Fate tortures both sides in a funny way.

Once upon a time, the city wall was the only way for agricultural civilization to resist the barbarians, but now it has become a nomadic tribe that hides behind the high walls and traps.

The Palatus fought very hard, and on the fourth day of the siege, they barely filled the double-layer moat outside the south wall.

On the fifth day of the battle, a brigade broke through to the bottom of the south wall. With the carriage as a cover, the engineers began to dig out the wall to prepare for blasting.

The most tragic battle to date broke out.

The Heds on the basin poured boiling water and boiling oil out of the wall like crazy.

The main city gate and three side gates opened, and a continuous stream of elite soldiers wearing armors counterattacked. Some of the fierce and fearless people even jumped down from the city and jumped into the crowd and slashed wildly.

The arrows above his head were like hail and the oil was like rain. A few steps away were his comrades and barbarians fighting, screaming and wailing, and the sound of weapons entering the flesh was endless. Engineers Palatu gritted their teeth and digging the walls in this environment.

In the context of Veneta and the United Provinces, "border people" - the Monta and the Paratu are synonymous with rudeness and barbarity.

But the bravery and ferocity displayed by the Paratu soldiers and their enemies still touched Winters greatly.

The bloody battle also made Winters' auxiliary soldiers' scalp numb, so that they complained a lot less when working.

Although the siege was not going well, Winters' excavation project was progressing well.

He had successfully pushed the trench within 200 meters of the city wall. There were several trenches that were even less than fifty meters away from the city wall. The voices of the Hed people on the city could be heard clearly in the trench.

These trenches greatly shortened the attack distance of the troops. Now the Paratu soldiers can first safely reach the near wall through the trenches before launching an assault.

When retreating, you can also retreat to the trench nearby and then move to the rear.

According to Winters' estimate, the Hurds would launch an attack when the trench crossed the center line.

So Winters carefully prepared countermeasures, and he asked his five most elite teams of ten to be on guard, arranged sentries, arranged corners and evacuation passages in various trenches, etc.

But when he was thrown to the blind man with a charming look, the counterattack of the Hudders never appeared.

This made Winters more convinced that although the Hurds were well-planned and their will was tenacious enough, they lacked practical experience in besieging the city.

Bianli City is first-class in terms of location and design, and it is obviously a master of experts. However, the defenders in the city are fighting based on instinct.

Their attention was focused on the struggle under the city walls, and it is very likely that even if the Hurds found that the trench was approaching, they would not be able to spare their energy to deal with it.

Or the defenders believed that fighting by the wall was more important, so they didn't care about the trench for a while.

Regardless of the Hurds' thoughts, one side's mistake is the opportunity for the other. Since the Hurds despised the trench, Winters accelerated the digging.

On the afternoon of the fifth day of the siege, the engineer Palatu finally arranged explosives, and the engineer captain Andreo, who was covered in mud, ignited the leads himself.

Seeing the Palatus dispersing, the Huds, who realized that something was wrong, attacked again and were blocked by Captain Andreo to death.

The lead hissed into the soil, and the people beside the wall couldn't help but hold their breath, waiting for the shocking sound.

Andreo even closed his eyes because he was too close to the blasting point and thought he could not survive.

However, no one heard the shocking noise, and the explosion sounded like a muffled fart.

The smoke of gunpowder dissipated, and a big hole appeared on the wall. The city wall stood silently in place, as if nothing had happened.

The wall-digging and blasting tactics that were highly anticipated by the Palathus were not good at making a move, and hundreds of kilograms of black gunpowder set off fireworks.

...

On the fifth day of the siege, it was at night.

Lieutenant Colonel Jeska lifted the curtain of Lieutenant Montagne's tent, and the Lieutenant was writing something on a piece of parchment.

Seeing the lieutenant colonel coming in, Winters subconsciously blocked the parchment with a map and stood up to salute.

Jeska took everything in his eyes, and he stood at the door of the tent, his tone as cold as usual: "Secler wants to see you."

"General Sekler?" Winters was stunned.

Jeska nodded slightly.

"I'll clean it up, and go now." Winters pulled out the handwritten parchment from the bottom of the map, folded it in half twice, and put it in a small wooden box in four squares.

When the second lieutenant opened the wooden box, Jeska saw that there were stacks of folded parchment paper in the box, neatly packed.

Winters followed the lieutenant colonel and the two walked towards the headquarters of the central barracks.

"The Seklers are good, don't be nervous," said Lieutenant Colonel Jeska.

Winters nodded.

"Maybe you have to ask you about tactical things, just answer whatever he asks. Sekler likes people who can grasp the key points, it is best to talk less nonsense and be concise."

"Thank you, sir."

The lieutenant colonel snorted, as if he was not moved by the "thank you".

After walking silently for a while, Jeska suddenly asked, "What were you writing just now? Of course... it's okay if you don't want to say it."

"Write a letter to your family."

"Family." The one-eyed lieutenant colonel chewed the word: "This ghost place cannot be sent even if it is written."

"I can't send it, but I still write it."

The lieutenant colonel hummed again.

In a spacious tent, Winters met Brigadier General Sekler.

Compared with the size of the tent itself, the style inside the tent is shabby. One bed, one desk, one clothes hanger, and that's all.

General Sekler sat on the stool with a bench in front of him. It seemed that he was using the bench as a dining table and was having dinner.

There was a plate on the bench, which contained some mud.

When Winters entered the tent, Brigadier General Sekler was holding pickled cucumber in his left hand and dipping bread in his right hand.

Just looking at this look, he didn't look like a general holding a heavy army at all, but like a farmer who had just finished his work in the field and returned home.

Officers Palatu generally talk about pomp and pursue luxury: embroidered gold waistbands, silk horse clothes, jewel-like swords, and a complete set of ceramic tableware...

Especially the cavalry officers, they dressed very beautifully at any time, and were even a little too colorful.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! For this tendency, the mean Venetta critic summarized this way: "The Palatus always lives in scarcity, so for the Palatus who rarely have enough, 'enough' means more than anyone else."

In just one second, Winters had an emotional judgment on Secler: if this is not a saint, it is a false man, in short, it is not an ordinary person.

The brigade general was very easy-going: "Gentlemen, find a place to sit for yourself."

I said I was looking for a place to sit, but there was not even a redundant bench in the tent.

Lieutenant Colonel Jeska sat on the brigade general's bed without hesitation. The second lieutenant stood, nor did he sit, but in the end he stood honestly.

"I brought the people." Jeska said: "He is Winters Montagne, and he led people to dig those trenches."

Winters originally thought that the lieutenant colonel was only lukewarm to his subordinates, but he did not expect that he spoke to the brigade general in the same tone.

Sekler took a bite of the bread and looked at Winters: "Entrepreneur Montagne?"

"Yes." Winters' heels moved closer.

"I know you are wronged and you cannot go home. We are sorry for you." Brigadier General Sekler said sincerely: "I promise you that after this battle, I will arrange for you to return to Venetta immediately."

Winters had a bad premonition: "Thank you, General."

"What do you think about this siege?"

"Our army will win!"

"How long do you think it will take to take the Heards' city?"

Winters was surprised that he wanted to reason with the general, and how could there be a certainty in the war?

But when the other party asked, he had to simply answer: "I don't know!"

Seckler and Lieutenant Colonel Jeska looked at each other and smiled bitterly: "You can say it boldly, just think it's guess."

"It's as short as two or three days, but it's hard to say if it's long, it depends on the Heards' reserves."

"Two or three days?"

"Maybe you will be able to get to the city tomorrow."

"But our army was defeated miserably today."

"Siege does not depend on victory or defeat in one day." Winters couldn't help but speak, "Today, it proved that the wall-drafting tactics are feasible. The number of gunfires of the Hudders has been getting less and less in recent days, and their gunpowder must have bottomed out. Without guns, the Hudders have no way to get a car."

After saying that, Winters paused and added: "Of course, the blasting method needs to be improved."

“How to improve?”

"Reinforce the seal. It is best to use tunnels to blast, aren't you still digging the tunnels?"

"It hasn't been dug under the city wall yet."

"The key is to hit the morale of the Hudd people. If the Hudd people are not angry, even if they break through the exterior wall, there will be an inner wall behind them. If they break through the interior wall, they will have to compete for the house again."

Sekler smiled and shook his head: "Do you know who Hedman is the defender of the city? He is the tribe of the barbarian chief Yasin, his relatives, direct descendants, and guards. As long as Yasin is not dead, Hedman in the city will not give up resistance."

Winters suddenly realized that it would be difficult to dismantle the morale of the enemy with the hatred between the Palatus and the Huds in ordinary ways.

Sekler continued to ask: "You should have met those Heard raiders who crossed the Styx in the east, right?"
To be continued...