Macarone led only a few dozen horsemen into the city of Severa from the south gate.

Such a small number of people will not arouse the alarm of the enemy army, but more troops have already sneaked into the city at night and are ready for action.

To prevent the prying eyes of Snowton's scouts, Tuchel also moved some of the city's defence troops to a large camp outside the city to maintain their original numbers.

"Your Excellency, according to the military orders of the Commander-in-Chief, everything in the city has been prepared. Viscount Reims, the commander of the city defense army, stepped forward and replied respectfully. Although in the military ranks, the position of the president of the city defense of Severa is not lower than that of the commander of the new army of light, but he understands the gap and expresses corresponding respect.

"Thank you, Lord. Macarone said politely. The Viscount of Reims was a clever fellow who had a good impression of the Bright Forces command, including Commander Tuchel.

The two marched side by side, followed by their own soldiers, and marched from the south gate to the northwest of the city. Along the way, Lance also asked a few questions about the military situation outside the city, and Macarone said it directly, but he didn't notice that when it came to Snowton's temporary advantage, a trace of extremely hidden joy flashed in the eyes of the city defense commander beside him.

"If the general is taken by surprise, he will be able to turn the tide of the battle in one fell swoop," they walked through the deserted streets, and Viscount Lance complimented with a smile, "Although the Snowton Middle Route Army claims to be more than 200,000, most of them are second-line legions, and the elite troops are less than fifty percent, and the gap between our army is not too big when you calculate it seriously." ”

"I hope so. Macarone glanced at him, wondering if the city defense commander was really bullshit or if he was playing stupid. It is true that there are less than 100,000 elites in the Snowton Middle Lane Army, but each of them is a hundred elite soldiers, and the only force that can compete with it in the Holy See of Light is the Templar Order. With the First Regiment of the Bright New Army that remained in Ranken.

"At worst, the enemy army can be severely damaged, and when the time comes, the generals will retreat into the city, and the exhausted Snowton will definitely have nothing to ......do with us," Viscount Reims chattered.

"yes. There was already a hint of impatience in Macarone's tone. Truth be told, he was not willing to retreat into the city of Severa. Because when the city is broken, the soldiers and civilians of the whole city are very likely to become sacrifices of the "blood faith". But if the Bright New Army is really defeated, they will have no other choice.

"By the way, General," Viscount Reims asked curiously, "I don't understand, why don't you just retreat into the city and rely on the walls to fight the enemy in a decisive battle?"

"Because then you lose the initiative to attack," Macarone replied casually. "The enemy can choose any direction to attack, and the narrow city walls, even if we have 100,000 troops, cannot be used, just like sewing clothes and needles to pierce cloth, sooner or later will be able to break through. ”

"I see. Lance nodded, but looking at his expression, he still didn't understand.

"What's more. Snowton, the fire mage, invented the 'bomb' array. Even if the walls of Severa are strong, they will not be able to stop the continuous blasting," Macarone continued, "At that time, our army of more than 100,000 people will not be able to spread out the formation at all. Wasn't he suffocated alive in the city?"

Viscount Reims always felt that there was something untrue in Macarone's words, but he didn't want to dig into it in the first place, so he didn't ask any more questions. The purpose of his remarks was actually to divert the attention of the other party. so as not to be found out about the oddities in the city.

"When the war comes, are the people hiding at home?" but the one who should come will come, glancing at the empty streets, Macarone frowned and asked, "But why can't you even see a soldier on duty?"

"Since the siege of the city by Snowton's army, the people have long been accustomed to the wartime system, and they will stay at home honestly with just one order, and only the people who can help will gather in the square near the city wall, so there is no need for patrols. Viscount Reims replied evasively.

"That's not bad, it seems that the Commander is very careful. Macarone nodded in approval, but he didn't know that this qiē was all the work of Bishop Nouns.

"General, we're here. Viscount Lance smiled awkwardly and stretched out his finger to point away.

At this time, there was only the last ray of light left, and in this corner of the city, a cavalry unit was stationed on horseback, their bayonets carrying triangular white-thorn banners.

Camp Snowton.

Villanoo sat in his tent, reading the edict in his hand, and with the ability of a legendary mage, there was no difference between being in the camp and being on the front, so he did not leave the camp.

After a while, the old magician read it, handed the edict to Sunia next to him, and said indifferently, "You can also take a look." ”

It was dark in the tent, and Sunia narrowed her eyes, trying to make out the handwriting on the paper. Villanoo smiled suddenly, and with the flick of his fingers, starlight appeared out of thin air, illuminating the entire tent.

Sunia glanced at it roughly, and looked at the old magician with a puzzled look on her face. Bilano motioned for him to be patient, looked up and shouted, "Soros, you come in." ”

The door curtain was opened, and an honest middle-aged mage walked into the tent, bowed respectfully and said, "Master, are you looking for me?"

Bilano looked at him, his gaze became more and more stern, and sweat gradually oozed from Soros's forehead, and it was difficult to hide the panic on his face.

"When were you bought by the aristocratic forces?" until he shuddered and seemed to collapse to the ground, when Vilanoo suddenly asked.

"This ...... This ...... "Soros still wants to defend.

But Vilano didn't give him a chance, and shouted, "Raise your head and answer me!"

There seemed to be a strange magic in his voice, Soros obediently looked up, but seeing the starlight in the old magician's eyes, his eyes suddenly became dull, and he replied in a fifteen-ten manner, "It was last winter." ”

Bilano snorted and waved his hand to disarm the spell.

"Master, master, I know it's wrong," Soros came to his senses, fell to his knees, and begged in a wailing voice, "I confess, I confess, please give me another chance." ”

"Did they let you convey the battle situation on the front line as soon as possible?" Villanoo asked indifferently after easily breaking the other party's will.

"Yes, yes. "Soros kowtows like pounding garlic.

"Then you can convey it," Bilanoo looked at Sunia, and the young staff officer reacted, picked up the edict and read, "The king was greedy for merit, our army forcibly crossed the river, and the enemy counterattacked in the middle of the river, causing our side to suffer heavy losses and return in defeat...... The people in the army were panicked, and the soldiers were all depressed and had no intention of fighting again. ”

... (To be continued......)

PS: (Second update.) ）