Are these guys human beings or ghosts?

Where did it come from?

Didn't the lord of the castle and the general lead a large army out to sweep up?

Those monkey-like mountain people should be killed!

The leader of the tower guard squadron was full of doubts, and couldn't help but kick his own soldiers again, but these soldiers were not as high as him, and the people in his squadron were not full, and they were only seventeen or eighteen when they were full, and two-thirds of them were indiscriminate slave soldiers, and these guys were half-fed all day long.

Even in broad daylight, it was lifeless, two people couldn't be used by one person, and they didn't have to be expected to be efficient at all, and the squadron leader of the tower guard who was in a hurry was angry, eager to cut down two on the spot.

"Knock! knock!"

The violent sound of slamming the door made the hair on the back of the head of the tower guard squadron stand on end, the speed of the opponent's attack on the city was too fast, and in just a few tens of seconds, this section of the city wall completely fell.

No matter how lax their defense was, there would be at least seven or eight guards on this section of the wall, and there was one knight among them, and they didn't even form a serious resistance.

"Block the door, block the door, block the door. The leader of the tower guard squadron shouted hoarsely, and he didn't have time to move anything else, he directly pushed against the door, he didn't notice that his voice was distorted, and there was a deep fear inside.

This fear is not only the fear of facing danger, but also because it has not yet figured out who his enemy is, and this uncertainty further amplifies the negative emotions in his heart.

"Zheng...... Zheng ......"

"Ah...... Ah......h

Screams and bowstrings rang out, and by the time the Tower Guard squadron leader turned back, nearly half of his men had fallen.

In the panic, they forgot that there was not only one entrance to the tower, but also a staircase on the top floor, and the curtain wall seven or eight meters high was useless to each other, let alone a tower that was only four or five meters higher than the curtain wall.

"Andes Mountain Folk Hunter. ”

The leader of the tower guard squadron finally saw the appearance of the other party clearly by the light of the fire, it was not a ghost, it was an extremely authentic Andes mountain people's face, and a very young face, using an ordinary Andes hunting bow.

The squadron leader of the tower guard guard usually dismisses this kind of bow, always thinking that this kind of soft little bow is not much use on the battlefield, but now it has become a real killing weapon, he didn't react much at all, and was nailed to death behind the door by the hunting bow he despised.

The gate of the tower that lost its obstruction was also kicked open, and the people outside rushed in with a roar, "Don't waste time, leave three people to occupy the commanding heights and carry out remote cover, and the others will quickly gather at the city tower to cover the other brothers to open the city gate." ”

"Understood. ”

Like the previous Andes mountain people, these Andes mountain people who rushed in were also very young, and they cooperated with each other tacitly, without dragging mud and water, and rushed in like a whirlwind, and washed away like a whirlwind, and the entire tower was attacked and defended for no more than three minutes.

This did not happen just one corner, but spread over most of the Bastille walls.

Kleist found himself a headless fly, and when he reached the place where the alarm came, all he was left with was the corpses of the Bastille soldiers in one place, and if it weren't for the occasional interspersed with the faces of the unfamiliar Andes hill people, he would have thought that the ghosts had attacked.

Although he claims to be full of wisdom, in the face of the chaos in front of him, he will not be able to think of a good countermeasure for a while.

After running blindly for a while, I suddenly realized that the real gains and losses were not on the curtain wall and arrow tower, but at the city gate.

The number of such jumping soldiers on the other side is definitely not much, and the ultimate goal is to open the city gate and let his army in.

As long as they defend the gates, they will be invincible, and when their reinforcements arrive, these jumpers who have entered the city will become their meal.

Sure enough, the loudest fighting sound came from the city gate.

Kleist was overjoyed, which showed that the gate had not been lost, and they still had a chance, which was the only good news he had received tonight.

Not daring to stop at all, he rushed towards the city gate at the fastest speed in his life, lest this time he would be one step too late, and then he would see a dead body and an open door.

So even if he encountered several waves of enemies on the way, he didn't take the time to deal with them, and rushed over with his head down, only stabbing the throat of an enemy who couldn't open his eyes.

His sword is in the civilized stick that never leaves his body, it is a stabbing sword that is only popular among the upper class nobles, his swordsmanship is not too fancy, there is only one word "fast", so fast that people can't see his sword movements clearly.

By the time the enemy reacted, he had already put his sword into its sheath, and the only adjective he could think of was a flash of cold light, and then there was no more, and the man was dead.

The perception that the city gate is the weakest point of a castle is very wrong.

It is because he looks weak, every castle will be designed to strengthen its protection, such as urn city, broken ridge gates, suspension bridges, moats and other defensive measures, and the garrison troops are also the strongest.

This was no exception in the Bastille, where there were four towers on either side of the guard, not to mention a small barracks between the inner and outer cities, in which a hundred guards were stationed as the defenders of the gates.

This hundred-man guard is a special and independent garrison, and it will not be easily mobilized without special circumstances, and this time Old Bolton personally went on an expedition was no exception.

The city gate garrison did not live up to its elite name, when the riot on the city wall first started, the entire hundred guards were almost assembled, the city gate garrison captain Jarvis was wearing double armor, a big red cloak, short and stout like a wild boar, very consistent with his nickname "mountain boar".

However, unlike Eriksson the Bull, he is not an Odin orc, but a serious Byron.

The adjutant of the city gate garrison said worriedly: "Lord Baiwei, the curtain wall and tower are about to be lost, should we divide our troops to support?"

Jarvis, the boar, said sullenly: "Our duty is to guard the city gate, even if the entire castle is lost, as long as we guard the city gate, we will also do our duty, if other places guard it, the city gate is lost, this is our biggest dereliction of duty." ”

What kind of bullshit theory is this, if the castle is lost, we just guard a city gate and have a bird to use?

The adjutant complained in his heart, but he knew the temper of his superior, and if it sounded good, it was called admitting death, and if it was not good, there was a lack of strings in his head, and once he decided about it, even if General Erikson came in person, he couldn't change it.

In the words of the lord of the city, he is a natural defender of the city, and it is precisely because of this sentence that the bull Erickson who followed the lord of the city with him has become a general, and even some people who have mixed under him have been promoted to captains, and he is still just a captain of the hundred guards who guards the city gates.

If it were someone else, he would have complained in the face of such treatment, but this lord is good, and he has been fulfilling his duties for decades, and this is the same today.

The boar Jarvis's one-tenacious way of doing things made the rhythm of the night raiders chaotic to a certain extent, and before launching the attack, they had already made several plans, and of all the plans, this reaction in front of the city gate garrison was the most tricky.

Although the garrison of the city gate has only one hundred guards, it is a real hard bone.

Not only are each of them veterans of a hundred battles, but they also have an absolute advantage in terms of weapons and armor, even the worst one is a chain mail, and the whole body of iron armor is not small.

The dozen or so guards gathered around the boar Jarvis were all lined with chain mail like a boar, and they were covered with iron armor on the outside, throwing spears, half-handed swords, hand axes, and armed to the teeth.

The Night Raiders had all the leather armor, short swords, and hunting bows, and in order to increase the speed of climbing the wall, they had no way to carry more equipment supplies.

The most lethal in their hands is the hunting bow, but in the face of the city gate garrison, which is armed to the teeth, the hoplites are a little weak, unless they directly hit the weakest place of protection, otherwise they can only tickle them.

What's more, most of the people's quivers are already empty, and some lucky ones have captured Zhang Jun's bow and replaced it, although it is not easy, it is better than holding a short sword and a group of iron cans to fight hard, some people really can only do this, in order to hurry, they did not search for other weapons, and now it is too late to turn back.

The hesitation of the night raiders lasted only a minute, not even a minute, and then with a cry of "according to the original plan", the tide rushed up, the goal was so clear, the steps were so firm, that they would not be shaken by any obstruction, not even the seemingly impregnable garrison of the city gates.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

During the charge, the night raiders unleashed all the arrows in their hands, and although there were only a few hundred people, a small rain of arrows formed above the heads of the garrison at the city gate.

"Raise your shield. ”

All the captains, captains, and teams were shouting in unison.

Shields of all kinds appeared above the heads of the garrison at the city gate, and those without shields instinctively crouched down, curled up in a ball, and raised their hands to protect the gaps in their bodies with their armour.

Reality once again proved that both the hunting bows of the Andes mountain people and the bows of the Bastille were only as lethal to the soldiers in chain mail.

This rain of arrows was magnificent, and the results achieved were pitiful, only a few unlucky eggs had a mistake in their protection, were shot at the vital point, and died on the spot, even if the others were full of arrows, they were still alive and bounced, and they didn't even pay attention to it.