On a peaceful day, the semi-enclosed spherical casemate, shaped like the dome of the later observatory, is the most recognizable historical attraction on the quay de la Robert.

They bear witness to the glorious pioneering history of Lerobert and of Martinique as a whole, with self-confidence, self-esteem, freedom, indestructibility and invincibility.

The eight-meter-high double-deck fort is built on a four-meter-high stone platform, and is carved from the outer wall to the top layer, and the supporting frame is solid oak wood that has been dried and anti-corrosion, so that even if the stone wall is peeled off, it can resist direct artillery fire.

Its exterior is almost completely enclosed, leaving only the back fifth of the open air, facing the direction of the port, dedicated to smoke exhaust and escape.

Inside, it is equipped with the most advanced breech heavy guns from 200 years ago, with a total of six guns.

The three-ton bronze cannon was more than four meters long and equipped with a special sliding track, which was able to cover the first 30 degrees of the angle, and had a maximum range of 1.5 kilometers.

The thick muzzle could easily accommodate emaciated young men in and out, and if it was cleaned by child laborers, even the most hidden corners would not leave dirt.

Because of this easy-to-maintain design, the fort here has maintained its peak ability to meet the fire after more than 200 years.

They are the protectors of the Lerobel people, and as long as they are safe and sound, even in the current terrible situation of being besieged by the British, the Lerobel people have the courage and determination to withstand the scourge of war.

For in their opinion, the British warships could not come close to Lerobert, and as long as they held out for a while, the mighty defense fleet would rush into the bay and send the pirates with their broken ships to hell.

Long live the defense fleet! Long live Lerobert!

Convinced of victory, the Lerobel men carried guns and whispered cheers in the dull alleys, and no one could have imagined that there was a woman crawling like a spider on the fort they were proud of......

Release your left hand, move your elbow up halfway to arm's length, and drop.

Then the right foot, the right hand, the left foot, back to the left hand, and so on.

Henna uses the Worm Fighting technique, which is mainly used among male Assasins, and is one of the most extreme climbing techniques of all.

The technique itself has no superfluous name, and the technique refers to the barbs between the feet of myriapods, using bandages to fix the fine and uniform oblique front on the fingers and toes, and through slow pressing to complete a limited borrowing, supporting the body in an impossible environment to achieve the effect of silent climbing.

Because the use mode of oblique edge is to win by quantity, the technology does not have too many material requirements for the blade itself, and the tip of the knife, the needle and even the stone edge and wooden thorn in extreme environments can be competent.

But also because climbing purely relies on the power of the ten fingers, most women are limited by congenital conditions and cannot achieve technical effects at all. Henna studied systematically for her father and younger brother, but was unable to meet the minimum requirements of the Assasin standard to climb a vertical castle at a height of 20 meters.

Her physical limit is ten meters vertical, and in addition to the initial four-meter base, the angle of the ball wall has always increased proportionally, which gives her a rare possibility to reach the top.

She climbed silently on the wall, neither fast nor slow, her light and steady movements minimizing the noise, even if it was only a stone wall away, the people in the fort still did not detect the threat of the wall.

In this way, Henna climbed to the highest point of the sphere.

The strength of her limbs was almost exhausted, but she had overcome the greatest hurdle for her.

She gasped softly, stooped to loosen the bandages on her fingers and toes, faded back into her bare skin, carefully retracted the bandages into her pockets, and swapped the slings out of her pockets.

The sling is the key next.

The spire of the turret was an indispensable marker for the flagpole to which it belonged, and Henna wrapped the sling around the pole, falling down properly, and hoisted herself head-to-toe like a spider hunting to the leap on the second floor.

There are no stars and no moon, no lights and no fires, and the semi-enclosed fort forms a sudden darkness, which not only deprives Henna of the ability to see, but also hides her perfectly in the shadows, turning into an upside-down ghost.

She closed her eyes.

The ears were filled with all kinds of noisy sounds, breathing, dreaming, snoring, grinding teeth, the wind echoing in the dark room, and the very limited footsteps in between, and a thousand strange grinding.

There were sixteen people on the second floor, three were awake, thirteen were asleep, five were asleep, and only one was moving.

The discernible breathing sounds on the first floor are forty-two, four awake and two moving.

This number is basically the same as the artillery of the 42 configuration, and Henna is not in a hurry to make a decision, and listens quietly for a while.

The second floor had become eighteen people, and a few breaths were stacked on top of each other, but the awake people had not changed, Henna had locked their positions, and through the echo of the wind, she confirmed that there was no obstacle between herself and the awake people.

It was the best she could think of.

Henna pressed the surprise in her heart, stretched out her hand to pull the sling, turned straight and turned on her side, her soft bare feet lightly touched the ground, but she did not step on it, but only stabilized her body on tiptoe.

She still closed her eyes, closed her eyes, listened, and with a flick of her right hand, four red velvet flying knives were caught in her fingertips.

She confirmed it for the last time.

Frontal, eleven o'clock, nine meters, the man's breathing was vague and indistinct, probably with his face facing the bay and his back to himself.

Front, two o'clock, seven meters, this person has been whispering about the diet of the fort, the logic is very clear, and he has been complaining for a long time.

Sideways, nine o'clock, four meters, he was moving in the direction of ten o'clock, his steps were very light, as if he was afraid of waking others.

From afar...... Near!

Heina's eyes opened suddenly, and the moment she opened them, she waved her arm, and the four throwing knives were taken out of her hands one after another!

The first flew through the back of the head and out of the nose.

The second one swept obliquely with a whining voice, pierced three feet into his mouth, and his throat was critical.

The third and fourth flew out almost at the same time, the third pierced the walker's nose first, the walker covered his face and let out a short whistle in pain, and the fourth knife had already followed the sound, piercing the back of the head along the mouth and cutting the brain stem in two.

The walker fell to the ground, the limited noise drowned out by the noise of the room, and no one noticed that an assassination had been carried out in the darkness, and the three night watchmen died on the spot in a moment, leaving only the lamb that covered the entire floor, and who did not know the imminent calamity.

Henna drew her short knife inch by inch, loosened the sling, and reached the ground barefoot.

She listened to the sound of her breathing and fluttered, drifting silently to her first target.

She stretched out her hand, pinched the opponent's mouth and nose with precision in the darkness with her left hand, pulled off the opponent's jawbone, and swung the knife with her right hand deep into the side of the neck, turning the blade to cut through the blood vessels, larynx, vocal cords and trachea inside.

The victim shuddered with a whining cry of grief, his strength weakened rapidly, and blood gushed down the wall along the edge of the side-cut knife, and it only took a moment to stop struggling.

The first, then the second, the third...... The sound of fresh breathing became less and less, and by the time Henna stood up for the thirteenth time, the entire second floor had turned into a dead field.

"It's time to go to the next level......"

Her lips took shape to speak, and her voice melted into the darkness, not revealing a single star.

Night, silent.