The situation on the battlefield is always unpredictable.
At first, due to the sudden appearance of the cannon, both sides maintained a minimum of restraint and did not attack rashly.
They are all prepared for a protracted war.
But the temporary silence will inevitably be broken.
In less than a month, the situation on the battlefield has changed dramatically, and it has entered a fierce battle in the air!
On this day, the sun was half exposed at noon, and the sky was scattered with dark clouds.
The wind hadn't risen yet, but sparse raindrops had already begun to fall.
The sun shines through the dark clouds and dyes the battlefield.
The dim sky, the dim earth...and the dim walls of Fika.
Everything is a dim yellow color, like a doomsday scene.
The city wall of Fika has become completely different from a month ago. A row of tall wooden barriers were built on top of the already high wall to resist enemy harassment.
A firing emplacement is specially reserved for the cannon below.
Lai Gou'er didn't dare to relax his patrol on the city wall for a moment, but after such a long time, he had to maintain his mental concentration and it was inevitable that he would look tired.
Not only him, but also the gunner operating the cannon on the city wall had a look of numbness on his face.
Looking at the rows of trebuchets that were demolished and rebuilt not far away, I was filled with a sense of powerlessness.
The opponent's generals were very shrewd. After two battles, they calculated the precise range of their cannons and constantly switched areas to use trebuchets.
These waves come one after another, and the opponent's wheel spins almost non-stop day and night, which makes people physically and mentally exhausted.
But now, they have no hope of counterattack.
The opponent's details are unknown. Except for the first encounter, not a single shot has been fired, and their limited number of artillery shells cannot waste too much.
All we can do is wait for reinforcements to arrive.
Lai Gouer looked up at the sky, took a deep breath and tried to muster some courage for himself.
It's just...all that's left is weakness and suffocation.
He looked at the other party with a telescope along the observation port.
The opponent's troops began to move around again.
And he was so arrogant that he took off all his armor and just wore single clothes.
Suddenly, Lai Gouer's eyes caught sight of the enemy's clothes, which were flying up and down.
Immediately his face changed drastically, and he roared fiercely: "Brothers, hold on! Hold on for one more day. Tomorrow our high platform and trebuchet will be built, and then it will be time to counterattack!"
"yes!"
Fight back?
Counterattack in advance, and the military morale of Dajing's side was immediately boosted!
The gunners focused on aiming at the opponent, but they were looking for local generals, not trebuchets.
The trebuchets of Hero's army have been loaded.
Suddenly, there was a thud!
The long arm of the trebuchet violently ejected, and several barrel-shaped objects drew a beautiful parabola in the dark sky.
Dong-dong-dong, a dense sound sounded outside the barrier. Occasionally, a lucky barrel would leap over the barrier and enter the city.
More projectiles followed.
The presiding judge and General Maud stood in the woods.
General Maude stood with his hands behind his hands, watching the situation in the distance with a determined expression.
The presiding judge clutched his chest, looking like he was in so much pain that he couldn't breathe.
After enduring it for a long time, he finally stretched out a hand slowly, touched Mo De's shoulder, and said with difficulty: "General! When will the war begin, and how long are you going to delay it?"
"When the time is right, don't be impatient. On the battlefield, attack the heart first. Our army's morale is at its peak, but the enemy cannot be at peace for a moment. The advantage lies with me." General Maude said calmly.
Seeing the confident expression on General Maude's face, the presiding judge finally couldn't hold himself any longer.
He stepped forward and pressed his shoulders with both hands, roaring: "Asshole! Who taught you to fight like this!"
"There's shit everywhere now! What the Holy See wants is a good fight. Can't you do something else besides throwing shit at the city every day?"
"Look! Are you losing shit? What you're fucking losing is the Pope's face!!"
After saying that, the presiding judge let go of his hands, hugged his head and cried.
This is not the war I want...
As the Pope's right-hand man, he took the initiative to ask for help when he came, hoping to sweep the enemy troops with glory.
The other party surrendered and offered Father Sorje.
As a result, the battle is now like this, and the weapons of divine punishment brought cannot be used at all.
The trebuchet used stones for the first two days, but then Maude decided to use excrement instead! I have been using feces for nearly a month...
With so many people here, the situation on the battlefield must not be hidden, and he is destined to become a joke.
Even if he doesn't die after he returns, the Pope will still have to peel off a layer of his skin.
Maud stood still and looked up at the sky.
Seeing the leaves constantly rustling, a smile couldn't help but appear on the corners of my mouth.
He shouted: "Today the wind direction is favorable to our army. Take out all the stocks from the previous two days and throw them in hard for me!"
The presiding judge trembled, held Maud's hand in despair, and begged: "General... I beg you, can you use a stone... or a stone?"
Maude wanted to throw away his hand, but suddenly a flash of lightning flashed in her mind, and she shouted again: "Put gravel into the dung bucket!"
presiding judge:"......"
The nerves that had been tense in the mind of the presiding judge for a long time finally broke at this moment.
After wailing, there were tears on his face, and he said in despair: "That's not how the battle is fought, that's not how the battle is fought. You should send troops directly to rush over, and then use divine punishment to blow open the city gate. Finally, our army will rush in... ...You've done me a terrible job, you know nothing about fighting..."
"Battle! That's how it's fought." General Maude's face was stern and he interrupted the presiding judge's thoughts, "Presiding Judge, the purpose of siege warfare is to attack the heart for a long time, and the war should not have started due to insufficient intelligence and preparation. "
"The church thinks it starts a war with a flashy weapon. This is the mistake the church makes! The church has the advantage. If you know how to use your brains, you can send some people to pretend to be in the city, first divide the enemy forces internally, and then attack later Figure it out slowly."
"And instead of doing this, you are so proud of your success, relying on a pile of scrap metal, full of fantasies, and blindly advancing! The reason why the war is like this now is all because of your arrogance!"
"Right now, we have to compete with each other for concentration. Whoever has poor concentration...whoever has less chance of winning has a smaller chance of winning, so there is no rush. And I have to use this time to train the peasant soldiers under the lord, otherwise these stragglers will just join the regular army. It won’t help.”
The presiding judge was completely desperate.
I tried to persuade and persuade, but I couldn't listen. Instead, I was scolded by the other party.
"You didn't fight that battle like you did. You throw shit every day. Do you want to lose face?"
Maud sneered: "What do you know? Dung is a good thing on the battlefield. It can disturb the morale of the army and spread diseases. Moreover, we have to spend a lot of energy to deal with these wastes. Now it is best to just throw them to the other side."
"Presiding Judge, have you heard too many stories? On the battlefield, we don't care about means or methods, we only care about the results."
"How can there be so many romantic stories about riding a horse across the battlefield and riding a sword across the battlefield? Those are just fucking idiots playing with pens! The battlefield is all about being dirty. If you want to win, you have to be dirtier than anyone else!"
"Watch carefully, Feka's water source has been polluted. Now we are recharging our strength. They are tired of dealing with it. When the time comes, we will go to war!"
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