Ride and Cut

Winter City is the most important city in the northwest of the Stuart Kingdom, with nearly one million residents and tens of thousands of elite garrisons. The long-running fortifications are very strong, and the prosperous market has attracted many mages to settle down.

Siege has always been a tough job, not the same thing as a small town like Chaksh. To attack a big city like Winter City, the minimum requirement is to have absolute initiative in the surrounding area, to have a sufficient understanding of the enemy's movements, and to make long-term logistical preparations.

In other words, you have to take advantage, and it's an overwhelming advantage.

War is not a child's play. Its existence and development have its objectivity, which cannot be shifted by anyone's will.

It didn't take long for the Pompeii Expeditionary Force to enter the territory of Stuart. If judged by past experience, it should be at the stage of mutual trial at this time. After all, they are all first-class powers on the mainland, and the rotten ship still has three pound nails.

But judging from the battle report sent from the rear, Stuart's response to Pompeii's attack was surprisingly slow this time. So far, there has not been even one 10,000-level war.

In the largest battle, several Stuart regiments and the lord’s private soldiers launched their own defenses. Facing the Pompeii army, which had superior strength and command, it was quickly and easily defeated. Like a stone falling into a wave, it failed to stir up half a wave.

The Griffon ambition planted in the hands of Lord Lord a few days ago is already considered the strongest among them.

To be honest, it's not as easy as a national war, but more like an armed parade. Small towns were occupied one after another, regular troops were destroyed one after another, and large tracts of land fell into the grasp of Pompeii.

This is no longer explained by the phrase "to lure the enemy deeper", and the craziest commander cannot do this to such an extent.

In the end, there were only a few big cities left in front of Pompeii, and the defenders couldn't get out of them. This is also the reason for the preparations for attacking Winter City so quickly-compared with continuing to rush into the occupation, it is already a safer choice to take down a city that still has the ability to resist.

Pompeii's military operations are undoubtedly very smooth, but the question is how can it be so smooth?

Where did the regular army of hundreds of legions go? Where did the dragon knight and the magician go? Even if Stuart's strength has declined in recent years, he will definitely not fall to this point.

His Majesty the Mad King Belluny's random disturbance of the command must be one of the reasons, but it is unlikely to be the whole reason.

What's the matter with this problem-Richard must admit that he didn't want to understand, because the intelligence is not enough right now.

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Three days later, the main force of the legion rushed to Chakshi Town.

From their full spirit, neat queue, high morale, and loud slogans when they marched, Richard could only see one thing-they must have not fought many battles, at most some small-scale and unworthy battles.

Buster's subordinates have seen blood-all with shaggy beards and disorganized military appearances. But people are eye-catching, their eyes only flicker on the neck and chest, ready to do it at any time.

He looked at other people, and other people were also looking at him.

Whenever his eyes met, Lord Lord noticed that some people would show a subtle expression of disdain and envy, and then most of them immediately turned their heads to avoid them. She was as shy as a country girl who had never seen the world before, and Richard thought he had mud on his face.

There were also some young knights who looked at him with very enthusiastic eyes. If it were not for military discipline, they would probably ran over directly, causing Richard to think he had gold coins on his face.

But his face clearly doesn't even have a single stubble. It was just shaved this morning and it was very clean.

"They are jealous of you, Eagle Knight." Bedrick rolled his eyes and said boredly.

"Because I'm handsome?" Richard touched his face and felt good about himself.

"Fart, jealous of your reputation, your exploits! It was you who defeated the Blood Knight, you were the one who won the first victory, and you were the one who captured the Legion's flag!" Bedrick reached out and patted Richard on the shoulder, shaking his head for a while.

Although it is already in a state of war, the current situation is as calm as a windless lake. Not to mention the big army battles, even small-scale conflicts are few and far between.

As a result, the entire expeditionary army was facing the embarrassing situation of no battle to fight. The Pompeii soldiers eager for military exploits were like chicks waiting to be fed, but they were not satisfied at all.

If the dwarves are forced to pull out generals, the lord of Alpine Fort is almost the only candidate. What's more, his record is full of gold, and no matter how fastidious people are, it is difficult to continue to be demanding. With only a few hundred people, he broke an entire Stuart regiment and a town held by dozens of blood knights, and his own loss was astonishingly small. .

"You are already a celebrity. Many young knights use you as a role model." Bedrick shrugged exaggeratedly. "To be honest, I can't help but admire you a little."

"Oh, then I can sign you." Richard pulled out a booger and flicked his fingers.

A group of passing light cavalry was originally staring at the idol in their hearts, seeing this scene suddenly disillusioned, and they walked away desperately.

"Don't be proud." Bedrick looked around and there were no outsiders nearby, and then he smiled and said in a low voice: "No one can stand the limelight and be taken over by you alone. Turning back into the legion, 100% excluded by others. The early stalkers will rot first, don’t you understand?"

"That's a wooden stilt, can it be rotten if you change it for fine gold?" Lord Lord sneered from his nose, "Whoever wants to try it, then try it."

He is not very interested in things like infighting, but only if he doesn't provoke him. If someone has to have eyesight, Richard doesn't mind giving him a lesson that he will never forget.

After all, there is no lesson how to grow.

"Awesome!" Bedrick gave a sturdy thumbs up~www.readwn.com~ This is a nasty thing for others to say, and Richard has the kind of cruelty that one spit and one nail.

"I'm wondering whether it will disturb the two of you if I appear at this moment." Suffolk's voice came from behind.

He may not know the term Lixian Corporal, but the similar truth must be understood. The commander of the dignified Dragon Claw Legion, who took the initiative to talk to the two nominal subordinates, is undoubtedly a privilege.

"Cough cough." Bedrick's smirk disappeared instantly. He turned around and was already a decent aristocratic manner, and responded with the most authentic Wangdu accent, "My lord, you are too polite."

This kind of accent has always been considered extraordinary, but in Richard's words, it is like changing the voice during adolescence and not becoming agile.

Lord Lord turned his head, before he had time to say hello to Suffolk, his eyes were attracted by the person next to the legion commander.

He couldn't help but gasped, and reached out his hand and rubbed it twice before daring to believe his eyes.