Deputy Master Lawrence returned to the Order's mansion exhausted. After a day of verbal battles with the nobles of the West, he felt that it was better to duel with a sword and a shield. Andy, the squire, took the wine on a silver plate, and Lawrence frowned, waved his hand, and said to him, "Change the spirits, which those pedantic nobles drink." ”

Andy is a brunette lad who is a descendant of Nord immigrants. Tonight's Knights' mission can only be carried out by Lawrence and his guards, and the squires can only stay in the mansion with an uncertain future. The character of the Nord in Lawrence's body does not allow for indecision. He sat in front of the fire, staring at the beating flames. According to the ancient legend of the Eastern Vigians, the Fire Rites of Vegia ruled before the Holy See, and were adept at seeing the future of the frozen kingdom from the flames. He didn't know if the beating flames were a sign of the future of the Knights.

There was a knock at the door. Lawrence straightened up.

"Please come in. ”

Ser Ridley, dressed in military uniform, walked in, unmelted snowflakes on his chain mail.

"It's all ready, my lord. ”

"Hmm. Lawrence stood up and clapped his hands, "Andy, my armor!"

The squire soon walked in from next door, holding polished cuirass, bracers, and shins. Underneath is a layer of chain mail that has been rusted in the sand. The squire expertly helped Lawrence put on his armor, handed over his sword, and finally handed him his helmet. It was a simple infantry pot helmet, and Lawrence scoffed at the bells and whistles of the western aristocracy's feathered helmets.

Lawrence walked out the door, and there were already three teams of people standing by in the yard. They were the guards brought by Lawrence. In reality, however, they were all carefully selected Nord knights.

"I'll just wait for your order, my lord. Sir Ridley said.

"We will fight more with less. But we are in the dark, and they are in the light. If we fail, thousands of the Knights will die outside the North Gate, you know?"

"Yes, sir. The knights whispered.

"Get on the horse and go. ”

The sound of horses' hooves was loud in the silence of the night in Frost City. All of the team had already put on the yellow and white heraldic smock of the Papal States on the outside of their armor and encountered the Night's Watch. The other party didn't dare to provoke him, let alone talk about cross-examination. The Papal Guard has a well-known characteristic in Frost City: bullying the weak and fearing the hard.

During this time, because of the election turmoil. There is a curfew in Frost City. Lawrence and his party reached the North City Gate, near the North Harbour Bay, and did not encounter pedestrians along the way. There were no guards around, and Lawrence ordered to dismount and personally remove the grappling hook rope and weapon from the saddle. Torches were planted at every dozen yards in the gates and walls. Lawrence let his men lurk in the corner. Wait for the guards to pass.

There was a commotion and scolding from the guard's room at the city gate, which was the guards gambling. After a while, only one of the guards came out cursing. Lawrence looked over and saw a chubby guard walking slowly on the city wall with a halberd and began his routine patrol. Lawrence waited for the guards to walk away, made a fist with his right hand, and then pointed at the guards on the city wall.

Sir Ridley quietly wound the crossbow with a bolt in his teeth. The guards stinking with alcohol. Even on the thirty-yard wall, it reached Lawrence's nose under the corner. Sir Ridley nodded. Lawrence waved his hand, and Ridley took aim at the guards.

"Whoosh!"

The crossbow bolt hit the guard in the throat, and he didn't make a sound, and fell under the wall. The halberd fell and hit the ground.

"What a sound!" the guards on duty at the city gate became vigilant.

"Haha, I'm afraid Monte got drunk and fell on the wall!" the captain of the guard room scolded with a smile holding his wine glass, "No fuss!"

"Yes, Captain. The young guards at the gates fell silent. Dozens of yards away, the light of the torches did not allow the guards to see clearly on the city walls. Except for the torches, a qiē is under the cover of night.

Lawrence and the others threw their grappling hooks up the city wall and slowly climbed up. The guards looked out of the city facing the sea, not paying the slightest attention to the other side of the wall. Sir Ridley was the first to climb up, drew his dagger, and slowly reached behind the guards. He covered the guard's mouth with one hand, and the dagger slipped the guard's throat. Blood splattered his hand, and he put down the guards and wiped the dagger against his robe. Lawrence waited for everyone to climb up, then made a small gesture and pointed to the gate guardhouse.

"Virginia's girl, cold as the North Sea, hot as the morning sun......" In the guardhouse, the drunken captain and two of his men were singing, and the crunching and shouting of tables and chairs drowned out Lawrence's footsteps. He walked in with his sword in hand.

The captain didn't look surprised: "Yo, this brother, is he here to be on duty for us, if ...... Ahhh

Lawrence stabbed a sword through his chest. His men panicked, but were instantly cut down by the knights.

"Who are you......" The captain struggled with blood spurting from his mouth. Lawrence turned to leave, and Sir Ridley struck off the incompetent captain.

"Quick, pull up the gates and light a bonfire on them!" said Lawrence.

The sky is gradually dawning, and no one in the city knows the sad fate that is about to befall Frost City. The knights turned the ratchet with all their might, the huge ropes rolled up, and the rusty iron gates slowly rose. Lawrence stood on the rampart, looking at the glimmer of light in the night sky of the North Sea. Sir Ridley came over with a torch.

"My lord, are you lighting it now? The fleet hasn't appeared yet. ”

"Are you afraid that the bonfire will wake up the Papal Guard?" said Lawrence, laughing, taking the torch and lighting the haystack.

"The fleet will see, even if they are late, we will follow the military order. Immediately, reinforcements from the city will swarm in, and you won't be afraid of death, will you?"

"Prepare your weapons!" Deman shouted as he drew his sword. The Sea Serpent, with two hundred infantry on board, in addition to more than a hundred sailors, would be the first to storm the gates, if Lawrence had not made a mistake.

"Vice-Commander, look!" shouted the soldiers.

Deman saw a little fire in the darkness in the distance. It was a lit bootfire, and Deman let out a sigh. At the same time, presumably the Papal Guard has also discovered the anomaly. Deman could only hope that Lawrence would hold out until the main force of the Knights landed.

"Clamard, let your team rush up to the tower first. Keep the gates!"

"Understood!" Clamard slammed his axe into the shield several times.

The firelight drew nearer, and the gates were gradually visible by the dawn and the light of the fire. In the distance, there was the sound of metal clashes and shouting, and Deman knew that Lawrence had engaged the Papal Guard. In the harbor outside the North City Gate. There were more than a dozen warships of Frost City parked alone, and the people on the dock had already run away in fear when they saw hundreds of ships suddenly appear on the horizon.

"In the name of the sword, Ula!" Deman shouted.

"Ula, Ula!" the soldiers shouted as they tapped their swords against their shields. Deman's blood swelled as he looked at Castel Sant'Angelo, which stood on the hill, and pointed his sword at it.

"Our goal is there. It's not a city area! Capture there, the secret wine drinking girls in Frost City are all yours!"

"U-la-la-la!"

Deman turned around and saw a fireball flying through the sky from the direction of Frost City. He gasped. Shouted: "Trebuchet, get down!"

With a loud bang, stones coated with ignited asphalt hit the water on the side of the Sea Serpent. The waves were sprayed on the boat with a wave of heat. Deman wiped his face and saw more fireballs thrown towards the fleet. The defenders of Frost City have finally begun to defend. The position of the trebuchet on the ramparts was fixed. The firing range is at most three hundred yards. Therefore, the shooting at the moment is completely blind.

"Hahahaha, is that all they can do? they're afraid they can't even be able to make wine jugs!" Clamard laughed as he stood up.

The soldiers, who had been terrified by the trebuchet's counterattack, regained their encouragement and laughed along.

Deman patted Clamard on the shoulder and nodded. Fireballs kept falling, and in the denser part of the middle of the fleet more than a dozen ships were hit, suffering heavy casualties. The drowning man on fire screamed in vain. The Nord knights, who were heavily armored before the battle, drowned after falling into the water. Sawdust flies, and the mast breaks with a loud noise. But. All the officers on board were loudly cheering up their own soldiers. The soldiers were filled with bloodthirsty fanaticism, and the plight of their companions only strengthened their thirst for revenge.

"It's time to land, hurry!" shouted Deman as he was still a few dozen yards from the snow-covered shore.

"Ula-la-la!"

There was a dull thud, and the boat rushed ashore. Not far away was the Frost City battleship moored at the dock, and the anchor had not yet been pulled. It seems that the Pope's fleet has not been to sea for a long time.

"Enter the city gate!"

The city gate was pulled up by Lawrence's team, and although Lawrence and others were outnumbered on the city gate, the city gate was never taken. Deman led his troops to the city gates, which were old and dilapidated with gray stone bricks, after all, no enemy had attacked Frost City from the sea for hundreds of years.

"Ulalalala!" Clamard roared, his eyes bloodshot, and rushed through the gates first. On the other side of the gate, a group of panicked guards with spears pointed at the gate, and Kramard and his brigade of Raglan men rushed at them with a roar, Deman following close behind. The Raglan easily split the spear with his battle axe, and then split the guard's helmet with a flickering axe, splattering brains and blood. After a few deaths, the guards fled. With blood on his face, Clamard chased after him with an axe.

Deman led the team up the city gate from a stone staircase in the distance. On the walls, Lawrence was outnumbered, and the guards besieged Lawrence and Sir Ridley from both sides. At their feet, corpses lay on the ground, as well as stumps and severed arms and weapons on both sides. Lawrence's face was covered in blood, and the shield in his left hand had been smashed, and Deman slashed his sword behind the nearest guard, who screamed and kicked him off the wall.

"Lawrence, this way!"

Lawrence and Deman and others flanked the guards in front and back, and the guards panicked, unable to parry, and crowded each other. A few minutes later, the bloody corpses of several of the guards were already stacked on the wall, and several other guards were knocked down by the Knights and smashed into meatloaf.

Deman stepped over the corpse and held out his hand to Lawrence. Lawrence grabbed Deman's bracers hard and stood up with his sword in hand. Deman looked at Castel Sant'Angelo towering over the hill in the distance. The northern part of Frost City has been caught in a sea of fire, and subsequent reinforcements from the Knights have landed one after another. The yellow morning light began to shine through the dark clouds on the spire of St. Canaan's Cathedral, and in the north of the city, thousands of torches poured into the north gate like long snakes. The vanguard set fire to the thatched huts in the city, and the black smoke from the fire drifted towards Castel Sant'Angelo in the direction of the wind, and the fire also stopped reinforcements from the south of the city. Castel Sant'Angelo stands alone from his grey walls, defending the Holy See in distress.

"It's finally here, isn't it?" said Lawrence, smiling, bleeding from the scar on his face.

"yes. Deman said. (To be continued......)