If you go back to the era when the Romans built a fortress against barbarians in this lofty mountain forest, then its history can be advanced by more than a thousand years, so it is not surprising that there are hidden ladder arrowholes in the corridor from time to time, even if there are dead human bones and giant rats piled up in the corner, I can calmly accept the reality, and the European castles have a bit of a mysterious and weird atmosphere.

Knights with big shoulders and round waists crowded in the narrow corridors of the tower, like a group of aunts competing for discounted goods in the city, no one could pass comfortably, coupled with the open guns and hidden arrows that often appeared in the dark, the enemy hiding behind the door shot to change places, and played tunnel warfare cunningly, making everyone nervous and unable to take a step, back to back, not knowing where the enemy would attack from.

"Grandma's, this kind of strange thing happened in the Middle Ages!"

I babbled and complained, but I complained and complained, and there was still a war to be fought, and at the end of the deep staircase was like a giant beast with a bloody mouth, smiling and waiting for the fat lamb to throw itself into the net, and I thought hatefully, if I had enough oil, I would have to burn the whole tower to ashes.

The knight who rushed to the front, no matter how cautious, was inevitably attacked by the enemy, and the howl of pain from the wounded was heard far along the smooth wall, so bad that his comrades dragged him to the safety of the rear.

Without time to help care for the wounded, they returned to the fight, and then before long they became stiff corpses, or the same wounded people lay down next to their comrades who had just been dragged over, looking at each other.

Hans, who was hiding behind his shield, looked back at me weakly, and met my angry gaze that was about to burst into flames, and his little face suddenly turned red and white, not that he didn't work hard.

The first dozen or so people who went up, stunned were the wounds of the dead and wounded who died without climbing a few steps, and they were planted crookedly, and the person who died the fastest was the little attendant who was sent back to the camp to ventilate the news when he broke through the city gate, Ya's excitement was excessive, and it was estimated that he had worked hard for more than ten years to get the opportunity to become a nobleman, and he wanted to wave his loyalty to show his loyalty, but the gun shot the first bird, and several arrows that were shot from nowhere, which ended the great ideal of turning over the grassroots.

The little attendant before he died still had an expression of disbelief and horror on his face, like a bubble in the sun, and he amazed himself fleetingly.

"Bastards, they're all cowards!"

The knights' cowering made me angry, snatched the shield from the squire's hand, and struck the edge of the iron-clad and shouted:

"New Guards, Tortoiseshell Defense Array!"

At my command, several squires and knights from the new guard gathered around them, and put their shields together as they had been in training, forming an impeccable semi-circular shield wall, like a hard shell on a turtle's back.

This kind of siege formation, which originated from the Romans, also got its name from this, but after my targeted simplification, it is more suitable for the flexible use of the combination of small detachments of less than ten people, which is more in line with the combat characteristics of Nijmegen that is small, fast and agile.

I was surrounded by the crowd, well defended as if I were in a tank with heavy steel armor, and I half-crouched and patted the shoulder of the man in front of me, who shifted his shield slightly to the side, revealing a hole that could only be seen with one eye.

I frowned and carefully searched the enemy situation in the depths of the corridor, and only after confirming that there was no danger did I shout the agreed slogan, and every warrior in the shield wall moved with the trumpet, neatly like a person, without revealing any flaws, although the advance was slow, but the enemy could not find the weakness to attack even if he wanted to.

"Clank!"

A javelin grazed the gap in the shield and plunged straight in, the sharp tip was only a stone's throw away from the bridge of the nose, and the crisp sound of the iron spear head with a faint blue luster shocked me into a cold sweat, this javelin seemed to be just a prelude, and in an instant, countless arrows and spears rained down on the shield wall, and even the strongest warriors staggered two steps to regain their footing.

Even so, there were still feathered arrows that slipped through the shield, and the attacks on both sides were quite strong, and people kept being wounded and falling, but fortunately, the well-trained warriors in Nijmegen were quick to fill the position, and they did not cause the casualties like ant collapse, and the shield wall shrank smaller and smaller due to the decrease in numbers, and I twisted my upper body and squeezed between the broad backs of three or four big men, panting greedily for thin air.

The enemy's attack lasted for a while before it came to an abrupt halt, as elusive as they were, but it was enough for me to see where the tunnels were.

"Spread out! Step forward in the back row! ”

I let out a loud shout, and the shield wall bloomed like a blooming flower bud, and the warriors on both sides held their shields against the wall where the secret passage was hidden, and the soldiers behind quickly replenished the entire team to the front of the group, forming a loose tortoiseshell formation again, and the rest of the knights took this opportunity to rush through the dangerous corridor to the spiral staircase that connected the rooms on the top floor of the tower.

Looking up, the end of the staircase, which resembled the throat structure of some kind of amphibian, was empty, and there was no sign of human activity in the pinna, but I knew that everything was quiet before the storm, that behind the deep seclusion lurked deadly danger, and that the enemy, like us, knew that the top floor of the tower would be the battlefield of his last battle.

"Up!"

I waved my arms vigorously to make an archery gesture, lowered my voice to command, and the knights tiptoed up, raising the bow and arrow above their heads without aiming and shooting randomly, and then retreated after shooting and continued to make up for it, and after a few rounds to confirm that there was no danger, I moved to the staircase with both hands and feet, and dragged the helmet of the person next to me against the tip of the spear, deliberately exposing the shallow edge tentatively.

Sure enough, when the enemy in ambush saw the moving helmet and thought that we were about to charge, they immediately greeted him with arrows and javelins, and the helmet was staggered and hit by several throwing guns, and rolled down the stairs, the sound of bumps echoing repeatedly in the corridor, and then fell silent.

"See?" The attendants all nodded in answer to me.

"If you learn it, do it, no matter how many enemies there are, you can't keep it tense all the time, and you will annoy them to death!" With that, I lifted another helmet and peeked out from the corner of the top steps.

The cautious enemy was fooled again, and the fire of the counterattack became more and more intense, and a powerful feathered arrow flew past the helmet, carving deep dents on the exterior of the cast iron, and I bowed my body with palpitations, glad that the helmet was fortunately not a real human head!

After a few tug-of-wars back and forth, the enemy finally figured out our conspiracy, stopped being vigilant against the helmets that were being moved around in a fake way, put away the spears that were spent, and I proudly hooked the corners of my mouth and thought: "Sample, I won't kill you yet!"

"Kill!"

I hung the small round shield of the cavalry on my forearm, and the figure of a swishing fish jumped out, just right in front of the two guards carrying the flail, and the knights rushed forward in the dark, and the unprepared enemy had to face it hard, and the two sides broke out in hand-to-hand combat in a small space.

Bows and arrows and long weapons have lost their advantage, many have thrown away their guys and hugged their opponents' shoulders and pinched their hands and bitten with their teeth, the irrational beast instinct became the last guarantee of survival, and everyone rolled numbly in a pool of blood, frantically attacking any creature that came near them.

Relying on the crowded terrain of the corridor on the top floor of the tower, the defenders firmly controlled the initiative in the early stage of the battle, forcing the knights of Nijmegen to stretch their fists and feet, and could only rush into the enemy group one by one to die, but the superiority in the quality and number of warriors became more and more obvious to the back, after all, the knights were not comparable to ordinary castle guards, even if there were still a considerable number of Speyer knights guarding the top floor, the knights of Nijmegen, who were not afraid of death, quickly reversed the unfavorable situation, as if the tide of money ponds was rising against the current, The turbulent air swallows thousands of miles.

"My lord, there is a secret door here!"

Had it not been for Hans's broken gong voice, which I could make out in ashes, I would have almost split in half the bloody man who had suddenly jumped in front of me, and he rubbed his eye sockets with his equally unclean sleeves, revealing his peculiar shrewd mouse eyes, and several knights were not far away with their long swords to pry the secret door that was integrated with the wall, and behind it was the tunnel that connected the entire tower.

"What are you waiting for? Do you want me in? ”

I was angry when I saw Hans's stupid appearance, and the enemy had already smelled the wind and smeared oil on the soles of his feet, which was stupid, and he finally understood when he heard his master say this, and took the torch prepared by the squire and led the people into the cold secret door.

As the battle in the corridor drew to a close, the Hessian knight behind the palace walked among the corpses with his sword in his hand, looking for the dying who were still alive, and doing some meritorious deeds, and everyone gradually gathered in front of the gate that was painted with blood and disgusting color.

These two thin planks, which were obviously not as strong as the main doors of the towers, were the only remaining barriers of the castle, and I thought to myself:

If the Earl of Speyer hadn't escaped through the tunnel, what an exciting meeting it would have been when the door was opened.

The knights struck the door cone only twice, and the wooden door cracked with the sound of a piece of paper, and at the same time the well-behaved warriors scattered and fell down, and the arrows shot out of the crack did not hurt anyone, but the return fire of the knights of Nijmegen, who was hidden on the side of the door, had a good effect, and the screams and groans of the man who had been hit by the arrow were heard in the room, and a man who was trembling and almost lost his voice cried out with a cry:

"Stop! In God's name, please stop attacking each other! ”

The sturdy squire tore down the crumbling door, and the scene in the room came into view, and the man who had just spoken was a middle-aged priest of small stature, whose disheveled shape and disarrayed clothes were not as vivid and joyful as his mournful face, and who was holding a golden cross full of jewels in his hands, and I could hear the greedy cooing of the knights around him.

"I'm Father Dominic, the resident priest here, for God's sake, lords, please stop!"

His haggard, yellowed face made him look at least a dozen years older than his actual age, and the priest who called himself Dominic tried to control the trills of his identity, but there was nothing he could do.

My gaze crossed him and fell directly on the Count of Speyer, who was protected by numerous knights and chamberlains: "You really didn't disappoint me, Henry......"

(End of chapter)

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