It was already the spring of 1835.

The winter snow has not yet melted, and the city of Gangdia, the capital of the Pasella Prairie province, is still shivering in the cold wind. The steppe city was not as tall as the southern city, and its walls were entirely rammed earth, but it held off a four-month siege by the Assyrians.

It was the command center of the Northern Front, Jean Sauron, and the only city he mastered. This was due to the fact that the army had set up a supply center here, so the large amount of food and ammunition it had accumulated, as well as clothing, medicine and other supplies, helped him to hold on for so long.

In addition, he benefited from the help of General Schmidt. At that time, the troops of the two armies led by General Schmidt were heading north, preparing to support the front line, but they did not expect to encounter a rout halfway through. The new force of these two armies is a fully equipped army, with a total of 75,000 men in 6 divisions, and this army with considerable strength and good strength has become the biggest reliance in Jean's hands.

Before the Assyrians besieged the city of Gangdia, Jean sent his staff officers to contact the Imperial forces scattered throughout the north, using himself as a decoy to try to draw the enemy to the siege, so that those of his own forces that still had some combat strength could find an opportunity to annihilate their opponents on the periphery.

The crown prince did not know the execution of his strategic plan at this time, because he had been trapped in the city by the Assyrians, had not been in contact with the outside world for a long time, and was completely cut off from the news.

Standing inside the fortifications at the head of the city, Jean looked out of the city.

The ground covered in snow and ice was trampled into an unsightly black. Stout Assyrians and tall blood warriors patrolled outside the city.

The opponents were skilled in field combat, especially hand-to-hand combat, and their backward industry led to a lack of artillery, let alone artillery capable of skillfully operating them.

The occasional cannonball was nothing more than captured former Imperial artillerymen, who were forced to fire on their own compatriots, but did not do much damage to the city. At the height of the fighting, most of these unfortunate artillerymen died under the butcher's knives of the Assyrians because of their "unfavorable combat".

The defending side was well-armed and well-armed. But now Jean has given the order to save ammunition, and perhaps soon he will give the order to save food.

The only time he was pleased was that as long as the Assyrians were around, it meant that he had dragged the Assyrians back.

A familiar trumpet sounded, and Jean knew that the enemy was attacking the city again.

Without his command, the officers went their separate ways and organized the defense, a set they had become more familiar with in the last few months of fighting.

Jean had to admire his opponents, the Assyrians were so brave that they had lost tens of thousands of their lives in the city in the last few months, but they still rushed like a flood when the trumpet of attack sounded.

The cannon rang out, aiming at the cluster of Assyrians 800 meters away, and the smaller caliber was aimed at the Assyrians running, and if they were closer, they were shot with shotguns and grenades.

If someone is lucky enough to approach the walls, there are selected sharpshooters to carry out targeted killings.

The Assyrians also became more united, and their formations were no longer dense, and they approached quickly in small groups, and then jumped into the ditches that had previously been piled up with human lives, dodging the bullets fired from the city.

Then he suddenly fired a volley of guns at the head of the city, and taking advantage of the short time when the fire at the head of the city was weakened, another group of men and horses came running with a wooden ladder, and they climbed up the ladder to the top of the city without waiting for the wooden ladder to be stable.

However, the walls were built into bastions, and the heroic Assyrians fell screaming under the crossfire, and their assault was extinguished in a very short time.

And the blood warriors had to watch the battle from a position far away from the battlefield because their goals were too big. This also seems to indicate that with the advancement of firearms, these once powerful samurai are becoming less and less suitable for the new warfare.

Jean bent down and closed the eyes of one of the soldiers.

He won another victory, but he did not rejoice in anything, his total of nearly 80,000 men also lost a quarter after months of bloody fighting, and the more the siege lasted, the lower the morale, and if it were not for his majestic prince always standing in the place where the soldiers could see, the army would have collapsed long ago.

A resident approached Jean and cried to him that the army had demolished the door panels of his house. Gene was furious and immediately asked the military judge to arrest the offending soldiers.

As a result, the director of the military hospital, Siegel Gay, was brought to Jean.

"Dean Gay, some residents have cried to me that you sent someone to demolish their house. "Jean is suppressing his anger, and in fact the months of siege have made him so depressed that others can complain to him, but he can't find anyone to comfort him," I repeated, not to harass the residents. They are all our brothers and sisters, and we have given so much to protect our subjects, including them, who have not died under the butcher's knife of the enemy, but have to be bullied by their own people?"

Admiral Michael Schmidt happened to walk into Jean's command and explained: "Your Highness, this is my order. ”

"Michael, what's going on?" said Jean.

"There is dysentery in the army, Your Highness. "In order to prevent an uncontrollable situation, Dean Ghai proposed to me a 'clean-up' plan, which I thought was necessary and gave the order. Because it's a trivial matter, I didn't inform you. ”

In Schmidt's view, this is of course a trivial matter, especially when compared to dysentery. Jean also knew that Schmidt had good intentions, but he was also capable of ordering the soldiers to tear down the door panels of the residents, and if it were his own, he would definitely explain it to the residents in advance, rather than force it.

Dean Gay said, "Your Highness, this is a cleaning plan that Count Connelly has done before. He was an authority on the subject, and it proved to be extremely effective, and we were able to suppress the spread of dysentery on a large scale. In order for the soldiers to drink boiled water and eat cooked food, to pay attention to personal cleanliness, and to ensure that they bathe once a week even in bad conditions, we needed a lot of fuel, so we removed the door panels. ”

"Count Connery?" Gene's brain short-circuited for a moment, "who is he, let him explain to me why he only stares at the door panels of the residents?"

Schmidt laughed unscrupulously:

"Your Highness, he can't come unless he can fly. However, based on what I know of him, he may pretend not to hear your orders as long as he is not in danger of being killed. ”

Suddenly, Jean remembered who the guy he trusted was talking about, and said stupidly, "Since it's a rule, so be it." I'll explain it to the residents myself. Also, let's tear down the door panel of the place where I live. ”

"I am touched by the kindness of His Highness. However, I have sent someone to dismantle your door panel three days ago, and you haven't been back to live in the past few days, so you don't know about it. "If you need a room with a door, you can come and live with me." ”

"You ......" Jean was almost angry.