[Infrastructure] Rose kissed Barcelona

1874年9月13日,05:57，巴塞罗那。

The sound of gunfire suddenly broke the silence of the morning after the rain.

Cannonballs made a sharp whistling sound, and flew from the garrison on the edge of the city to the buildings on the edge of the city one after another, stirring up a large cloud of thick dust and smoke.

"Blow up this row of houses and drive in!"

The order was clearly conveyed to the commander of the storming force.

Last night, the storm raged almost all night and didn't stop until dawn.

The rain was very unfavorable to the attacking side, and the army did not receive the siege order until the rain stopped.

"receive."

Before the dust and smoke spread to this side, the officer looked up at the sky.

The torrential rain seems to have swallowed up the dense clouds that covered the entire sky last night.

At this time, the entire sky beside the Mediterranean Sea was unobstructed, like a huge void.The sun lurks in unknown corners, coveting the world.

The weather is so abnormal.

Not a good sign.he thought sullenly.

"...Damn."

As the smoke gradually dissipated, everyone's eyes widened in disbelief.

"What the hell is going on with these broken buildings?!"

This is their heavy artillery!

Less than 100 meters away!

If it was a normal house, it would have been bombed down long ago, right?

...But after the sweeping bombing just now, they only lost a little bit of the wall.

"Aim at the white building at one o'clock." The officer put out the cigarette butt in his hand, his face became more gloomy, "the middle of the second floor."

The cannon barrel aimed at the same point, and there was another chaotic sound of gunfire.

The soldiers of the Carlos army were full of energy.

This is the beginning of the siege. They must first blow up the buildings with artillery fire to clear the field, and then step on the enemy's corpses and drive into the city.

After the deafening sound of gunfire, the smoke took a longer time to dissipate.

Everyone couldn't help swearing.

——The white building didn't move at all, only an opening was opened at the place where the artillery fire was most intensively aimed.

Comes into view with the peeling skin above, like a mocking mouth.

"What's the matter with the first team?! The plane is late, hurry into the city!" The impatient roar from the telegraph at the dispatching station was quickly conveyed to the officer's ears.

"The artillery fire is ineffective, change the strategy." The officer finally stood up and raised the gun at his waist, "The team listened to the order and groped forward."

His Majesty's order is very clear.

Today we will enter the city, occupy the town hall, and plant the cross of Burgundy on that ostentatious building.

Who would have thought it would be a bad start.

Cannon fire can't break down these damn buildings, so the soldiers' flesh and blood can only be used to open the way.

"set off!"

The soldiers who were about to enter the street battle clenched their guns | and formed a formation to quickly enter the city.

The sun burst out of the blindingly white horizon like a burning fireball.

The surrounding area was eerily quiet, except for the mirror-like puddles reflecting the dazzling sunlight from all directions.

They quickly passed the cursed white building.

The cold wind passed through the newly vented cavity, making a distorted whimper.

A soldier suddenly cursed in a low voice: "Damn! Is this the building of the heathen? Look, there are devil's bones in the walls!"

Everyone couldn't help but glanced at it.

A strange feeling emerged spontaneously—the twisted metal strips were exposed from the gray-white wall that was blasted away, as if the soul of a ferocious giant was trapped in the building, which was creepy.

Is this city the site of a pagan curse?

"Guys, don't you think...it's too quiet here too."

Another murmured, "It's like the city is fucking dead."

It was too quiet indeed. ?

It's not like there are any living people at all.

The high and low buildings around were dead silent, and coupled with the unpleasant association of skeletons in the walls just now, it immediately made people feel that the city was like countless giants with their heads bowed, and countless eyes staring at them as they moved forward.

This is so different from what they expected.

According to the experience of attacking cities in the past, thanks to His Majesty Carlos's exquisite tactical layout, once a city like this is suddenly cut off from the communication to the outside world, and then destroys the water and power supply, it will soon fall into complete chaos.

At this time, people should be frantically robbing food, broken glass and trampled shoes are all over the street, and after the artillery fire sweeps over, there are hideous corpses everywhere.

It's not like this, as if there is no one.

What's more, Barcelona has just experienced a major plague——

Wait, can it be said that after the plague, everyone died?

The cold wind in the early morning after the late autumn rain blew through the empty half-open windows of the buildings, making a sharp whining sound.

The little soldier who cursed just now couldn't help shivering, and looked to the side: "I don't know if you have this feeling... I, I feel that something is approaching... Is it the ghosts who died of illness?"

"Shut up." The officer said harshly.

These words sound chilling.

"Sir! Seriously... I think it's a fucking game of hide and seek."

He didn't dare to say it—he had an inexplicable feeling that they were the ones who should hide.

"Hide-and-seek is not your life, idiot."

"Crack!"

There was a sudden crisp sound from behind, which made people tremble.

The officer finally couldn't take it anymore.

He turned back angrily and growled, "Can you be more fucking careful?"

Behind him, the soldiers looked at each other in dismay: "Report sir, no... no one moved."

Time suddenly froze for a moment.

An ominous premonition suddenly struck.

"Conceal! Disperse and conceal!" the officer shouted hoarsely.

Whoosh!Whoosh!bang bang bang!

As if making an appointment, countless silver shiny objects flew from all directions at the same time.

The soldiers were stunned by this turn of events.Immediately someone couldn't help but opened fire.

boom!

Amidst the sound of sharp objects shattering one after another, a raging fire suddenly rose around them.

The scorching heat wave exploded, and the gunshots rang out.

Something hot and sticky splashed on the officer's face.

"Sir! Sir! We are disconnected from the rear team!"

shouted the soldier at the end of the line.

"Raise your head and attack! The enemy is above!"

They are completely within the fire coverage of high-rise buildings, like scurrying ants being scalded by children with boiling water.

The officer struggled to look up.

All around the street, the glass on all sides of the tall buildings shone with dazzling reflections.

The overly intense gaze burned his eyes for an instant, and he suddenly fell into darkness.

The last image on the retina is the dazzling sun under the sky entangled by countless mirror reflections.

Like countless eyes staring coldly at the earth.

……

"The vanguard troops that entered the city were wiped out?"

The man wearing the crown stuttered every word, every word seemed to be chewing the flesh and blood of the enemy.

"Yes, Your Majesty..."

The messenger bowed deeply, trembling at the end of the sentence.

This His Majesty has a volatile temper and can do crazy things when he is angry.

But who knew how a house in Barcelona could be so damn strong.If street fighting had to be carried out, the siege party would inevitably make heavy sacrifices.

"And the castle of Montjuic?"

Occupying the high ground for the first time was his highest order.

"Your Majesty, the castle is condescending and suppressed by artillery fire. Our heavy artillery has not yet arrived, and the attack is too difficult..."

"A bunch of trash!"

Carlos suddenly grabbed the gun on the table, and with a "bang" - it shattered the gold leaf porcelain plate hanging on the wall.

Damn Barcelona.

After that bastard Carlos came to the throne, his troubles continued to increase.

First, the unseemly guys in the south were beaten and ran away, and later, even his base camp in the north began to be popular.

Since then, he has considered moving to a more permanent position.

It must be a large city with developed industry and strong strength.

——such as Zaragoza in the central part, or Barcelona on the northeast coast.

Capturing Zaragoza was easier than he had imagined, but it was also a disappointment.

The city is inland on all sides, easy to attack and difficult to defend, and the traffic is very inconvenient.

It is far inferior to Barcelona, ​​which is backed by the Mediterranean Sea.

It was at this time that God sent him good news.

Cholera broke out in Barcelona!

Carlos, who was still a little hesitant, immediately made a decision.

This is God's will, and it is absolutely impossible to wait for a second time.

Barcelona is the coronation city God prepared for him.

Although the South suffered a military defeat, it was only temporary.

He has a wealth of war experience and a deep understanding of the most fatal weakness of a big city like Barcelona.

concentrated.

Everything is concentrated - buildings, population, and all necessary resources for life.

Because of concentration, the big cities in peacetime can keep the stupidest people alive.

However, once the war comes, this huge network of countless chains can easily twist the most critical chains, and then quickly collapse.

Seize the moment of debilitating and chaotic post-plague cities.

Destroy infrastructure and cause urban unrest.

Taking advantage of the chaos, they quickly occupied the high ground and immediately used force to frighten the residents.

Then he would be king of the north, at least based on Barcelona, ​​against the royal family of Madrid in the south.

But he didn't even expect that Barcelona was so different from what he imagined.

He didn't expect that the first wave of fierce attack would cause heavy losses to his side.

Now, Alfonso has noticed the abnormality in Barcelona and is quickly sending troops north.

Before the arrival of all his northern troops, he still needs to preserve his strength to deal with the supporting army in the center and Alfonso's army. At present, this offensive is simply unsustainable.

But it's fine.

In any case, it wasn't him who was most anxious.

His army was fully armed and surrounded Barcelona.

This city has become a rat in Wengzhong, and there will always be a day when it runs out of ammunition and food.

Those idiots in the city are probably still looking forward to Alfonso's army to rescue them?

They probably don't know that the current capital may not be able to protect itself.

"Do you think I can let you save Barcelona so easily, Alfonso?" Carlos raised his lips sullenly.

He walked to the tall window and looked at the city in the distance where the cannons were ringing.

Look at the azure Mediterranean.

Look at that lovely city.

This is the city he will rule in the future. If it is in ruins, it will have no value in occupying it.

Look at that beauty.

It should be in his hands, being torn apart bit by bit.

……

"Madrid attacked?!"

The telegram received after traveling through several cities was like a thunderbolt in the clear sky.

Originally, the king had personally led his troops north to rescue Barcelona, ​​but the troops who had fled into Portugal took advantage of the situation and surrounded Madrid in a blink of an eye.

There is no way, the army can only retreat quickly to rescue the capital.

"No wonder." Ada gritted her teeth, "That bastard is fine!"

In the blink of an eye, the offensive and defensive battle has lasted for more than two weeks.

Barcelona and the castle of Montjuic survived the initial onslaught, and the subsequent offensive remained in a tepid state.

This kind of attack seems to be just to intercept Barcelona's connection with the outside world, waiting leisurely for it to be unable to sustain itself.

At the end of September, the Interim Command in Barcelona received the sad news sent to them by Prime Minister Castillo.

In the short term, the Royal Army may not be able to go north, and Barcelona needs to hold on for a while.

"Then what should we do?" Someone asked worriedly.

"I can only persevere, what else can I do." Joey sighed.

"Carlos' current performance, I think there are only two possibilities." Ada said.

"Either he's short of ammo, save it."

"Either he is short of people, or he may have to deal with reinforcements from other places, so he can't concentrate on fighting us."

"Well. I hope he lacks brains." Joey muttered.

Fortunately, the residents of Barcelona have survived the initial chaos, and the rest is not a problem.

They just need to overcome increasingly difficult conditions.

After the first few days, Joey quickly organized a geological survey and dug a new well.

Winter is approaching, and Barcelona is also ushering in the rainy season.The surrounding buildings are scattered with rainwater collection devices.Under today's technical conditions, using this water is much more reliable than desalinating seawater.

Winter is coming soon, and children who are unable to engage in force or heavy physical labor are also arranged to collect firewood and prepare fuel.

It now appears that these moves have laid the foundation for a protracted war.

Although many resources have been cut off, the city is still operating in an orderly manner, and even the panic has faded a lot.

Even Joey began to admire the people of this city from the bottom of his heart.

Barcelona, ​​despite their proximity to their northern neighbors, never surrendered as easily as they did.

The city has been defeated, but never surrendered.

"Your Highness, more than a dozen scholars from the School of Medicine have presented you with a letter concerning concerns about the outbreak of scurvy in the city." The secretary sent a letter.

"...Scurvy?" Joey gave him a strange look.

Isn't that a condition of vitamin C deficiency?

"Yes. Although the granary can supply food for a period of time, the fresh vegetables and fruits in Barcelona are now out of supply, and there is almost no way to replenish them."

"Experts say that although the outbreak of scurvy is estimated to take some time, there are already children showing symptoms of bleeding gums, and the incidence of colds has also increased. I heard that the war may last for several months. People need to advance be prepared."

These are the early symptoms of vitamin C deficiency.The horror records of scurvy in history have left a heavy psychological shadow on people, and they are extremely sensitive to it.

But now people have limited conditions and cannot eat lemons and oranges from Valencia.

"This should be easy to solve. Although it is isolated from the suburbs, the city is not without soil. There are still many people who have not been fully mobilized. You can let them grow some vegetables."

It's all war, and it's time for the lush ornamental flowers in the city to give way to vegetables.

"Growing vegetables?" the secretary repeated blankly, "but the farmers are all outside the encirclement...?"

"..." Joey asked casually, "Don't people in the city know how to grow vegetables?"

Get a flower pot to water it, and some don't even use soil.

Isn't this the gift of being human?

"Hmm..." The secretary carefully looked at her expression, guessing the meaning of this magical Highness who seems to know everything, "Your Highness, maybe, you can teach us..."

Joey: "..."

very good.The talent of growing vegetables is indeed...probably not possessed by all ethnic groups.

It never occurred to her that she, who once led the city towards industrialization, would one day teach people to grow vegetables.

The author has something to say: Thanks to the little angel of Shuiyan for the landmine, thanks to Dongguo Youer, Jiuxian, Zaixing, Hanging the quilt and laying the floor, Yaya's Yaya for the nutrient solution!