The sky was already bright, the sun came out very late, it seemed that the atmosphere of the day was too violent, so it had been lingering behind the clouds and refused to show its face, the sky was not very blue, gray as if it was God's mourning, a few crows turned their heads and landed on the wall, spreading their black wings ready to enjoy the feast of human flesh.

The last stubborn enemy was blocked in the corner, no expression could be seen on his dirty face, only the empty numbness of his eyes flashed, his shirt was completely rotten, the broken strips of cloth were glued to his body by the coagulated black blood, and his detached arm could no longer hold the weapon in his hand, and finally fell to his knees, giving up hope of life.

In fact, God had abandoned this man, and five or six spears pierced his torso from different directions, and there was a crisp sound of metal clashing, which showed what kind of pain he was bearing, and a faint stream of blood trickled down the corners of his mouth, eye sockets, nostrils, and earaches, and his brow twisted, and then let go of it with relief.

The surviving refugees were also gathered together with their hands cut off, looking like slaves for sale in the market, having lost their loved ones in the chaos of the early morning fighting, thinking that it would be safe to hide in the castle, but still avoiding the fate of being slaughtered.

The mother pressed the crying child to her chest, for fear of upsetting the cruel slaughterer, and the old man's shriveled lips, which were about to fall out, were gasping for the last of the air, and the wounded were desperately clutching the scab wounds, and the signs of life were draining from his body bit by bit.

The men may regret not being able to protect their beloved family, but they don't have the courage to resist, all of them are obedient to fate, but fate has chosen to abandon them, I turned my head and waved gently at the executioner.

To the accompaniment of dying wails, I brushed away the blood floating in the sink, wet a piece of cloth torn from my clothes, and wiped the stained dirt on my forehead against the reflection, Rollo walked behind me and stood with my chain mail in his hand:

"All the outer city is cleared, my lord."

"Hmm!"

I threw the dirty piece of cloth aside, stretched my waist refreshingly, and in the middle of the process, I suddenly remembered something, and immediately turned around and ordered:

"No, it's impossible for such a big castle to have no secret passages, retreating to the tower is a delaying tactic, I'm afraid the Count of Speyer has already slipped away, Rollo, immediately scatter our cavalry, within a radius of five miles...... No, the secret passage should not be too long, the terrain here is rugged, and it is quite difficult to excavate, so if you search carefully within a radius of three miles, you can not miss the river beaches, bushes, caves, and even the wells and stables of abandoned farms, and my eyes widen a little. Don't miss any clues, forget it, you better go out yourself. ”

Luo Luo bowed down to receive the order, handed the chain mail to another squire, led the war horse himself, whispered a few words to the knight waiting for the order, and went out of the city together.

With the help of my attendants, I put it back in order, and the soldiers of Nijmegen surrounded the entrance to the tower, and Hans rushed to the front, jumping up and down and directing several soldiers to tie up the dismantled door beams and make them into sturdy breaking cones. ”

Looking at the closed solid wood door at the end of the stairs, the enemy must also be engrossed in the back, across the door are two completely different worlds, but the same is the firm will of each other, one to defend strictly, the other to attack, both sides will pay a heavy price.

"Find two nimble men and go around the back of the tower to see if you can climb to the top, where the archery enemies are hiding in the fortress, and it's a good opportunity to find another way."

I put my hands on the pergola and looked up at the platform at the top of the tower, and a red cross gecko flag with a broken hole in the white background hung outside, swaying slightly in the wind, as if with a cheap expression, mocking the helpless philistines below.

"Let the archers prepare, and as soon as the city gate is breached, immediately release arrows inside, there must be many enemies blocking the gate."

Several strong knights picked up the thick breaking cone shirtless, slowly took two steps back, and then shouted a neat trumpet, and used all their strength to send the breaking cone in their arms fiercely.

"Bang!"

The gate seemed to tremble slightly, and then it did not move as at the beginning, and the knights shouted their trumpets again and continued to ram hard, countless spears and swords, bows and crossbows and arrows crowded around them, holding their breath and waiting for the moment of battle.

Time always tormented people's nerves, the heavy muffled sound of hitting the gate turned into a mechanical bar, and the knights holding the broken cones changed a few times, but the gate of the tower still held its post, towering majestically in front of the panting crowd, and even the crows pecking at the corpse's eyes in the shadows were tired of the same human movements, quacked twice in protest, and then flapped their wings and flew away.

"Haven't you made any progress yet?"

I paced anxiously back and forth, grabbed Hans by the shoulders and shouted, "God, can't we have enough of a wooden gate?" ”

Hans wept and mourned, and wanted to behave well in front of his master, but who wanted to gnaw a hard bone, this seemingly inconspicuous gate turned out to be stronger than the Roman gate, and he had to face the reality in pain like Attila, the king of the Huns who looked at the city and sighed.

"God forbid, this door latch must be covered with iron, no, even the top doorpost is cast iron!" He muttered to himself thoughtfully.

Worried that the Count of Speyer had slipped through the secret passages, I was restless, and I was more concerned about the key factors that would determine the success or failure of the battle than the long-lasting attack of the tower gate, and whether the Count of Henry himself could be captured as he wished, it was not him who threatened him, but the lineage of his Salian family and his inextricable ties with the kingdoms of Alsace and Burgundy.

If he were to escape, it would pose a great threat to our rear and force me to postpone my plan to attack Rome, thus changing the whole pattern of the war, including the gains already made in Nijmegen!

Just as I was struggling, the crowd suddenly burst into exclamation, and the knights raised their heads, and then scattered in panic to dodge, and before I could react, Hans stepped in front of him, and opened his arms like an old hen guarding her chicks.

"Pass! Open! ”

There were two loud bangs, and the muddy water on the ground splashed all over me, and several unrecognizable corpses twisted and slapped into the earth like broken pockets, and their hands and feet bent in a terrible arc.

Hans leaned up and tried to see the identity of the deceased, and said to me through gritted teeth: "My lord! It's our warriors! God, the enemy brutally killed them. ”

As if in response to him, the enemies on the tower screamed excitedly, shooting a few arrows in a scattered manner, causing the crowd to panic and dodge.

My clenched fists seemed to squeeze blood, and anger and reluctance filled my chest.

The enemy deceived me too much, and only Nijmegen was a slut, how could anyone else be a slut in Nijmegen, not to mention that he provoked and tortured the soldiers of Nijmegen in front of me, and this revenge was not a gentleman.

"Shameless! Murder! Cursed maggots! ”

I squeezed out two tears of resentment just right, and succeeded in inciting the knights' feelings of revenge: "These devils who have been abandoned by God will suffer merciless damnation!" Come on, seal the crack in the door for me, and not a single breath of air will drift in! ”

Although he did not understand what the Duke meant, Hans organized his attendants to tear the shirt from the corpse and stuff it tightly along the crack of the door, and the enemy on the tower finished shooting the arrows in his hand and hid back in the fortress.

"Hans, go get the oil!"

Distraught by a broken door, I finally decided to use Nijmegen's secret weapon, this thing is quite difficult to refine, the gold is very expensive, it cannot be mass-produced, the last Polish and Danish expeditions used up the stocks, and the amount of newly refined oil is not much, before leaving, I thought about giving them to Jensen and Mortiyunas, leaving some treasures at the bottom of the box to defend against possible enemy attacks on Nijmegen mainland, so I only brought five cans in case of emergency, who knew that it would come in handy so quickly, although there were many unforeseen crises behind, If you can't break through, Speyer will be in vain.

Hans, draped in rags, slammed a few cans of oil against the door, and looked at me with the remaining two cans in his hand, reluctant to use them all.

"Don't feel distressed, throw it all away, such a thick door will definitely burn for a long time."

I waved my hand impatiently, but I was relieved in my heart and said, "I can't bear the ...... of the wolf."

Hans swallowed and foamed, as if with great determination, and threw the two remaining cans on the vital part of the gate's pivot, then took off the rags draped over his shoulders and ducked far back, throwing his torch over the viscous black liquid with a flick of his arm.

"Boom!"

The violent explosion caused a strong wave of air, wrapped in broken pieces of wood and rushed towards the crowd that was caught off guard, no one expected to cause such an explosion effect, and instantly screamed.

"Ahem......"

"Sneeze ......"

I was stunned by the wood chips and smoke in my head, and I couldn't help but cough and curse.

"This thing is too unstable, it will explode and burn at the same time, it's really useless to raise so many alchemists."

The knights who scattered to dodge slowly surrounded them with their shields, not knowing what was going on inside the door before the smoke of gunpowder dispersed, so they had to step forward cautiously and try to protect their bodies as carefully as possible.

Fortunately, the knights had already prepared and did not cause casualties, the archers in the back row immediately raised their arrows to fight back, the two sides fired at each other for a while, the screams of the wounded and the groans of pain came from the dark doorway, the enemy's counterattack suddenly stopped, the knights probed their brains to observe for a while, and no longer heard any movement, and finally poured into the door with confidence.

"Search me room by room, don't let go of any live mouth!"

I stood by the door and pinched my waist majestically, like a tofu Shih Tzu in Lu Xun, and my body was propped up in the shape of a two-legged compass.

"Warriors, I will take nothing of the treasure in the tower, it is all your spoils, and the Duke of Nijmegen only needs to win."

I swallowed the rest of the sentence back into my throat and kicked Hans in the ass, who got up and looked at his master aggrievedly.

"Bastard, don't hurry up and lead someone to the front! Find Count Henry before anyone else......" I said, making a stealthy gesture with my right hand that the two of them would understand.

(End of chapter)

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