To keep it secret, the Saxon military used huge rocks to fill the intersection at both ends of the canyon and closed it.

According to the information provided by Rajesh, Prisoner Cavalry led the cavalry to blow up the sealing stone in the north and lead the troops into the canyon. Although the road is not easy to walk, it is nothing in terms of the endurance and agility of the northern war horses. Moreover, the "Temple Mercenary Group" sent people to head south along the high places at both ends of the canyon in advance, and no ambush was found.

Zhuochi was not in a hurry to attack. He ordered the soldiers to rest according to their organizational units. The engineers set up artillery positions in hidden locations, collected fuel such as firewood nearby, boiled some broth, and let the soldiers eat a meal with dry food.

Marquis Brackbarn issued an order to enter the trenches last night. This was based on evidence: yesterday at noon, he saw on the construction site that the trench had already taken shape. Although the depth was not enough, it was enough in terms of length and width.

The city of London is very large, because there are no walls that lead to complicated housing outside the periphery. It takes a lot of time to go around the city inside and outside. In the view of Marquis Brackbarn, the most important part of the fortifications is the north, so yesterday's inspection was mainly based on the city's north line.

He had only one person, and he was unable to do anything. The supervision of defense engineering on the east, west and south could only be left to the people below.

Just as Marquis Brackbarn issued combat orders and the entire kingdom headquarters was shrouded in tension, the ashen minister of finance strode into the Marquis' office and glared at Brackbarn and a group of senior officers who were surrounding the map.

"Is this what you call fairness?" Laurent was furious and threw a blood-stained dirty cloth into his hand onto the table.

The combat plan has been issued and the orders that should be issued have been completed. The Marquis was puzzled by the Minister of Finance's actions. He frowned and waved, signaling the officers to go down and act according to the instructions. When the door was closed and there were only two people left in the room, the Marquis asked seriously: "What happened?"

The Chancellor's eyes were filled with blood. He raised his hand to point at the Marquis and roared in a low voice: "You promised to give them a sumptuous lunch to offset the rewards of forced labor. You... you liar. I am so naive that I believe your lies."

Marquis Brackbarn was stunned, his face immediately became ugly: "Tell me clearly, what's wrong?"

Laurenter roared: "Stop pretending, don't tell me you don't know anything."

"I don't understand what you are talking about at all." The Marquis was also angry: "I have been busy yesterday until now. The Giant Pioneer Army has arrived too quickly. Yesterday afternoon, the scouts heard news that I have been staying here to arrange a combat plan... What do you want to say?"

The Chancellor's anger faded partly, and he still had doubts in his eyes: "You really don't know?"

"Tell me, what's going on?" Marquis Brackbarn felt a bad premonition in his heart.

"Your men deducted food." The Chancellor of the Finance Department said what he learned and gritted his teeth: "White bread was replaced with black bread, butter was reduced by half? Two-thirds of the eggs were deducted? They used cabbage and onions to offset the insufficient part. Finally, they were bacon and sausage... They swallowed it directly and didn't give it up, and there were only a few meatless bones in the soup."

Marquis Brackbarn's face was full of shock: "What did you say? This...is it true?"

"Ask your quarantine officers! They know very well what they did." Laurent's eyes flashed with hatred. His eyes then turned to the blood-stained dirty cloth on the table: "The whistleblower was killed by them? I learned the news from other sources... In fact, it is no longer a secret. It was already in the civilian area last night, and many people were dissatisfied with the special supply of the North Line? I guess Earl Commer will come to you soon, he is the same as me? They are all talking about the same thing."

Marquis Brackbarn felt a black look in front of him? He took two steps back and fell heavily on the chair.

As the military minister of the kingdom, he knew very well what consequences would be caused by "unfair rewards and punishments". If it were normal, he would have many ways to suppress things. However, now it is different. There are tens of thousands of brave and warlike northern giants outside the city who are eyeing them? They may launch an attack at any time.

"... Check!" The Marquis squeezed out the back from his teeth and said: "These bastards who dare to embezzle military supplies must be severely punished!"

"Punishment?" The Minister of Finance shook his head slowly. His expression became a little sad. He raised his head to look at the Marquis, his eyes very complicated: "Is there any meaning to say such words now?"

"It's a special time, and things are spreading very quickly. Those who get the whole lunch under your supervision are happy? They are also satisfied. They have been talking about this since they returned yesterday, and it spreads quickly among the civilians. Is the difference between white bread and black bread so big? Almost everyone is talking about it."

Marquis Brackbarn felt a burst of fatigue coming, so he didn't even have the strength to stand up? He had to hold his hands on the chair and barely keep sitting upright.

He knew exactly what this meant.

There will be big problems with unrelated distribution. It would be fine if it was normal? At worst, let the police headquarters send people to maintain order? Forced to suppress things. But now it is different? The army of the northern giant is outside the city, and the army with a lack of weapons is extremely small. If it does not receive support from the people in the city, the so-called "Capital Defense War" cannot be fought at all. Instead of staying here to lose troops in vain, it is better to leave early now.

This is just a thought that flashes through my mind.

"I'll give you a squadron, and you'll be responsible for this matter." Marquis Brackbarn quickly clarified his thoughts, and his eyes released a fierce look: "Catch it if it should be, kill it if it should be. I need a safe and stable rear, so that I can't go wrong."

The worry on the Chancellor's face slowed down slightly with the Marquis' words. He subconsciously... or hesitated, nodding, and his heart was mixed with relief and worry. The former was because the Marquis' attitude and handling method were the same as before, which gave Laurent hope; the latter came from some of his own thoughts.

"...Buck, this matter is not as simple as you think." After thinking for a few seconds, the Chancellor of the Finance Department called out his long-lost friend's nickname: "If it is just ordinary greedy materials, you can deal with it as much as you want. The problem is... people from the royal family are also involved."

"Who?" Brack Barn asked bluntly.

"The son of Duke Weimerson." Laurent said seriously: "I have checked that many things are related to him, and I suspect that he is the one who is behind the scenes."

Brack Barn opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word.

Duke Weimerson was the uncle of King George, a cautious and well-known nobleman.

Countless examples have long proved that a good person may not necessarily have a good son. This sentence is most appropriate for Duke Weimerson. Although the old man has noble character and respected people, his son... especially the eldest son, is simply a guy who does everything evil. He has a lot of bad deeds and has participated in almost all the sins in the world, so that people are reluctant to mention this guy's name, and they use "that bastard" or "son of the duke" as synonyms.

Duke Weimerson is old and cannot even walk on the road. He has been alive for a few years. But it is undeniable that he made great contributions to the Saxon Kingdom when he was young and made outstanding contributions. For the sake of this respectable old man, King George issued a "private order" among his important officials: No one is allowed to touch his son before Duke Weimerson's death. Whether it is liquidation or accountability, everything will be discussed after the old man dies.

The reason why the kingdom police chief Earl Commer was full of complaints and felt sad about the situation in the capital and kingdom was partly because of "that bastard". In fact, the aristocratic criminal group represented by the son of Duke Weimerson is becoming larger and larger. They believe that the reason why this country is now is because their ancestors have made merits and were injured on the battlefield. These young nobles later ran rampant, took care of each other, coveted the high positions in the court, and were even more dissatisfied with the situation where the king was controlled by the important officials.

There was a proverb in the ancient times of the distant Saxon: The son of a fisherman could ride a boat, and the son of a general could ride a horse. This is similar to the ancient Chinese "The dragon gives birth to a dragon, the phoenix gives birth to a phoenix, and the son of a mouse can dig holes."

The Duke's Son is certainly not a little hooligan in the slums. He has a significant difference between levels and insights in terms of violent thinking and conspiracy.

A nobleman, especially a nobleman with a good family background, will not act brainlessly that self-destructs his foundation at critical moments, even if he has no vision, no matter how evil or domineering his power.

Take a step back, even if he is a madman who is unforgivable, there are others around him who will judge the situation and stop it.

A simple reminder from the Chancellor of the Exchequer made Marquis Brackbarn think a lot in an instant. He felt a cold sensation on his back, and cold sweat soaked his shirt in the leather armor: "...you mean, do they have other ideas?"

"They" refer to those people headed by the son of the Duke.

Laurent did not give an accurate reply directly. He licked his dry lips and hesitated: "They don't like you, nor do they like me. They have always believed that we control the military and financial power of the Kingdom. Even the Holy Lord cannot guess what everyone is thinking. I can only analyze according to normal logic: they want to achieve the goal they have always wanted with this war and get us down."

Just as the two of them were silently falling into thinking, they suddenly heard a muffled sound with a slight vibration coming from a distance.

Then the door was pushed open from outside, and the adjutant in leather armor and uniform ran in. He saluted the Marquis, panting with anxiety on his face: "Report, the northern giant fired."

...

The storm divided the artillery into two groups. The main target of the first phase of the shelling was the towers outside London. These warning towers were disrepaired and were intensified under the order of Marquis Brackbarn, but they could not stop the powerful shells. Under the guidance of artillery observers, after three rounds of volleys, there was no building above the surface of the outer position leading to London in the north.

Zhuochi was not busy sending infantry, so he ordered the replacement of shells, and asked the second group of artillery to adjust the elevation angle of the muzzle and include the entire city in the shooting range.

When Marquis Brackbarn and Earl Laurenter ran out of the room, they heard a sharp whistling sound from the air. Then they saw the buildings in the distance covered by huge explosions and flames, thick black smoke rose and the flames quickly ignited.

Chemical phosphorus production requires a strict sealing process. Tianhao proposed the concept of "incendiary bombs" and according to his own experience, he drew an internal infrastructure diagram of such bombs in the civilized era. Researchers from the Ministry of Science and Technology conducted multiple experiments and finally determined to purify fuel and various substances, as well as pressing into part of white phosphorus under a sealed environment, and developed the first batch of special shells based on gasoline incendiary bombs.

Three rounds of artillery bombs, one hundred and twenty white phosphorus incendiary bombs fell into the city, immediately releasing huge power.

All wooden buildings within the explosion range were ignited, and this terrible flame could continue to burn even if it was stuck to the surface of the stone. The high temperature and fire caused everyone in the explosion circle to be ignited. Those who were killed on the spot were undoubtedly lucky and were not tortured by pain. Thousands of people screamed in the fire. They ran desperately, slapped the flames on their bodies, and lying on the ground and rolled back and forth, but to no avail. The blazing flames seemed to hold them tightly, and their clothes were burned out quickly, and their skin turned from roasted yellow to carbon black. Fierce activities such as running exacerbated the cracks. The dying screamed at the top of their lungs, watching the skin at arms, thighs, chests, abdomen and other places fell off, revealing pink muscle tissue that emitted a trace of steam and was half-cooked.

The Minister of Finance, who witnessed all this, looked like a mortal face. He stood there trembling: "Extinguish the fire... hurry up and organize people to put out the fire."

This was the only thought in his mind.

Marquis Brackbarn responded faster and considered more questions. He issued a series of orders nervously and urgently.

"Order the police headquarters to send people to maintain order immediately and put out the fire as soon as possible. Also, send people to inform the royal guards to protect the king into the underground secret room."

"What the hell are the troops outside the city doing? I have to pass on the orders to make them attack the giant's position."

"Send additional messengers and ask when will the reinforcements from the south arrive?"

While speaking, he turned around and returned to the house. By the time he came out, the Marquis had already added a beautifully crafted mesh gun in his hand.

Laurenter looked at him with admiration: "You want to go into battle yourself?"

"My family and I have been serving the king." Marquis Brackbarn's face was full of ferociousness. He skillfully checked the gun in his hand, and said while loading gunpowder: "I am a Saxon, this is my country and my city. When facing a strong enemy, I can only fight to the death."
Chapter completed!