In the evening, in the village of hares, on the banks of the Teur Bridge, stands a stone fort resembling a castle.

The castle was built three hundred years ago, and it was the site of one of the most classic battles on the continent, in which the clever Liguricans used this bridgehead to successfully resist the attack of tens of thousands of troops of the kingdom of Lacas with only 300 men, arguably the most famous classic battle in history.

Since then, the castle has become famous in World War I and has become an important strategic town.

After three centuries of expansion, it has reached considerable size.

The height of the castle is about 15 meters in the west and more than 8 meters in the east, and the whole castle is a mixed structure of masonry and rammed earth, which is mainly due to historical factors.

Three hundred years ago, when the Ligurias built the bridgehead fortress, due to the lack of materials, they used the method of rammed earth to build the city, and the fort was built with clay and glutinous rice soup, and then used rammed earth plates and rammers to continuously beat the clay to tamp the clay, and when the clay dried, it would form an unusually strong city wall.

Although the speed of clay construction is very fast, and the solidity is also good, however, the rammed earth wall is very south to resist natural impacts, such as strong winds and heavy rain, especially in summer and autumn, when it is rainy, the rain is easy to erode the wall, although it will not have much impact in a short period of time, but after a long time, the solidity of the wall will be greatly reduced, and the local diary has recorded that the rammed earth wall collapsed after 50 years of completion, but it was repaired immediately.

About seventy years later, the new lords strengthened the walls, and successive lords continued to strengthen the walls, successively using masonry structures, that is, first adding bricks to the rammed earth walls, and later, laying stones on the outside of the rammed earth and brick walls.

In this way, this bridgehead has become a veritable golden city.

Located on the west bank of the middle and lower reaches of the Theur River, with the fast-flowing Teur River to the east, there is only one lane that can accommodate only four horses, which is the only way to cross the river.

It is almost impossible to break through the bridgehead from the front in such a narrow place.

Therefore, for hundreds of years, this place has been a dangerous place for a husband and a wife.

The legions located in the west, if they wanted to go east, had to go over the mountains and mountains to bypass the northern forests, or to travel thousands of miles south through the centaur plains, in short, this bridgehead constrained the rise of the western princes, but also ensured the peace of the eastern princes.

At this time, it was late at night, and the warriors guarding the bridge, drowsy, and the peace of hundreds of years had made them relax their vigilance, because in their minds, no fool would come to attack here, and the elite troops of tens of thousands of people gathered in the Kingdom of Lakas back then could not conquer this castle, let alone that it was now weaker than Lacasia back then?

[PS: Lacasia is the predecessor of Lacaxia, equivalent to Lacaxia's previous dynasty, after the fall of Lacas, Lacazia's aristocratic alliance replaced Lacas's ruling power, thus, Lacazia entered the republican era of the aristocratic alliance, that is to say, the king of Lacacia is elected by the nobles, and it does not necessarily have to be hereditary, whether the royal family can be re-elected also depends on whether other nobles support it. 】

What's more, since the fall of the kingdom of Lacas, Lacazia has entered into endless internal conflict, although on the surface Lacazia still maintains unity and has a common monarch, but, in private, these nobles are full of contradictions, not monolithic, they are no longer capable of launching a real threat war against the East.

It is precisely under the impetus of this comfortable mentality that these guards guarding the bridgehead regard this job as a random errand for the sudden inspection of the lord a few days ago, they would not have come to stand guard so desperately.

"Fuck, Hardeman lost a few slaves, but the brothers stayed up all night and suffered here, it's really unlucky." A guard on duty took a sip of sorghum wine and said drunkenly.

"I heard that a few slaves died, maybe Hardeman was distressed, so he wanted to toss us." The other guard, too, grumbled.

"Fuck, how many slaves count as balls? Hardeman was not satisfied with raising so many slaves, and if I were to see that the Assassin was really kind, if it were me, I would definitely kill him all. The guard said, taking another sip of wine.

"Hah... Damn, I'm sleepy. The other guard took two steps back and forth, stretching lazily and said.

"It's been a few days, and those thieves are probably caught a long time ago, what stupid are we still doing here? It's time to sleep. The drunken guard took another sip of wine, then squinted his eyes with his back against the wall.

"Hey, really sleepy? What if the lord comes to check on the night at night? The thieves haven't caught them yet. Another guard asked, looking at his companion as he was about to sleep, and walked over worriedly, kicking his shoe.

"I haven't caught it for so long, I guess the thief has already run away, do you like to sleep or not, I'll sleep first." As he spoke, he pulled his hat and helmet down, and he fell asleep lying on the city wall.

The other guard stood on the city wall and glanced to the west, the rushing waters of the Teur River rushed down, and at this time, the only drawbridge had been pulled up, and it was impossible to pass at all, and the gates of the bridgehead were closed, and it was estimated that there would be no danger, and he glanced to the east again, and an avenue winded into the darkness, and the forests on both sides of the road were dark, and it looked like two black abyssal maws, ready to swallow the poor castle.

The guard felt a chill on his body inexplicably, but quickly smiled self-deprecatingly.

It must be that I drank too much to have such a weird idea, this bridgehead is as solid as a rock, who would dare to come and attack?

What's more, in the stables not far away, there are more than a dozen war horses, their owners live in the bridgehead, as long as they shout, these well-trained knights will immediately rush out to join the battle, no one dares to challenge the majesty of the knights, at least a few thieves will definitely not dare.

Thinking so, the guard yawned lazily and sat down on the ground against the wall, and soon after, there was a rhythmic snoring sound from the wall.

The two guards were asleep, and the dwarf quietly poked his head out of the bushes, turned back to give Mori Feng a color, and then slipped quietly into the castle.

"Hey, why did you go to the castle? Shall we just run away? Sen Feng patted the dwarf man on the shoulder and asked in a low voice.

"The drawbridge has been put away, and if we don't put it down, we'll all be drowned, and we will only be able to pass through here if we kill everyone in the castle." The dwarf held the dagger back and said unquestionably to Sen Feng.

(End of chapter)