[early morning]

[On the walls of the Kings Castle]

"A stone, if the throwing power is large enough, it can knock down an enemy."

Jansen Conelis stood at the top of the Castle of Kings, bent down and picked up a piece of yard behind the chest wall, and used it to smash people. He said without looking back:

"However, no matter how strong a person is, if he is asked to throw stones constantly, he will be unable to lift his arms. Twenty or thirty, if he uses a stone-capping rope, one hundred, but no matter what, his physical strength is limited.

"Although he can be more active and he can be given some time to rest, most of the time, the battle will end in an hour or even a few minutes.

"You may have read some records of days-long battles, but if you take out the actual firefighting time in the entire battle, you find that even if the battle lasts for days, the actual battles are counted in minutes and hours.

"Because once the battle reaches white heat, the winner will be decided immediately."

Conelis turned around and looked at the entourage and said earnestly: "So when you find that the battle situation is getting hot, all you have to do is to keep going."

...

Around the commander-in-chief of the Southern Front, a small group of people followed suit.

The ages of this group of people are uneven. The oldest is at least forty years old, and the youngest is at most in their early twenties.

If they have something in common, it is that everyone is wearing new officer uniforms, but they cannot see the demeanor of soldiers in every move.

However, this cannot be blamed entirely, because strictly speaking, they are originally "new recruits".

Among them, some bought officials to join the army after the bloody night of the Kings Castle, some were temporarily recruited after the defeat in Hegu Village, and some were urgently enlisted after the Southern Front Army landed; some were originally sheriffs, some were originally potters, and some were still studying...

However, it was these "new recruits" officers who shouldered the important responsibility of commanding the local militia troops in the Kings Fort.

Because in addition to "not receiving formal military training and education", they have one thing in common - they all have a close relationship with Grove Magnus.

In other words, these appointed officers are the most reliable people that the respectable Speaker of the Great can find.

Under the current situation, nothing is more important for the Speaker of the Grand Prix than reliability.

...

Hearing the commander's words, a timid voice came out from the team appointed by the officers: "May I ask, sir, when will the battle be considered to be in full swing?"

The appointed officers collectively turned their attention to a young man behind the crowd, which made the latter want to find a crack in the ground to drill into the city wall.

Conelis tapped the battlements with the stone in his hand, and the appointed officers immediately turned their eyes back to the commander.

"When you want to escape," Conelis said calmly, "it is when the battle is in full swing."

The accompanying appointed officers laughed dryly, but looking at the commander's face, it seemed that he was not joking, so the laughter came to an abrupt end.

"Your question is very good," Conelis praised simply, and then put the stone in his hand on the wall. "When it comes to stone, the same stone does not need to be thrown vigorously, but is just thrown from the wall. If you are lucky, you can knock down an enemy.

"And even women and children can throw stones down from the city walls for hours."

Conelis nodded gently, "Gentlemen, please imagine the actual situation on the battlefield again: gunfire is filled with smoke, guns and cannons are roaring, and in chaos, it is difficult to accurately throw a stone to kill the enemy. In contrast, throwing stones down from the city wall is so easy that it cannot be easier."

"The same stone is the same to throw stones to kill the enemy," Conelis asked the appointed officers, "What are the differences between the two methods? Why one is difficult and the other is easy?"

The appointed officers looked at each other, not because the problem was difficult, but because the problem was too simple.

"One is standing on the flat ground?" It seems that because he was encouraged just now, or the timid voice, he plucked up his courage to answer, "One is throwing it down from a high place?"

Hearing this nonsense answer, the appointed officers were stunned.

Unexpectedly, the commander asked with a serious expression, "Why can the stone be thrown down from a high place?"

"Because..." The owner of the timid voice suddenly became the focus of everyone's eyes. He sweated heavily and replied with a tough forehead, "Because someone moved the stone to a high place."

Someone laughed out loud in the appointed officers.

However, Conelis looked at the young man for a moment and suddenly clapped his hands gently, "Gentlemen, this young gentleman has just expressed the core purpose of all fortress defense tactics--to move the stone to a high place in advance, please applaud him."

The appointed officers applauded inexplicably.

"What's your name?" Cornelis asked.

"Misa," the young man replied in a low voice, "Groni Misa."

"Mr. Grony," Conelis nodded, "I remember your name."

The appointed officers applauded again, but everyone was not jealous of Xiaomia. After all, it was not necessarily a good thing to be remembered by the commander at this time.

"'Move the stones to high places in advance,' remember, gentlemen, this is the focus of the city defense battle," Conelis explained as easily as possible, "It is easy to throw stones down from the wall because you were already tired in advance when you moved the stones to the wall.

"In fact, moving a stone from the ground to the city wall may not be less effort than throwing a stone to kill the enemy.

"But throwing stones to kill enemies is the power in your body, and your physical strength is limited.

"Moving a stone to the city wall is equivalent to storing the force in advance in the stone.

"The more stones you can move onto the city wall, the more power you reserve and the more power you can release during battle."

"This is the core of the defensive war. Gentlemen, move the stones to a high place in advance, that is—" Connellis paused for a moment, "building up momentum."

The appointed officers were confused and many people understood a word, "Stone".

"Stones are just a metaphor, gentlemen," Conelis patted the battlements around him. "Preparing stones is to accumulate momentum, collecting gunpowder is to accumulate momentum, saving grain is to accumulate momentum, building forts and digging trenches is to accumulate momentum."

He said with a loud voice:

“It takes years of training to make a soldier able to accurately throw stones on the battlefield.

"Standing on the city wall, even the stone thrown by a child is equally fatal.

"On the uncovered plain, only the bravest spearman can face the charge of the Iron Cavalry.

"Even the first time recruits can easily shoot and kill veterans who have experienced many battles.

“Soldiers and children can also kill the enemy, not because they are more powerful than the enemy, but because they had already ‘moved the stones onto the wall’ long before the battle took place.

"This is why our people in front of the mountain always say, [Dig more shovel of soil before the war and less blood during the war]."

"Gentlemen, can you understand now why we have to repair these fortifications?" Conelis pointed his finger at the trench, fortress and another trench under the city. "These are all 'stones that were moved to the city wall in advance', and they are all potential energy we accumulated in advance, waiting to be released.

"If the rebels want to attack the new city, they have to step into the battlefield we set. Every shovel of soil we dug will be filled with a moor of blood.

"As long as we can make every gunpowder, every bullet, every trench, and every fortress play its due role, the rebels will dry their blood under the castle of the kings, and victory will definitely belong to us."

The appointed officers applauded warmly again.

"Digging trenches and carrying stones is neither decent nor glorious, but it is these neglected hard work that makes the weak defeat the strong, the new soldiers defeat the veterans, and the oppressed civilians defeat the arrogant emperor.

"Gentlemen, this is 'building momentum'," said Jason Conelis, with a kind smile. "Gentlemen, I have taught you all the supreme secrets of the military doctrine of the United Nations Army."

The commander's smile was very contagious, and the appointed officers also laughed.

However, it was the timid voice that broke the harmonious atmosphere.

"Your Excellency," Misha asked again, pointing to the enemy fortifications outside the city, plucking up the courage, "Is the rebels... also 'causing momentum'?"

The smiles of the appointed officers froze on their faces instantly.

...

After Jansen Connelis received the report of the Flying Winged Lion flag, the "rebels" made great construction under the castle of Kings for three consecutive days.

In just one day, the rebels built a series of small fortresses around the new city, surrounding the city walls without leaking.

The defenders on the city wall did not know the formal name of these equidistant and coherent earthen enclosures by the "rebels" but early the next morning, a newly changed local militia exclaimed "When will these old fence stakes appear outside?", "fence stakes", this extremely vivid nickname, quickly eliminated other names and became the only name of the "rebels" works by the defenders.

And everyone who hears this nickname quickly appreciates the true subtlety of this nickname, because it not only describes the status quo, but also includes predictions about the future:

Once the pile is built, will the fence be far away?

As expected, the enthusiasm of the "rebels" to carve the earth did not fade with the full completion of the fortress group, but instead increased.

At the same time as the "fence stakes" were formed, the "rebels" continued to work hard to dig traffic trenches between various fortresses.

According to local militia, the weasels who had been hungry for three days and three nights were not as energetic as the "Xinken Landlord" digging soil outside the Zhuwang Castle.

The one who felt more at a loss than the local militia was the Union Provincial Officer of the Southern Front.

Since its establishment, the United Provincial Army has been famous for its ability to work in the soil and always rolls in the mud, so it is ridiculed as a "muddy guy".

Now, seeing the "rebels" digging trenches like crazy outside the city, the officers of the Southern Front were confused for a moment and could not figure out which side of the city was the real Unionist.

Moreover, with the "fence stakes" acting as support points on the front line, the "rebels" began to boldly put non-military personnel into the project.

When the land was being built, only blue villains could be seen on the construction site of the "rebels".

When the traffic trenches were dug, a large number of gray figures suddenly appeared in the defenders' sight.

The Southern Front has almost figured out the fact that the "rebels" also chose blue as the main color of the military uniform.

Although the blue actually observed on the "rebel" soldiers is colorful "blue", it is obvious that the "rebels" have attempted to unify the uniform.

And those gray figures in undyed coarse cloth clothes - even without tops - looked at from a distance, obviously were farmers recruited from nearby.

The people in the city still don't know how the "rebels" found the farmers who ran faster than rabbits and made the latter serve them.

They only knew that with the help of the "Little Gray Man", in less than two days, the "Little Blue Man" dug a small fortress parallel to the city wall, connecting various small fortresses, extending from the bank of the Jinliu River to the Shijian River embankment.

And a steep earth wall was built behind the trench using the soil dug out of the trench.

The prophecy of "fence stake" comes true.
To be continued...