After hearing Garcia's assurance, the soldier's face immediately relaxed a little.

"That's so much better, everyone was terrified just now, worried that the Wiegand people would throw such a big rock on the wall, and if that really happened, we would be too dangerous. Now that you have explained it, I am much more relaxed, and it seems that it is only a trick of the barbarians, so I will go and talk to the brethren, so that they will not be confused about the situation all the time. ”

Looking at the soldiers with the spring breeze on their faces, Garcia glanced at the huge monster outside the city wall that was still under construction, turned back to the soldiers and said, "Okay, we don't need to scare ourselves, but don't let our guard down, you keep an eye on me now, I'm going to discuss this matter with the Duke and Madame." ”

After saying this, Garcia moved his numb body for a moment, and then climbed down the wall.

But only when he spoke of the Duchess and the Duke, a strange expression appeared on the soldier's face.

This made him feel a little embarrassed, and he knew that his subordinates were very dissatisfied with the duke's previous stupid decisions, and these grievances were all sprinkled on soldiers like Garcia because they had no access to the duke himself.

Thinking of this, Garcia's steps towards the Duke's Hall couldn't help but lag a little more.

He vaguely heard the duke boasting about his daytime achievements in his parlor with several young barons affected by the dukedom, and promised the leaders of several chambers of commerce that he would definitely find a plan to defend against the enemy, and the content of the plan was the "alternate defense system" proposed by Garcia and several military leaders.

It's just that when the little duke mentions this method, he completely skims the contributions of Garcia and the captains, and attributes it to his own great invention.

And those merchants and petty nobles naturally did their best to flatter, and constantly promised the duke that they would make some contributions to the cause of city defense.

The thing that makes Garcia feel the most chilling is far from this.

It's normal for a child to have a little vanity, even if he is a genius, he can't be expected not to make mistakes, and Amy is his leader, even if he does something unpublic, Garcia can bear it.

The thing that really made him panic was that throughout the conversation, the little duke did not mention the attitude of the duchess, and the duchess really seemed to have disappeared, and no sound came out.

The Duchess was the true ruler, as was the consensus of all Connaught who had been in and out of the court.

Without the support of his wife, the territory would never have developed to this point.

Therefore, they were more accustomed to respecting the decisions made by the Duchess, but at this critical moment of life and death, the woman who seemed to be gentle and decent, but extremely strong in her heart, was gone, which made him feel that he could not step on the ground.

With this dizzy feeling, Garcia somehow walked from the duke's hall in the center of the castle to the place where the miscellaneous items were piled up, and some imperial soldiers were being held at the moment.

After the soldiers were locked up, their mouths were not idle, and their mouths were still scolding and swearing.

The soldiers in charge of guarding were so unbearable that they simply hid at the door of the prison to clean up.

Seeing a man walking down, he wanted to stop him, but he saw that it was Sergeant Garcia, the sharpshooter he was familiar with.

Garcia was a worthy of respect, he was kind and had been involved in previous wars, shooting four or five Wiegand men in the head. This fierce military feats are even more shining at this moment.

"Oh, it's you, Garcia-sama. I shouldn't have asked you, but now that the situation is special, I'm afraid I can't let you in without the Duke's order. ”

After hearing this, Garcia wanted to turn around and leave, but he replied as if he was uncontrollable: "Of course I know the rules of the prison, and I came to the prison only on the order of the Duchess." ”

After hearing Garcia's words, the guard didn't even have the slightest suspicion, and directly saluted him again, and said again and again: "Ah...... I should have thought of it, I should have thought of it. I'm sorry, my lord, but I shouldn't have questioned you, but now there are a bunch of morally corrupt people in this prison, and I hope you don't mind. Because their mouths are as if they have just been fished out of a dung pit, and they cannot be washed clean no matter how much they are taught. ”

Garcia nodded in response and walked straight inside.

What had just happened in the hall was still haunting him, leaving him with no extra energy to take care of other people's feelings.

There was a bloody battle in the morning, and then this kind of thing happened in the afternoon, so whoever changes it will have a feeling of abnormality, right?

He walked into the narrow hallway of the prison room and let out a long sigh.

The conditions in the prison have not been very good, and the inhabitants of the territory have not been too tempting to commit many crimes, so the Duke and Duchess have tried not to throw citizens into the prison, so it has become an alternative warehouse over time.

It was only for the purpose of imprisoning the deserters that the place was temporarily cleaned up.

The prison is divided into large and small compartments, but the purpose of the compartments is not to protect the personal privacy of the prisoners, but to prevent them from gathering to make trouble.

Of course, such a compartment is not very safe, so it is just a simple insurance, and the real care of the prisoners is still dependent on the guards in the corridor.

Those are all the personal guards that the duke has pointed out with one hand, and their strength must be no worse than that of a prisoner who can't even eat enough.

And the soldiers who are currently being held in the prison have just rested their mouths for a while, but when they hear that someone has entered this bottom line, they suddenly start to become excited again.

"Hey!

"Earth dog!"

"Why don't you dare to let us out, are you worried about that old bitch's ass anymore? I tell you, even if I love your ass, I won't do anything to that old woman, you can try it with confidence. ”

Garcia only found a clean place to sit down, and after a long time, the soldiers finally realized that something was wrong, so they asked tentatively in the dark:

"Hey, you kid, you came to your grandfathers, and you didn't even let out a fart for a long time, did you really think your head was a female donkey's ass?"

"You're not right, if this kid's head is really a she-donkey's ass, the fuck should put one in for you to listen to now!"

Before the veteran oils could once again take the conversation into the snot bubbles of the unknown boar, Garcia finally spoke.

"Do you want to get out of here?"

In the cell, the broken mouths of the soldiers instantly became silent.

These guys who can run away alive from the battlefield again and again are all treacherous old people.

The so-called frizz and that were just some pretenses used to provoke the soldiers who entered and exited the cells, of course, could also complain by the way.

When it comes to the big event that can decide their fate, they are still very clear one by one.

"How are you going to take us out. An older soldier asked.

This veteran has a nickname, "Flexible Johnson". Before participating in the expedition, he was the steward of a farm, and he joined the army with his young master, but now that the young master is nowhere to be found, he has also been incorporated into the ranks of the infantry.

Because he knows how to count, plus his body is strong, he has a very bright mind to do things, and he also has certain organizational skills. So he soon mixed up with the rank of sergeant in the infantry regiment.

Today, he has become a soul figure in this rout, and it can be said that on the basis that he does not sell the lives of these veteran oilers, these people can follow him.

Garcia turned sideways, then glanced back at the prison gate, and saw that there was no unusual movement in that place, then coughed lightly twice, and whispered: "We are also on the battlefield, and you should know that I am in the garrison, and I am almost in a similar position to your old brothers." ”

"I can take you away under false orders from the Duke. Now there are more than 10,000 barbarians outside the city, and there is a chaos inside the city walls, and when the battle reaches a certain level, no one will pay attention to you. ”

The veteran took Garcia's torch, looked at his cheek, and nodded silently, acquiescing to his statement.

"Okay, so what do you want us to do?"

Garcia's eyes flickered several times before he recounted to the deserters the monster he had seen outside the city made of tree trunks.

After quietly listening to Garcia's description for a while, Johnson laughed dryly.

"I say, Sergeant Major, I'm afraid you're going down the same path as us soon. If you join us now, I'd like inviting you to be one of my deputies, after all, you're young and promising, and you're still a good ass......"

"That's enough!" Garcia whispered, his anger now ticking the veteran out again, but not because the veteran was joking there, but because of his insult to Connaught's territory.

"I'm telling you this, not to gloat, but to tell me how I can crack the wiegand tricks! Johnson, you don't play tricks on me, and since you know what it is, there's going to be a way to crack it, isn't it?"

Johnson and the legion veterans just looked at him with pity.

"You're hopeless. The thing the Wiegand people use is called a counterweight trebuchet, and it has a much longer range than what our legions used before, and I've only heard about it in the army from people who know technology, and judging by the size of the trebuchet you mentioned, they can completely smash your walls to pieces!"

"It's not impossible to restrain that thing, but I'm afraid you know that you're also overjoyed!"

"The mechanism of the trebuchet is very fragile, and with a slight push or two in a critical position, it quickly falls into obsolescence, which is common to all sophisticated siege equipment. Can you go there with your current strength and get an army that can break through the Wegand people's strength and get rid of that thing?"

Garcia was silent for a while, his mouth slightly open several times, but finally he only said one word and got up to leave.

"What I promised you, I will do it, you wait here for a day or two, there is a secret passage in the castle, and there are no more than ten people in this city who know the location of that path, and I can take you out of there. ”

Looking at Garcia's figure getting up to leave, Johnson hurriedly said:

"When the time comes, you will come to be my deputy! Brother, listen to my advice, the world is so big, where can you not settle down, now there are two emperors in the south, with the ability of our people, when the time comes, anyone who supports can have a mouthful of food, why bother to make this trip again?"

All he was left of, however, was the creak of the rusty door slowly closing.

Garcia fully understands the veteran's approach, he doesn't really want to pull him in, but hopes to make a deeper impression on him through this statement, after all, things like hope are mutually beneficial.

However, even so, he also has a certain amount of self-confidence in his city wall, after all, it is only a stick that has been defeated, and he can believe half of what the cartilage with no morale says.

But just as he came out of the dungeon and brushed away the dust that had just been stained on his body, he clearly heard a loud thunderous thud, and a real shaking sensation came from his feet.

He hurried from the center of the city to the wider view of the streets, where when there was no war, where merchants traded with local peasants, and there were several blacksmith shops, which resounded day and night with the sound of forging iron.

But at this point, everything seemed incredibly quiet.

Even the blacksmiths ran out of their workshops, staring blankly at what was happening on the walls.

It was a stone the size of a man's head, and it had just come from a distance that I didn't know where it was, and it had smashed heavily on the head of a soldier defending the city, and together with his iron helmet, it had smashed him into a bloody and flattened mass.

Before that, there were a few other stones that didn't hit the soldiers, they just landed on the wall, but threw out several dents and holes.

The walls of the city, made of stones, dirt, and stones, looked like a piece of mud at the moment, and there were constantly fine pieces of dirt and stones scattered from the cracks, as if they could collapse at any moment.

And compared to the shocked Connaught order, the Weygen army burst into a sea of cheers.

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