My name is Akatosh,
This misunderstanding is quite interesting.
——4e, 201, Hearth Moon, 1st, 8:03——
Southwest of Loristed, in the shelter of the low hills, there is a small temporary military camp consisting of only five or six tents and simple defenses. From the center of the camp, a dark red flag is painted with a diamond-shaped dragon. Judging from the emblem, there is no doubt that it belongs to the Imperial Regiment.
Due to their size, these small military camps only have a few dozen troops and can only be used as scouts. However, the meaning of their existence is more to express the meaning of "this place belongs to us."
There will be such camps that declare sovereignty near all towns, villages, and slightly important settlements in Skyrim. The only difference is whether they are controlled by the Imperial Regiment or the Stormcloaks. Naturally, the hinterlands of both sides need not be mentioned, but in the control At the junction of ranges, there may even be two or more camps around a village. If one side destroys the other side's military camp and drives the soldiers away, it is equivalent to occupying that nearby village and pushing the battle line further.
This kind of fighting method that sounds like a joke is a default rule formed after years of war in Skyrim Province. After all, the climate in Skyrim Province is harsh and food crops grow slowly. If the battle must be fought in villages and towns, then no matter which side Winning will only end up with a meaningless ruin, which is unacceptable to both sides.
For example, the Imperial Legion and the Stormcloaks fought for Loristed and successfully repelled each other after the village was destroyed. Then, who should be responsible for the huge food gap in the Snowrun territory?
But if this method of combat is adopted, ordinary villages will at best be unable to adapt due to the change of village chiefs and changes in the direction of material transportation. Crop yields and the production of other materials will not be affected at all. Some villages and towns that compete back and forth will not be affected at all. It was simply led by spokespersons sent by both parties.
Therefore, unlike the war between the Empire and Thalmor, for the current civil war in Skyrim Province, unless the attack and defense is centered on a fortress at a key location or the main city of the nine territories, both sides will deliberately avoid the villages and towns they are fighting for. The wild people will decide the winner on their own, and then send a messenger to inform the mayor that it's time to change.
"Sir, the dragon did not appear again. The last scout who witnessed it reported that it was flying to the northwest." A scout walked into the largest tent in the camp, saluted and reported.
"Well, go down and continue to be vigilant." A slightly hoarse male voice responded.
"Yes." The scout responded and exited, and from the gap he lifted up the tent curtain, he could see that the "sir" was the bald commander-in-chief of the Imperial Regiment who retreated after being attacked by a dragon in Helgen a few days ago. General Tullius.
This tent has been converted into a temporary headquarters, with imperial flags hanging on both sides, and a huge sand table in the middle, which not-so-detailedly restored the ups and downs of Skyrim Province, with key towns and villages everywhere. They were all decorated with small red and blue flags symbolizing the areas controlled by the Empire and the Stormcloaks.
Observing the sand table with General Tullius, in addition to several adjutants, there was also the Nord who escaped death with Arthur, Clerk Hadawa. Just looking at the exquisite imperial armor he was wearing at this time, It can be judged that he has been promoted.
"It seems that Ulfric can indeed control the dragon, and our plan can no longer be implemented." General Tullius sighed, pulling up a small red flag from the village mark symbolizing Loristed on the sand table, He held it in his hand and played with it.
On the entire sand table, small flags are planted densely in the control areas and junctions of both sides. From the holes left where flags were once placed, it can be judged how fierce the battle between the two sides was. And the Xueman territory, located in the middle of the sand table, But there were no flags or holes where flags had been inserted, except for the one just pulled out of Loristed.
"Originally, I thought the dragon's attack on Helgen was just a coincidence. After all, you Nords have legends about the 'Dragon's Resurrection'." Tullius glanced at Hadava beside him.
"That's a 'prophecy,' not a 'story,' General." Hadawa straightened up and answered.
"Whatever it is," Tullius waved his hand, "The current situation is that Ulfric inexplicably surrendered when he had all the advantages, and when we decided to execute him immediately, there was a legendary dragon in front of us. Come to save him, and then when we were about to use the chaos caused by the dragon to break through the middle line through Xueman, another giant dragon appeared and visited all our military camps. Do you want to tell me that this is all a coincidence?"
"I don't know, General." Hawada shook his head.
"Then tell me what you know." General Tullius gestured to the sand table with a small flag, as if he planned to directly insert it into Windhelm City, but he did not take it seriously.
"The two ladies who appeared in Loristed last night were Lydia, the baron guard of Snowrun City, and Ella, the huntress of the Comrades. They were accompanied by the newly promoted Baron of Snowrun, the 'Dragonborn' Arthur Pendragon went to chase the dragon all night and has not returned yet." Hadawa answered.
"Pardon him when he goes back," Tullius shook his head: "An ordinary hunter awakened the 'Dragonborn' bloodline when the dragon attacked. This is quite consistent with the Nord legend."
"Yes, General." Hadawati wrote down.
"Okay, now our operation was discovered by Stormcloak and Snowman before we started. Ulfric sent a dragon to investigate, and Lord Balgruuf even sent a baron directly to us. If If you continue to insist on going your own way, you will only encounter failure - order the entire army to prepare to retreat." Tullius planted the little red flag in his hand again, and the location was Dugu City, the northwestmost city in Skyrim Province.
——8:05——
"Captain, are you sure that Arthur's appearance has no resemblance to any of the previous emperors of the Septim Empire?" Ulfric Stormcloak spread out portraits of Arthur and many old men with crowns on the table. .
"Of course, my lord, they are completely different." The guard captain of Amor Fortress recognized the portraits again and nodded with great confirmation.
This fortress located on the eastern edge of the Xueman territory has been repaired. It has not only repaired the damage caused by that group of mad mages, but also reinforced and strengthened the defensive measures. After all, as a fortress, the Imperial Regiment can't attack it. They will not be as aggressive as they were when fighting for the ownership of the village. If there was a way to completely level this place, they would definitely be happy to do it.
At this time, in the command room on the second floor of the fortress, Ulfric, still wearing the fur cloak, was standing beside a large table covered with a map of Skyrim, asking questions to his men.
"My lord, you also met him in Helgen," Ralof, wearing a new storm cloak chainmail, stood aside.
"I was looking for an opportunity to use Dragon Roar on Tullius," Ulfric shook his head. "They thought they could stop Tumu by blocking their mouths. They are indeed self-righteous Imperial people."
"I fought alongside him when I escaped from Helgen, and I can completely guarantee that he does not have any bloodline from the Septim Empire royal family." Ralof replied firmly.
"So, tell me why he can summon a giant dragon to rescue him?" Ulfric tilted his head and pointed in the direction of Helgen: "The Imperial Corps thought they could kill me directly, even if they had the means to summon A giant dragon wouldn’t do such unnecessary things.”
"In terms of 'Dragonborn' status," Ralof said hesitantly.
"We are not those ignorant Imperial people. 'Dragonborn' are 'dragon slayers' who can completely kill dragons so that they cannot be resurrected. No matter how hard you think, it is impossible to control or summon dragons," Ulfric said. He overturned Raloff's words and asserted.
"My lord, I heard about Greybeard"
"Those pedantic old men are even less likely."
"Is it a coincidence? After all, the Shur Stone was attacked by a dragon not long ago." The guard captain of Amor Fortress tried to interject, and was stared at by both of them.
"For now, just think that the 'Dragonborn' is lucky." Although he agreed with the captain's words, Ulfric obviously did not intend to use the words he said: "Then, let's talk about the group of 'Round Table' he brought with him. Knight' bar."
"Obviously, they are all members of the Comrade Corps. Perhaps they deliberately refused to admit their identities in order to avoid being involved in the conflict between us and the Imperial Corps. However, this cover-up has limited effect." The guard captain replied and continued to report.
"According to the subsequent investigation of the surrounding bandit lairs, it turns out that the bandits who destroyed Gallows Rock and Treva Watchtower lived in Ivarstead, but they withdrew to Snowrun without climbing Hrothgar Peak."
"Uh, uh huh?" Ulfric crossed his fingers on the map to connect these places in a line, and then looked a little weird: "That old guy Balgruuf, have you guessed what I'm going to do? "
The arc traced by this finger is located outside the territory of Snowman, and goes deep into the control area of the Stormcloak. It can be said that the actions of Baron Snowman have completely crossed the line, but he and the members of the comrades seemed to have expected it. Calling himself a "Knight of the Round Table", unless he gets to the bottom of it, he really has no excuse to attack.
"The most critical thing is that the trajectory of their actions happened to pass near the camp where we gathered the army, as if they were silently warning us not to act rashly." Ulfric sneered: "It seems that Balgruuf is more capable than me. It's bigger than expected, but if he can't even do this, he really doesn't deserve to be my classmate when I learned the way of roaring from Greybeard."
"Sir, what about our original plan of 'taking advantage of the chaos caused by the dragon's resurgence to assemble an army across Snowrun and raid the center line of the Imperial Regiment'?" Ralof looked at Ulfric, who was looking slightly hesitant. , but still asked.
"Humph, it's been discovered. What's the plan? Send an order to withdraw the troops back to Windhelm City - I hope those yellow-haired girls didn't make a mess in the city." Ulfric flicked his cloak and turned to leave.
"Yes, sir." Larov stood at attention and saluted, ignoring the last sentence.
