Griffith sat firmly on the bench wrapped in deerskin, the stove blazing, the charcoal crackling, the orange-yellow flame dispelling the winter cold, but it could not arouse the emotions of everyone present. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Lord Balmunck, it's almost evening, but Keynzburg is still standing, and Aster's star flag is still flying, is there something wrong with our strategy?"

Mura. Viscount Eric touched his chin, he didn't care much about the current battle situation, Kainzburg would be captured after all, he didn't worry about this matter at all.

Viscount Eric meant that Griffith's command mistakes had slowed down Wendland's army and caused great sacrifices, and Griffith would have been to blame if he had reported it to the higher echelons of the military at a later date.

"Astor took full advantage of the street fighting, our infantry could not penetrate the core of the city, and the cavalry could not fight in the intricate streets, so it seemed that we had to order all the soldiers to withdraw temporarily from Kainzburg, and we would crush them with artillery fire before making a decision."

Galio. Viscount Crassus was also on the sidelines.

If the Eastern Legion could not capture Cainzburg within these two days, then they would have to wait for the friendly forces to eat Fort Lothric, and after converging, plow Cainzburg with artillery fire, at which point the Eastern Front would be a burden to Windland, and Griffith would be the biggest sinner.

As for him and Viscount Eric, they already had their own domains, and they were not as desperate as Griffith was in need of establishing merit to solidify their position in the Windland Federation, so their enthusiasm for this war was actually not as high as that of a new nobleman like Griffith.

"Don't worry, the other lord's retreat is a signal that we are about to win, which means that Astor has not dared to launch a frontal battle against us, the infantry is just a consumable, I believe that Astor will not survive tonight."

Griffith said lightly, sipping down the warm red wine by the fire, he always seemed so relaxed and unmoved by the situation of battle.

"Since Lord Balmonk has said so, then we will not say anything more, but only listen to your orders."

Viscount Crassus couldn't figure out what medicine was sold in Griffith's gourd, but it was Griffith and not himself who was ultimately responsible, so Viscount Crassus didn't ask much.

It has been a long time since the city was breached in the early morning, to the time when Wendland's infantry broke into the castle, and now in the afternoon, it was thought that after breaking through the city walls, Astor would be defeated and flee as before, allowing Wendland to easily take over, but the reality is completely opposite.

Instead of abandoning the city, Aster's soldiers organized a fairly effective counterattack, which made the careless Wendland soldiers suffer, so much so that until now, they have not breached the long-besieged castle.

Griffith sat in the big tent and looked at the map in silence as if he was leisurely enjoying afternoon tea, and the other two adults were silent after a few words, and for a while, in the huge tent, there was only the sound of the fire burning quietly.

The silence was broken by the voice of the herald.

"Report to your lordship, there has been a breakthrough in the west of the city, and a small part of our army has already attacked the rear of the enemy's defensive front!"

Even on a cold winter day, the herald's sweat still soaked the heavy uniform.

"Let the troops move towards that gap, and you can't let Astel plug it."

Griffith seemed to have been waiting for this news for a long time, and he replied without thinking, and at the same time stood up, quite as if he was going to go into battle.

"Command the heavy cavalry echelon and the men of the White Lion Knights, get ready, and we will attack in a quarter of an hour."

"This ...... What are you doing here, Lord Balmonk? ”

Viscount Eric said as if surprised, he had a premonition that Griffith would make such a decision, after all, the young man in front of him was a descendant of the Duke of Balmonck, and it was quite reasonable that he would want to win the glory with his own hands.

In the Wendland tradition, it is an act of honor for a general to lead his troops into an attack, and it is a great honor to cut off the head of an enemy with his own hands, and Griffith, as a descendant of a famous family, still has the right to compete for this glory, even if he is a concubine.

Moreover, judging from the current intelligence, the strength of Aster's commanders is generally not strong, at most it is only the bronze peak, and once Griffith, who is at the silver peak, enters the battle, it will be a devastating blow to Aster.

According to intelligence, Vera Hill. Strass had long since been transferred out of Cainzburg, and the few remaining northern nobles had not shown up for a long time, and Griffith had reason to believe that their partners in the Asterl army had done something to the nobles, so now Griffith was the highest fighting force on the battlefield.

"I will lead the White Lion Knights to break the city, two adults, and the rear will be handed over to you."

Griffith said, having said that, the key military power is still in his own hands, so he doesn't have to worry about the two of them sneaking up on him from behind, he doesn't have any worries.

"Lord Balmonk is mighty, I wish you good luck."

Viscount Crassus said that he wanted to see what means Griffith would use to break through the castle that they had surrounded for a day, even though he was superb, but in the opponent's territory, and the complex terrain where the cavalry could not give full play to his advantage, Viscount Crassus did not think that Griffith could win a big victory.

He even thought of a picture of Griffith being ambushed and killed, but that was too unlikely, and there was no doubt that Griffith's attack would inevitably hasten the fall of Cainzburg.

"The glory of Your Excellency is with you, Speaker."

Viscount Eric said, and he stood up as he watched the young commander walk out of the tent with his broadsword.

As for Griffith, he naturally knew what the two viscounts thought in their hearts, and his attack this time was not unplanned, and Griffith made such a decision with absolute confidence.

"Gather the men of the White Lion Knights, let's enter the city through the west gate, and let them all bring 'that'."

As soon as Griffith came out of the tent, he said to the herald beside him.

The herald was puzzled by this inexplicable order, but he didn't dare to ask more, so he could only nod and salute, and walk quickly towards the garrison of the White Lion Knights.

Griffith, on the other hand, stood on the top of the hill, looking out at the smoke of Cainzburg in the distance, and carried the heavy broadsword in his hand to his back. (To be continued.) )