Durin's Diary

Chapter 774 Under the Moon
Durin led Wellington through the blocks and up the stairs. Finally, he and Wellington first used water walking to cross the wide moat, and then used spider climbing to walk up the city wall.

This city is really high.

Eleven was inspired.

Du Lin agreed with this deeply. He had thought a ten-meter-high city wall was outrageous. Who would have thought that in a world with wizards, a twenty-meter city wall would be the standard. The lower the city wall, the more confident the ruler was in his own military power.

A metropolis like Copenhagen has no city walls because it is on a big island. If the enemy does not solve the problem of landing, the city walls are useless. If the enemy succeeds in landing, it means everything is over - no matter how high your city walls are, facing the enemy fleet, they are just a target to be beaten.

The defense system of this Western European-style castle is the pinnacle of military engineering in the era of cold weapons. Look at this castle, its design combines geographical strategy, architectural mechanics and war wisdom.

Although Daju is a medical AI, he can also see the effectiveness of this castle - when Durin climbed up the city wall, the castle showed its clear outline as it rose higher, and he could clearly see the moat and bastions surrounding it - this area was the front line with the Northern Kingdom for decades. Let alone the bastions, if someone said that the top of the big tower in the middle of the castle could hold a large catapult, Durin would believe it.

Durin walked up to the battlement and looked at the moat below. The river water shone coldly in the moonlight, reflecting the 15-meter-high jagged city wall. The smooth surface of the rocks had been specially polished, making any enemy who tried to climb feel despair just by looking at it.

Just filling the moat would require countless sacrifices. In an era without artillery, attacking such a castle would be too painful for the attackers.

Even the city gate not far away - as the most vulnerable point of defense and the lowest in that section, is actually a death trap.

The five-meter-long drawbridge was operated by an iron chain winch, forming an insurmountable gap when retracted; even if the attackers broke through the outer gate, they would be trapped in the courtyard of the city wall, and the arrow slits around it would also expose their position. In an instant, a rain of arrows and burning asphalt poured down, sending those careless attackers to their death.

The battlements on the top of the city wall are only on the outside side, and the battlements facing the inside are empty. If the attackers use the city wall on the siege tower, they will face shooting from archers on all levels of the inner castle - heavy foot-operated crossbows and crossbows on the inner castle wall will be the attackers' eternal nightmare, and the crossbows with iron shields cannot be penetrated by ordinary rockets unless there is a magic attack.

On the other side of the city gate, the spiral stone steps half-open on the inner wall were deliberately designed to rotate clockwise, forcing attackers holding right swords to expose fatal gaps at every corner.

If the attackers want to attack from top to bottom, the exposed space inside will make them targets for crossbowmen.

In an era when siege tactics were prevalent, these defensive installations and defensive strategies created a hellish defense that would bring pain to any attacker. The Normandy-style double walls trapped enemy forces that breached the outer perimeter in a more deadly second round of fire, while the vertically distributed firing slits accommodated the evolution from crossbows to early firearms. The castle's cellars, stocked with cured meats and grain, could sustain a siege of six months or even longer, while wells a hundred meters deep ensured a constant water supply.

It was not until the advent of artillery that the era of bastion dominance ended. When Dühring invented the new artillery, no rustic noble would engage in large-scale construction anymore.

After all, from a cost perspective, dozens of artillery shells can bring down a castle that a noble has spent a hundred years to build. No one is willing to waste the gold coins in each other's pockets.

As for the wars of the new era—since the war in the Great Woods, anyone with eyes would understand that times have truly changed.

At least in front of the artillery of Duke Durin, the castle is really not enough.

· Du Lin, there is indeed a problem at the top of high-rise buildings. The virus content in the air here is several times higher than that on the ground.

Daju has already sensed the problem.

And Eleven is responsible for complaining.

I don't think that guy is going to build a giant crucible.

Although Du Lin didn't want to admit it, he thought that a crucible was a crucible. At least it was much better than other messy things. Indeed, if there was a shelf on top of it with a hook on it, it would be very funny.

Eleven said so.

What's this meme?

Daju asked.

A meme about a game. I'm afraid no one remembers that game anymore. Our AI played it when it was still being trained. It was a very interesting one-on-four game. The best player at that time was Laojiu, and I don't know where he is now.

Eleven was very sad.

And Durin walked up the wall - there was probably something on it, which looked quite powerful. Durin asked Wellington to go back and report the news - if this old guy went up, he might be controlled by someone, and then he might even be hit by Durin's knife, so it would be better to let him go.

Go up the tower.

Du Lin saw a hunched figure with his back to Du Lin, stirring a huge crucible with a huge metal spoon.

I said there was something wrong with that kick just now. Was that your clone?

Du Lin asked.

Hearing this, the figure lifted his hood and turned around.

The Withered Lord's body was now hunched over, with a single horn on his head. His withered bamboo-like frame was covered in skin, devoid of any muscle. Like parchment crumpled by time, its dark brown folds were embedded with dried blood scabs, and each line resembled a crack on weathered rock. When it raised its withered branch-like arms,
He touched Du Lin's chest, and as he moved, under his raised right hand, half-rotten dark purple tendons were wriggling on his ribs, and countless maggots were swimming in the gaps of the corpse shroud.

Salute to you, Your Excellency Durin Elsh. Seeing you like this reminds me of the time when I followed my mother. At that time, those little candle dragons proudly followed Director Sun. Compared to them, we were like disabled children who could only follow our mother Noggle.

I've heard your story. Your mother is jealous of Director Sun and feels she's unfit to be the director of the research center.

Du Lin stood on the parapet.

Oh, that's all in the past. The ending has long been revealed to everyone. Mother has become eternal, and the Director Sun you mentioned is just a pile of bones in the research center, a bound undead spirit.

Du Lin waved his hand, and the clouds seemed to part and the sun came out. The two moons, Terra Eleven and the Research Center, which had been shining on the ecosystem with two moons for a long time, lit up the entire city at this moment.

Director Sun died for the future of this land, and your mother compromised for her own selfish desires. The so-called god is worse than a dead person.

Du Lin drew his sword when he said this.

Your mother is really not worthy of you children.

(End of this chapter)