Gradually, the night grew thicker, and the wind blowing from the sea made a "whirring" sound over the battlements at the castle. Most of the soldiers who came and went returned to the warm interior of the fortress in search of their sweet dreams, except for the sentries who were already tired and shaky.

Special forces disguised as Dutch soldiers walked back and forth by the well, as if they were sentries on duty. The bodies of the two native soldiers had been moved into the passage in the well, and their camouflage would not have been discernible by their accents alone without the use of lights.

At the signal of their companions outside the well, one by one the black-clad special forces sneaked out of the well, hid in the nearby darkness, and guarded the surroundings. It didn't take much time, and the four platoons of 200 men who were scheduled to attack followed behind Roger and quietly approached Fort Frecinlian under the cover of night.

According to the memories of the villagers who built the city of Relanza by Guo Huaiyi, and the confession of Keitel, who was completely frightened by the "thousand cuts". Fort Frecinlian has a passage leading directly to the underground warehouse, and the castle is brightly lit and patrolled back and forth by patrol squads.

The lowest floor of the inner city is the warehouse and the lower fort of the city of Geranza, the whole third floor is a hollow-shaped pattern, the outer fort is connected with the warehouse through eight gates in four directions, the "forts" at the four corners of the second floor of the inner city are Fort Frexinlian, Fort Campbellfei, Fort Mitt and Fort Jarmodian, the four "forts" have skylights leading directly to the lower warehouses, and winches are installed, which is a rapid supply channel for shells and gunpowder.

Due to the daytime fighting, the Dutch army lost almost half of the total strength on the island, so he had to follow the advice of Lieutenant Colonel Reicon and concentrate most of his troops on the lower outer city for defensive operations, while the inner city was garrisoned by less than 500 civilian troops in addition to the original gunners.

Roger led the assault detachment and quietly leaped along the stone wall hidden in the battlement. In front of him were two special forces dressed in Dutch Marine Corps uniforms, who were acting as spearheads, when they suddenly stopped and an alarm sounded. Roger and his teammates quickly pressed their bodies against the cold stone wall and remained motionless, their weapons ready to shoot.

This was the third patrol Roger had encountered, and fortunately, the two disguised spikes in front of them could raise the alarm in advance, and they were able to avoid it.

The Dutch garrison in the inner city was small and could not be guarded everywhere, so Lieutenant Colonel Reken, who was transferred back from the port to be in charge, adopted the method of deploying special personnel to guard all the key points and arranging multiple patrols to patrol at the same time, so that even if it was attacked at night, he would not be unaware.

Roger gave the rest of the team an order to take shelter in place, and he tiptoed to the top soldier's side. The spearhead said in a very low voice: "Patrol, nine o'clock direction, ten-man column." ”

From behind the wall in the corner, Roger quietly poked out half of his head and took a look.

Ahead came a patrol of mentled mentles, dressed in miscellaneous clothes and carrying long-barreled muskets on their shoulders. The leader was holding a glass lamp, and the dim light illuminated the nearby battlements.

About a dozen of them, forming a haphazard column, staggered around the battlements. It was evident that despite the imminence of war, trust in the strong defenses of the city of Geranza made them less serious when patrolling.

As this small group of civilian troops approached, Roger couldn't help but be secretly anxious in his heart, behind this patrol was the entrance to Fort Flichinlian, the intended target, and this damn group of civilian troops walked here, and actually stopped moving to show that they wanted to rest here.

Roger looked at the sky, there was no beautiful crescent moon in the night sky at the beginning of the month, only brighter and brighter stars shining in the sky. Ban Jie estimated the time, it was almost the time agreed with the commander, and it seemed that this team of people must be subdued and quickly occupied the warehouse.

"Bring them here...... Roger ordered the top soldiers to lure the enemy, and gave orders to the special forces behind him.

"Hey, you guys, come here, we need help here......"

Several civilian soldiers looked at the place where the sound came from in the dark in confusion, and some even held the glass lamp high. Vaguely, they recognized it as the uniform of the Royal Dutch Marines.

"Yes, it's just a few of you, come here, hurry up!" The disguised spearhead gave a majestic command in the proficient Dutch language.

A few civilians reluctantly walked slowly to this side, and a few of them stood there behind them without moving at all.

The soldiers shouted: "Hurry up, you bastards, don't you know the consequences of not carrying out orders in wartime?" I think Your Excellency will be glad to meet you cowards. ”

Hearing the more stern sound of command, which seemed to come from the mouth of an officer, several patrolling civilians cursed in a low voice, and walked lazily towards this side, and then a chaotic movement ...... sounded in the darkness. Immediately after a group of black-clothed people quickly swept away, there was a chaotic sound of the identity falling.

Lieutenant Colonel Reken was now in his small office in Fort Frecinlian, the heavy wooden door blocking the smell of sweat from the civilian soldiers outside.

The Civilians were all seamen, and the smell of sweat on their bodies seemed to always have a strong fishy smell, which made him, an officer of the army, always feel uncomfortable.

He sat on a chair in a small office, his long legs resting comfortably on the table, his military jacket behind the chair behind him, his hands clasped to his chest, and his slightly closed eyes trembled with orange eyelashes. Only the slightest movement indicates that he is not asleep.

"Major Matthew hasn't come back, oh, it looks like the other party is very powerful! My Reken's estimate is still reasonable, but unfortunately, the Governor admires that Matthew. ”

Two faint sounds of musket shots came from outside the house, followed by nervous exclamations, and the sound of chaotic firing filled the Fort Flicinlian.

"These damn militias, they don't have the ability to fight, they just laugh like dogs, or fight."

Lieutenant Colonel Reken muttered that in his image these undisciplined militias could not do any good, they were all hooligans, thieves, liars, and pirates. Put on the army uniform, which can be said to be very flashy, and plan to open the door and walk outside to see what is going on.

With a sense of rage, he opened the door violently, and when he thought he was going to yell out when he went out, something unexpected happened to him.

Large puffs of gray-brown smoke rose through the fortress, fine powders filling every inch of space. These gray-brown powders not only have a pungent taste, but also cause loss of sight to the eyes. Lieutenant Colonel Reken was furious in his heart, and he scolded even more angrily in his heart: "You useless fellows ....... ”

But before he could scold, a slightly cold pipe pressed against his head, and at the same time a pure Dutch voice sounded: "Squat on the ground with your head in your hands, otherwise we will not guarantee your safety." ”