Lord of the North

Following Cecil's fury, everyone in the hall couldn't help shrinking their necks, and immediately fell silent.

Although Atum has not shown signs of launching a general attack for the time being, they all know in their hearts that once the enemy launches a full-army attack, it will be difficult to stop them with the city wall of less than ten meters in the Baria pass.

This is not a boulder fortress. Even the siege ladders need to be specially made. Atum has a lot of time and means to make siege equipment. It is even too late for them to start using nearby trees to make catapults and siege vehicles.

At this time, if there is no good idea to stop Atum, just be dumb honestly. This is the unanimous thought in the hearts of everyone present.

When Cecil saw that this group of people were either staring at each other and pretending to have nothing to do with him, or hunching their necks like a quail, the anger in his heart couldn't stop rising.

If you give him a knife now, maybe he will kill one or two people to frighten them and establish his majestic image.

"A bunch of idiots! Don't you have any other uses besides being greedy for life and fear of death?!"

Even though most of the generals present were minor nobles, Cecil still cursed angrily. He was not afraid of offending anyone.

His reputation was already bad when he betrayed Atum, and now he can only be Phil's vicious dog, and he will inevitably offend these nobles in the future.

"There are too few soldiers in the Baria pass, and the space of the city wall is also a bit small. There is no way to arrange a large number of soldiers to defend at the same time, and even if we let all our people rush up, they will not be able to stop the enemy."

A slightly elderly nobleman spoke calmly after Cecil finished his rant. He didn't seem to mind Cecil's disrespect. At his age, many things had already been overlooked.

Moreover, he didn't speak when the other generals were yelling before, but just took a nap with his eyes slightly closed, and his energy was not enough when he was getting older.

"Viscount Newt is right, and the Barea pass is not easy to defend and difficult to attack. It was originally a toll booth set up by a local noble, but the not-so-wide city wall is actually not a big deal for us. It is a disadvantage, after all, the number of enemies attacking the city wall at the same time will be relatively small."

A young general sitting next to Viscount Newt also expressed his opinion. He is not a nobleman, but he is a confidant of Viscount Newt.

As they basically opened their mouths, the surrounding nobles and generals also nodded thoughtfully, and then spoke in agreement, and even a few people put forward different opinions and perfect suggestions.

It's not that they are short-sighted. People who can reach their level are generally not trash. It's just that too long a comfortable life has corrupted their thoughts.

"But General Cecil, these are not what we should be concerned about at the moment. What we should consider most is why Atum keeps sending people to harass but not really attack."

After a while, Viscount Newt, who had been silent after opening the topic, spoke again. He always felt that Atum had other plans.

Judging from the interactions they had had over the years, he would not naively think that Atum was doing meaningless actions.

"His purpose is very simple. It is to paralyze the will of our soldiers, and wait until we think he will not attack." Cecil sneered.

As expected, he was once second only to Atum. Cecil could easily see through what he wanted to do and what ideas he had. However, being able to see through is one thing, and being able to make corresponding plans is another. is another matter.

This can be said to be a rogue tactic made Cecil feel a headache. He knew what the opponent's idea was, but he still couldn't relax his vigilance. Who knows when Atum will suddenly attack?

But if this goes on like this, my soldiers will not be able to hold on anymore, the mental load brought to them by the long day and night upside down is very huge.

These soldiers are not extraordinary powers. What's worse is that some of these soldiers are militias, the kind that usually farm, because some nobles have a relatively small population in their territories, and their soldiers are usually in a semi-agricultural state.

When they have no mission, they are farmers. When it is their turn to garrison towns, they wear leather armor or even cloth armor to serve as patrol soldiers in the territory. The combat effectiveness of such people can be imagined.

"That's the situation. Do you all have a better way to break the situation?"

Cecil asked a little depressingly, if he had a way, he would never call these people to make him angry, but there are many people and strength, so many people will always have one or two ideas that can be used for reference.

But to his heart's content, when he said these words, everyone fell silent again, even Viscount Newt and his confidant remained silent.

Seeing this situation, General Cecil almost spit out old blood wine, his face seemed to be covered with dark clouds, so gloomy that it was about to drip water.

"Hey, General Cecil, what else can we do now? It's nothing more than waiting for Earl Hicks of the Nelson family to lead his troops to volunteer, and according to the intelligence of the scout soldiers, they will be able to arrive in Bari within seven days at most. As long as we can persist until that day, all our worries will be solved.”

Seeing that the meeting fell into an awkward and strange silence again, Viscount Newt had no choice but to open his eyes again and express his opinion. He is the direct descendant of General Cecil, and it is most appropriate for him to come forward to make a rescue at this time.

Who made him not reconciled to the decline of his family, so he agreed to the special envoy from Sloven on a whim, and rebelled with General Cecil?

"I'm afraid that Atum won't give us a chance."

As soon as he finished speaking, a fat nobleman with a mustache stroked his beloved mustache, sighed and continued the conversation.

It caused a group of people around to glare. This person really doesn't know how to speak.

Even Viscount Newt choked on this sentence.

Suddenly, at this moment, a panicked guard broke in from outside the door. Before many nobles and generals could reprimand this guy who trespassed in the meeting hall, he fell to his knees in the hall with a plop.

"General! The city gate is in a hurry! Atum led his troops to charge up the city wall!" He yelled out with a pale face, and he didn't even know where to throw the sword at his waist.

With a bang, the entire chamber exploded, Cecil stood up abruptly with an ugly face, the mustache nobleman who spoke just now couldn't help shrinking his neck, and beads of sweat soon flowed down his face .

Actually... I was really hit by what I said...