Gatlin exhaled lightly and buried his head back in the grass. He could see that the group of people holding torches were the enemy commanders. They were patrolling at night. If they were not a little far away, Gatlin would not mind firing a volley of arrows at them. You know, killing a commander is much better than killing a hundred or a thousand soldiers.

It would be better if we could get closer. Gatlin couldn't help thinking. Now he was only fifty steps away from the first trench of the enemy camp. Perhaps because there had been no movement from his side during this period, the enemy did not send troops to defend the trench.

You guys are just being careless, huh, I will make you cry for your parents in a little while. Gatlin thought so, while he stretched out his arm and patted a lieutenant lying on his left.

"General." The deputy general moved over.

"Tell them to lie down and wait a little longer." Gatlin said in a low voice. The entire enemy camp was very quiet, with only sporadic lights flickering. It was almost midnight, and Gatlin believed that after these enemy commanders returned to their tents to rest, the enemy camp's alertness would definitely drop to the lowest point.

"As you command." Although he knew that Gatlin couldn't see clearly in the dark, the deputy general still nodded...

At the same time, Pu Tong, who had just reached the left-wing artillery position, suddenly stopped and frowned.

When the captains behind him saw him suddenly stop, they also stopped.

"General." The fifth regiment commander was closest to Pu Tong. Seeing that Pu Tong suddenly behaved strangely, he subconsciously moved closer.

"Wait, don't talk." Pu Tong frowned even more tightly.

When they heard the seriousness in Pu Tong's words, several regiment leaders dared not speak. They looked at each other and wondered what was wrong with General Pu Tong. "Quick! All of you leave here! Take all the sentries away!" Pu Tong gritted his teeth and said.

"General, what's wrong with you?" the Sixth Regiment Commander asked hurriedly.

"Go! Obey orders immediately!" Pu Tong's face began to twist.

Although they found it very strange, several regimental commanders immediately stood at attention and responded. Then they shouted and drove all the twenty or so sentries on the artillery position to the fence tent a hundred steps behind the position, and they quickly followed behind the sentries.

The second regiment commander was startled after running a few steps, then quickly turned back to Pu Tong, bent over and handed over the torch in his hand: "General."

"Get out!" Pu Tang's eyes almost popped out of his head. The second captain was so scared that he shuddered. He ran back quickly while secretly blaming himself for not knowing the right time to flatter.

After clenching his fists and watching everyone moving further and further away, Pu Tong's entire body began to tremble, in pain and from the suffocation.

The pain was a stomachache. In the evening, he wandered over to the Second Regiment and saw the Second Regiment Commander leading a group of battalion and company commanders to roast venison. The aroma made him salivate. The Second Regiment Commander had no reason not to entertain him. He not only cut all the best venison for Pu Tong, but also brought out his own fine wine as a tribute. Pu Tong did not dare to take the lead in violating the prohibition, but the venison was delicious, and without the fine wine, it obviously lacked the flavor, so he came up with a crooked idea - mixing some wound medicine into the wine brought by the Second Regiment Commander.

Wine mixed with medicine is still wine, but it is no longer ordinary wine. It is wine for healing wounds. Since Ulay took over the army, the basic configuration used for disinfection and blood stasis removal in the Assyrian army is wine and medicine powder.

Drinking in the army is naturally a violation of the prohibition, but if the wine is drunk for the purpose of healing injuries, it is not considered a violation of the order, so Pu Tong's trick seems to be really good, as it not only satisfies his craving for alcohol, but also leaves himself a way out.

Having resolved his worries, Pu Deng naturally had a hearty meal. Then, he got drunk. Knowing that he could not handle the alcohol, he simply "stayed" in the command tent of the Second Regiment and fell into a deep sleep. He slept until he woke up naturally and then he remembered about the patrol - this was why he was still wandering around with the regiment commanders in the middle of the night.

With Pu Dun's "iron stomach" that he had developed after years of hard work in the army, he would never have had such a low-level problem as stomachache. The problem occurred the moment he woke up - drinking and eating meat made him extremely thirsty. When he got up, he saw a bucket of water and a ladle at the leg of the bed. He grabbed the ladle and drank three big ladles without saying a word.

However, what he did not expect was that the water was not for drinking, but was used by the second commander's guards to clean tables, bed frames, and sprinkle water for sweeping the floor. The reason it was placed next to the bed legs was because there were people coming and going in the big tent and if it was placed somewhere else, people might kick it.

More importantly, what Pu Tong drank was the leftover water. The guards had rubbed their rags and wiped their hands in it, but with his tongue coated with venison and wine, Pu Tong could not taste anything wrong with the water at all.

Now all Pu Tong was thinking about was finding a place to relieve himself immediately and vent out the pain in his stomach. He wanted to drive away these regiment commanders and sentries, wasn't that all he wanted?

Pu Tong turned around as swiftly as a monkey and pounced into the darkness. Then, relying on his memory, he leaped to the place he had just chosen in three or two steps. Then, he hurriedly untied his belt while trembling...

When an indescribable explosion and an indescribable smell appeared at the same time, an indescribable joy appeared on Pu Tong's face.

"Drinking too much is not good for you." Pu Tong pinched his nose and glanced in the direction where the team leaders left.

I have to dig some soil to bury these things later. I can't let these bastards know about this, otherwise they will regard it as the best topic of conversation for the rest of their lives... Pu Tong was thinking about it while working very seriously.

After a while, a satisfied smile appeared on Pu Tang's face. He reached into his waist pocket with his right hand, was stunned for a moment, reached into his arms, was stunned again, and after repeating it once, he was completely stunned.

"Oh my god, what should I use to wipe my butt? Oh, I'll just find some grass." Pu Tong gritted his teeth and muttered to himself, while reaching out his hand to grope on the ground. He was wearing thin leather armor and pants, so he couldn't take off the leather armor and pull out the clothes inside to wipe his butt...

Pu Tong's heart slowly sank. He was squatting at an artillery position. The stones were piled neatly and the ground was compacted by the soldiers. Where was the grass? There was a chance that he could dig out a few stones, but would it be possible?

Pu Tong cursed and worried as he continued to scratch. If he couldn't scratch the area with his right hand, he would switch hands.

Sure enough, his left hand was luckier. As soon as he stretched out his hand and scratched the ground twice, Pu Tong touched a piece of straw rope. After grabbing it and rubbing it twice, Pu Tong breathed a sigh of relief.

"This is it, it's better than stones." Pu Tong muttered as he grabbed the piece of straw rope and pulled it.

Eh? What is it attached to? Pu Tong started to wonder again, because the rope slipped out of his hand. He quickly found the rope again and pulled it hard, thinking, I don't care what it is attached to, I'll just pull it over and wipe it first.

As soon as this thought came to his mind, Pu Tong saw a huge burst of fire suddenly appearing a few steps to the left of his body - "Boom!" Pu Tong shuddered all over and sat down on the ground. Oh, no...

Just a moment later, shouts of "Enemy attack!" and the beating of gongs and drums for warning rang out in the Putong camp...

“Who the hell is yelling?!” Pu Tong was so angry that he almost fainted. Then, he heard a faint shouting voice coming from behind him...

…

Hartla sat behind the desk with a cold look in his eyes: "Gatling, is this your night raid? You didn't even touch the enemy's fence, and yet you lost thousands of people?! Gatling, the enemy only fired one shot from beginning to end!"

Gatlin knelt on the ground, his head and body covered with mud, and a large bloody patch on his left arm. He did not raise his head, firstly because he did not dare to look at Hatra, and secondly because he did not want to see the deputy generals around him - they all had gloating expressions since Gatlin came in.

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"Your Highness, I really don't understand how the enemy discovered us." Gatlin was still scared when he thought about it now. He and his men clearly did not move, but the enemy suddenly fired a cannon, which landed more than ten steps away from him. If there had not been a small mound there to block it, he might have died there.

"Need I say more? You must be too rash." A deputy general interrupted.

"Shut up!" Hatra slammed the table with his hand, and the deputy general quickly stepped aside and dared not say another word.

"Tell me, what's going on?" Hartra's eyes fell on Gatlin again.

"Your Highness, the enemy's front trench is not a trench, but a pit. No, no, no, it's not a pit. It...it..." Gatling was not good at speaking to begin with, and he became more and more anxious as he spoke, making it even more difficult for him to explain himself.

"Don't be anxious, take your time." Hartla sighed. Seeing Gatlin so anxious, his anger subsided a lot.

After calming down, Gatlin sorted out his words and finally explained the trench clearly - it really couldn't be considered a trench, because a normal trench is not that deep or that wide...

"At that time, I thought that since we had been discovered by the enemy, we might as well charge forward. The enemy camp would be in chaos for a while anyway. Taking advantage of this short period of time, I led my brothers to rush to the fence and threw fire and thunder bombs inside. Then I asked everyone to light torches and rush forward..."

"…The trench was really wide, built like a moat. Although I was injured, it was on my arm, not my leg, so it didn't affect my running or jumping. I didn't pay attention to it, and I tried to jump, but I couldn't jump over it…"

"...The trench was ridiculously deep. I almost fell and passed out. Many brothers even broke their legs. After I stood up, I quickly felt around. Goddess Luo, the tip of the torch I was holding couldn't even reach the edge. If it weren't for a few brothers who let me step on their backs to push me up, Your Highness, we wouldn't be able to come back."

"The enemy soldiers were too brutal. They kept shouting and throwing arrows and stones into the trenches, but they didn't rush towards us. I knew it was bad. If they kept going like this, not only would we not be able to rescue our brothers in the trenches, but those around us would also be killed. So...so I ordered a retreat."

After listening to this, Hatra was silent for a while, waved his hand and sighed: "Everyone has heard it, the enemy's defense is varied and well prepared. Our army should hold on and buy time for the empire."

The generals quickly agreed, and another general came out to ask, "Your Highness, the riverbed is about to dry up, and the residents in the city are worried about the water shortage. They have to queue up all day to fetch water and store water, which has affected the use of the military camp. I would like to ask Your Highness for your advice, what should we do?"

"Requisition half of the city's wells for military use, and leave the other half for residents." Hatra frowned. "The fortifications of the moat must be repaired and strengthened. It is the first line of defense for the city. It is better to stop the enemy there than to let them rush directly to the city."

"Yes, sir!" All the generals responded in unison...

…

At noon that day, Helen had just put down the memorials she had finished reading and was hesitating whether to take a short rest or go for a walk in the garden to relax, when the lady-in-waiting came hurriedly to report that the Duke of Childs wanted to see her.

"See you." Helen nodded. It had been a few days since she was assigned to do the task for Childe, and by rights, there should have been some progress.

After a while, Childe came to Helen with a face full of shame, bowed to her according to the etiquette, and without waiting for Helen to ask any questions, he began to pour out his grievances.

As she listened, Helen's face gradually turned grim...