Maccarone led only a few dozen horses and entered the city of Severa from the south gate. Such a small number of people would not alert the enemy, but more troops had already sneaked into the city under the cover of night and were ready to prepare. In order to prevent the snooping of Snowton scouts, Tuchel also transferred some of the city defense troops to the camp outside the city to maintain the original number. "General, in accordance with the military orders of the headquarters, the city is fully prepared." Viscount Lance, the commander of the city defense army, came forward and reported respectfully. Although in the military hierarchy, the position of the President of Severa City Defense was no lower than that of the Legion Commander of the New Army of Light, he understood the difference and expressed corresponding respect. "Thank you for your hard work, Lord Commander." Maccarone said politely. The Viscount of Reims is a smart guy who obeys the instructions of the headquarters of the Bright New Army. Everyone, including Commander Tuchel, has a good impression of him. The two men rode forward side by side, with the soldiers following behind, heading 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. Maccarone told the truth, but he did not notice that when it was mentioned that Snowton had the temporary advantage, something flashed in the eyes of the city defense commander next to him. There was a trace of extremely hidden joy. "The General's surprise will definitely turn the tide of the battle in one fell swoop," Viscount Lance smiled and complimented as they walked through the deserted streets. "Although the Snowton Center Army is said to have more than 200,000 men, most of them are second-line corps and elite troops. Less than 50%. Seriously, the gap between our army is not too big. " "I hope so." Maccarone glanced at him, wondering whether the city defense commander was really nonsense or just pretending to be stupid. . There are indeed less than 100,000 elites in Snowton's central army, but each one is an elite soldier who has fought in hundreds of battles. The only force in the Holy See of Light that can compete with them is the Knights Templar. and the First Legion of the New Army of Light who stayed in Ranken. "At the worst, it can severely damage the enemy. When the generals retreat into the city, the exhausted Snowton Center will definitely be unable to do anything to us" Viscount Lance said nonstop. "Yes." There was already a hint of impatience in Maccarone's tone. To be honest, he was not willing to retreat into Severa City. Because the moment the city is destroyed, the entire city's soldiers and civilians are likely to become sacrifices of the "bloody faith". But if the Guangming New Army is really defeated, they will have no other choice. "By the way, General," Viscount Lance asked curiously, "I have never understood why you don't just retreat into the city and rely on the city wall to fight the enemy in a decisive battle?" "Because then you will lose the initiative to attack. ," Maccarone replied casually. "The enemy can choose any direction to launch an attack, and the narrow corridor of the city wall cannot be opened even if we have a hundred thousand troops. It is just like using a sewing needle to pierce cloth, it will be broken sooner or later." "I see." Lance He nodded, but looking at his expression, it was still unclear. "What's more, that fire mage Snowton invented the 'bomb' array. Even if the walls of Severa are thick, they can't stop the continuous blasts," Maccarone continued, "By then, more than a dozen of our Wan Dajun couldn't deploy their formation at all. Aren't they being suffocated to death in the city? " Viscount Lance always felt that there was something untrue in Maccarone's words, but he didn't want to go into it, so he didn't. Ask again. The purpose of what he said was actually to divert the other party's attention. In order to avoid being discovered the weird things in the city. "When the war comes, are the people hiding at home?" But what is supposed to come will always come. Scanning the empty streets, Maccarone frowned and asked, "But why can't you see even a single soldier on duty?" "Since Snowton's army besieged the city, the people have long been accustomed to the wartime system. With just one order, they will stay at home. Only the people who can help will assemble in the square near the city wall, so , there is no need to go on patrol," Viscount Lance replied in an evasive manner. "That's not bad. It seems that the Lord Commander is very attentive." Maccarone nodded in praise, but he didn't know that all of this was the credit of Bishop Norns. "General, we are here." Viscount Lance smiled awkwardly and pointed. At this time, there was only the last trace of skylight left. In this corner of the city, a cavalry unit was stationed on standby. Their bayonets carried triangular white thorn flags. Snowton Camp. Vilanoor sat in the tent, browsing the edict in his hand. With the ability of the legendary mage, there was no difference between being in the camp and being on the front line, so he did not leave the camp. After a while, the old magician finished reading the edict and handed the edict to Sunia beside him, and said calmly, "You should also take a look." In the darkness of the tent, Sunia squinted his eyes and tried hard to identify the handwriting on the paper. Vila?o suddenly smiled, and with a snap of his fingers, stars appeared out of thin air, illuminating them.The whole tent lit up. Sonia glanced through it roughly, with a look of confusion on his face, and looked at the old magician in confusion. Villanuo signaled him to wait patiently, raised his head and shouted, "Soros, come in." The door curtain opened, and an honest and dull middle-aged mage walked into the tent, bowed respectfully and said, "Master, please find Me?" Vilano looked at him with increasingly severe eyes. Sweat gradually appeared on Soros's forehead, and he could not hide the look of panic on his face. "When were you bribed by the noble forces?" Until he was fighting with each other and seemed to collapse to the ground, Vilano suddenly asked. "Thisthis" Soros still wanted to defend. Vilanno didn't give him a chance, and shouted in a clear voice, "Raise your head and answer me!" His voice seemed to contain strange magic power. Thoros raised his head obediently, but saw the stars in the old magician's eyes. He His eyes suddenly became dull, and he answered in a straight-forward manner, "It was last winter." Vilano snorted and waved his hand to dispel the magic. "Master, Master, I know I was wrong," Soros came to his senses, knelt on the ground, and begged, "I confess, I plead guilty, please give me another chance." "Are they going to let you? Will the battle situation on the front be communicated back as soon as possible?" Vilano asked calmly, easily breaking the opponent's will. "Yes, yes." Soros kowtowed as if pounding garlic. "Then just convey it," Vilannoo looked at Sunia. The young staff officer reacted and picked up the edict and read it, "Your Majesty, your Majesty was greedy for power and rushed forward. Our army forcibly crossed the river, and the enemy's counterattack in the middle caused our losses. They returned with a heavy defeat The people in the army were panicked, and the soldiers were dejected and had no intention of fighting anymore. "(To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster! ps: (Second update.) .