Time! Time! Time! Time!

The most important thing now is time.

As soon as the baggage troops removed all the assets of the white lion, the Paratu army immediately began to destroy Bian Li - many troops were still on their way back to the camp.

However, the work of destroying Bian Li was soon stopped.

By chance, the heavy rain not only destroyed the gunpowder, but also turned the originally dry and flammable Bian Li into a sponge that absorbed water.

The choking blue smoke filled Bianli City, but in fact, few houses were lit.

Houses can still be ignited from the inside, but the problem is that the fire spreads too slowly.

You have to wait for the grass roof and all the water soaked in the wooden wall is dried before the flame can be passed to the next house.

It is far from the previous situation where fire is strong with wind and wind helps the power of fire.

According to the plan before the war, Bianli should be completely destroyed: the city walls will be destroyed, the temples and tombs will be flattened, and all people will be taken away to serve as a warning.

But according to the current situation, if the Palatu army dares to waste time digging the corner of the border - a literal corner, the white lion will wake up in a dream.

Sekler and Alpad could not waste precious gunpowder on the blasting walls.

Therefore, the soldiers who broke the city walls were quickly withdrawn again, and Sekler only sent a portion of his auxiliary soldiers into the city to set fire.

...

Winters threw a torch down the wellhead, but the torch did not go out.

"Okay!" Seeing that the well had been filled almost the same, Winters stopped his men: "This well is scrapped, the next one."

The militia carried shovels and shovels, and rushed to the next well.

Looking at the black well wall, Winters couldn't help but think: "How long has the White Lion been preparing for this battle?"

The border and Li are adjacent to the confluent river, so it should not be difficult to draw water.

But this is actually a thinking trap, because the acquisition of water resources is too easy, and its importance will be ignored.

Once Bian Li is surrounded, if he wants to go out of the city to fetch water, he will risk his life and may even be completely strangled to the water withdrawal route.

Even when the little lion led his troops to attack Beizhai, he knew that he would intercept the soldiers who took the water.

The white lion not only did not ignore the drinking water problem, but also prepared a countermeasure - digging a well.

Winters also entered Bianli and found that there were wells in the city, and there were more than a dozen, evenly distributed in the residential area.

Bianli is located on a hillside with a high terrain, so it is very difficult to dig a well.

What's more, the Confluence River is right outside the city, within reach. No one will be stupid enough to dig a well in Bian Lihua - unless he is a white lion.

Walking to the next well, Winters saw Pierre and Bell dismembering a dead horse.

Two Dusaks swung their sharp axes and neatly split the body of the war horse with bones and flesh.

The dark red blood flowed to Winters' feet, and the horse's corpse was thrown into the well piece by piece.

Ish, a militiaman from Ganshui Town, was also in the team filling the well. He muttered with pain: "This is all flesh! There is also skin."

"Don't worry, Mr. Ish." Winters recognized the speaker and comforted him: "General Secler has ordered two horses to be assigned to each hundred-man team. Don't be afraid of not having enough food, just be afraid that everyone will not finish it."

"Can you finish it!" Yish's eyes lit up: "I guarantee it will finish it, sir."

Soon, a horse corpse was thrown into a deep well with blood and flesh.

According to the officer's manual, it is best to use animals who die of illness when destroying a well.

However, time hastily, Winters couldn't find the sick animal, so he had to use the horse corpse to make do.

There were more than a dozen buckets of human and animal feces thrown into the well with the horse corpse.

I didn't feel disgusted with the Huds for the time being, but it made the Palatus and Winters around me nausea.

After pouring the dirt into the well, the militiamen consciously filled the well without Winters' order.

After filling out two wells in a row, the militia were already familiar with this task.

Pierre grabbed the soil and rubbed the blood from his hands, took out a small tube of salt from his waist bag and poured it into the well, and muttered it in his mouth: "[Old Words] From then on, the clan's livestock will not flourish, and from then on, his wife will not be colored..."

Others don't understand the old words Pierre used, and they feel like they don't know why.

"Spray salt?" Winters laughed in silence: "[Oldly words] Take the city and kill the people there; demolish the city and sprinkle salt?"

It was Pierre's turn to be confused: "What are you talking about?"

Winters repeated it again in the common language, and he asked Pierre: "[Old language] do you know the old language?"

Pierre proudly replied: "[Old language] know a little, my mother taught a little, and a little in school."

"So that's it." Thinking back to Mrs. Mitchell's words and deeds, Winters thought it was no wonder that her son could speak the old words: "Who taught you the ritual of salt?"

"It's either a ceremony, or a story told by my mother when I was a child." Pierre replied embarrassedly.

Winters was amused and crying: "Pierre, why were the Hurds afraid of spreading salt? The sheep on the wasteland rushing to lick the salt bricks. Salt has been expensive since ancient times, and spreading salt is a ritual sprinkle. Don't waste salt in such places, you can sprinkle it with a small pinch."

Pierre scratched his head.

The militia first pushed down the well wall, then began to dig into the well, and soon another well was filled to death.

"Okay!" Winters waved: "Next."

...

The army set out, and it was really a mess.

Before the entire army was assembled, the two brigades had already set off in advance as vanguards.

Normally, all equipment must be carried by the soldiers themselves.

But this time it was different. In order to increase the speed of the march, Sekler assigned a single carriage to each hundred-man team to load heavy objects.

The car and horse were both seized from the Heds, and it is hard to say how long it can last.

The baggage in the military camp was loaded with carriages, but there were still a lot of them left.

Initially, it was decided that the war of attrition would be fought, and the Palatu army spent two and a half months to transport a large amount of supplies - and even had the spare time to transport luxury goods to the officers.

The warehouse next to the Legion headquarters piled up with mountains of food and fodder, making Sekler dared to continue fighting while the supply line was cut off.

Even if the Palatu army lost the supply behind, the Heds in Bianli City would definitely starve to death first.

Now these supplies have become a burden - because the carriage cannot be loaded.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! "Take as much as you can bring." Sekler gritted his teeth and ordered: "Create all of them if you can take them away, and burn them if you can keep a grain of wheat or a single grass for the Hed. Throw away all other things except food and hay!"

In the barracks of the Jeska Brigade, the Lieutenant Colonel was also ordering Mason: "Claw the artillery gates and push them all into the heart of the river."

"It will definitely be useful in the future." Mason was dejected and stood there without executing: "They are all good guns."

Lieutenant Colonel Jeska frowned and replied: "It's not them, it's them! It's not easy to go along the way. Instead of carrying it, waiting for the horses to fall down one by one, and finally having to abandon it. It's better to throw it away from the beginning and save some energy for the horses to win."

Mason knew he was in a disadvantage and bowed to the tent.

Four light and three heavy, with a total of seven cannons, and eventually all disappeared into the waves of the confluence river.

The captured armor and weapons were also thrown into the confluence river with cannons.

The luxury goods transported by the baggage team to the officers were also destroyed by the number of luxury goods not far from a hundred miles away.

Robert and Jeska - two lieutenant colonels stood by the river, watching the soldiers smashed porcelain with the hilt of the knife, throwing the whole box of wine into the river.

"The old man is still not determined enough." Jeska frowned: "Speed ​​first, nothing is important except food and grass, you have to throw it away. You have to throw away combat power. Take an extra knife on your body and walk one mile less a day."

Robert sighed: "You are also considerate and considerate to the old man. If he forces the people below to hand over the spoils, the big-headed soldiers can mutiny directly."

"Not to it." Jeska shook his head: "Life is the most important thing. Go home alive first, and then talk about the spoils."

"Do you still remember that fable? That fable about gold?" Robert asked back: "There are only a few people who are willing to throw away gold. Most of them are reluctant to let go. They will not throw away gold until the moment they drown, but it is too late. Human nature is like this, you and I can't do it, and the old man can't do it either."

A thick smoke rose behind the two lieutenant colonels, which was the burning of supplies by the Palatu camp.

On the south and north, there are more smoke columns rising.

That was the Palathus guarding the various places setting fire to burn fortifications and camps.

Winters and Andre in Bianli City also polluted all the wells and filled them to death.

The smoke in the city gradually became thicker, and Winters and Andre quickly took people out of Bian Li.

Everyone sat on the river beach in the north of the city, panting and resting.

"Let's go!" Winters licked his chapped lips and urged his men to act: "Don't be here, go back to the camp and rest."

The militia slowly got up, drooping their shoulders, dragging their tools, and following the centurion towards the camp.

"Someone is here!" A militia pointed to the front and shouted: "It seems to be the Hurd!"

Winters' heart tightened, he stepped on the stirrups and stood up and looked out.

"It's the Hurd." Winters confirmed, adding: "But it's nothing, it's the Hurd prisoner."

Two infantry brigades escorted the prisoners and passed by everyone.

Winters' eyes swept over the Hudder crowd, who, to be precise, should have been Hudder's slaves, looked sad, painful, and a little numb.
To be continued...