Montekukoli pondered for a moment, narrowed his eyes again, confirming to Flitz, "Are you saying that the rebels began to build siege fortifications after the 'Flying Winged Lion Flag' appeared?"

"Yes," Flitz replied, "both scout cavalry reported that the rebels had the flying winged lion flag in their convoys. The next day, the rebels began to dig trenches outside the city. Before that, the rebels had completely relied on cavalry to block the entry and exit of the royal castle, so our scout cavalry could infiltrate occasionally."

Montecukoli thought for a moment and said slowly: "I think cavalry alone is enough to surround a city, and only the Palatou people will be so arrogant.

"Now, the rebels began to dig trenches and build high walls, and switched from dynamic blockade to static blockade, which means they realized that for the kings, their troops were also too small. Their attitude began to become pragmatic..."

"Do you mean," Flitz asked tentatively, "the rebel commander has modified his strategy and intends to turn it into a long siege?"

"Change the strategy?" Montecukoli snorted softly, "I would rather believe that it was the rebels' baton that replaced the master."

Montekukoli pointed to the trenches that were spreading from fence stakes to the forts of the kings like a root, and frowned and said to Conelis, "During the Tanirian War, the Venetta Army dug zigzags many times to approach the Tanirian fortresses. I have not visited the battlefield of the Venetta, but no matter how I look at it, how I feel, it is this thing..."

Conelis nodded slightly and agreed.

Montekukoli turned his head and looked at Flitz again and asked, "When did the rebels start approaching the city wall?"

Flitz coughed lightly, paused, and replied as calmly as possible, "This morning."

"This morning?!" Montekukoli's glasses fell off his nose. He exclaimed and hurriedly groped on the ground.

The next second, the glasses were handed to Montacucoli - in Conelis's hands.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Montecucoli took the glasses, nodded at Conelis, without saying nonsense, clamped the glasses on the bridge of his nose again, lay on the top of the city and observed carefully for a moment.

"If those serrated trenches were really the rebels who started digging this morning," Montekukoli's expression became more and more serious. "Then according to their current progress, it will take less than twenty days. It is optimistic that they will dig to the edge of the moat in twenty-five days..."

"Do you think," Conelis asked calmly, "the Venetta faction among the rebels has officially taken over the command?"

Montecucoli was anxious and angry, "Why are you still thinking about the little boy of Venetta? What does it matter who commands it? At most, in another month, the rebels' cannons will be placed on our faces, and we have to find a way to stop them!"

"Who will command the rebels is related to our success or failure," Conelis asked with a smile. "Raymond, do you really think that the rebels are planning to attack New City instead?"

"What if I don't think it's possible?" Montekukoli's temper rose, "Can the rebels still be led by me?"

"Where are you?" Cornelis looked at Flitz.

"After the Flying Winged Lion Flag appeared, the rebels did not make any big moves in the direction of Magite Island," Flitz did not add too much subjective analysis. "From their performance, it is possible that our defense on Magite Island was too perfect, which made them give up their plan to continue attacking Magite Island and try to find a breakthrough in other directions."

Conelis nodded and said in a surprising way: "I and you two think the opposite. I think the calmer the island of Magit, the greater the possibility that the main direction of the rebels will be Magit Island. Therefore, we must let the local troops take over the New City Defense Zone as soon as possible and reserve troops for the battle on Magit Island as much as possible."

"Are you sure?" Montekukoli pushed back without hesitation in front of Flitz. "I'm not sure that when the rebels' cannons aimed at the city wall, the new recruits under Grove Magnus could still hold their positions."

Although Flitz did not speak, he could also see from his expression that he supported the lieutenant colonel's view of the artillery.

"New City is not a good target. Even if you conquer New City, there is still Ten Arrow River waiting," Conelis said calmly, "I don't believe that the commander of the rebels can't see this."

Conelis looked at Montecucoli, "You think the rebels built fortifications of the siege as a prelude to a large-scale siege, but in my opinion, they built a wall around the new city not because they wanted to come in from the new city, but to prevent us from going out from the new city."

"How do you explain those approaching trenches?" Montekukoli asked, pointing out the root-shaped trenches from the fence-like fortifications.

"A beautiful move," Conelis raised his lips. "As long as they show their intention to attack the city head-on, regardless of whether they will eventually attack the city, we will have to place more people in the direction of the city. In fact, their purpose has been achieved."

Although Montecukoli was not convinced, he could not find any rebuttals and could only fight back, "What you said is also speculation..."

"Yes," Conelest admitted frankly, "it's all speculation.

"First of all, although I witnessed the Flying Winged Lion Flag, I don't think the rebels of the Venetta faction took over the siege, because if the rebels were led by the Venetta faction, they would not come to chew the royal castles at all; "So, I don't think the rebels would easily give up the soldiers on Magit Island, which was the elite troops of the local rebels.

"More importantly, giving up Magit Island is not only to give up a few veterans of the Hundreds, but also to admit defeat and give up the rebels' dominance.

"The local rebels cannot afford a defeat, so even if many people die, they must take down Magit Island.

"In the end, no matter which faction the rebels are now dominated, I don't believe they can't see the value of Maggit."

"So," Connelis concluded, "I think the rebels' offensive outside the new city is just a feint, and their real target is still Maggit Island."

"What if they were going to buy a new city?" Montekukoli was dissatisfied.

Jansen Connelis replied: "The probability is very low."

"What if they were going to build a new city?" Montekukoli asked relentlessly, "Do we have enough troops to fight a trench battle with them?"

"No," Conelis was very calm, "if they lose their minds and attack New City regardless of their silence, in a sense, it would be the worst case for us."

"So," Montecukoli asked word by word, "what if they were going to buy a new city?"

"Then," Conelis sighed, showing a helpless smile, "we have to find a way to dispel their irrational thoughts."

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That night, the New Army Camp.

While Mason and Woods were reporting the progress of the past few days to Brigadier General Geisa Adonis, a cavalry officer suddenly broke into the tent and whispered a few words to the Brigadier General.

A moment later, a young man with dirt was brought in.

As soon as he entered the tent, the young man cried loudly:
Chapter completed!