Courage can be aroused by all kinds of factors, honor, friendship, responsibility, of course, beauty, interests and even money, it is just a result, even if the starting point is not noble, it can often give birth to noble consequences.

From the moment Wright gathered the remains of Beatrice, he decided to be a brave man for her death, even if she didn't pay attention to herself when she was alive.

In the mid-air wind, he was alone, and all his comrades below were watching him, what was on it, whether there would be an ambush from the murderous infidels, and the terrifying sound coming from the knots of the ropes in the tower, also spread along the ropes, and spread throughout Wright's body, as if it could break at any moment, but he kept calling Beatrice's name, "I hope you will protect me in the fire, give me strength and courage, and when I am done, I will beg the priests of the Orthodox and Catholic churches to perform the atonement of your soul for you." ”

Finally, Wright's hand was on the ledge of the tower, he knew the technique well, and Wright struggled to prop up half of his body with his elbows, and mustered up the courage to climb in.

"It's in!" After seeing Wright crawling into the small tower like a gecko, several soldiers with their heads up shouted excitedly, and then they held a few long ladders and leaned against the city wall, because the walls of the Acropolis of Antioch were too high, and all the ladders could not be completely erected to the battlements, and there was still some distance left to Wright to solve!

In the room on this floor of the small tower, Wright saw that a soldier was holding a knife and stood at the staircase on the other side, and then the two looked at each other, Wright understood, and did not dare to come over without any delay, and fastened the rope and iron hook on his back one by one in the groove of the window sill and the wall hook on which the armor was hung, and then he stretched out his hand and threw all the ropes down, and the soldier who climbed to the top of the ladder took the rope, tied him to the end of the ladder, and then tilted his body, and the sword tied to his belt swayed, Climb up the rope again

"Is Pragit down there? How do I hear that there are ropes and people crawling? Pragit, Pragit! At this moment, from the second floor, the Turkic officer's questioning voice was heard, and it was higher than that.

Prajit hurriedly held his knife, and Wright, who was holding a dagger, leaned on both sides of the staircase, and after a while, the curses of the second floor sounded, and the firelight began to shake from the staircase, and with the sound of footsteps, the Turkic officer and several other soldiers and servants were rushing down the spiral staircase, and the shouts of "enemy attack, enemy attack here" echoed in the night sky.

"Don't hold back, keep climbing, and give your life to it!" Beneath the city wall, three ladders held in place by ropes and iron hooks, trembling, one soldier after another crouched on them, rushing up, first to the top of the ladder, and then to summon up the courage to grasp the ropes and continue to climb up the smooth city wall of about four feet.

"Bastard", a Turkic soldier who ran down from the second floor, saw the Christians climbing up from the ledge opposite, whirlwind with torches and machetes, rushing out of the staircase.

The scimitar stretched out from the side, and the light sliced straight through the throat of the running one to the base of the neck, and the face of the Turkic soldier who gritted his teeth froze, then separated from his neck, spun around it, and then grunted, leaped over the body that was lying upside down on the floor, and rolled far away.

The Turkic soldier in the back, quick with his eyes and hands, pulled out his scimitar and stabbed at the ambushed Prajit, who shrank back, and the tip of the knife stabbed against the stone wall of the room, and the calcium carbide flames exploded.

"Ahh Wright plucked up his courage and took the dagger in his hand, and rushed out from the stab, and the Turkic soldier screamed - the dagger was stuck in the artery between his shoulder and neck, and blood splashed out like a sudden fountain, and Wright's eyes were covered with the smell of fish, but he still stirred the dagger there until the other man stopped twitching. Torches tumbled down the steps, and the stairway was darkly intertwined.

"Die." Around the corner, the Turkic officer, wrapped in a turban and covered with cowhide armor, suddenly jumped out of the shadows and stabbed with his sword.

Wright gritted his teeth and pushed the dying soldier with the dagger in his neck to block the officer's blade, and then Prajit rushed to help, but the officer grabbed the corpse of his subordinate, Pragit's knife, slashed at the corpse's head, and wedged it deeply.

The officer flew up and kicked Prajit out of the staircase.

"I know you, murderer!" Wright's eyes didn't know if they were stained with blood, or because of anger and congestion, he cried out, and the enemies in his vision turned red, and he threw himself around the officer's waist with both hands, and pushed forward with all his might, and the officer howled, and the back of his head and back were knocked down to the stone wall of the staircase, and the ashes floated up.

Then he threw it so hard that both of Wright's feet floated and were thrown against the stone wall as well, and Wright almost heard the sound of bones breaking, "Leg broken, leg finished!" Then he fell to the ground.

The officer cursed, his hands behind his back, the blade held high, ready to stab and pierce Wright's back as he lay on the ground.

Suddenly, there was a flash of fire, burning his beard and face, the pain twisting every inch of his skin, and the officer screamed, the knife fell to the staircase steps, instinctively covering his burning face with his hands, and stumbling.

Wright grabbed the torch he had picked up, "Die, murderer of women!" With all his strength, he threw the other man to the ground, rode on, and then stuffed the torch into the other man's mouth, only to see that the guy's eyes were about to burst out, and flames and smoke came out of the orifices of his face, swishing and sounding, his face was blurred with flesh and blood, and he shook violently.

Wright cried, and with his other hand grabbed his burning hair and bandana, pulled it up, slammed it down, pulled it up, slammed it down, smacked it again, until the other man was a mess of charred rotten flesh. Then, the man threw his head back on the corpse, shook it twice, and fell to the side with a crooked clatter, curled up, gasping for the rest of his life.

Although his consciousness gradually blurred, Wright could still hear the sound of his comrades turning in and shouting to kill, Wright seemed to be in a wonderful illusion, his body was frivolous, and he saw the beautiful meadow by the Orontes River, the stunner-like Beatrice riding her mule, smiling at herself, saying goodbye to herself, and then walking slowly towards the verdant Daphne jungle surrounded by mist, disappearing from his vision, Wright heard her thanking herself, and laughed too, and fell into the darkness (to be continued). )