After a few harsh words, he threw down his battle flag, and Eckert immediately turned away, and then out of the army came rows of crossbowmen and hussars armed with horned bows, and politely and embarrassedly "greeting" the dwarven sentries home with a rain of arrows.

Whether they are home or not, make sure to keep them going all the way.

On the walls of the fortress, the dwarves watched almost as the messengers they had sent out scattered in a rain of arrows, pierced by countless arrows, one by one falling in pools of blood, and locust-like arrows covered the open space outside the fortress like straw.

When they saw the last messenger foaming at the mouth of blood, struggling to fall only half a step away from the city gate, the dwarves on the city wall were completely angry, and one by one they were dumbfounded, and angrily beat the weapons in their hands, and trampled the city wall with their iron boots.

This is no longer a declaration of war, this is a slap in the face to their face!

Soon, one after the trumpets sounded over the walls and watchtowers of the Silverhelm Fortress, and in less than a quarter of an hour, rows of ballistae and trebuchets roared the deepest of times, accompanied by the tooth-aching sound of mechanical spindles.

The sound of the storm-like bombardment made it seem as if the whole world was collapsing, and the falling earth and rocks plowed the positive piece of land, and the sand and gravel burst out, bringing a dull loud noise, tilting the power of destroying the world and destroying the world.

But it doesn't make much sense.

The Rangers and Crossbowmen had withdrawn long before the Dwarves bombarded, and this generation's ranged, or projectile weapons, largely followed a "game setting" that most people know.

Javelins are about twenty to forty paces, bows and crossbows are eighty to one hundred and twenty paces, small projectile weapons can reach two hundred to three hundred paces, and large similar trebuchets are about four hundred to five hundred paces.

Of course, dwarves who are master forgers and engineering experts tend to be able to craft more powerful projectile weapons, such as eight hundred paces away - but the accuracy is definitely much worse.

And Loren's army is a thousand paces away... It's better to aim at him than to aim directly at the moon - because both have the same hit rate.

With the experience of the Battle of the Thousand Hordes, and the knowledge of projectile weapons among the alchemists in the army, the soldiers knew that the mess would not fall on their heads, and that it would not cause any damage to morale at all.

So in the midst of the roar in the sky, a rather "weird" scene appeared: on the one hand, he was furious, eager to break the enemy's corpses into thousands of dwarves roaring on the city wall, and carried out non-stop oblique strikes against the military formation of Byrne in the distance;

On the other side, the silent Byrne's army gradually gathered and began to dig deep trenches, pile up earthen ramparts, and build siege and anti-siege positions, and was in full swing.

Only occasionally a few Boi hussars would stand outside the trenches, drinking mare's milk wine in a group, munching on the dried meat they had brought with them, pointing at the explosions not far away and the dwarves on the ramparts, guessing when the rectum would find that they could not be beaten at all.

For Loren, though, his goal has been achieved.

With the encirclement and suppression of the High King in front and the siege of Byrne's army in the back, the forces of the Silverhelm Mountain Fortress will have to be put all on the defense of the city.

According to Boris, under the Yunling Kingdom's system, the army was also tasked with monitoring the nobles and commoners, in other words, once their army had to go into battle, the rear was often left unmanaged.

In this way, there is an opportunity to take advantage of the situation.

Of course, Loren wasn't naïve enough to think that he would be able to drive straight into the Silverhelm and take the Silverhelm Mountain, a place that was favored by Farnesis, and there was definitely an unknown danger waiting for him.

But that's another story.

He didn't expect much help from an "inner ghost" either, it was enough to get through the first line of defense, thank God... Maybe even he was just a pawn used by the Farnesis to lure him into the bait.

Although there is no evidence, it is not impossible to do so.

The characteristic of the farnesist is that he is best at taking advantage of the "self-righteous" people – the inflated, conceited, careerists who think they have everything under control.

or use power, or simply the most direct force to tear the other party's inflated confidence to pieces, and kneel at his feet to drive him.

“...... I already know, in short, it's just a bluff, to scare the defenders in the city, in fact, we won't attack the city at all, right?"

After being stunned for a moment, Salika Jonah touched her head and asked rhetorically while guessing.

"It should be said that... Before the official siege, we will be able to take the Silverhelm Mountain. Loren shrugged: "But although it's a show, it still has to be fought, and it can't be seen through by them - sieges, trenches, and cavalry sweeps can't be less, anyway, the bigger the movement, the better." ”

"Ackert will be in charge of the infantry, the projection position will be given to Ain, and the cavalry will be in charge of Lanmalos... Miss Salika Jonah, I give you carte blanche to make the decision, when to fight, when to talk, you have the final say. ”

"That's for sure, you have to do a full set of plays. The girl nodded, but suddenly a sentence popped up: "But there is one thing I don't understand." ”

"Huh?" Loren raised an eyebrow, "Am I still not clear?"

"No, it's okay with that. Salika shook her head, "I just want to ask, why did you let Eckert say that we have an army of 100,000?"

"That's what you're asking?!" the black-haired wizard was stunned and dumbfounded.

"Why, shouldn't you ask?" the girl's expression was more incomprehensible than him: "All the panting people in the whole military camp are added together, there are not 100,000, where did your 100,000 army come from?"

"No, you're mistaken, that's just a strategy. Reluctant not to roll his eyes, Loren patiently explained: "The enemy doesn't really know how many troops we have now, so making them mistakenly think that we have enough strength to attack the city will help deepen the fear of us." ”

"Are you scaring them?" said Salika, blinking.

"Uh... No, not exactly, it's more like confusing them - when our troops are all in place, they will start to get confused, mistakenly thinking that we have reinforcements in the future, interfering with their decision-making, which is also a tactic. ”

"Are you scaring them?" the girl refused.

"I know what you think, yes, it seems like an exaggeration, but it's not... Do you think that in order to maintain the normal supply of this 25,000-strong army, the number of people operating in the entire logistics supply line has long exceeded this number, which is also an affirmation of their work. ”

"Are you scaring them?"

“...... Yes, I'm scaring them. Loren said with a blank face.

Salika smirked, her freckled dimples flushed, revealing two small tiger teeth.

Shrugging weakly, Loren, who rolled his eyes, let out a long breath.

After giggling for a while, Salika patted him on the shoulder and crooked the corners of her mouth with a big grin: "Okay, don't be depressed, you're still a dignified duke!"

It's not the first time I've done this kind of thing, and I'm very familiar with it—I know a lot better than you about how to fight and when to fight. ”

"You just have to hold on for a day or two, Eckert and Angget, and... And Ain, they'll all help you make the show. Loren said calmly:

"Two days, three days at most... I'll show you the result - win, we'll take the Silverhelm Mountain, we'll do what all the Byrne and Boi have failed to do for a thousand years, and we'll get more prestige than Laszló Varna. ”

"Defeated... If I'm lucky, it won't be too ugly, and I still have a way to end this war diplomatically. After saying that, Loren couldn't help but say more:

"If you're lucky......"

"That's your business, I'm not interested in Silverhelm Mountain, and I don't have much interest in merit. Salika said coldly:

"All I want is that man, whatever you plan to do with him, his life is mine—so you have to bring him back to me alive, that's it. ”

"I promise you, don't worry. Loren nodded solemnly:

"As long as he's in this fortress, he won't be able to escape!"