Royal Gold Magistrate

After the rain, the battlefield is filled with thick 'miasma'.

When the sun rose high, not only did the miasma not dissipate, but the smell became more intense.

Like a group of invisible poisonous snakes, they constantly drilled into the mouths and noses of everyone who invaded the territory.

There are thousands of miles of excrement, and the flow of urine is floating, which makes people feel terrified.

Although there are chills everywhere, it is also full of vitality...

If there is no one to deal with it outside the city wall of Fika, it should be a paradise for flies and a sea of ​​​​maggots.

And the baffle of the city wall is even more horrible.

I don't know what the meals of Hero and the Templars are. Anyway, the final processed product is extremely sticky.

The current baffle is very much like the bottom of a desk full of raisins, but the scale is increased by a thousand times, the density is increased by a hundred times, the color concentration is increased by ten times, and the humidity is increased by 20.00%....

If Fang Zhengyi was here, he must have exclaimed that the regular army's dung battles are not the same as the small fights back then.

Tens of thousands of people have worked hard for a month, and when the Dung Gang players come, they have to call hell on earth, and they don't even have the courage to live...

Lai Gou'er was still patrolling, but with Duke Alves and Hope behind him.

The two had balls of paper stuffed in their nostrils, and their faces were full of lovelessness.

After the battle ended like this, the two of them only felt that they would be more relaxed now that they were dead.

A row of high platforms and pulley blocks have been built with wooden frames under the city wall, and many soldiers are struggling to pull the ropes to pull the trebuchet below to the platform.

By noon, everything was arranged.

Lai Gou'er licked his lips, his eyes burning.

For a month, nearly a month, he was bullied and had no strength to fight back.

After so many years of ups and downs overseas, we have fought many small battles, and all of them were won by crushing methods. This is the first time we have faced such a large-scale war.

So this is a large battlefield!

The other side is really fucking sleazy, even though he is already a beggar with senior qualifications, facing this scene is also physically and mentally exhausting.

Many gunners vomited in the dark, couldn't eat all day, and were listless.

Not to mention the dung that was thrown into the city, the cannons are all stretched out of the crenel for easy aiming, and the baffle is behind the cannon body.

The opponent flew over with a round of feces, slid along the baffle, and spattered all over the cannon...

Now the artillerymen, who have always regarded guns as their lives, feel sick when they see the cannons.

He built a tall baffle on his side, and the trebuchet could not be used directly on the city wall.

We can only organize civilian husbands to dismantle the houses and build a high platform on the street behind.

He also retting the dung half a month in advance, and prepared many wooden barrels, and now he can finally fight back!

"Brothers!" Lai Gou'er yelled loudly, "Bring me all the dung that was mashed before, and let the church see the prestige of our great scene today."

Hope and the Duke looked at each other, both of them were full of despair and fear that could not be resolved.

Dajing's prestige... I can't imagine what kind of country Dajing is.

The future is bleak...

"Well, the other side is also starting to prepare, very good." Lai Gou'er observed the opposite side, got up and looked at the duke and asked, "You two, why didn't the priest come?"

Hope twitched the corners of his mouth: "The priest said... this is a land abandoned by God, and he wants to stay in the city to help the people pray. Brother Lai, don't you really need to stuff your nose?"

Lai Gou'er rubbed his nose and chuckled, "If you smell it too much, you'll get numb, stuffing things will affect your condition. Duke, how is the well in the city doing?"

"Five wells were successfully drilled, plus the existing ones, the water source is temporarily sufficient."

Lai Gouer nodded: "Okay, as long as the status quo is maintained, when the reinforcements arrive, I will lead people to attack the Holy City! They will be caught off guard."

"Now as long as the situation is maintained, the situation will be fine. The mood of the people is still stable?"

Duke Alves shook his head: "The church has inexhaustible timber outside, but many of the fortifications here are demolished houses. Some people feel emotional when the houses of the people are demolished, but some money can be used to appease them. Not a big problem for now."

"That's good."

While speaking, the Hero army has launched another attack brazenly.

A large wave of projections hit the baffle, and scattered soup flew from above to below the city.

Hope and the Duke leaned against the crenelation of the city wall with pale faces, fearing that shit would happen.

Lai Gouer roared excitedly: "Counterattack! Counterattack! Counterattack!"

The trebuchets in Fika City started to work!

The same method greeted the opposite side.

All of a sudden, there was a turmoil outside Fika City, and countless dung soups shot across the sky!

The dung soldiers who were busy beside the catapult outside the city suddenly felt something was wrong, and straightened up to investigate.

A half-full wooden barrel flew over steadily.

Doutou covered his face, drenched completely...

The soldier wailed on the spot, his eyes seemed to be burned by fire, and he fell to the ground covering his face.

He screamed and rolled left and right on the ground, and many soldiers around him quickly kicked him aside vigorously.

Avoid rubbing yourself.

Hiero's offensive stalled.

With a cold face, General Moder waved his hands and arranged for a group of soldiers to step forward and hold shields to resist.

Things are not looking good...

Heh, not only did the opponent not give up, but he took the initiative to attack?

From this point of view, their basic situation is fairly stable.

Pollution of water sources may not have affected them either.

The presiding judge, who had been by his side all the time, saw that the other person also started throwing shit, and had completely fallen into madness.

Grabbing her hair and jumping up and down screaming!

"Sick! Sick! You are all fucking sick!!!"

"Prepare for God's Punishment." General Mod's calm voice sounded, "The shield covers God's Punishment and moves forward, smashing the wooden boards on the enemy's wall."

The presiding judge was overjoyed, and his eyes glowed with hope: "God punished you? Why don't you just attack the city gate and kill it!"

Moder said coldly: "The other party is operating the trebuchet, so he must be distracted by the God's Punishment weapon. Moreover, the enemy knows that we also have God's Punishment. The gate must have been blocked, and it will not be broken for a while. Wait for the other party to respond. If they come over, they will overwhelm us and increase casualties."

"The best way at the moment is to take the opportunity to smash the baffles on their walls."

The joy in the presiding judge's eyes could not be concealed, and he nodded again and again: "Hmm, reasonable and reasonable, then what?"

"Then we can throw more shit in there and put pressure on each other."

"..."

The brilliance in the presiding judge's eyes suddenly disappeared, he turned silently and walked to the tree, squatted against the tree and buried his head deeply in his knees.

A whimper came out slowly...

But no one cared about him anymore, the battlefield was filled with murderous aura and smoke filled the air...

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