While Grouchy and Vidum were talking. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 Suddenly, I heard a commotion on the walls of the Snow Fortress, and the sound of a snare drum and horn came vaguely, as if an army was arranging a queue. Looking up, there were flags waving back and forth, one banner after another moving from one end of the city wall to the other, and the stream was endless. It's just that the distance at the foot of the wall is too far to see what the flag is.

Groushi looked a little surprised in his heart, "The reinforcements from the western realm have arrived, and now they are starting to go to the city to set up defenses?"

This was the point of El's cleverness, he knew that the distance between the wall and the wall was too far for the banner orc to see clearly. But if you just let women walk back and forth on the city walls with flags, you will be exposed. How can there be an army going back and forth like this, isn't the team all chaotic? He let the women walk again, put down the banner and hide from the cat's waist and walked back, and then raised it again and walked again, anyway, the orcs couldn't see clearly. Combined with the snare drum and horn, this creates a steady stream of reinforcements and the illusion that the defense is impregnable.

This is called "showing strength with weakness". From ancient times to the present, it is a common strategy used by soldiers.

In fact, this plan is not without flaws, and if other human soldiers hear it, they will laugh off their big teeth. What kind of snare drum and horn is this, it's all blown and beaten. This snare drum horn is all about loud sound - strong military might, simple and clear - convenient command, consistent rhythm - accurate. The sound on this snow fortress was completely blown by the women of the western realm according to the command, at certain intervals, and the length of time varied, and the sound was loud and small. But don't say it, although he is an amateur, he follows the command and blows, and at first glance it sounds very rhythmic, so he just bullies and bullies orcs who don't understand.

The orcs under the wall were quiet for a while, and they no longer had the momentum they had just now. No matter how brainless the orcs are, they know that if reinforcements from the west really arrive, then this fortress will really not be able to be captured.

Medea glanced at Al, "I can't see it, little Al, you're still going to do this." ”

Al didn't have a smug look on his face, "It's not that my strategy is clever, but the orcs have always been worried about the reinforcements from the west, and as time wears out, their worries are getting worse day by day. ”

Just saying this, Al's brow did not relax, but became more and more furrowed. He thought for a moment and instructed the women who were blowing, "Don't listen to the command, just play to the rhythm you like, the more chaotic the better." ”

"Hey, little Al, aren't you revealing flaws like this, no matter how stupid the orcs are, they will find out that there is a problem, right?"

Grouchy looked at the wall with a solemn face, like an old hunter who was chasing, even if it was far away and vague, hoping to find a clue. Suddenly, the sound of the snare drum and horn on the wall was chaotic and became noisy, and the noise that could be called a commotion came, which made people scratch their heads.

"Could it be that those movements on the wall are fake, and the reinforcements from the west haven't come at all?" Grouchy snickered in his heart, but soon wondered, "Even if it is fake, how can those humans make such a mistake? Could it be fake, a decoy." Like a cunning snow bear, pretending to hibernate and seducing those careless prey?"

He was at war with heaven and man in his heart, and the care to preserve the strength of the orcs was intertwined with the desire for victory, and he had to be cautious, it was likely that the fate of the entire race of orcs was in his thoughts. But in the end, the bravery and fearlessness in the orc's blood prevailed, and he decided: just attack with all your might!

"Orcs are different from humans, maybe humans will be frightened out of fear and concern, but orcs will not, such a strategy may be able to scare them, but it will never scare them away, and the orcs will definitely attack again. ”

"So I deliberately showed a little flaw, so that they had some worries and hopes, and made up my mind to break the boat and put all my strength on the next attack. Al explained to Medea next to her.

"Isn't that even worse?" Medea wondered.

"The mourning soldiers will win, and the orcs of the Trapped Beast Fight have been organized to forcibly attack the city, and the teacher who cannot use large-scale magic alone cannot stop them. So I'll give it a go," Al's eyes flashed with heat, and finally he threw himself to the table again, this time not only himself, but also the sacrificed warriors, and the people who were to protect them were all pinned on the dice, just waiting for the dealer of fate to open the gambling jar.

"Orcs have such a tradition: they worship warriors and despise cowards. The more important the leader, the more important it is to take the lead. Especially in the most important battles, the leaders are to lead the charge, believing that such an act will please the Father and Mother Earth and bless the orcs to victory. That's where we have our last chance to win. ”

"Shoot a man before a horse, capture a thief before capture the king. But even if that leader leads the charge, there will be elite orcs around to protect him. So ask the teacher to find out the leader in the first wave of attacking orcs, capture or kill them. It's better to capture it alive, though. ”

"Shoot a man before a horse, capture a thief before capture the king. This is the first time I've heard that, so where did you hear that?" Medea was a little curious.

"Ahem, this is the saying in my hometown, you are lonely and unheard, and it is normal that you have not heard of it. ”

Medea was so angry that she decided to ignore Ayr. I fool her with this set every time. Besides, isn't Al's hometown the West, why hasn't she heard of it?

Not to mention Medea and El are angry. Grouch covered himself with a layer of leather armor and took up arms and prepared to lead the army into battle. His weapon is strange, unlike the heavy weapons of ordinary orcs, Grouchy's weapon is similar to a human spear, the head of the spear is sharpened from the fangs of the Snow Wolf King, it is extremely strong and crystal clear, and it also exudes a cold air around it. The barrel of the spear is made of the backbone of the snow bear, the hardest part is polished and carved, and the head of the spear is tightly fitted, which was given to him by the elder before he set out on the expedition.

Vidum walked up behind Groushi, "I'd better get on it, the orcs still need your wisdom." ”

Grouchy shook his head: "You are in such a bad health, barely going to the battlefield is just to die." And don't underestimate me, I'm also an orc warrior. Hopefully, this will allow us to gain the favor of our Heavenly Father and Mother Earth, and bless the orcs through this difficult time. Grushi prayed to Heavenly Father and Mother Earth.

Grouchy organized the orcs to launch a final attack, and he could not wait for the orcs to slowly chisel the ice away, so he ordered the orcs to pick up the water-washed ladder and continue to repair and build.

"So those orcs can't wait, they must still use the ladder. This is much easier, after the teacher catches this leader, and then blows up all these ladders, these orcs will no longer be a threat. "El hurry up and make the final battle arrangements.

"Won't arresting their leader anger the orcs and backfire? ”

"Teacher, do you know what a leader is? The so-called leader is responsible for leading his followers on the right path and not turning corners. Emotions such as anger, sadness, and joy are abandoned, and even self-esteem and humanity are lost. Everything is based on your own judgment and calculation. They are as ruthless as machines, as bloody and cruel as butchers, as calculating as bookkeepers, and who let reason dominate their brains and become terrible monsters. They often open their own wounds, and this is not enough, they have to tear open the wounds of others. They are respected but hated, loved but forever resented. They are constantly thinking about other people, but they are often lost in themselves. They look unattainable, but in fact they have been lying humbly on the ground, struggling like ants with all their might, trying to hold on to the last hope. ”

"Sometimes they can find a way, and that path can be the only way, it may be the wrong way, it may be the dead end. It is even possible that they themselves will get lost. ”

"But, they're always trying to find it. The so-called chieftain, the so-called Führer is such a person. ”

"Orcs have muscles in most of their brains, they don't have an IQ, and they are often swayed by their emotions and can't find their way. Therefore, a wise leader is even more important to the orcs. ”

"Without a leader, what will be left of the orcs? Anger begins with stupidity and ends with regret (original: Pythagoras). Orcs who have lost their leader are stragglers and cannot organize an effective attack. Anger without the restraint of reason will only bring the worst results. ”

"The orcs will lose, and we will win. "He ruled categorically like a judge, and he declared it unquestionably like a pope.

Medea turned her head to look at El, the sun shining on her emaciated and prominent cheekbones, with a metallic sheen as if it had been plated with a layer of silver. The face is expressionless, the lips are pursed and the eyebrows are slightly wrinkled, which makes the lines of the face look much harder. Medea suddenly had the feeling that the El was like a machine in his mouth.

Perhaps he didn't realize it, but he was only fourteen years old, but he looked like the leader and head he had just described.

It's just that Medea looked at the Iron Thorn Badge that was still firmly pinned to her chest after so many desperate battles,

It doesn't look so ruthless.