"yes."

"Do you know who those Hurds are?"

"I don't know." For those who don't know the wasteland, the Hudders are the Hudders, and that's what Winters is.

"Those are Naimans made up of more than twenty tribes of all sizes, but there is not a single Chihe tribe in it." Sekele said with emotion: "Don't underestimate the barbarian Yasin! He took his tribes to hook us up, but asked other tribes to rob Paratu to eat fat meat. He gnawed his bones and gave the meat to others. With this kind of demeanor, if he did not kill him in this Tucheng today, the border of Paratu will be in peace for the next twenty years."

Winters was fascinated by the hearing. At the beginning, this battle was nothing more than "the Palatus beat the Huds" for him.

But as he participated in it deeper and deeper, he realized that the deeper logic of this war was far more than just "the border people and barbarians started filming".

This is a "plowing the acupoints" for plowing the temple.

Winters was still thinking about it, and Brigadier General Secler pondered and said, "Lt. Montagne."

"yes"

The brigade general said in a surprising way: "If you are responsible for the overall coordination, how long will it take for you to take down Bian Li?"

Winters didn't react for a moment.

Brigadier General Sekler said it again.

"Next year." Winters replied.

Winters saw a little strange: the brigade general was already a little sick and rushed to seek medical treatment.

In this siege, Winters actually commanded the auxiliary soldiers and civilians had reached nearly 1,200.

This was the first time he was responsible for so many people, which made him a little worried.

And Winters knew very well that he could dispatch thousands of people because the commander of the auxiliary soldiers was his Venetta at the same time. The second lieutenant Venetta was in the same mood, and everyone did not dislike listening to him.

The civilians naturally obey the authority of officers and do not need to worry too much.

"If I coordinate," Winters replied seriously: "Next year, no one will listen to me, so he can only wait for the Hurds to starve to death."

Brigadier General Sekler understood what the lieutenant meant, and he explained: "Of course you don't need to go to the table, you can serve in the headquarters of the Legion. Orders are issued in the name of Alpad and I, and will not make you a target."

"Why are you so impatient?" Winters asked back: "Even if I let me go, I'll be just a third-bright, digging, blasting, and shelling. Today, I can see signs of victory. As long as I have patience, Bianli City will sooner or later be Paratu."

"No!" Sekler's eyes were bright and his expression was serious: "You must be quick! The faster the better!"

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That night, the Paratu army entered the trench position and digged forward overnight.

The next day, the Paratu army once again blasted the Nanling Castle wall.

This time, the engineer used a new excavation method, no longer straightforward, but digging out a corner hole. Although it is more fortification-intensive, the sealing effect is better.

The engineers and craftsmen in the army also improved the container for gunpowder. In order to facilitate transportation, the gunpowder in the barrel was sent into the blast hole. The gunpowder barrels exploded in turn, dispersing their power.

This time, I only used a "coffin" filled with gunpowder. The coffin was tied to death with an iron ring and was sealed with asphalt inside and outside.

The second explosion was no longer a muffled fart.

A corner of the Nanling Castle was directly blown up, and the explosion even scared the war horses of the camp. The soil and broken wood flew up to a height of dozens of meters. It seemed like a mud rain inside and outside the city.

As soon as the Nanling Castle was blown up, the newly formed grenade brigade of the Paratu Army rushed into the gap.

According to Winters' suggestion, Sekler selected tall, strong, and extremely powerful brave soldiers from the Fifth and Sixth Legions, equipped with half-body armor, full-coverage helmets, melee weapons and iron bombs, specifically used to break through gaps.

Although the iron bomb is heavy, it is indeed effective in the battle.

The Heds fought back to the death, and the Palatu army advanced three times and retreated three times, and finally occupied a corner of the bastion.

At this time, it was impossible for the Heds to expel the Paratus again, because when the two sides were still tug of war, Winters had already led his men to open the last section between the gap and the trench position.

The Paratu Army can continuously support gaps through trenches.

The sky was getting darker, and neither the exhausted Palathus nor the Heds could do anything to each other. Both sides stopped, licked their wounds, and the battle came to an end.

However, when the night was late, people, animals and birds within a radius of more than ten kilometers were awakened by another loud noise.

This time, the tunnel was blasted with almost no charge limit, and the northern basin of Bianlixi Acropolis flew into the sky.

The Hed people in the city even thought it was an earthquake and fled in panic.

Two infantry brigades of the Paratu Army, who had been prepared, took advantage of the situation to attack the gap in the Northern Bastion.

From the melee late at night to dawn, the Bianlixi Acropolis was conquered, and the Heds fled to the main city to take refuge.

The Paratu army on the south and north banks also took advantage of the situation to cross the river and set up a ladder to attack the Eastern Acropolis.

When the sun rose from the horizon, Winters stood on the mail tower and looked at Bianli, and the four-quadrant flag of Paratu had already penetrated the West City.

Andre next to Winters was in joy.

Lieutenants Venetta have heard of it--you can go home after the battle, and victory is within reach.

"Vulnerable, vulnerable!" Andre laughed and patted Winters on the shoulder hard.

"The battle has not won yet, don't rush to celebrate." Winters also smiled, and he reached out to call the messenger: "Go to find Brigadier General Sekler. Lieutenant Mason has collected shells from the Heds. Let Lieutenant Mason take the shells to the front, turn the Heds' cannons, and blast open the main city gate."

The commander climbed down the sentry tower and ran quickly to the headquarters of the army.

Winters had an unprecedented sense of satisfaction. The army was at his control like a chess piece. He could make plans without restrictions and watch the implementation of the plan. Nothing excited him more than this.

Even though he was just a helper to give advice, he found that all this still gave him an illusion of omnipotence, and he couldn't help asking himself: "Is this power? Dangerous and intoxicating."

In the morning light, teams of soldiers left the attacking position and headed towards Bianli City.

Winters reached out to touch the locket: "The morale of the Hurds has been shaken, maybe they can really fight down."

Behind him, a rider rushed straight into the gate of the military camp. The guards immediately stopped him. The rider fell off his horse and shouted and rolled and crawled towards the headquarters of the army.

Five minutes later, Winters received a note.

The joy on his face gradually dissipated, and the wrinkles on his forehead began to emerge bit by bit.

"What's wrong?" Andre noticed something strange.

The Paratu team, who were marching towards Bianli in a neat step, turned one by one, and the Green Helmet Messenger rode his horse to the West Acropolis.
Chapter completed!