Once again, the government forces stopped, except for the occasional cold gun.

Inevitably, the rebels fled the city, and some people quietly came out of the city at night, often causing a riot in the city.

These defective rebels revealed that there were less than 2,000 rebels left in the city, the entire command system was on the verge of collapse, the food had been eaten, and all kinds of terrible things were happening in the city.

The Genoese were busy for two whole days, and planting explosives under the walls was a delicate task. First of all, the end of the original secret passage had to be widened, and the second most important thing was waterproofing, which was close to the Longjiang River, and although Daguerre City was on a higher platform on the south bank, water would still seep into the tunnel.

Crown Prince Jean Soren and Commander-in-Chief, Admiral Michael Schmidt, rode their horses to a place 2 kilometers away from the city, with more than 30,000 soldiers lined up behind them, and in the distance were militias of various flags.

In the northwest corner, the Genoese were also in formation.

"How much explosives did Viscount Connelly plant under the walls?" the crown prince asked.

"About three tons of explosives. Lieutenant Frank replied, "If it succeeds, a gap of one hundred and fifty to two hundred meters long may be blown there." Maybe more!"

"What explosives, so powerful?" General Schmidt asked.

"He used a new type of explosive, which is said to have been invented by a chemistry professor at the University of Poitou, and it was very powerful," says Franck. Viscount Connelly repeatedly insisted that we should retreat at least five kilometers from the city wall, and that the horses should be led away to avoid alarm. ”

"Commander-in-Chief, this is the advice of the members of the Royal Society of Science, so we'd better step back. The crown prince said seriously.

"Well, it's a sound decision. Also, I have always respected scholars, they are some of the brightest guys in the Empire, and without them, we soldiers would have to fight with spears. ”

Schmidt smiled and said, he and the crown prince turned around and pulled the army back another three kilometers.

The strange behavior of the government army made the rebels in the city puzzled, and even thought that the government army was retreating, and then some people automatically made up their minds, thinking that the government army was deliberately luring them out of the city to fight.

In the camp of the Genoese Civil Guard, Sean received the last confirmation from his subordinates, and his chief of staff even infiltrated the secret passage himself to check it.

This new type of explosive, of course, is one of the latest inventions of the chemist Alexander Foss at the University of Poitou, and it is a powerful and fairly safe explosive that generally does not burn and detonate even if it is penetrated by lead bullets.

But because Professor Foss has a criminal record, although Professor Foss's assistants have repeatedly assured their headmaster that nothing will go wrong, Sean still hides far away.

The operation was mainly carried out by a few assistants of Professor Foss, and it was also an experiment. Professor Foss didn't come because he claimed that his new project was at the most critical moment.

If you change to a principal with high emotional intelligence, with the grace of cultivation and knowledge, you would have come to offer your hospitality a long time ago.

Professor Foss's assistants also brought a detonator and a new safety fuse. This is the result of Professor Foss's chemistry laboratory.

At 10 a.m., everything was ready.

Sean consulted the Crown Prince and General Schmidt, who had come to the Genoese garrison, and in front of them, ordered the fuse to be lit.

For the sake of safety, three fuses and corresponding detonators were installed to prevent the excessively long fuses from going out halfway. Although this safety fuse burns quickly, for safety, the fuse is up to 2,000 meters long, which inevitably prolongs the time it takes for the fuse to burn and the uncertainty it brings.

Next, there was a long period of silence and waiting.

General Schmidt said impatiently: "I dare say this must be a squib!"

The crown prince glanced at him dissatisfied: "Don't be impatient!"

From where they were, the city of Daguerre was just a dark shadow on the horizon. Although they were a little unimpressed, they still followed Sean's advice and stayed away from the city wall.

The crown prince raised his eyes and looked at it, only to see a light shining in the distance, comparable to the sun overhead, and a cloud of black smoke and dust quickly rose from the head of Daguerre, enveloping Daguerre.

The earth seemed to tremble.

It's like a feast, a feast of blood and fire.

Only then did the sound of a thunderous explosion reach his ears, and the horses beneath him neighed uneasily. Schmidt held up the telescope and exclaimed excitedly:

"I was right, this kid succeeded!"

Schmidt immediately rushed to the city of Daguerre with his cavalry.

The crown prince shook his head and said to the left and right: "This is the power of science. ”

Daguerre's walls disappeared, creating a gap of 300 meters long. Countless rebel soldiers were killed in the violent explosions, littered with broken bricks and broken corpses of soldiers.

Many more were bleeding and dying silently, and some were deaf from the powerful sonic impact.

Government troops rushed in.

Some of the rebels resisted, but the tide was turning, with many dropping their weapons and surrendering on their knees, while others dressed as civilians mixed in with civilians in an attempt to get by.

Given the worrisome discipline of some of his own troops, and especially the less reassuring local militias, the crown prince did not want this year-long counterinsurgency war to leave any stain on his own glory when it came time to close.

Therefore, the crown prince ordered General Schmidt to withdraw most of his troops, guard the walls and the main streets, and let Sean's troops carry out the final clearance and screening work.

The reason why the Genoese were asked to do this very oily work was that the Genoese not only showed good military qualities, but also maintained the good military discipline they deserved, which left a deep impression on the crown prince.

In addition, this is also the crown prince's reward for Sean himself, whether it is the beautiful annihilation of the blood warriors or the operation of blowing up the city walls, the government army has lost many deaths.

Both of these credits should be rewarded.

Within an hour of Sean receiving this order, many well-informed people visited the Genoese barracks, but they only saw the backs of the Genoese.

They were militia commanders, local garrison officers, guerrilla leaders, and even some from the regular army.

Of course, the purpose of these people is to make the wealth of the city, and the wealth looted by the rebels from the two provinces is uncountable, which makes people very angry.

Just before the siege of Daguerre, the money that all kinds of people in the city were prepared to use to save their lives was an astronomical amount. If it follows the normal course of events, the money will go into the pockets of these people.

But now, not only may they not get the money, but they may even set themselves on fire, exposing evidence of their private dealings with the rebels.

At this point, the latter is more important than the former, because it will involve many people, and the René family is a lesson from the past, and many members of the family are still arrested after the crown prince has received a large sum of money from the family.

They believed that if they could make the difference clear to the viscount, the viscount would surely think twice.

However, Sean seemed to have known that this would happen, and they couldn't find anyone for a while, because all the checkpoints into the city were guarded by the crown prince's guards, so they could only look at the city and sigh, hoping that Sean would realize it later.

Mark Wheeler was hiding in the cellar of a grain store in the city.

There were fifty people crammed into this cellar, and the air inside was foul and stinking.

But in order to save their lives, no one dared to go out and try their luck.

The army outside searched from house to house, and all the residents were herded into the streets, and everyone had to have proof of identity and the guarantee of their neighbors.

The work lasted three days, and the searching army carried out the work with great care, and they saw many people trying to get through the crowd and then taken away.

Those who tried to escape or resisted were shot dead on the spot, and their bodies were hung in the streets.

No one thought of dying, especially the group of people who had tasted the taste of wealth.

Bang, there was a loud bang ahead, and someone broke into the grain store.

Then there was a cacophony of footsteps, and the intruder came to the location of the warehouse in the backyard.

The warehouses were empty, there was not a single grain left, and in the days when Daguerre was besieged, even rats were rare.

"There's a cellar here, grenades ready!" someone shouted.

"Yes!"

Everyone in the cellar looked nervously at Mark Wheeler, who gritted his teeth and shouted:

"Sir, don't throw grenades!"

"Listen to the people inside, come out one by one, and don't try to resist! Otherwise, you will be killed!" ordered the officer.

Leading the team is Clark Nelson.

Mark Wheeler trembled and crawled out of the cellar, raised the papers in his hand, and said in a loud voice:

"I'm Mark Wheeler, a relative and agent of Commander Kemal, and that's proof of my identity. ”

Kemal was the commander of a militia subordinate to the government army and came from Guineapoli.

Nelson calmly took the so-called document and found that it contained a check that could be cashed out instantly in any city in the empire.

Mark Wheeler nervously watched Nelson's look and breathed a sigh of relief at the sight of Nelson slipping the check into his pocket.

Sure enough, money is everything.

Nelson motioned for him to stand in the corner, and the remaining forty-nine, one by one, came out.

"Who are they?" asked Nelson, "also an agent?"

"Sir, you're right, they're all spies, we hide in the city under various identities to spy on information for the Empire, and we're all heroes. Of course, as loyal subjects of the empire, our merits are insignificant. Mark Wheeler replied, "Sir, I request to be presented to Commander Kemal in person. ”

"Very well!" Nelson nodded, "before I ask you heroes to meet with another commander. ”

"What?"

Mark Wheeler's face changed, and on the open door frame of the shop in front of him, leaning against a man with a cigarette in his mouth and arms around his chest, was looking at him with a mocking look.

In an instant, Mark Wheeler's face turned pale and he collapsed to the ground.