Diego fell headlong in the shadows behind the ridge.

He made a backward motion before he topped over, which formally saved his life, dodging the arrows that were shot at his throat and face, the nearest arrow almost grazed his face, and the narrow blade plowed an inch-long blood groove directly into the door of his head, which looked like a vertical eye had grown out of the door of his head.

He lay motionless on the ground, panting in a cold sweat. Because of the chimney's obscuration, the parts of his arrows were concentrated in the upper body, with the chest being the most. As he gasped, dense feathers of arrows rose and fell slightly along his chest, and from a distance, it looked like a breeze blowing through a thatched mound.

"Damn it, what the hell!"

After a while, Diego rolled over and sat up, wiping a handful of blood from his forehead, and then pulling out the arrows pinned to his chest one by one. The dragonskin armor he wore on the outside didn't stop the special triangular armor-piercing arrows from piercing through them - Onexia might not have been able to stop such a vicious weapon when she was alive, let alone the skin that had been stripped off when she died - but the Mithril scale armor that Diego wore inside was powerful enough to block the arrows. Although the chest was still poked with a dull pain, fortunately, it did not hurt the muscles and bones.

I have to admit that he was too underestimated this time. The cunning archers used the tactic of three shots: one-third of the men drew their bows and were ready to fire, one-third wound their arrows, and one-third rested and slowed down. In this way, you can maintain pressure on Diego at all times. system, and can ensure the physical strength of the archers, killing two birds with one stone. So when Diego stood up from behind the chimney, he kept pulling his bow, and the archers who were waiting for the target to appear did not hesitate to release the bowstring in their hands, giving Diego an unforgettable lesson.

He cautiously moved himself to the edge of the pile of broken bricks, glanced out into the square, and then shrank back quickly. After being shot once, he put away his arrogance and pride and became much more cautious.

In the square, while he was lying back to his soul, the remaining three ballistae had apparently already fired one round, and the crossbow riders were busy adjusting the offset crosshair and rewinding the arrows. The archers scattered in the square were still staring nervously at the rooftops - everyone knew that archers would probably not have the strength to draw their bows after one or two arrows, but musketeers were different, and as long as there was still a breath of air, they might surprise you again.

Diego staggered to his feet and stooped towards the tower. He had to change places, the whole roof was being watched by the archers, and he didn't even have a chance to show his head.

He entered the tower and followed the stairs to the third floor. On the northernmost side of this floor is a long corridor with three or four openings in the wall on the side facing the plaza. It's more like a shooting hole, and these small windows are about a foot square, open at chest-high heights. The windows are inlaid with shards of colored glass, which looks brilliant and colorful.

Diego looked carefully at the window openings, and finally stopped in front of a small fist-sized glass hole.

At this time, the lampposts and torches in the square were as bright as day, but only a few torches on the walls of the corridor were emitting a dim light, and Diego was not afraid to see himself outside, so he leaned his eyes to the hole and looked at it a few times.

The exterior walls of the castle are very thick, more than a meter thick, which makes the window holes look more like deep holes, and the view from this window is so narrow that Diego can only see a ballista.

He saw that the gap between the two shields standing in front of the ballista was a little wider than before, and it was clear that the ballista riders were making their final aims.

Without hesitation, he immediately picked up the musket in his hand. In order to prevent the target from being exposed, he did not stick the muzzle of his gun out of the window, but kept it about a foot away from the window. The gap was too small to be aimed at through the scope farther away.

He took a slow, deep breath and pulled the trigger.

There was no time to observe the outcome of the battle, and the moment the bullet came out of the chamber, Diego turned around and pressed himself against the wall by the window. As he expected, it didn't take more than a second for a dozen sharp arrows to shatter the glass on the window and shoot in—even though there was an annihilation circle enchanted on the horn to reduce the noise and extinguish the flames, the muzzle flames that Death Gaze fired could not be completely eliminated, revealing his location.

However, only one ballista could be seen in this window, and there was no need to stay any longer, and the glass on the other windows was all intact, and he did not dare to go over and knock on the next piece. The first thing to look at in the selection of archers in all armies was eyesight, and in the eyes of these bright-eyed archers, the new holes in the windows were as conspicuous as the camels in the flock.

He turned and sped upstairs.

Two loud tom thumps came from the window, and the castle gate was shot again. Diego didn't know how long the gate would last, he was now fighting the ballista riders, either he would kill all the ballistae before the gate was broken, or the ballista would break the gate before he could kill them all, and the tongue twister made him feel a little anxious.

He admired these fierce crossbow riders from the bottom of his heart, not everyone could calmly them while being secretly pointed at the head with a musket. Ballista, accurate shooting.

Diego didn't go up to the roof, but climbed the stairs all the way to the half-collapsed tower. He stood behind the crumbling wall, groping around the wall. After a while, he carefully pinched a moving brick and pulled it out of the wall. When the bricks are fully drawn. The moment it came out, the crumbling wall made a soft "click" sound, and it trembled slightly.

Diego held his breath and stared at the wall motionlessly, only letting out a long breath when he was sure it wouldn't collapse. He didn't even dare to vent his breath at the wall, lest he would blow the broken wall down if his breath was too heavy.

He gently put down the brick he still held in his hand, and then picked up his gun and leaned over to the small hole.

The ballista he had just shot was crackling like a celebratory bonfire. Now, there are only two intact ballistas left in the square. He aimed at one of them, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled it.

Just when he exhaled his breath but had not yet inhaled, his breathing paused briefly, and at this time, his pectoral muscles were completely relaxed, and his body was in a still state, which was the best time to fire.

Diego gently moved his fingers, pushing down the trigger of the death gaze. The guns roared, and the Death Gaze jerked backwards, slamming into Diego's shoulder. The burst of gunpowder swirled forward, spraying . Shooting on the walls around the hole in the wall, dust flew and gunsmoke filled the air.

As Diego watched, the wall shook back and forth twice, then collapsed completely with a thud, completely exposing the snipers hiding behind it.

"Shit!" Diego, who was in a state of revention, jumped up the ladder behind him without hesitation. Dozens of arrows whizzed in, barely catching up with him.

"There's only one ballista left!" Diego wiped a cold sweat and said to himself in his heart.

But just then, he heard a sky-breaking screech from the ballista as it fired. Then, with a violent impact, the gates of the castle shattered open. The Crusader soldiers in the square erupted into a deafening cheer.

The gate is broken!

Diego couldn't help but sit down on the ground in frustration, trying for a long time, but in the end, the feeling of failure in vain made him weak and didn't want to move.

He took a few breaths, ordered himself to step out of the small door of the tower, and then poked his head out of the ridge and peeked at it quickly.

In the square, a group of Crusader infantry armed with swords was rushing towards the castle gates. The only remaining ballista was retreating down the alley, freeing up the battlefield for the infantry. The soldiers with heavy shields remained in place, and although these heavy oversized shields were a little difficult to move around the castle, they might also be used, who knows?

Compared to the others, the archers' reactions were much more interesting, most of them were looking for shelter, some ran behind the stone statues, some hid next to the stone lampposts, and a few jumped into the fountain pool in the middle of the square, hiding behind the marble fountain stone pillar in the middle, and a group of people rushed into a mess, completely losing the fierce appearance that dared to face Diego just now.

Although the gates of the castle have been broken, it is clear that the castle is not a good battlefield for the archers, and besides, they no longer have to stand up in the square to cover the ballista and act as a live target.

A captain-like archer shouted a few times, and more than half of the archers spread their legs and ran towards the back of the castle. Diego felt impatient—these idiots had finally figured out this idea!

Directly in front of the castle, due to the barrier of the square, the archers had to run at least to the middle of the square to bring the roof of the castle into the firing range, but behind the castle was completely different, although there was still an open space between the surrounding houses and the castle, but the distance between the two did not exceed the range of the bow and arrow, and they could climb to the roof of the house to shoot. By that time, from the rooftops of the castle, which was no more than the height of the castle, there was no place for Diego to hide.

In fact, Diego was not afraid of these archers, and if he was given enough time, he was confident that he would kill them all one by one - who was he afraid of when it came to a shooter duel? But time was running out for him, the gates of the castle had been shattered, the men were in dire need of his support, and he could no longer entangle with the archers.

Wait, Diego froze for a moment, I seem to have missed something important.

A few seconds later, he slapped himself hard. yes, the gates have been breached, what am I still rubbing on the roof? These archers can't fly in the air!