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On the hot day of June, the steaming heat flow is like the scorching air in a stuffy tank, and the dullness exudes a scorching smell, and the faces of the people illuminated by the bright sun in the sky are painful, and the Kujit people on the city wall are wearing hot iron armor baked by the sun, and the sweat flowing on their bodies prints wet marks on the ground,

"Damn, why is June in Vecchia so hot!" Saharis touched the sweat on his forehead with his hand, the scorching midday sun made him very unhappy, "It would be nice if it was in the Kugit Prairie now!

Saharis began to miss June in the savannah, the cool breeze swept through the prairie, the vast prairie galloped at his feet, June was the season to gallop on a war horse in the savannah, in this delightful season, the annual Saha-Festival was held in the royal court, the heroes from all over the prairie would show off their skills, the tribal leaders would hold a meeting for the next year's plans, the cattle and sheep snoozed in the green grass, the boys chased their beloved girl on the prairie, and his twelve-year-old son Sata could choose a horse from the tribe as his rite of passage

"May the god of the steppe bless" Saharis prayed in his heart, and the sturdy castle façade under his feet made Saharis a little more steady

From morning to noon, the Samoorians on the opposite side had been hiding in their tents without showing their heads, leaving only a few scattered lookout posts patrolling, and outside the castle, the whole white tent of the Samoorians was like a flock of sheep grazing on the grassland, which aroused Saharis's feelings of longing

This is the sixth day of the siege of Vizan, except for yesterday the Samoorians ran out to test fire a few stone throws, the whole battlefield fell into a dead silence, for the laziness of the Samoor, the Kugit people are not surprised, the fat man of Samoir is a very lazy person, this is not a new thing in the Kujites, "a lazy commander must lead a lazy army"

With the ferocity of the initial attack as fierce as a pack of wolves, to the now lazily not even showing their heads, the unusually strong Vizan Castle has worn out the will of the Samoor, and the excellent expression of the Vizan city wall yesterday is like a shot of strength to the panicked Kujits, who can hide in the castle safely, waiting for reinforcements to go south.

Outside the city, in the Satsuma camp, the fat man was lying lazily, showing his white belly, holding a hardwood board in his hand to fan himself, and the hot June day made the fat man lazy to move

Under the fat man is a layer of red flowers and trees of Salas carpet, the exquisite weaving skills of the southern Salas mountain people, the pieces of flowers and wood are strung together to form a huge wooden chip bed, which is a good thing for the nobles to enjoy the cool in summer, during the search of Zhivadin, the fat man collected a lot of these things, and this time he specially brought a few out,

"My lord, this is the latest information sent" Chrolysatt walked in with a piece of parchment, "The 20,000 cavalry of the Left Guard King heading south has already crossed the central Omr region, and it is only two days away from Vizan!

"Two days! so fast" the fat man got up from the carpet and touched his sweaty nose, "when will that bastard of Lidakus arrive, if we don't arrive tomorrow, we will have to retreat!

"If Lidakus doesn't come tomorrow, it is estimated that the dead fat man will turn against the Lida family" Looking at the fat man's annoyed look, Krollissatt couldn't help but think, "The latest report from the liaison officer, the logistics unit led by Captain Lidakus just entered Vizan last night, and it is estimated that it will not be back until the afternoon at the earliest!"

"Oh, it's already in Vizan?so fast" The fat man was stunned for a moment, there were too many accidents today, "I didn't expect him to do it so quickly, it seems that the power of the Lida family among merchants is still not to be underestimated"

This time, in order to save time, the fat man didn't even have time to raise the logistics baggage, but just threw a dispatch order to Lidakus, who arrived last, according to the convention, so that tens of thousands of logistics materials would take at least seven days of dispatch time, but judging from the time when Lidakus entered Vizan, it only took him 2 days to basically do it

"Talent! I didn't expect this guy Lidakus to have such ability!" The fat man was a little excited, such a talent almost let himself be ignored, it seems that he still preconceived to kill people, because of his wariness of the Lida family, he almost let an important talent slip away from him

The fat man who analyzes the importance of logistics is very clear, many times the war is fought in logistics, whose logistics is strong, whose army can be defeated, Hanzu Liu Bang is like this grinding to death Xiang Yu, the overlord of Chu, so the first thing Hanzu did when he ascended the throne was to seal Xiao He, who was in charge of logistics, as prime minister, not the "invincible" Han Xin, you just can fight again, no food, no drink, no reinforcements, you have to hang

"You immediately send a force to pick up Lidarchus's logistics team," the fat man waved his hand at Croissat, "If it's too far, order them to bring the seventy-third supply first, I'll be of great use tonight"

"Seventy-three materials?" Croissat knew that the fat man had a penchant for numbering special materials, for example, his night pot was No. 01, the fat man said that it was called a pillar of optimus, his bath was No. 100, and the fat man said that it was called the sea of rivers, and people who didn't know thought it was a precious thing, but it was actually a pile of rags

It is estimated that this No. 73 material should also be the fat man's personal belongings, for such curiosity, Croissart was not much interested, but touched the tip of his nose in distress, "If the adults are ready to attack the castle at night, I am afraid it will be difficult now, the Kugit people have learned to be obedient, due to the night attack of the arrow rain the day before yesterday, the Kugit people have a tighter defense, even at night, they will use torches to illuminate the entire city wall, and our people will be exposed as long as they are close to a range of 20 meters, and they can't get close at all!"

"You don't have to worry about this! just do what I say" The fat man disagreed with Crorysatt's reminder, and just as Crorysette was about to walk out of the tent, the fat man reminded again, "Remember, No. 73 material, don't take it wrong, that thing is very precious, it must be handled with care!"

At night, the bright moon hangs in the sky, the white moon illuminates the ground, the heat of the day has dissipated invisibly, the cool night breeze caresses lightly, and the sound of insects chirps in the grass one after another

"I really don't know what the adults want to do? can you attack at night like this?" Croresette took his eighth heavy cloth regiment, lined up in a neat queue, and stood more than a hundred meters away from Vizan Castle in full gear, Crorysat looked up at the bright moon in the sky, and scolded anxiously, "Don't lurk at the foot of the city wall, even now from a distance of hundreds of meters, the other party can see it clearly!"

The Kugit people on the city wall also felt that tonight was unusual, and almost the entire camp of Samorians outside the city was dispatched, and the black oppressive crowd was worried in their hearts, and there were hundreds of phalanxes, and the smell of blood wafted in the cool night wind

"Satsuma is dead!"

All the Kugit people stood on the city wall, the bow in their hands was tight, the scimitar was drawn out of its scabbard, and their eyes were nervously staring at the Samori people who were outnumbered outside the city, just waiting for the other party's siege team to come up and throw their lives and blood on this section of the wall

"What does Samoir want to do?" Kujit Zuowei Wang frowned slightly as he looked at the dense Samori people outside the city, Samoir Fat Man always doesn't play cards according to common sense, you think it's a good opportunity, he doesn't come, you think it's bad, he came, which makes Zuowei Wang very headache and depressed

"The moon is so good tonight, everyone blows a cool breeze, what are you doing with such a big formation!"

As the commander of the first army, the king of Zuowei knew what was the soul of the army, looking at the soldiers who were about to be sluggish, he raised the scimitar inlaid with sapphires in his hand, and shouted loudly, "We Kujit people are eagles soaring in the sky, we are real iron-blooded men, let us teach these Vicchian cowards with the scimitar in our hands under the attention of the moon goddess tonight! Let them know that the claws of the Kugit eagle can crush any enemy, and the great steppe god will bless the true warriors."

"Long live, long live the steppe god!" shouted the Kujits around them, raising their scimitars, their low morale rising rapidly

"The moon is so bright tonight!" The fat man didn't care about the changes in the Kugit people on the city wall, but looked up at the moonlight with emotion, then looked down at the busy stone thrower, and asked, "Are you ready, if you're ready, let's start!"

A sharp whistling sound swept across the night sky, and with the help of the bright moonlight, the Kujit people saw hundreds of black dots falling from the sky.

"Damn the stone thrower!" King Zuo Wei scolded angrily, "It's like a mosquito that is so annoying."

The "pop" black dot hit the city wall, and when it landed on Kugit's shield, it immediately shattered into pieces with a crisp sound

"Your Highness, it's these things that fall" A guard beside King Zuowei quickly picked up a black dot fragment, and there was still black liquid left on it, "Our city wall is full of these liquids, and many soldiers have a lot of them on their bodies"

"Oh, what the hell is the fat man doing with Satsuma!" A pungent smell made the king of Zuo Wei lose his face

"Shoot!" a roar rang out from the direction of the Satsuma army, and countless fires shot at the Vizan city wall like locusts covering the sky

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