Diego sped down the spiraling staircase, quickly out of the tower. In fact, if he persevered in the tower, he would be able to take out one or two ballistas, but those crossbowmen were blessed with divine shields and had to infuse the bullets with holy light energy to break them, wasting enough time for the other party to knock the tower down. However, if you use flares to attack the ballista directly, you will not be able to penetrate the heavy shields held by the soldiers guarding the ballista.

Diego made the right choice, because just as he was more than ten meters away from the tower, with a scalp-numbing scream, five giant crossbow bolts were nailed to the middle of the tower, a distance at which the crossbowmen could be guaranteed to hit even without a test shot. To be honest, with such a thick tower, it is difficult for them to miss.

The tower shook and cracked. It didn't break at waist like the previous tower, but was pierced by a crack that slanted upward, and the left half of the tower collapsed straight down, falling like a cascade of bricks and stones, some of which fell outside the castle, and some of which collapsed on the roof and piled up in a large pile, and the farthest bricks even rolled all the way to Diego's feet. If it weren't for the fact that the castle's beams and purlins were all made of sturdy old oak, the weight of the pile of bricks alone would have been enough to collapse the roof.

Diego bent over his waist and looked at the pile of bricks and stones that he had almost buried himself in alive in a cold sweat, and he was terrified. He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, poked his head out of the ridge, and looked out into the square.

Under the cover of the heavily armed soldiers with shields, the heavy ballistas were now adjusting their angles and aiming their crossbows at the gates of the castle.

Diego didn't know if the castle gates would be able to withstand the ballista, but he couldn't take the risk. He leaned on the roof and slowly moved to the pile of broken bricks. Half-crouching in the shadows behind the ridge, he slowly stretched out his musket and put the handguard on the ridge - only a fool would climb on the ridge and stretch out the gun in its entirety, which was undoubtedly telling the archers in the square: I am here, shoot me! And now, under the cover of night, the small muzzle sticking out of the gun does not attract the attention of the enemy at all, and the irregular outline of the next pile of bricks also helps him to hide.

Unlike on the high towers, where there was a cover of battlements, and when the arrows fired from their backs flew up, they had lost much power, but in their current position, the archers shot . The arrows were a threat to him, and if they happened to hit his face, they could be fatal. So Diego had to change the combat mode from the firepower. system switched to stealth sniping.

He hid quietly in the shadows, observing the ballista, looking for an opportunity. After a few minutes, he laughed silently.

The shield guards standing in front of the ballista were not densely packed, and the shields between the two soldiers in the center staggered a gap about half a human width for the crossbow riders to aim and shoot. This gap is Diego's chance.

He removed his regular magazine and replaced it with a flaming one. He has given up shooting crossbow riders because there are five soldiers in one ballista. , even if one is shot down, someone else will come up to replace it, and it will not make the Ballista no threat.

He gently pulled the bolt, pushing the bullet into the chamber, then aimed at the gap between the shield guards standing in front of the ballista and pulled the trigger.

As the gun rang out, a flash of fire pierced through the gap between the shields and hit the ballista behind it. A blazing flame burst through the crowd, and Diego even heard the shattering of the burnt crossbow string, like a coachman's whip in the air, loud and piercing. A crossbowman who had been unfortunate enough to be struck by the crossbow string covered his face and rolled on the ground wailing, his eyes had already been exploded by the huge force contained in the broken string, and the gelatinous liquid that flowed from the glass shattered. His body was mixed with blood, and it trickled from between his fingers, and it was terrifying.

Diego didn't bother to look at the crossbowman's pray, he was now hunched over to the half-broken tower, dozens of arrows coming towards the place where he had been hiding, and the sharp arrows sent sparks of masonry in all directions.

Unlike musketeers, who could hold their guns for a long time and aim for a long time, archers simply couldn't take aim for a long time, because most bows had a pull force of tens of pounds, and some strong bows even had hundreds of pounds, and no one could keep their hands shaking for a long time. So when Diego fired, the archers who found the target raised their bows, drew strings, shot, and did a whole set of actions before the arrows flew over, and at least a second had passed, enough for Diego to leave calmly.

Diego climbed headlong into the tower and climbed to the top. The tower was littered with crumbling bricks and tiles, and even the staircase had been broken for a long time. It took a lot of effort for Diego to climb to the top of the stubble.

Under the cover of the side wall of the dog's tooth, Diego poked out half his head and looked down.

In the square, archers were staring nervously at the roof of the castle, where every Diego might rise. They didn't know if the random arrow just hit Diego, and no one dared to be careless.

Diego looked at the ballistas, surprised him. The ballista riders didn't pay any attention to him, because for a ballista designed to deal with buildings and dense battle formations, dealing with a single target like Diego was like a cannon hitting mosquitoes, not to mention the time and effort, and not necessarily the right hit, and the real effort was thankless. They were adjusting the angle of fire and aiming the ballista at the castle gates.

A ballista that had adjusted its angle of fire was the first to knock down its hook and shoot a crossbow arrow. The whizzing crossbow bolt slashed through the short range, hitting the gate with a bang, and the sharp black iron arrow easily pierced through the iron sheet wrapped in the gate, and pierced into the thick door panel, and the arrows that were several inches long completely penetrated the door board, revealing half of it on the other side.

The battered door panel could no longer withstand such a heavy blow, and with a crackling sound, a crack appeared where the arrow had entered, extending down a full half a meter long. If it weren't for the fastening of the dense iron bar skeleton behind the door, this crack would have cracked even longer.

"Hell, can't wait any longer!" Hearing the crackling, Diegojo stood up and opened fire on another ballista that was about to fire.

The flame bullet entered through the gap between the shield defenders and hit the base of the ballista, and the lava core powder mixed with the warhead exploded violently, splattering there, burning there, and igniting the ballista almost instantly. The crossbowmen around them jumped out of the way in a panic, the eye-popping crossbowman was still lying on the ground dying, and they didn't want to follow in the footsteps of the former.

Diego, who succeeded, quickly jumped off the broken ladder and ran out of the tower. This time, he came behind the chimney of the roof.

He half-crouched and took a deep breath, calming his breathing that had become rapid from running. He poked his head out slightly, glanced at the position of the ballista, and then stood up sharply with his gun in hand. But before he could take aim, there was a screech of sharp arrows in the air. As if being targeted by a poisonous snake, a sense of crisis that makes people's hairs stand on end spontaneously arises in the bottom of my heart.

Knowing that the situation was not good, Diego leaned back and flipped back, but it was too late, and a dozen arrows flew like meteors, nailed to his chest, and shot him like a porcupine.

At the moment of his backfall, Diego heard someone shouting excitedly in the square.

"I shot him!"

"I shot him!"

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