Royal Gold Medal County Magistrate

The situation on the battlefield is always unpredictable.

Initially, both sides, wary of the sudden appearance of cannons, maintained a minimum of restraint and did not rush to attack.

They were all prepared for a protracted war.

However, the temporary peace was bound to be broken.

In less than a month, the situation on the battlefield changed dramatically and entered a white-hot, long-range battle!

On this day, the midday sun was half-exposed, and the sky was scattered with dark clouds.

Before the gale arose, sparse raindrops had already begun to fall.

The sunlight shone through the dark clouds, covering the battlefield.

The dim yellow sky, the dim yellow earth... and the dim yellow Fika city walls.

Everything was a dim yellow color, like a scene from the end of the world.

The Fika city walls were very different from a month ago. The original high walls had a row of tall wooden baffles built on top to resist enemy harassment.

Below, firing positions were specially reserved for the cannons.

Lai Gou'er also dared not relax his patrols on the city wall, but after such a long time, maintaining his mental focus inevitably made him look tired.

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

Looking at the rows of catapults that were destroyed and rebuilt not far away, their hearts were filled with a sense of powerlessness.

The enemy's general was very shrewd. After two engagements, he accurately calculated the range of their cannons and constantly changed areas to use the catapults.

These waves of attacks came almost day and night, making people exhausted.

And now, they have no hope of counterattack.

The enemy's details are unknown. Except for the first engagement, no cannon was fired, and their shells are limited and cannot be wasted too much.

They can only wait for reinforcements to arrive.

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

But... all that remained was powerlessness and suffocation.

He looked through the observation port with his binoculars towards the enemy.

The enemy's men were starting to move around again.

And they were so arrogant that they took off their armor and wore only single layers of clothing.

Suddenly, Lai Gou'er caught sight of the corners of the enemy's clothes fluttering up and down.

His face changed drastically, and he roared miserably: "Brothers, hold on! Hold on for one more day, and tomorrow our high platform and catapults will all be built. Then it will be time to counterattack!"

"Yes!"

Counterattack?

An early counterattack! The morale of the Da Jing side was greatly boosted!

The gunners focused on aiming at the enemy, but they were looking for the enemy general, not the catapults.

The Xiro army's catapults were already loaded.

Suddenly, with a 'thump'!

The catapult's long arm launched violently, and several cylindrical objects drew a beautiful parabola in the dark sky.

Thump thump thump, dense sounds rang out outside the baffle, and occasionally lucky cylinders flew over the baffle and into the city.

More projectiles followed closely.

High Inquisitor and General Mord stood in the grove.

General Mord stood with his hands behind his back, watching the situation in the distance, his expression firm.

High Inquisitor covered his chest, looking like he was in too much pain to breathe.

After enduring for a long time, he finally slowly stretched out a hand, grabbed Mord's shoulder, and said with difficulty: "General! When exactly can we start the war? How long do you intend to drag it out?"

"When the time is right, don't be anxious. On the battlefield, attacking the mind is the priority. Our army's morale is high, while the enemy is restless. The advantage is on our side," General Mord said lightly.

Looking at General Mord's confident expression, High Inquisitor finally couldn't hold back.

He stepped forward, grabbed his shoulders with both hands, and roared: "Bastard! Who taught you to fight like this!"

"Now there's shit everywhere outside! The Holy See wants a beautiful battle. Can't you do something other than throw shit at the city every day!"

"Look! Is that shit you're throwing? You're throwing away the Pope's face!!!"

Having said that, High Inquisitor released his hands and cried with his head in his hands.

This is not the war I wanted....

As the Pope's right-hand man, he volunteered to come, thinking of sweeping away the enemy forces in glory.

The enemy surrendered with their hands up and offered Father Solger.

As a result, it has become like this, and the divine punishment weapons brought are of no use at all.

The catapults used stones for the first two days, but later Mord decided to use shit! They've been throwing dung for nearly a month....

There are so many people here, and the situation on the battlefield certainly can't be concealed. He is destined to become a joke.

Even if he doesn't die after returning, the Pope will have to skin him alive.

Mord remained unmoved, looking up at the sky.

Seeing the leaves rustling constantly, a smile couldn't help but appear at the corner of his mouth.

He shouted loudly: "Today the wind direction is favorable to our army, take out all the stock from the previous two days and throw it hard inside!"

High Inquisitor shuddered, desperately grabbed Mord's hand, and pleaded: "General... I beg you, use stones... can we still use stones?"

Mord originally wanted to shake off his hand, but suddenly a flash of lightning crossed his mind, and he shouted again: "Mix crushed stones into the dung buckets!"

High Inquisitor: "......"

The nerves that had been tense in High Inquisitor's mind for a long time finally snapped at this moment.

After a wail, tears remained on his face, and he said listlessly: "That's not how you fight, that's not how you fight a war. You should directly send troops to rush over, and then use divine punishment to blast open the city gate, and finally our army will enter..... You've ruined me, you don't understand anything about fighting...."

"That's how a war is fought!" General Mord said coldly, interrupting High Inquisitor's mumbling, "High Inquisitor, siege warfare is about endurance and attacking the mind. If intelligence is insufficient and preparations are inadequate, you shouldn't start a war in the first place."

"The Church thought it could launch a war with a flashy and impractical weapon, this is the Church's mistake! The Church has the advantage. If you knew how to use your brains, you could have sent some people to pretend to enter the city, first divide the enemy from within, and then slowly plan for it."

"But not only did you not do this, but you were also greedy for success, relying on a pile of scrap iron and full of fantasy, blindly rushing forward! The reason why the war has become like this is all because of your arrogance!"

"Right now, we must compete with the other side in determination. Whoever's determination is weaker... whoever has a smaller chance of winning, so there's no rush. Moreover, I want to use this time to train the peasant soldiers under those lords, otherwise these stragglers will only be a hindrance if they join the regular army."

High Inquisitor was completely desperate.

He couldn't be persuaded, he wouldn't listen, and instead he was reprimanded by the other party.

"But that's not how you fight a war either, splashing dung every day, do you have any shame?"

Mord sneered: "What do you know, dung is a good thing on the battlefield. It can disrupt morale and spread disease. Moreover, we would have to spend a lot of effort to deal with these wastes anyway, so it's best to throw them directly to the other side."

"High Inquisitor, have you heard too many stories? On the battlefield, there are no rules, no methods, only results."

"What galloping across the battlefield, standing tall with a horizontal blade, there are not so many romantic stories. Those are all bullshit from those who play with pens! The battlefield is all about being dirty, to win you have to be dirtier than anyone else!"

"Watch carefully, Fika's water source has been contaminated. Now we are recuperating, and they are exhausted to deal with it. When the time comes, we will start the war!"

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