the view is very wide, basically overlooking the entire battlefield, but I can't peek into the inside of the castle."

"The enemy's forces were lined up in turn, with the Slavs in the front in a skirmish, behind them the mixed infantry in the same straggler line, and then four phalanxes of heavy infantry, numbering no more than a thousand, and the two sides of the formation were now garrisoned by two hussar banners, with the archers behind them, and the noble knights as reserves at the rear of the whole phalanx."

Everyone carefully watched me draw the graphics representing different arms on the paper, and the overall layout of the enemy phalanx was clear at a glance, and I also marked the approximate number of people on the side of each phalanx according to my own estimates, which was a relatively accurate map of the situation between the enemy and us.

"The Poles were ready at the very beginning to open the situation with heavy cavalry on foot, and then push all the infantry to the final blow, thick and thin, simple but effective."

Yaroroslav looked at the drawings thoughtfully, he had never fought an offensive or defensive battle against a castle, and the Lyutić were usually mainly engaged in field battles, and when the battle was stalemate, the Poles often concentrated their heavy cavalry around the flanks and charged them, and immediately cut them off, causing the whole army to collapse.

"That's right, it's the tactic with the least casualties, and I would definitely do it if it were a different game."

Putting the pen back into the bottle, I sat down to take a breath, my rough calloused hand was used to holding a long sword, and I was a little uncomfortable dancing with a small pen, and my wrist hurt from being tired.

"For the sake of today, the only way to do this is to force Grand Duke Mieshko to sit down and negotiate with us again, so that things will be much easier."

"Your Excellency, you already have a plan?" The bull raised his head in surprise and was eager to try, this guy has never liked to use his brain, and it is better to have rules to follow to fight.

I smiled conceitedly, and I sounded very indebted to the movement, and picked up the pen and added two more words on the basis of the original painting: "When negotiating, I looked at it intentionally or unintentionally, and felt a little bit of the inside story. ”

"The roof of the tent can be faintly seen in the rear of the formation, where it is estimated that the camp of Grand Duke Mieshko rests, surrounded by the noble knights who are stationed, and the light cavalry may have been arranged on the two flanks, but the vacancy of the full heavy cavalry has been filled, and now it is either empty or protected by the remnants of the heavy cavalry."

"And there is a fishy smell coming from the right rear of this formation, as well as the sound of sheep crowing, it is estimated that it is likely to be their baggage, I don't know how many troops the Poles have arranged for the rear of the palace, but if we bypass the enemy in front of us and quietly touch in from the flank, the chances of success are absolutely very high!"

With that, I blinked my eyes and swept over several of my henchmen, all of whom stared intently at the drawings, their eyes shining with the same light.

"In order to be sure, act in the early morning of the next day, do not set off from the gate, avoid everyone's attention after dinner, and swing the elite out of the city with ropes, the personnel are personally selected by you, and you must be absolutely loyal and dare to die."

I motioned for them to lean closer to me, and lowered my voice and explained carefully: "The bull leads the people around the back of the Grand Duke's camp, and attacks first, you carry a lot of fire oil, make the momentum as loud as possible, attract the surrounding enemies to move closer to you, if there are too many enemies behind, choose a safe route to retreat and attack according to the actual situation." ”

"Yaroslav is responsible for burning the enemy's baggage, the number of people is not too large, wait until the bull is on fire before you act, you must burn me an inch of food!"

"Jensen responds in ambush, and the camera moves."

"Remember, this is dangerous, you must not fight hard, life is more important than anything else......," I said, my eyes were suddenly blurred with tears, and I had to pretend to yawn to cover up the past, and take the opportunity to wipe the corners of my eyes.

The bulls were also moved to tears, the atmosphere became depressing, and the pre-war arrangement was made like a memorial scene, I kicked and shouted according to their buttocks: "Get out of here, and each soldier will give a bowl of Zhuangxing wine before setting off, so as not to be stingy with the Duke." ”

The moon replaces the work of the sun on time as always, but its way is more gentle, there will always be literati and throughout the ages, drinking alone under the moon before the flower, no one wants to chant poems to the noon sun, it can be seen that the quiet and serene moonlight like the lake has always been gentle, but it is often hidden under the blur of fatal murder.

Regardless of ancient and modern, Chinese and foreign, despicable people always like to take people's heads by the cover of the night, and the scholars who pay attention to the point leave the murderer Wu Song with a bright and upright inscription, and the cruel bloody hands do not even leave a flaw.

I like the night, it is just like Gu Cheng's poem, it gives me black eyes, and always helps me to sneak attack and turn defeat into victory, so when I hid by the city wall at the back of the castle and watched the bull lead the warriors out like a thief, my heart had already begun to plan for the next step.

When you come to the city wall and stand still, the Polish camp opposite is brightly lit, much like the city with thousands of lights in the memory of later generations, and you can hear the joy of the Poles singing and dancing around the bonfire in the distance, presumably they have regarded victory as something in their pockets, and they are waiting for tomorrow to reach out and pick it gently.

Further back in the camp, I could see a lot of huge black objects, which were the protagonists of the next day's attack, and I could guess what they were without seeing them with my own eyes.

The iron-clad cone of sheep's horns crashing into the city, the ladder that can be carried by three people, and the catapult with a torsion winch......

When the sun rises above the horizon again, these man-made killers will immediately gain life and wipe out Neustadt Castle in a matter of moments.

Looking at the dark sky in the other direction, I finally had a chance to calm down and think about other trivial matters that had been entangled with me for a long time, involving an important person, or several.

It is common sense that it is impossible for the Poles to assemble a large army to besiege us before the end of spring sowing, and the information from all sides, which has just ended last year's fighting, indicates that the time for the enemy to re-equip will be at least until June of the following year.

Moreover, even if the enemy had the strength to regroup, there was no movement in the intelligence system for such a long time from their recruitment to their departure, could it be that the spies were collectively blinded?

After returning from the First World War, I did not disclose to Leonardo that I had contact with another Enides organization, but the old fellow should be able to analyze the reasons for the various conflicts that he has received from his own intelligence network and into Poland, and I don't believe that the two have no connection and understanding in the long history before, is it the old liar Isaac who has cleverly strangled all possible ways of transmitting intelligence, or does Leonardo want to give me a warning?

If that's the case, it's terrible......

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A gust of cold wind blew, along the wide open collar to the chest, the coldness of the henchman woke me up who was sleeping soundly on the city wall, and stood up with a burst of spirits, rubbed my sleepy eyes, and muttered regretfully:

"Grandma's, my pants are off, but you woke me up!"

Maybe it's due to sincerity, I really feel cold in the crotch, I hurriedly lowered my head and checked weakly, for fear that the fragrance in the dream just now would make me ugly, but fortunately, but the belt was loose, I wrapped my bearskin coat tightly, and the dense hair brought me a little warmth, and finally covered my mind from the freeze.

Looking up at the sky, the moon had crept across most of the sky, hanging on the west side close to the horizon and crumbling, maybe the early morning when everything was resting, made it start to doze off, no wonder I pouted and fell asleep.

The Polish camp was dotted with fireshadows, completely falling into a deep sleep, large tents and makeshift shacks set up by ordinary soldiers hidden in the darkness, like small mushrooms that were struggling to absorb nutrients and prepare to thrive the next day, presumably the earth-shaking snoring over there had already been one after another, and the Poles who were sleeping comfortably on their backs never imagined that death would come, and they were ignorantly waiting for the undead reapers of Nijmegen to take down their heads.

There seemed to be some movement, which seemed very clear in the silent night, and I hurriedly held my breath and listened carefully, for fear of missing the slightest clue of the beginning of the sneak attack, but the voice quickly disappeared into the boundless darkness and no more words, I stood up straight in disappointment, sat down against the wall again, and rushed over with a sleepy and lewd smile, trying to conquer another stumbling.

"If only I had a thousand more sturdy lads...... No, five hundred! Taking advantage of the chaos to cover up the past, no matter how many Poles are guaranteed to bomb the battalion, when the time comes, the defeated troops will come in waves, and Rao is Grand Duke Mieszko, who has three heads and six arms, will not be able to turn the tide, this is the subtlety of the sneak attack operation......"

I was in a daze as if I had really done it, and the corners of my mouth were grinning to the back of my head, and before I knew it, I fell asleep again.

I think I probably slept for a long time, because in my dream, I was chased by more than a dozen strong men with thick beards and ran wildly, and the big snot bubbles were thrown off, and the muscular man behind me ran excitedly and shouted:

"Chrysanthemum, chrysanthemum!"

I was so shocked that I suddenly fell to the ground with garlic under my feet, and finally I couldn't survive, and I couldn't die to experience the tragedy of chrysanthemums from blooming to withering, and this nightmare of the pit dad will end!

When I woke up, I felt a sore back, and I pounded my back that was about to break, comforting the palpitating little heart, which was just a physical reaction to a poor sleeping position, and the body that moved the joints to stand up straight.

The Polish camp on the opposite side was as calm as a green pool of stagnant water, and the few bonfires that were already small were gradually extinguished.