Lord of the Frozen Winter: Starting with Daily Intelligence Reports

Barnes’s troops arrived on the outskirts of Snow Eagle City, and in just one night, they had completed the encirclement of Snow Eagle City.

Three sides were sealed off, leaving only a gap on the west gate side.

However, they did not immediately attack the city, seemingly tinkering with something.

... ... ... ...

It was still the same military tent, and the nobles of Snowseal County gathered again.

Unlike the last time’s comical ease, a heavy atmosphere permeated the hall this time.

And Earl Firth, who had been drunk at the previous meeting, was also silent at this moment.

He cowered in his chair like a quail, not even daring to breathe too heavily.

Viscount Webster sat armored, his face grim.

“The Snowsworn are coming fiercely, estimated to be around two thousand strong, but the advantage is with us,” Viscount Webster began, his gaze sweeping over everyone.

“Snow Eagle City has a garrison of two thousand, with over a thousand combat-ready Knights; a direct battle still holds a chance of victory.

But I suggest being conservative and defending the city.”

He paused: “I have already sent a plea for help to Duke Edmund, but it will take about ten days for the army to arrive here.

However, we have enough provisions and sturdy city defenses, so as long as we hold out, reinforcements will arrive.”

Everyone nodded slightly in agreement, as there was no better solution.

“Next, we will divide up the defenses,” Viscount Webster unfolded a map of Snow Eagle City.

“Although the south wall is old, its terrain is open; if the enemy’s main force dares to launch a strong assault from there, they can be annihilated in one fell swoop.

I suggest that the southern pioneer nobles guard it; you are new and quick, and your reactions are swift, making you perfectly suited to defend here.”

His tone shifted, and he looked at several northern nobles: “As for the north and east walls, which are close to the granary and the inner city’s vital areas, they require someone familiar with the terrain to be in charge.

The private soldiers of the old families are most familiar with these sections and are easier to deploy.”

His words were logically coherent and sounded impeccable.

But the southern nobles exchanged glances, their expressions immediately changing.

This clearly gave them the most dangerous and thankless positions.

On the other hand, no one from the northern nobles spoke.

They seemed to have a tacit understanding, merely nodding quietly, accepting the Duke’s favoritism.

Several young southern pioneer nobles opened their mouths, wanting to say something, but in the end, they swallowed it.

Silence fell in the large tent for a moment.

Everyone understood, but no one spoke up.

Earl Firth, at the head of the table, seemed not to have heard, lowering his head even further.

The meeting continued.

Viscount Webster arranged other defensive details one by one:

“The crossbows on the arrow towers must be recalibrated, checked at least twice daily.”

“Molten oil and rolling stones should be prepared in advance, managed by experienced hands, so as not to cause delays.”

“The frequency of shifts on the city walls should be increased, especially around the west gate.”

... ...

When the last order was given, the meeting finally concluded.

Outside the hall, the cold wind howled.

Several southern nobles walked out of the tent together, their faces ashen.

“What do you mean by ‘we are new and quick’?” one of them sneered, “It sounds decent, but anyone with eyes can see that you’re pushing us into the fire.”

“Those old foxes from the north, each one protects his own tightly, tsk... they really treat us as outsiders.”

“Heh, people are here, but lives must also be considered.”

Although the words were harsh, their tone dared not be too loud; they could only vent a few complaints in the cold wind.

But on this very night, people from many noble families quietly began to move.

Someone was secretly checking saddles and reins in the stables.

The city wall guards had their shifts changed, but someone slipped them a few gold coins.

More secretive passages near the city gates and the sewers behind the fortress also began to be scouted for activity.

They were arranging their own escape routes.

The Snowsworn had besieged ✧ NоvеIight ✧ (Original source) the city, and Snow Eagle City had not yet fallen, but those defending the city already harbored their own ulterior motives.

... ... ... ...

Night fell, and silence reigned.

“Move.”

Louis commanded in a low voice.

Over a hundred Red Tide Knights quietly rose, using the mountain path as cover to approach the Snowsworn camp from behind.

Scouts had already mapped out the enemy’s patrol lines, and Louis chose the weakest point, breaking through in one go.

The vanguard team rushed into the camp and immediately started fires, pouring lamp oil and firing arrows.

Several tents instantly became engulfed in flames; as the inferno leaped up, the rear of the enemy camp immediately fell into chaos.

At the back of the camp, a streak of red light swept in like a meteor.

Lambert led the charge, followed by ten elite Red Tide Knights like shadows.

Battle aura intertwined into a crimson passage, piercing directly towards the Snowsworn’s central command tent.

Inside the main tent, the Snowsworn’s commanding general suddenly awoke, hearing the chaos outside, he frowned and immediately grabbed his battle-axe, rushing out.

“Enemy attack? How is this possible! How did they find...”

Before he could finish, the sword’s edge arrived.

He instantly blocked with his axe, battle aura burst forth, directly clashing with Lambert’s strike, sending Lambert and his warhorse staggering back several steps.

The overflowing battle aura shook the tent, tearing away the canvas, showing his profound strength.

Unfortunately, it was useless.

Ten elite Red Tide Knights silently cut in, the firelight reflecting on their armor, like Reapers.

The general roared and swung his axe, the axe wind fierce, forcing two people back.

But the Red Tide Knights cooperated seamlessly, their offensive airtight, pressing forward step by step.

Lambert stabilized his body, and his longsword thrust out again; the general struggled to block it.

He tried to counterattack again but was struck in the shoulder and arm by two Knights from the flank, blood splattering.

Immediately after, a cold glint flashed behind him, and a steel spear pierced through his chest.

The axe fell to the ground, the Snowsworn general’s eyes wide, still filled with disbelief before he died.

Outside the tent, firelight illuminated the valley, and screams erupted everywhere.

The Red Tide Knights split into several teams, like streams of flame swimming out of the night, crisscrossing through the enemy camp, setting fires everywhere.

Of course, they weren't just setting fires randomly; places like granaries and treasuries were not burned down but were instead garrisoned by people.

Flames soared into the sky, and the enemy army fell into complete chaos.

The Snowsworn were completely unprepared; their commander was dead, and the adjutant was also beheaded caught off guard.

Warriors fled in the night and firelight, some armored, some barefoot, shouting everywhere.

“Enemy attack! Where is it?!”

“Rear! It’s the rear, no, the north side too!”

The shouts were mixed, and no one could clearly state how many enemies there were or where they came from.

The Red Tide squads continuously broke in and withdrew, shifting targets after only a few breaths.

Before the enemy could organize a counterattack, the next camp was already on fire.

Soon, the battle lines were completely severed.

The main force of the Red Tide Knights finally attacked, thirty men per team, charging out from various parts of the mountain forest.

One charge tore through the most densely packed camp area.

The Snowsworn had barely managed to organize resistance before they were scattered by hooves, torn by spearheads, and incinerated by battle aura.

Small teams attempted to form ranks but were completely suppressed before they could even form a battle formation.

Ordinary soldiers fled, stumbled, screamed, and ran towards the forest over each other’s corpses.

But they were then cut down in the woods by Red Tide Knights moving stealthily.

The entire camp seemed to be swallowed by hell; the ground was stained red with fire, and mud mixed with blood flowed underfoot. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

“The hunt has begun.”

Louis stood by the burning arrow tower, red light reflecting in his eyes, faintly showing off.