With enemy fire in front and the threat of the Warlords behind, everyone was forced to rise up and roar a few times to embolden themselves.

The 422 "Punishment Battalion" had more than 400 people, which was one-third less than the regular infantry battalion, and it had a single branch, only line infantry and a small number of grenadiers.

Müller's company was responsible for attacking the walls of the western section of the castle.

The cathars on the wall took turns firing their guns outward, and occasionally grenades were thrown out and exploded near the moat, and the company was so pinned down that it could not raise its head, prostrate on a steep slope and exchanged fire with the enemy.

Their company commander had a loud voice, a protruding mouth, and a pair of round glasses, like a monkey in a zoo, and the soldiers privately nicknamed him Big Horse Monkey.

The voice of the big horse monkey alone was as loud as the shouting of an entire overseer in unison, and he shouted and cursed:

"Deserters, maggots! Stand up for Lao Tzu! How do you reload while prostrate? Damn it! The enemy is shooting bullets, not dung! What to hide! ”

One militiaman complained: "Have you noticed? The rest of the troops have bypassed this place, and they just have to surround this castle and starve the defenders to death! If you have to send us to attack, isn't this just death! ”

Another person chimed in: "These bastards, if they don't have the courage to argue with the Valstas, they know how to bully their own people!" If it weren't for the Governor team watching, Lao Tzu would have run away a long time ago! ”

Doug and the kitten lay on the slope, burying their bodies deep in the soil, covering their heads with stones,

There was the constant sound of projectiles slicing through the air, and the occasional grenade exploded nearby, falling into the dust, and they didn't dare to move with their fingers in the mud.

Everyone in Unit 422 was in danger, for fear that one of them would die if he was not careful, and Mueller was the only one thinking about the battle situation, and his brain turned quickly to explain his views to his friends:

"The wall on our side is weakly protected, and if the coalition commander has a brain, he should pull the cannon from the south wall."

"Mueller, it's a shame that you don't go to military school." Doug said; "Compared to this, I'm still worried about what is in front of me, I don't think we can survive today, and the big horse monkey will charge as soon as the whistle blows later."

As Mueller expected, as soon as they finished speaking, the allied artillery came,

The Imperial artillery was well-equipped, with light and heavy guns of all kinds, and hot air balloon units in the air to correct ballistics, while the Kingdom army was much more miserable, with only a few old cannons, light firearms and outdated equipment, and even rusty arquebuses and wheel spring guns.

Müller saw the Kingdom Army artillery surrounding a late medieval stone cannon, a massive piece of iron that had been dragged out of a nearby private military museum to bombard the western wall.

The stone cannon was too heavy and required as many as twenty-six mules to pull, and its slow speed of movement made it a target for the enemy.

The walls were lined with small cannons, ranging in weight from two to three pounds, fixed to battlements with rotatable metal mounts, all aimed at the Kingdom Army's stone cannon salvos.

The barrage formed by the small shells was extremely lethal, killing six or seven mules in an instant, but fortunately there were no casualties.

Having lost traction power, the artillerymen had to abandon the bulky stone cannon and throw the old antique on the side of the road.

The Imperial Artillery's 25-pounder heavy siege mortar let out an earth-shattering roar, and after two volleys, the western wall collapsed in large swaths, and the light guns on the wall were blown into the sky, and in an instant dust and rubble rolled into the sky.

"Toot! Doodle! ”

The company commander blew the brass whistle in his mouth, and then shouted: "Now is it, rush into the city!" ”

The whistle sounded several times, but no one wanted to get up.

"Let's go! Otherwise, I'll kill you! "The Overseers raised their guns and aimed them at the backs of the soldiers of the Punishment Battalion, forcing them to advance.

"Rush! We will win! ”

Mueller gritted his teeth and stood up, holding his rifle with a bayonet,

The oncoming bullets whistled in his ears and grazed his body, and he rushed to the front of the line, stepping on the rickety planks through the moat and rushing towards a wall that had been blown down by the shells.

The collapse continued, the sight in front of him was obscured by dust, the boots were sunk in the rubble, and it was very difficult to walk, and suddenly, a figure rolled down, and Mueller subconsciously shot him.

"Phew!"

"Hit!"

When Muller got closer, he found that what had fallen was a corpse, which had been blown up by the cannonballs, and the Tianling cover had been lifted, and the large hole in his chest had been shot by himself just now.

His comrades kept pouring in, he couldn't block the only way, he didn't have a chance to reload, and Muller could only hold his bayonet through the big hole in the wall, his friend Doug followed, and the little wildcat followed.

At this time, the smoke and dust began to dissipate, and the situation in front of me was despairing.

This castle does not look big, but it is full of organs, and it is actually a defensive structure with a double wall and an inner fortress.

The cathars had retreated to the inner walls and fired at the advancing soldiers, and due to the dense crowd, more than a dozen people were killed in a single volley.

"Oh my God! What should we do? Mom, come and save me! "A wounded man sat on the ground and cried,

More and more people poured in, sandwiched between the narrow gaps of the two layers of the city wall, and the crowd became a pile of live targets, being shot at random.

An old-fashioned spherical grenade exploded in the crowd, killing and wounding in an instant, and blood flowed profusely.

Muller felt something on his shoulder, it was hot, and when he picked it up, it turned out to be half a slimy intestine,

His stomach was churning, and the half-digested food was pushed up his throat and forcibly swallowed back.

"Save yourself! Come on! "Someone dropped his rifle and fled,

Outside the city walls, there was soon a volley of gunfire from the warlords, and the moment they fled, there was no sound, and the rest of the people did not dare to flee anymore, and the only way to survive was to fight.

The sappers came in with siege ladders, and the crowd, seeing hope, began to raise the ladders to the second level of the wall.

One of the sanctioned officers, anxious to make meritorious service for his crimes, drew his pistol and saber and shouted:

"Fuck it! Horizontal and vertical are dead, it's better to fight! Come with me! ”

The officers and men of the whole company were freed, and they climbed the ladder like crazy, and were pushed down and broken bones, or killed by bullets and bayonets.

The number of people who climbed the wall increased, and Müller managed to climb up, just in time to see his comrade stabbed to death with a bayonet, and he used the same thrust to return the color, stabbed him in the throat and avenged his comrade.

The next one was a big man, who was two meters tall, with broad shoulders and thick arms, and he looked like a practitioner, dressed in the robes of a dark acolyte of the Voodoo Cult, with a twelve-pointed star tattooed on his head, a typical image of a martyr fanatics.

The big man threw a grenade whose fuse was about to burn out, "Boom! ”

The grenade exploded not far behind Mueller, killing three people in an instant, and the big man laughed with satisfaction, and he swung a two-handed greatsword in one hand and slashed at Mueller.

Muller dodged the fatal blow, and a side roll came to the opposing flank,

There happened to be the corpse of a sapper on the ground, and he still held the sapper shovel in his cold hand,

Mueller grabbed the handle of the shovel and threw a lateral blow to the knee that knocked his opponent off balance, and the second blow used the sharp blade of the sapper shovel to cut off half of his face.

As the big man fell, the officers and soldiers of the punishment battalion finally gained a foothold in the inner city, and as the reinforcements continued to climb up, the number of people in the city was reversed, and most of the siege battle had been won, leaving only the most central fortress unbreached.

As the two layers of walls fell one after another, the Warlords also entered the inner fort, and they did not need to kill the deserters at all, because the soldiers of the 422nd Battalion had already killed the red-eyed, and they were all shouting and fighting wildly, and even the little wild cats, who had always been weak, shot and killed people.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way! ”

Both gates were opened, and several artillerymen drove the mules into the inner city, dragging behind a nine-pounder cannon, which was quickly set up, loaded with solid ammunition, and blasted open the gates of the inner fortress.

The fighters cheered with their bayonets and their military caps: "Hooray!" We've won! Go grab the loot! ”

The people rushed in impatiently, and Müller heard a suspicious creaking above the city gate and immediately became alarmed:

"Nope! Don't go in yet! ”

The scene was noisy, no one listened to him, the first few people were not attacked, and the rest of the people completely unguarded and rushed in.

Suddenly, a large pot of boiling hot oil poured down from the top of his head,

It turned out that what Müller had just heard was the sound of the iron chain used to hoist the boiler, and all the dozen or so people passing below were killed, half of them died instantly, and the remaining few were also severely burned and died soon.

"Oh my God! No! "Muller and the little wildcat galloped past,

Doug was lying on the ground, his head, neck, and body were drenched with hot oil, and in severe cases, the flesh had fallen off, revealing internal tissues, and the slightly less injured parts were covered with horrible blisters, which looked quite disgusting.

Knowing full well that no one would survive such burns, and that he was about to lose a friend, he knelt quietly beside Doug, holding his hand, while the little wildcat wept bitterly.

"I'm sorry...... If only I had noticed it earlier. Mueller hung his head in remorse.

At this time, Doug was already angry, and with the last remaining strength, he spoke:

"There's no need to apologize, it's me who is not good, I rushed in in a hurry, I wanted to grab something, and greed hurt myself after all."

"Friend, go in peace, at least you don't have to suffer anymore."

"It's nice to finally meet you bosom friends......" Doug sighed; Hey, there's never a good dog like Lucky Star again...... There will never be a ...... again."

His breathing continued to weaken, and finally stopped, his pupils dilated, and he died.