For the attackers, this is the best cover.

It is for this reason that Calis chose to send an elite sneak attack on the fortress now. If you wait another day, or half a day, many of these captives hanging from the wall will die. Their bodies are extremely weak, and most of them have entered a semi-comatose state. The time spent on roaring and screaming was long gone, and the giants patrolling the city turned a blind eye. But after tonight, there will be far fewer screams tomorrow night, when the three thousand elite climbing the walls will surely attract attention from the noise.

When the soldiers carried short wooden ladders across the gorge and successfully reached the opposite side, the base of the northern wall of the fortress, they followed their previous training and connected the short wooden ladders with steel locks to form hundreds of long ladders long enough to climb to the top of the wall.

There was no need for an order, and Gaspar, the leader, didn't even need a gesture at all. The captains of the teams knew the battle plan well, and they knew exactly what they had to do. The long ladder was erected on the surface of the city wall, and Gaspar bit the war knife in his hand horizontally with his teeth, using his hands and feet together, like a nimble monkey, climbing the city wall under the cover of the thick night.

A blazing flame burned in Gaspar's heart, and he had never been more excited.

He knew the importance of this battle, and knew that everyone's hopes were pinned on him.

It was a wonderful feeling, and he couldn't help but think of the days when he followed his family in a life-and-death duel in the arena many years ago. Each appearance was accompanied by a tsunami of spectators, and although it meant death, there was an alternative interpretation for Gaspar———— it meant some kind of privilege, beyond his lowly slave status.

The Duke promised to release himself and set him free after the battle. It was not easy for a white man, especially a noble white duke, to say such a thing. From the bottom of his heart, he thanked the damned giants of the north, in other words, they actually gave them the chance to prove themselves. The next thing to do is very simple, just rush into the fortress, cut off the huge giant's head, and have hope for your future and future.

Gaspar chose a very good timing, he did not rush over the battlements, but lay quietly outside the wall, patiently waiting for a group of giant patrols to go into the distance, until he could not hear the footsteps, then quickly turned over and leaped up, took the steel knife in his mouth, and looked around vigilantly.

It was very quiet, there were no patrols and no guards in this section. Gaspar half-crouched on the ground, patiently waiting for the rest of the soldiers to climb the wall one by one in silence, and the number of them gathered more and more.

It's a nice location, and you can see the flames burning inside the fortress in the distance. It could be a campfire, or it could be a torch used for lighting. There are many tall figures back and forth, and the aroma of barbecue wafts from afar, mixed with the smell of wine.

It's not dinner time. To be precise, a late-night snack is pretty much the same. Gaspar remained in a half-squatting position, the steel knife clenched in his hand stuck diagonally into the ground. There were more and more white special operations soldiers around, but none of them spoke, all eyes on Gaspar, as if he were the god who ruled the world.

The sound in the distance was very noisy, and people could be heard making loud noises, chasing and fighting, but the overall order did not appear chaotic.

This means that the giants did not find special forces that broke into the fortress.

Gaspar licked his slightly dry lips, and he felt a little sure.

If everything is quiet and not right, it means ambush and danger.

More than 1,000 special operations soldiers have gathered at the head of the city. A large piece of black pressing. Gaspar nodded in satisfaction, raised his left hand, and made a gesture of pressing down hard. Several officers nearby who saw this action quickly spread the order in silence.

Gazpar's heart was filled with pride and pride as he watched the special operations soldiers stream down the steps of the inner wall in the darkness———— he had reason to believe that he was the first black man ever to stand in such a high position and have absolute command over white soldiers.

The more important reason is that his current identity is still a slave.

It is entirely possible to describe Gaspar's gratitude to the Duke as "dead". He knew that this battle was crucial, and he knew that the 3,000 special operations troops who had climbed and were climbing the walls alone would not be enough to deal with the northern giants. If the tens of thousands of Rhine troops who followed behind could not follow in time, then all those who had already entered, including themselves, would have to die.

"Send a signal to the Duke." Gaspar turned to the side and whispered to his entourage, who was also in a half-kneeling position: "The surprise attack is successful, please send the main force to fight immediately." ”

The retinue was also a black man, an arrangement made by Calis after careful consideration———— although Gaspar surpassed the average Rhein soldier in terms of combat skills and battlefield adaptability, his skin determined that he could never get much obedience in the army, and there was even a possibility of disobedience. This is determined by the basic logical framework of the whole society, and Calis's personal will cannot produce a decisive transformational effect. As a last resort, he had to arrange for a few black men of the same color as him around Gaspar.

The commander must have a few retinues on his side. Even if the other white officers of the special operations unit did not like Gaspar and were unwilling to obey his orders, the white officers would at least cooperate on major issues as long as they were passed through an intermediary, that is, an entourage.

The pre-agreed "Surprise Attack Successful" signal is simple. When three equally spaced torches appeared on the pitch-black city, and moved up and down three times at the same time according to a fixed rhythm, Duke Calis, who had been standing on the high platform on the north side of the canyon and observing the movement, finally felt the boulder in his heart slowly fall to the ground. Without hesitation, he turned around and issued an order to the adjutant at a hurried pace: "Everyone follow, and the engineering units will also go up together, widen the canyon passage as much as possible, and let more people pass." ”

The movement of 30,000 people was very large. Although they are elite, they are not a special operations force led by Gaspar. Although Calis repeatedly stressed that he should not make a noise so as not to attract the attention of the giants in the city, it was late at night, and the canyon passage made of gravel, dirt and various debris was so rough that even if he walked during the day, he had to be careful not to fall. It is difficult to see under your feet with the limited lighting of torches, and people are constantly falling down in the process of climbing up and down, and there are people of the opposite sex who want to catch up with them, which inevitably causes friction between them...... Cursing, screaming, dissuasion, all kinds of chaotic voices suddenly broke the silence of the night, and although the leading officer came in time to solve the problem almost immediately, it could not contain the various whispers that had gradually spread through the ranks.

The solution is very simple, just pull out the knife and cut the necks of the unlucky ghosts who fell to the ground. The dead never complain about the living, and their corpses can also make a good canyon fill.

At the head of the city, Gaspar bent on his waist and quickly descended the stairs of the inner wall with brisk and nimble steps, creeping like a panther to slowly approach the northern giants gathered around the fire.

I could see it more clearly than before, and the giants, who were so tall and burly that they had to look up, laughed. Because of the language barrier, Gaspar couldn't understand what was being said at all, and they seemed to be talking about some kind of topic of interest. Large pieces of meat were roasted on the fire, and the aroma wafting through the air became more and more intense.

It was supposed to be a cut from some hapless white man. With such a malicious thought, Gaspar smirked and no longer hidden, he chose the closest giant to him and began to speed up his trot, only in this way could he grab the protruding part of the armor on the back shoulder of the opponent in a high-speed motion and jump up, directly attack the giant's throat, and kill him with a single sword.

Led by him, the special operations soldiers of the Rhine Kingdom also stood up from the ground and ran forward with Gaspar.

The first attack is very important, once successful, it means that the initiative of the battle is grasped, and the main force that follows behind can also rush forward, and the victory is established with an overwhelming numerical advantage.

Gaspar, who was running, saw the giants gathered around the fire begin to turn, and they apparently heard footsteps coming from behind them. However, Gaspar didn't care, he still kept a cruel smile, the distance between him and his target was too close, and he could rush through the last few meters with just one leap, even if the giants took up arms to resist.

After all, all the fighters on his side have undergone rigorous training, and their hand-to-hand combat melee ability can be called the pinnacle of all white soldiers.

In order to increase the success rate of the attack, the Duke of Calis deliberately chose this moonless night. It was pitch black, the light from the fire in the distance was faint, and the sight was blocked by so many giants that Gaspar couldn't even see the ground beneath his feet. However, this did not matter, as he had carefully studied the internal structure of Kamui Fortress before setting out, and knew the composition and architecture of the different areas well. For example, the hard ground where we are running now is actually a square with a side length of about 200 meters.

Suddenly, Gaspar finds himself falling.

The sensation of stepping on the ground is so obvious, the shock of the momentary weightlessness and loss of balance on the soles of the feet that makes the brain go blank. After a brief moment of fright, Gaspar heard the sound of heavy falls and shouts of varying degrees all around him at the same time. He subconsciously flipped his body to find a usable support or grasp point in the dark, but his body was still falling, and he had fallen to the bottom in an instant. Leaning diagonally, he immediately felt his left leg and right foot pierced by some sharp hard object, and a sharp pain suddenly came from the wound site.

It was a trench with a depth of more than five meters. The location was cleverly arranged, not far from the fire, but the barbarian warriors sitting nearby blocked the light range from about a meter above the ground. The attackers coming from the northern wall were visually different from this line, and the deep black darkness of the night made all the attackers focus on the giants around the fire, who had previously known the location and basic composition of the fortress square...... Overfamiliarity, combined with the idea that they had to take out their opponents as quickly as possible, led them to run unnoticed, stepping into the air and falling into the deep ditch that cut the square in two.

Gaspar's heart was filled with anger and at the same time deep fear.

The trenches were filled with steel knives and spear tips thrust upwards upside down. These terrible things were at least a meter long, and several special operations soldiers who fell were stabbed to death on the spot. Gaspar struggled to turn sideways to the side of the trench in search of a safe position, only to find that his pierced thigh was firmly anchored in the middle of the barrel of the gun, and the slightest pull would cause unspeakable pain.

The people who rushed behind couldn't judge the situation in the dark, and although they heard the screams and movements, they instinctively slowed down in hesitation, but they were pushed forward involuntarily by the people behind them.

More people fell one after another on his head, which was a disaster for Gaspar, who desperately wanted to get out. The bottom of the trench was full of knives and guns, and he finally managed to adjust his posture, and bent down in pain to pull out the spear buried in the ground, but was hit in the shoulder by a fallen soldier, and his body rolled over involuntarily.

A hard, sharp object pierced from behind, and Gaspar screamed as he was impaled on the spot. With the last of his strength, he pushed aside the soldier who had fallen on him and put him in a near-death situation, reached into his abdomen with his trembling left hand, and felt the bloody tip of the knife in the darkness.

The wound was so large that the part that could be felt alone was more than 30 centimeters. One can imagine how the upside-down knife pierced his own backbone, tearing through his skin and muscles, and even mincing his liver, breaking open his foreabdomen with oblique force. Fingers touching the slippery intestines means that the internal organs of life are irresistibly flowing out of the body. Gaspar was trembling all over, he tried to breathe, but he couldn't breathe in oxygen, his physical energy was lost dramatically in just a few seconds, and he didn't even have the strength to stand up.

Another soldier fell from the top of the trench and hit Gaspar directly on the head. He didn't even have time to scream when the man's ass was crushed and he fell backwards.

The tip of another sharp knife pierced the back of his head, protruding from the middle of his eye socket. In the night, the bloody tip of the knife picked at the half-punctured eyeball, oozing viscous liquid.

The special operations soldiers in the front row fell into the trench one after another, and the screams and chaos caused the people behind to stop. The short period of blind obedience was over, and they stood there with their weapons in hand for a moment, a little overwhelmed. Although the subconscious mind tells them to turn away from this dangerous place immediately, or to find a safe place as soon as possible, it still takes enough time for humans to turn their sudden flashes of thought into action in the midst of shock and horror.

The giants on the other side were already ready.

Their movements were swift and disproportionate to their massive, burly bodies. Sandbags were piled up in front of the fire half a meter high, and these things that seemed to be used by the giants as makeshift stools were actually fortifications. They rolled over and half-crouched behind sandbags and shot at the enemy in the dark. With the sound of gunfire like bursting beans, the attackers fell in pieces screaming as if they had been swept by a sickle.