After crossing the large brick battlement, Jiang Tian immediately came face-to-face with an armed guard who was about to poke his head out; and then the next moment, he quickly grabbed the opponent's face and strangled Chi Chi who was close by. screamed, and then swung it off the city wall with a little force.
After a short exclamation and a dull crash, everything returned to calm, and Jiang Tian also landed lightly inside the city walls. But the sound of footsteps with iron boots quickly approached from a short distance away. At the same time, someone asked: "Sos, you are running around alone again."
The next moment, a team of four people wearing half-body ring curtains and nose helmets arrived, but the battlement where Jiang Tian was was missed. Just as they were looking at each other, Jiang Tian suddenly appeared from under the inner wall of the city wall and suddenly grabbed one person's calf and dragged him to the ground.
With lightning speed, he knocked down another soldier with a small trumpet on his waist; then Wuxia pressed the other man's head and face, and smashed it against the city battlement; Red and white colors; the last person can pull out a straight military sword.
However, before he could get into his stance and thrust, he was hit in the head by Jiang Tian who took off his helmet with his backhand. His eyes immediately turned blank and he missed the thrust. He was also slapped by Jiang Tian who passed by. His neck was bent 90 degrees, and he fell to the ground silently.
At this time, Jiang Tian knelt down and briefly checked the objects carried by the corpses. Only then did he discover that the coats and vests of these soldiers all had a red baby fish embroidered with silk thread. In his memory, this seemed to be the exclusive mark of one of the famous mercenary groups in the south.
Of course, according to some unspoken rules of the kingdom, there is a high probability that they are the private soldiers of a certain powerful noble or big shot. Due to long-term suppression by the kingdom, the number of knights, retinues and personal followers of these powerful local factions with territories was limited.
Therefore, some people will find ways to use the name of certain mercenary groups that exist abroad to name the excessive weapons they have raised privately. They usually act like ordinary mercenary groups outside and accept various military services. Only then did he secretly recall some of them.
In the political struggle of the kingdom, you can strengthen your own defense force, or participate in the assassination of political opponents, disguise yourself as thieves, horse bandits, bandits, etc., and conduct sneak attacks on territories and looting activities. He has also become one of the driving forces behind the turbulent regime changes in the capital in recent years.
Therefore, in a sense, these mercenary groups, which have their own backing and background, and have been tempered by long-term military missions abroad, are not much worse than the Kingdom's standing army in terms of equipment and training; in some aspects, they are even better than those in the south. These are military formations that have not participated in war for many years.
After a while, Jiang Tian dropped the touched corpses outside the city again; using a lead rope, he dragged several tied rope ladders up from the bottom of the wall one after another, and tied them and fixed them on the inside of the city battlement; this Then he put on the red baby vest and the half-body lock curtain and continued to step forward.
In the following time, there were faint screams from the wall, and human bodies continued to fall. Jiang Tian, who was disguised and sneaking, had a military straight sword in one hand and a hook-edged ax in one hand; just like chopping melons and vegetables, he killed all the patrols and armed guards he encountered on this city wall.
Until he arrived near the only main entrance of the Boragero Castle; he was able to see clearly the general interior space of the monastery/castle. But it was far wider than he imagined. In other words, the castle itself is composed of a small section of valley cut off by a wall.
Therefore, on the top of the gentle mountain with its back, not only is a large spring water flowing down in several branches, converging into a pool hundreds of feet in diameter; there are also small wooden fences scattered layer by layer on the artificially repaired mountain top. Orchards, vegetable plots and some fences and sheds for raising livestock;
It just kept rising and falling, extending to the inside and bottom of the city wall. On the slope beside the pool, stands the main building of the original monastery; as well as the brick wings, round towers and sentry towers, wooden warehouses, dormitories, large kitchens, etc. that were subsequently added.
In front of the monastery there is a large, spacious courtyard surrounded by brick walls. In addition to flowers, the nursery in the courtyard also grows crops that appear to be herbs and spices. During this period, there are also a number of patterned pillars, large and small springs, and altars.
It's just that most of these scenes that were supposed to be beautiful and peaceful were ruined by others. The flowers and crops in the nursery not only withered due to lack of care, but were also trampled to pieces. The pillars and altar were full of black marks from the barbecue, and the spring pool was also polluted.
All kinds of garbage and excrement are scattered all over the courtyard, attracting swarms of mosquitoes and flies. Near the outer wall of the monastery, the reliefs full of religious stories and mythological connotations were also dug into the potholes of the bridge, and at least dozens of dried corpses were hung up.
Judging from the brown robe and the texture of the sleeves of the barefoot corpse, it is clear that it was the former owners of the monastery here - the monks and monks, as well as the lay believers who followed them to practice together. As the culprit of all this, most of the members of the Hongwa mercenary group have disappeared.
I don't know if he is extremely relaxed or is still sleeping soundly; at this moment, there are only a few guards leaning on the shadow of the wall at the main entrance of the castle, yawning every now and then. But this also facilitates Jiang Tian's further actions. He just thought briefly and walked around the city gate to the other end.
After a while, Jiang Tian, who had to change his clothes because he was stained with too much blood, returned to the inside of the main entrance of the castle. The more than twenty guards and patrol soldiers on the other end of the city wall have all turned into mutilated corpses, or rotten meat that fell into the mountains and forests.
When he walked up the outer steps to the castle gatehouse, a sergeant who was stationed with a hatchet and hammer and an iron leaf neck protector more than other soldiers suddenly stopped Jiang Tian with a certain Italian dialect. "Who is your sergeant major? The third detachment should not be stationed at the gate today..."
The next moment, a straight sword was thrown at him and pierced his mouth, causing his questioning to come to an abrupt end. However, the change at this moment alerted several other soldiers hiding in the corner; while Jiang Tian picked up the ax and hammer, someone also shouted: "The enemy is attacking..." "Prepare for war..."
In an instant, as if a hornet's nest had been overturned, many soldiers in armor and robes suddenly poured out from the left and right exits above the city gate with noisy voices. I saw them with ferocious faces and screams, outflanking Jiang Tian from left and right...
However, the next moment, they stared at Jiang Tian with their mouths open, and suddenly jumped inward and flew into the courtyard above the city gate. Then, the mercenaries on the top of the city screamed and were missed by arrows fired from a distance, but the soldiers on the other side of the city came to support them.
In the space below the patio, there were densely packed mercenaries standing or lying on the ground. Most of them were disheveled or simply shirtless; and among them were a dozen women with unkempt hair and dirty faces. ; Spread straight on the ground like a corpse.
They just stared with their mouths agape as they descended from the sky and trampled on the struggling comrade who died; then, a burst of shouting and anger broke out and they suddenly surrounded him. There were fierce, muffled blows and screams all over again, and people flipped over and their horses flew out.
In the end, less than half of the mercenaries who fell to the ground dispersed again amidst the shouts from behind, revealing Jiang Gao standing on a pile of intertwined human flesh pads. Then there was a man with thick hair like a wild beast, wearing plate chain armor and a mask. A tall dual-wielding swordsman wearing a horned helmet walked up to him.
In an instant, he swung the German-style sword that was higher than a person's height, and slashed through the air like a spinning hurricane towards Jiang Tian who was on top of the crowd. In an instant, flesh and blood flew everywhere, splashing like rain, staining the faces of the mercenaries watching. However, among the broken limbs and broken bodies on the ground, there was no one left.
This heavy-armored dual-wielding great swordsman wanted to say something boastful, but he heard the mercenaries behind him scream in shock. The next moment, a hand suddenly pressed on his face out of thin air, blocking the view of the horn-covered helmet; then there was a sudden sharp pain in the face, and he lost consciousness.
I saw that the nose guard and facial pocket on the face of this heavy-armored swordsman were almost deeply dented; he fell straight on his back without making a sound; the dual-wielding Germanic swords that fell from his hands were caught by Jiang. He hooked it up with his feet, then held it with one hand and danced several sword flowers: "Next, it's my turn again..."
After a while, following the flashing signal on the castle wall, groups of soldiers of the First Guerrilla Regiment of the Southern Freedom Army jumped up from their shelter on the roadbed one after another, and rushed through the zigzag mountain road at one go; They rushed to the castle gate, but couldn't help but stop.
Because, with the pungent smell of blood hitting his face, large streams of blood were continuously flowing out from the gap under the door. Then, there was a clanging sound and a heartbreaking pushing sound; the castle door opened from the inside out, revealing a figure standing alone in a pile of corpses holding a sword.
"By the way, why are you so slow? You asked me to wait for a long time..."
"Sir..." The next moment, these soldiers were half-kneeling on the ground without hesitation, saluting in unison with respect and admiration to that figure. At this time, in the main building of the monastery, someone reacted in panic and rushed out from the main entrance of the chapel armed with weapons.
However, they had followed and occupied the commanding heights inside the city gate, which was like a small castle. Commando Second Lieutenant Rafael also commanded his men, and used fire blunderbuss and crossbows to attack them head-on from above, knocking them over, knocking them down, and driving them back again. .
