Royal Gold Medal County Magistrate

The battlefield after the rain was thick with a heavy 'miasma'.

As the sun rose higher, this miasma not only didn't dissipate, but the stench grew even stronger.

It was like a group of invisible venomous snakes, constantly burrowing into the mouths and noses of everyone who invaded their territory.

Shit covered thousands of miles, and urine flowed like oars, making people tremble with fear.

Although the scene was filled with deathly stillness, it was also full of vitality...

If the area outside Fika's city walls wasn't taken care of, it would soon become a paradise for flies and an ocean of maggots.

And the baffle boards on the city walls were even more gruesome to behold.

No one knew what kind of food Hiro and the Temple Knights were eating, but the final processed product was particularly sticky.

The baffle boards now resembled the bottom of a desk covered in raisins, except the scale was a thousand times larger, the density a hundred times greater, the color concentration ten times higher, and the humidity twenty percent higher....

If Fang Zhengzhi were here, he would definitely exclaim that the regular army's dung warfare was on a completely different level compared to their small-scale skirmishes back then.

The results of tens of thousands of people working for a month would make even the Dung Gang champions scream in horror. Just one glance would rob them of the courage to live on...

Lai Gou'er was still patrolling, but now Duke Alvis and Hope were behind him.

Both of them had their nostrils stuffed with paper, their faces filled with utter despair.

With the battle fought like this, they now felt that dying would be a relief.

A row of high platforms and pulley systems had been built with wooden frames below the city walls, and many soldiers were working hard to pull the trebuchets below onto the platforms.

By noon, everything was set up.

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

For nearly a month, he had been bullied without being able to fight back.

Having weathered so many storms overseas, he had fought many small battles, all of which he had won by crushing the enemy. This was the first time he had faced such a large-scale war.

So this was what a large battlefield was like!

The enemy was simply too despicable. Even a seasoned beggar like him felt physically and mentally exhausted in the face of this scene.

Many of the artillerymen were vomiting so much that they were dizzy, unable to eat all day, and listless.

Not to mention the fecal water that was thrown into the city, the cannons were extended out of the crenellations for easy aiming, with the baffle boards behind the cannon bodies.

When the enemy launched a round of excrement and urine, it would slide down the baffle boards and splatter all over the cannon bodies...

Now, the artillerymen, who had always regarded the cannons as their lives, felt nauseous at the sight of them.

He had built tall baffle boards here, so the trebuchets could not be used directly on the city walls.

He could only organize the civilians to dismantle houses and build high platforms in the rear streets.

He had also fermented manure for half a month in advance and prepared many wooden buckets. Now, he could finally retaliate!

"Brothers!" Lai Gou'er roared, "Bring up all the fermented manure from before! Today, let the Church see the might of our Great Jing!"

Hope and the Duke exchanged glances, both their eyes filled with a thick, unyielding despair and fear.

The might of Great Jing... it was truly unimaginable what kind of country Great Jing was.

The future was bleak....

"Well, the enemy is starting to prepare too, good." Lai Gou'er observed the enemy, then turned to the Duke and asked, "You two, why isn't the priest here?"

Hope twitched his lips: "The priest said... this is a land forsaken by God, and he wants to stay in the city to pray for the people. Brother Lai, don't you need to stuff something in your nose?"

Lai Gou'er touched his nose and chuckled: "You get used to the smell after a while. Stuffing it will affect my state. Duke, how are the wells being dug in the city?"

"We have successfully dug five wells, plus the ones we had before, the water source is temporarily sufficient."

Lai Gou'er nodded: "Good, as long as we maintain the status quo, when the reinforcements arrive, I will lead the people to attack the Holy City directly! Catch them off guard."

"Now we just need to maintain the situation, is the morale of the people still stable?"

Duke Alvis shook his head: "The Church has an inexhaustible supply of wood outside, but many of our projects here involve dismantling people's houses. Some of the people whose homes have been demolished are upset, but it can be appeased with some money, so it's not a big problem for now."

"That's good."

As he spoke, Hiro's army launched another fierce attack.

A large wave of projectiles hit the baffle boards, and still, scattered soups flew from the sky to the bottom of the city.

Hope and the Duke paled and clung tightly to the crenellations of the city wall, fearing that shit would befall them.

Lai Gou'er shouted excitedly: "Counterattack! Counterattack! Counterattack!"

The trebuchets inside Fika City began to fire!

Using the same methods to greet the enemy.

For a time, a bloody storm raged outside Fika City, and countless fecal soups shot across the sky!

A soldier who was busily loading dung next to a trebuchet outside the city suddenly felt something was wrong and straightened up to investigate.

A half-full wooden bucket flew steadily over.

It was poured all over his head, soaking him thoroughly....

The soldier wailed on the spot, his eyes burning as if scorched by fire, and he fell to the ground, covering his face.

Screaming, he rolled left and right on the ground, and many soldiers around him quickly kicked him aside.

So as not to rub it on themselves.

Hiro's offensive was momentarily stalled.

General Mord glared and waved for a team of soldiers to come forward with shields to resist.

The situation was a bit unfavorable...

Oh, not only has the opponent not given up, but they have also taken the initiative to attack?

In this case, their basic situation is still stable.

Water pollution may not have affected them either.

The Inquisitor, who had been accompanying him, had completely gone mad when he saw the other side also throwing shit.

He grabbed his hair and jumped up and down in place, screaming!

"Sick! Sick! You're all fucking sick! Aaaaaah!!!"

"Prepare Divine Punishment." General Mord's calm voice sounded, "Shields protect Divine Punishment's advance, smash the wooden boards on the enemy's city walls."

The Inquisitor was overjoyed, and hope returned to his eyes: "Using Divine Punishment? Why not attack the city gate directly and kill them!"

Mord said coldly: "The opponent is operating trebuchets, and they will inevitably be distracted by the Divine Punishment weapons. Moreover, the enemy knows that we also have Divine Punishment, and the city gate must have been blocked to death. We won't be able to break through it for a while. Once the opponent reacts, they will suppress us and increase casualties."

"The best way right now is to take the opportunity to smash the baffle boards on their city walls."

The Inquisitor couldn't hide the joy in his eyes and nodded repeatedly: "Mmm, mmm, reasonable, reasonable, then what?"

"Then we can throw more shit in to put pressure on the opponent."

"......"

The light in the Inquisitor's eyes suddenly disappeared, and he silently turned around, walked to the tree, squatted on the ground, and buried his head deeply in his knees.

A whimper slowly came out....

But no one paid attention to him anymore. The battlefield was filled with murderous intent and smoky haze....

......