Chapter 1013
In the early morning, Lotaire, Deep Limburg.
Heavy snow.
With the winter, the sudden heavy snowfall is not untimely for the defenders of Deep Limburg-although we have made sufficient preparations, we even abandoned Deep Limburg at a critical moment and led With the idea of the army and the people retreating, Ruben Fried still found that he still underestimated the enemy.
Wearing light armor or even unarmored cloth robe, the Azorean warriors wielding sharp knives and lance, whether it is any single military force, the tacit understanding of teamwork and even mobility The speed is far beyond his imagination.
After communicating with Loren, Ruben did not think that the enemy would have a group of elites similar to Knight, and he did not doubt that the elves’ battle strength level should be higher than that of humans; but if it is based on the current situation Look, I'm afraid every Azores warrior has the level of "Knight"!
After the war, with the mentality of "home battle advantage", Ruben organized two sneak attacks against the enemy’s back line in the ancient wood forest; Once they turned the encounter into a positional battle; they even tried several times to quickly maneuver through the forest to surround them in reverse.
After heavy losses on both occasions, Ruben finally gave up the idea of contempt, and turned to stick to the deep Limburg, and at the same time sent a large number of elite Lothair archers to ambush in the forest to organize a small-scale sneak attack .
Advancing from the foggy moon court, and being restricted by the terrain of the marching road, for a while, the Azorean elven army, which was unable to organize enough troops to attack the deep Limburg, turned to build camps in the open space near the forest. Confronted with the defenders of Deep Limburg.
So winter has arrived.
Maybe it’s because the baggage hasn’t kept up, or maybe it’s because I didn’t expect to stand up until winter; the elven army outside the city of Deep Limburg didn’t even carry winter clothes!
Almost as long as you stand on the city wall, you can see the naked eye. Twenty thousand Azores warriors only have armor and cloth robes. They are shiver coldly in the cold wind.
This made the defenders of the Deep Forest all relaxed-winter is here, which means that until the beginning of the next year, unless the enemy intends to freeze to death in a mass, it is impossible to attack Deep Forest in the wind and snow, and more impossible Take a half step forward.
But Ruben Fried did not think so.
"They will definitely come."
Standing on the edge of the parapet, the young Grand Duke Lotaire murmured while looking at the ancient wood forest covered by the snowstorm. The red hands clasped the retaining wall tightly involuntarily.
"What?"
The war dancer standing beside him, the female elf Liya raised her eyebrows and couldn't help but glance at him.
"I mean your fellow... Azores warrior." Looking at the tall silhouette, Ruben, who wanted to say "your compatriot", quickly changed his words:
"If I were them, I would organize a full-scale offensive in the near future to test the strength of the Deep Limburg defenders-if they are tough enough, then retreat; if the defense is empty, I will defeat us all at once."
"Why?" The female elf didn't understand:
"It's snowing now, can you really organize an offense at this time?"
"Yes...but it's very difficult "Big." Ruben shook his head: "But the guy in Loren told me that in the so-called war, the most important thing is to understand one's own strengths and weaknesses, followed by the enemy; only after clarifying this can we make a judgment as to when it should be. Attack, when to defend."
"So I asked myself what our strengths and weaknesses are-without a doubt, it was the waiting for work and this sudden heavy snow that allowed Shenlinbao from the border stronghold, It has become a fortress that is difficult to capture."
"Our disadvantage is that we have seriously underestimated the enemy’s battle strength. It is difficult to confront the enemy head-on in the forest where the cavalry cannot deploy; the only advantage is the bow and arrow, because of the sky. It is difficult for Daxue to add."
"And the enemy?" Grand Duke Lotaire muttered to himself: "There is no doubt that they have the absolute advantage of fighting head-on, but their disadvantage is only one..."
"Time is their only disadvantage-there are still three months before the end of winter, and their material reserves will definitely not last for three months, and they will not wait until 3 months later to attack the ones that have been accumulated for a long time. Deep Limburg."
"So if I were the enemy, I would take advantage of the harshest winter before it completely came down, risk an attack-even if we can not capture Deep Limburg, we must thoroughly understand us. The details and defensive deployment!"
"This is the most useful one I learned from Loren..." Before he finished speaking, Ruben suddenly remembered something and turned his head, somewhat sorry. Explanation: "Sorry, I didn’t mean to mention..."
"It’s okay, don’t care about this!"
The female elf coldly said: "Why should I care about him, Besides...he is already married, and he won't come to Deep Limburg and Ancient Wood again, will he?"
Isn't this still very concerned?
Twitching his throat, Ruben didn't say anything.
Although it is far away, the news that Byrne is about to hold a ceremony reached Shen Limburg; of course, the ceremony is not the key, the wedding is the key.
Apart from the two of them, is there a second possibility for the wedding, which was personally organized by the female count of the Scarlet Blood Castle and was "critical" to the Duke of Byrne?
Calculating the time, a few days have passed since the wedding, and that guy... Ruben couldn't help sighed.
The female elf pressed her mouth tightly, turned her head in a daze, and turned her gaze to the forest outside the city wall that was blocked by the wind and snow.
Grand Duke Lotaire lowered his head, his gaze naturally fell on the "Shadow Sword" hanging from his waist—this was given to him by Loren after the dispute over the Mist Moon Court was over. The spoils of war.
The front is as light, and the body is like a silver mirror; it is as light as a feather, and the iron is like mud.
Like the Azores in front of me.
"Lea, there are some things...I think you should think about it again." Can't help but raise his gaze, Ruben frowned slightly: "This war is a battle between the Empire and the Azores Kingdom. , Has nothing to do with your elves in the morning star forest, why..."
"There is no why!"
The female elves suddenly turned her head and stared at Ruben: "I tell After Loren, I also tell you now-we are children of the ancient wood forest, we are proud elves; we stand to die, never kneel to live!"
"As for the Azores Blood relatives, from the moment they took the Morning Star Forest, we are no longer our blood relatives; we are not fighting for your empire, for your humanity, but for our homeland."
"So don't be affectionate there, and think about us, Ruben Fried!"
The voice fell, and the green-faced female elf turned her head away, pursing her mouth more "seriously" Staring at the vast expanse of wind and snow, as if able to tell her the answer she wanted.
More importantly, she did not dare to look back, she did not dare to look at Ruben, who was for herself and the Morning Star Forest Elf; she was afraid that she would be under the eyes of the other person, and could not help but bow her head to apologize and admit that she was herself Wrong, admit that I really need Loren's help.
That, that guy...
have already let go of the cruel words with him, and actually married his female relative quietly, and let him I took the initiative to come to the door and begged him to take him in. This is really...
Can't do it, absolutely can't do it!
I would rather die than watch his wicked smile "You really came to me"!
She clenched her fist, and the female elf clenched her teeth.
Ruvin didn’t care much about what she said, shrugging his shoulders with an indifferent look: “Since you’re not going to leave, how about staying and helping me stick to Deep Forest Castle together—just like At the beginning, I was like the Shen Limburg count, fighting together!"
"Of course, if you don’t want to, I can send the next batch of convoys back to Eaglesport with you; if you really If he refuses to go to Byrne, then at least it should be possible in Lotaire's forest..."
"Assign the task, Lord Duke!" The female elf lifted her shoulders, and said in a hurried manner: "Say, which fortress, city wall or tower do we want to stick to? Or... let us leave Deep Limburg and sneak attack the enemy?"
"No need!" Ruben laughed. : "Your most important task now is to train soldiers!"
"Training soldiers?"
"Yes, I want you to train according to your war dancers' standards. My soldiers!"
Ruwen nodded hard: "We still have half a winter time-half a winter, I want to let the warriors of Lotaire thoroughly understand how to deal with When the elves fight, they understand where their strengths are and where their enemies' weaknesses are; even if there are no results, they can at least prepare them psychologically."
"They used to fight humans, wild beasts, and monsters. , All they learned were the methods of fighting against humans, wild beasts and monsters; now they want to fight against elves, of course they must learn how to fight against elves!"
The female elves are slightly startled, over It took a while to understand Lu Wen's meaning.
"This...it’s okay, but the training of war dancers is very strict, even the elves can’t be fully accepted by everyone." Liya somewhat helplessly said: "If your warriors insist on not Go down, or refuse to receive training..."
If Reuben just needs to understand the elves’ battle method, Liya doesn’t matter, but if you want to train according to the standards of war dancers, it’s a different matter. ——According to the human physical fitness and characteristics he has learned, the probability of being able to train successfully is infinitely close to zero.
Of course, except for a certain wizard!
"If anyone dares to refuse, he will be treated as treason!" As for the female elf's concerns, Ruben was very decisive: "I was the first to receive training. Who dares to say that I can't stand it?!"
"Of course, you are not the only one; all the elves of the Morning Star Forest, I also want you to persuade them to train with my warriors according to the strictest standards; after all, the purpose is to thoroughly understand the elves and humans The advantages and disadvantages in the battle are meaningless if you are not serious."
"Is this kind of request acceptable?"
In the face of Ruben’s scorching eyes, some The helpless female elf can only be nodded: "I can only do my best-the war dancers of the ancient wood forest and the warrior of the Azores are completely different. It is hard to say whether what we taught you is useful."
"Whether it works or not, I can only try it." Ruben sighed and looked towards the white snow: "This snow is the deadline. When it ends, we have to..."
What do you need?
The female elf raised her eyebrows suspiciously, but the female elf who turned her head found that Ruben gritted her teeth and stared at the heavy snow outside the wall, with a trace of panic reflected in her pupils.
In the white snow outside the wall...
It was very abrupt, and there were many huge silhouettes, no fewer than dozens of them.
And getting closer and closer, getting clearer.
"It's ogre?!" Ruben of gnashing teeth already roared out: "These lunatics, where did they find ogre to die for them?!"
The female elf on the side was shocked and felt a pain of rise in the mind.
So many ogre suddenly appeared outside the deep forest, which means that there are no elven war dancers still standing on the wall of the tree; and the elves who regained their homeland southward may have already been bode ill. rather than well!
What is this......
"wū wū wū wū ————————————"
The rapid horn interrupted The female elf's thoughts were almost just a blink of an eye, and the alert sounded through the entire Deep Limburg; the fortress that had just been deadly silent, leisurely and content, immediately entered a state of full alert.
"Enemy attack——!"
The roaring Ruben turned around abruptly, "Cang Lang" drew the sharp sharp knife from its sheath, looked Knights and bow shooters who are quickly gathering towards the city wall:
"Prepare for the battle——!"
"Lotel————!!!!!!"
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Hundreds of Lothar Knights responded to their lord with the most traditional and neat shouts, summon surrounded by warriors like a group of headless flies.
"Ruwen..." The female elf's voice trembled slightly, but she recovered her calm within a second: "Let me go!"
"What's the kidding? !" Lu Wen turned his head abruptly when he heard this, ignoring his warriors: "I didn't see the snow outside, are you still going to charge ahead and fight the monsters?!"
"Out there is flat ground, there is no place to rely on it, and there is no place to settle, but this is a forest?!"
"I am a war dancer, I was born and trained how to fight ogre ——Is there any tree, it’s the same to me!" The female elf stared back unceremoniously:
"even more how you want me to be your instructor for your proud and arrogant warrior; no Seeing my abilities, how could they convince me, the instructor?!" After finishing speaking, before he could reply, the female elf jumped down the stairs and stood in front of the castle gate.
"Duke, this..." Knight, who was in charge of the city gate guard, turned his head and looked at Ruben very embarrassed: "The elves of the morning star forest are our allies, and Lord Liya is their leader. If..."
"Open the city gate!"
Turning his head abruptly, Ruben roared violently: "Give her the gun and let her go!"
"Then you all showed me clearly and saw how the elven war dancers fought. Learn something for me—and, to cover her, all the cavalry mounted horses for me, at the city gate Wait!"
"Yes!"
With the snapping of the gate and the sound of the chain pulling, the city gate slowly opened.
The female elf took a deep breath, held the long spear upside down, and walked across the city gate in a battle.
Walk towards the vast expanse of whiteness.