The shelling of the city wall has never stopped since the deployment of heavy artillery. Needless to say, during the day, even at night, the eight artillery groups outside the city would occasionally fire a few guns at the city wall.

This kind of day and night bombardment is not only destroying the city walls, but also intends to drag down the spirit of the defenders, making the Tanillas unable to rest.

The city walls were shaking, and each shelling could be a signal of the general attack of the Venetta Army. The uninterrupted shelling made the spirit of both civilians and soldiers in Tacheng very tight.

But this tactic also has a side effect: almost all Venetta's caster officers have also been neurasthened by night bombardment.

Since the brain is more active than ordinary people, the caster is more sensitive to the environment. Poor sleep quality is not Winters' personal problem, and all casters have poor sleep quality.

The sound of cannons every now and then at night made the spellcasters in the barracks miserable. It is easy to see which officers are spellcasters in the Vineta barracks now. It is absolutely right to find those officers with black circles and bloodshot eyes.

Only the military captain Moritz was not affected by the shelling at all. Major Moritz van Nassu fixed his spirits and herbs every night, sleeping like a dead person, and would not wake up even if someone was shooting.

Antonio shook his head when he mentioned Moritz. The original words he said to Winters were: "If Van Nassu had quit drinking, he would have been able to obtain the rank of lieutenant colonel long ago. If he said that, it would not be difficult to get the baton of the general in the future... It's a pity for such a person..."

However, Moritz van Nassu is not Antonio's subordinate. He is an adult with full capacity. Antonio has no reason and will not interfere with Moritz's lifestyle chosen.

The uninterrupted shelling made Venetta spellcasters very painful, while the defenders and civilians in Tacheng were even more painful.

At the beginning of the battle, the offensive and defensive sides still retained some virtue and demeanor. But those things have now disappeared, and the war is falling all the way to the worst, bloodiest and cruelest direction.

The night after the Montane Guards left the city to fight back and finally wiped out the entire army.

William Kidd sent a messenger to send a handwritten letter, hoping that the fight would be quit like the previous time, and both sides would send people to collect the bodies and bury the dead.

But this time Antonio rejected the defenders' request, and he replied indifferently to the messenger: "If William Kidd really cares about the dignity of the dead and he can open the city to surrender, then you will no longer have to worry about this problem."

The envoys of the defenders left in shame, while the siege continued.

During the day, the Vineta people bombarded the city walls, filled the moats, extended the fortifications all the way to the trenches, and launched a tentative attack on the weakened positions.

At night, William Kidd led the defenders to repair the broken walls: pouring mortar into the cracks in the walls, and filling the small gaps in the walls with stones, shrubs, and soil—whatever is used—with what they are used to.

They imitated the Venetta people to bring wooden barrels filled with dirt and placed them on the top of the city to replace the battlements that had been smashed to pieces.

The Venetta army was not idle at night. Eight artillery groups would suddenly launch artillery attacks on the city wall at night, mainly using light artillery to kill the Tanirians who were desperately restoring the city wall.

Vaubon also sent a small group of soldiers into the trench through the Triangle Fort and used hook nets to recover precious shells scattered in the trench and walls. The continuous shelling was rapidly consuming the ammunition reserves of the Venetta army, and even the shells under the enemy's noses had to be recovered.

After nine consecutive nights of being awakened by the roar of heavy artillery while half asleep, Winters simply took the initiative to apply for the night guard mission of the cannon.

He does not have a formal commission now, and he is a "brick-shaped" officer in the legion - he moves wherever he needs to, and it is just right to do such a miscellaneous job.

So the day after the mass artillery began, Winters became the star officer of the "Western-4" artillery team.

The Legion Command sent two ten-man teams to each artillery group as the night gate. This is the front line and it is impossible to leave too many people.

But a full brigade was stationed behind the old siege barrier three hundred meters away, and once there were police, they could quickly support it. The main force in the camp could also arrive quickly.

Yegang’s mission is actually very simple: discover the enemy, sound the alarm bell, wait for the troops behind to come up and the mission is completed.

Especially the current battle situation has led to the extremely easy task of Yegang: the Triangle Fort was conquered, and the Tanirians could not use the city gate to attack quietly. If they insisted on going out of the city to counterattack, the Montani Guards would end up.

Tower City is another small city. Unlike giant cities like Constantinople, it has a large number of side doors, side doors, and secret doors. It only has this city gate next to the Triangle Fort.

The Tanirians must be stupid enough to repeat the mistakes of the Montane Guard.

Therefore, Yegang, who had no chance to make meritorious contributions, was unanimously considered by the Venetta lieutenants to be the most miserable errand. If you do it well, you will not be considered a meritorious service. If you make a mistake, you will have to go to the military court.

Hearing that Winters took the initiative to take over him, Lieutenant Charles, the former star officer of the West-4th Gun Group, wanted to pick up Winters and call him dad, and happily completed the handover.

Although it is a hard work, since you are here, you have to do it well.

Winters did three things after he arrived at the office.

The first thing is to issue whistles to all soldiers under your command. Generally speaking, whistles are only sent to officers, so giving soldiers whistles can easily cause chaos on the battlefield.

But Winters believes that ringing the bell is too slow, and that if something happens, it is far less fast than the whistle.

The second thing was to expand the corners of the corridors on both sides of the cannon so that it could accommodate two ten-person teams. Winters placed his two ten-person teams on both sides of the left and right without scattering them all over the corridor.

This is the experience he gained after several night attacks. The individual sentry is easily touched and multiple light and dark whistles must be arranged.

The third thing was to apply for six hard crossbows. In Winters' view, firing a grenade gun to the Night Stand sentry is a surviving idiot behavior and a model of bureaucracy. The sentry could not let the fuse burn for a night. Even if the sentry was not afraid of death, there would not be so many fuses for them to squander.

When he was attacked, he was busy lighting the ignition rope. It would be better to just use a crossbow and blow the whistle if there was something to do.

The efficiency of Venetta's army was extremely high. Winters went to the armory in the morning to receive crossbows and whistles, and the corridor was reconstructed in the afternoon. In the evening, Winters, with a gun and a sword, started working night shifts again after leaving the military academy for a long time.

At midnight, Winters on the post sighed when he thought that he had hated standing at night shift the most before, but now he had to take the initiative to apply for night shift.

A sudden voice interrupted Winters' thoughts.

"Why are you sighing? Centurion?" Buba, the long-half hand, didn't know what was chewing in his mouth, held the long-half and said vaguely: "My mother said she sighed and blew her good luck away, so after sighing, she had to fan the good luck back with her hands."

After saying that, Buba clumsyly reached out and slapped Winters' nose twice.

"Rareless! What are you doing?!" Elder Taylor, the elder of the Tenthusband, was startled and immediately scolded Buba sternly.

Buba timidly shrank his hand back.

Taylor, whose sideburns were already a little frosted, pointed his finger at his head and explained to Winters: "Sir, Buba's brain... has some problems, please don't bother with him."

Winters waved his hand and signaled that it was okay. He smiled and said to Buba, "I'm not a centurion, Buba. Do you know how many people are here tonight for night guard?"

"There are two ten-man teams." Buba counted for a long time with his fingers: "Ten...sixteen?"

"Is it enough for a hundred men?"

"not enough."

"Then am I a centurion?"

"That's not..." Buba said hesitantly: "...then you are...the twenty-husband?"

Buba's answer made Winters laugh.

"Bastard!" Sergeant Taylor was so angry that he raised his legs and kicked Babu hard on the butt. After kicking, he raised his hand to hit him, and Buba was so scared that he hugged his head and shrank.

However, Old Taylor's arm was lifted down but he didn't hit him because Winters reached out and grabbed his wrist.

Sergeant Taylor was surprised to find that the warrant officer, who didn't look very strong, was extremely strong, and his arm was caught by him as if he was clamped by iron pliers and could not move.

"I asked him and answered, he did nothing wrong, there was no need for corporal punishment." After saying that, Winters let go of his hand, and Taylor's right arm was then regained his freedom.

"Isn't he 'disrespectful words'? According to military rules, he must eat three whips firmly." Taylor glared at Buba, lowered his head and said to Warrant Officer Montane: "But just don't care."

"He was right, I am indeed the 'Twenty-husband' now." Winters couldn't help laughing again.

"Uh... can't say that..." Sergeant Taylor was speechless for a moment.

Winters patted Taylor's arm and smiled: "Montaneg, Warrant Officer, Chief [Sir], I don't care if you think it's convenient."

"I'm confused... I'd better call you, sir?" Buba, who caused this little storm, didn't feel at all, touched the back of his head and said with a silly smile.

The tenth husband Taylor glared at Buba so much that he was so angry that he glared at Buba. Seeing Taylor's eyes, Buba lowered his head again.

"The food is coming! The food is coming!" Excited shouts approached from a distance, and crackling footsteps came from the corridor.

Private Dan ran out of the corridor with a small iron pot in both hands and three cloth bags hanging around his neck.

The night guards guarding the cannons must guard from the beginning of dark until dawn, with a time span of nearly twelve hours. They have to rest during the day and have no lunch, so they will have an extra meal at night.

Seven hungry soldiers in the ten-man team quickly took the iron pot from Dan.

Release the lid of the pot and there is a hot soup inside.

Buba, whose stomach was roaring, couldn't wait for Dan to take the bag off his neck, so he reached into the bag impatiently.

"Wait! Don't touch it randomly! Don't get it wrong!" Dan tightly protected the bag and pushed Buba away. He opened the bag and carefully identified it for a while, and handed two of the bags to Buba: "These are our bread."

Buba snatched the cloth bag, pulled out a brown bread that was as big as a face, and quickly broke off a piece and stuffed it into his mouth to chew it.

This "cake-shaped" bread weighing about one pound is the staple food of the Venetta soldiers. Unlike the dishes and soups made by the soldiers themselves, the bread is baked by bakers from the Legion Logistics Department and distributed according to human hair.

The main ingredients of military ration bread are equal proportions of wheat, barley and rye, and the auxiliary ingredients are salt and water.

Winters tasted military ration bread and tasted a little sour. But in fact, because wheat flour accounts for one-third, it is already a very good food, which is affordable by only self-cultivated farmers and above.

Many boys from poor families tasted this bread for the first time after becoming soldiers [Maslin].

The other soldiers also divided a loaf of bread and scooped some soup into their cups, and ate it with bites of soup and bread.

Dan handed the last bag to Winters: "Sir, this is yours."

"Oh, thank you." Winters took the bag, found a stone like the soldiers around him and sat down.

As soon as he sat down, the soldiers of the Taylor Ten-man team stopped talking.

The officers in the Venetta army not only eat differently from soldiers, but in fact the officers don’t eat with the soldiers at all. There is no one here that integrates officers and soldiers, only officers and soldiers.

So when Warrant Officer Montagne sat next to him, the soldiers of the Taylor Ten-People were all stunned. They looked at each other and didn't know what to do.

"Eat? Why don't you eat?" Winters felt very strange when he saw that everyone was not moving.

The soldiers all looked at Tsun Tsailor, and Old Taylor said to Winters awkwardly: "Well, you... shouldn't you go to the officers' club to have a meal?"

"Officer Club?" Winters said with a laugh and cry: "There are cannons on the side and the city walls in front. Where did the officer club come from?"

"Then you shouldn't sit with the soldiers for dinner." Taylor didn't know what to say: "This...this...this is not good."

“What’s wrong?”

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