Royal Gold Magistrate

The situation on the battlefield is always unpredictable.

At first, due to the sudden appearance of the cannon, the two sides maintained a minimum of restraint and did not attack rashly.

All are 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 drastically, and it has entered into a fierce battle in the air!

On this day, the sun was half exposed at noon, and the sky was covered with dark clouds.

The wind has not yet blown, and the sparse raindrops have begun to fall.

The sun shines through the dark clouds and dyes the battlefield.

The dim sky, the dim earth...and the dim Fika city wall.

Everything is a dim yellow color, like a doomsday scene.

Compared with a month ago, the Fika city wall has become completely different. A row of tall wooden baffles was built above the already high city wall to resist the harassment of the enemy.

There is a special firing position for the cannon below.

Lai Gou'er did not dare to relax his patrol on the city wall for a moment, but after such a long time, he has maintained his mental concentration and his face is inevitably tired.

Not only him, even the gunners operating the cannons on the city wall were numb.

Looking at the rows of catapults that were knocked down and built not far away, I was filled with a sense of powerlessness.

The opponent's generals were very shrewd. They fought twice, calculated the precise range of their cannons, and constantly switched areas to use trebuchets.

This wave came in waves, and the opponent's wheels were spinning almost non-stop day and night, which made people physically and mentally exhausted.

Right now, they have no hope of counterattacking at all.

The details of the opponent are unknown, except for the first time they fought, they have not fired a single shot, and their limited number of shells cannot be wasted too much.

Just wait for reinforcements to arrive.

Lai Gou'er looked up at the sky, took a deep breath and wanted to muster up some courage for himself.

It's just... all that's left is powerlessness and suffocation.

He held the binoculars along the observation port and looked towards the other party.

The opponent's men and horses began to move continuously again.

And he was so arrogant that he even took off his armor and just wore unlined clothes.

Suddenly, Lai Gou'er caught sight of the corner of the enemy's clothes and kept flying up and down.

Immediately, his face changed drastically, and he roared fiercely: "Brothers hold on! Hold on for another day, and tomorrow our high platform and trebuchets will all be built, and then it will be time to fight back!"

"Yes!"

Fight back?

Fighting back in advance, Dajing's army's morale was immediately boosted!

The gunner focused on aiming at the opponent, but he was looking for the local general, not the trebuchet.

The trebuchets of Hiro's army have been loaded.

Suddenly, there was a bang!

The long arm of the trebuchet ejected violently, and several barrel-shaped objects drew a graceful parabola in the dark sky.

Boom boom boom, dense sounds sounded outside the baffle, and occasionally a lucky drum leaped over the baffle and entered the city.

More throws followed.

The presiding judge stood in the grove with General Maud.

General Moder stood with his hands behind his back, watching the situation in the distance with a resolute expression.

The presiding judge clutched his chest, looking so painful that he couldn't breathe.

After holding back for a while, I finally slowly stretched out a hand, touched Mo De's shoulder, and said with difficulty: "General! When will the war start, and when are you going to delay it?"

"When the time is right, don't be in a hurry. On the battlefield, attacking the heart first, our army's morale is high, but the enemy is not at peace for a moment, and I have the advantage." General Mode said lightly.

Seeing General Maud's expression of victory, the presiding judge finally couldn't hold back anymore.

He stepped forward and put his hands on his shoulders, roaring: "Bastard! Who taught you how to fight like this!"

"There's shit everywhere outside now! What the Holy See wants is a good fight. Now you can't do anything other than throw shit at the city every day!"

"Look! Did you lose shit? You fucking lost face for the Pope!!"

After all, the presiding judge let go of his hands and cried with his head in his arms.

This is not the war I want....

As the Pope's right-hand man, he took the initiative to invite Ying when he came, thinking about sweeping the enemy army in a beautiful way.

The opponent surrendered and offered Father Soljay.

As a result, the battle is now like this, and the God's Punishment Weapon brought is useless at all.

The trebuchet used stones for the first two days, and then Maud decided to use shit instead!It took nearly a month to cast manure....

With so many people here, the situation on the battlefield must be hidden. He is destined to become a joke.

Even if he doesn't die after returning, the pope will have to take off a layer of his skin.

Maude stood still, looking up at the sky.

Seeing the continuous hunting of the leaves, a smile could not help but appear on the corner of his mouth.

He shouted: "The wind direction is favorable to our army today, take out all the stocks from the previous two days, and throw them in hard for me!"

The presiding judge trembled, desperately grabbed Mod's hand, and begged: "General...I beg you, use stones...can you still use stones?"

Maude wanted to shake off his hand, but suddenly a flash of lightning flashed in his mind, and he shouted again: "Add gravel to the dung bucket!"

presiding judge:"......"

The nerves that had been tense in the presiding judge's mind for a long time finally broke at this moment.

After a wail, tears remained on his face, and he said in a daze, "That's not how wars are fought, this is not how wars are fought, you should send troops to rush over, and then use God's punishment to blast open the city gate, and finally our army entered... ...you made me miserable, you know how to fight wars..."

"Battle! That's how it is fought." General Moder's face was stern, interrupting the presiding judge's thoughts, "Presiding judge, the siege war is a long-term attack on the heart, and the lack of intelligence and preparation should not start the war. "

"The church thinks it is starting a war with a flashy weapon. This is the church's mistake! The church has an advantage. If you know how to use your brains, you can send some people to pretend to enter the city. First divide the enemy army inside, and then Take it slowly."

"And not only did you not do this, but you were so rejoicing. Relying on a pile of scrap iron and full of fantasies, you blindly advanced! The reason why the battle is like this now is all because of your arrogance!"

"Right now, we have to compete with the opponent for concentration. Whoever has poor concentration...has a small chance of winning, so there is no rush. And I want to use this time to train the peasants and soldiers under the lord, otherwise these stragglers will only be able to join the regular army. Can't help."

The presiding judge was completely desperate.

Persuasion and persuasion failed, talking but not listening, and on the contrary, he was scolded by the other party.

"You didn't fight like that in that battle. You throw dung every day. Do you want to show some face?"

Moder sneered: "What do you know, dung is a good thing on the battlefield. It can disturb the morale of the army and spread diseases. And we have to spend a lot of energy to deal with these wastes. Now it's best to throw them directly at the other party."

"Presiding judge, do you read too many novels? On the battlefield, you don't talk about methods, you don't talk about methods, you just look at the results."

"There are so many romantic stories about galloping horses on the battlefield, and flying horses with swords. Those are all fucking shit! The battlefield is dirty, and if you want to win, you have to be dirtier than anyone else!"

"Look carefully, the water source of Fika has been polluted. Now we are recharging our energy, they are tired of coping, and we will go to war when the time comes!"

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