Mount Michel is actually divided into three parts. It is the earliest and oldest mountaintop building, the Tombstone Church, the Gothic tower and the Saint-Michel prayer hall enshrining the skull of Bishop Auberge; the La Mevière (meaning "miracle") monastery located on the mid-level terrace Buildings.
Finally, the local residents who sought refuge in Mont Saint-Michel to escape Viking attacks established a small town at the foot of the mountain. According to the information provided by the expelled handymen, trainee monks, and believers, the Holy Kingdom's army mainly occupies this part.
Therefore, for Jiang Tian, since it is unrealistic to besiege with an upright army, he should use a small but refined special attack knights and guard company; he can activate multiple module/mode capabilities by himself, and parachute to Saint-Michel with people and ships. On the top of the mountain; just carry out a surprise attack that echoes the inside and outside.
For one of the four major knights in Britannia, Solas, the deputy leader of the Saint Loma branch of the Coldstream Knights, it was an out-and-out disaster. In fact, things got out of hand when he managed to put on his armor with the help of a page boy and rushed out of the chapel.
Not only were the soldiers gathered in the towns at the foot of the Holy Mountain constantly dispersed in the chaos; even the knights arranged in churches and monasteries in the middle of the mountain were suppressed and slaughtered in their own battles. These enemies appear out of nowhere and occupy all geographical advantages.
Whenever knights from the Holy Kingdom rush out of the hiding building and want to join together or launch a counterattack, they will be blocked and disrupted by these enemies who are also knights; and then they will be separated on the narrow mountain road. , or blocked on the steps of city walls and fortresses.
This situation was temporarily changed until Solas inspired the "violent bear power" of the great knight's bloodline. I saw him holding a huge shield as a weapon, swinging and flapping it with ease, easily knocking away or breaking the enemy's slashing weapons, forcing them to retreat.
Solas' heroic deeds also greatly inspired the knights of the Holy Kingdom who were scattered and isolated everywhere and were locked in a bitter battle; as these enemies were continuously repelled, Solas, who was fighting left and right, was like Like a flying needle that shuttled around, the scattered knights were connected together.
Eventually it converged into a raging torrent, one after another, penetrating, expelling, and forcing back the enemies entrenched in dangerous places; squeezing them bit by bit into those corners, platforms, battlements, and crevices that were easy to defend and difficult to attack. The top of the stairs. Until the enemy around the corner suddenly disappeared.
Then, Solas, who was standing at the bottom of the stairs, looked up and saw two unusually tall knights blocking the intersection above him. What these two knights were carrying was not an ordinary weapon, but a small black cannon. , aiming directly at Solas who appeared at the corner of the steps.
"Be careful!" Before Solas could finish his words in shock, the same roar rang out. In an instant, he was holding the large corrugated iron shield in front of him, and was hit by the huge force and was dented. , and then shattered into pieces, and then suddenly pushed him back two steps.
In an instant, Solas felt that the arm holding the shield had been shocked and lost consciousness; something burst out in his chest, and a smell of rust overflowed from his mouth and nose. Then there was another roar, and the iron ball flew dozens of meters away, hitting Solas who was unable to dodge.
The explosion was visible to the naked eye and shattered. The arm he was trying to block hit hard against the thickest breastplate; the fragments burst into dents and shriveled up; he pushed Solas, who was already unconscious, and crashed into the body behind him. Among the knights, they were caught off guard and overwhelmed several people.
While these astonished knights were trying to save and lift up the bleeding deputy commander, and launched another upward attack, the two heavy-armed special attack knights on the steps above had already stepped aside, revealing the On the edge of the platform, several box-shaped long-barreled weapons were ready for use.
In an instant, dense projectile trajectories shot out from these ignited long box-shaped tubes, sweeping across like a close storm. These knights of the Holy Kingdom who were attacking upwards made their armors jingle and screamed in pain. He screamed and kept retreating, pushing out of the steps one after another.
Amidst the screams and dull crashes of missing feet, he rolled and fell down the steep mountain wall beside the stairs, and finally turned into scattered corpses with bloody flesh scattered on the jagged rocks washed by the waves. Immediately afterwards, there were explosive bombs and kerosene bombs, which were projected into the knights' rear team.
Various explosions and flames burned among these knights who had no choice but to hide; more people were knocked over and rolled out of the range of the stairs; some were burned to death, panicking and pushing each other. They were crowded under the mountain wall; in the end, only a dozen knights escaped in panic.
With the destruction of fifty or sixty middle- and high-level knights, including Soras and several other great knights, many people at the foot of the mountain who had been inspired to regain their strength and gathered again to attack under the orders of the officers The soldiers of the Holy Kingdom collapsed in horror and out of control.
This chaos and disorder lasted for several hours before anyone thought of sending out a signal to ask for help from the other side, but it was already too late... Surrounded by a group of monks with faces full of awe and respect, Jiang Tian came to In front of an outbuilding of La Mevière Abbey on the back hill.
Here is a gray-black prayer hall embedded under a huge slab of shale, with a plum blossom-shaped roof, arched windows, and a Roman-style columned verandah. The outer corridors and arched windows were already filled with armed monks wearing leather armor and spiked nail armor, holding iron staffs, maces and pickaxes.
There were even some people holding lightweight hand crossbows, standing ready to be vigilant and on guard for something. Therefore, when they saw the outsiders, they almost shouted loudly: "This is the resting place of the pious. No one is allowed to offend anyone..."
"Stop, in the name of the regular leader of the monks, I ask you to stop and get out of the way." Brother Francechester then raised his hands and stood out from the crowd, shouting at them: "Lee Brother Sturt, Brother Clement, I urgently need access to the underground altar.”
"Francis, have you ever been threatened or held hostage?" One of the leaders of the armed monks who was called also poked his head out of the outer corridor and looked at the few unfamiliar faces gathered among them. He asked: "I swear in the name of God, we will definitely..."
"You are wrong, Brother Clement!" However, Brother Francischester continued to lead the way without hesitation, and said loudly and decisively: "No one can shake my faith and piety, even The Holy Kingdom, or someone else! What’s more, this current conflict has nothing to do with us! Now, I want to accompany a holy and noble man into the underground sanctuary; if you continue to block me, Just please do it! I am ready to sacrifice myself at any time and return to the Holy Light; but I hope you have thought about how to face the consequences and costs..."
"Okay, I will follow your advice..." These armed monks who were stationed outside could not help but look at each other with complex expressions, and focused their attention on a short, fat, thick, brown-armored monk with a fleshy face; however, the other party After hesitating again and again, he finally muttered and stepped aside.
However, as the door of the prayer hall opened, a three-tier altar lit with candles and oil lamps was revealed. Suddenly, several plate-armored knights in black cloaks rushed out from behind. The leading knight not only had a large sable tail pattern embroidered on the chest of his robe, but also had a brown-black horsemane floating on his head.
"Intruder!" The leading mane-helmet knight almost roared: he simultaneously swung out the long-handled broadsword and the huge gauntlet saber in his hand, and cooperated with each other from multiple directions with lightning speed. He swung his chops at Brother Francischester, who was the first to bear the brunt of the blow.
At the moment when the sharp blade reflected his stunned eyes, Jiang Tian suddenly waved his hand lightly, and these plate-armored knights were swept away like mosquitoes and flies encountering an invisible giant swatter, and slammed into the wall on one side. In front of him, he slid down against the wall with a clang, but he passed out and never moved again.
Only the leading mane-helmet knight was left, spitting out a large mouthful of blood, and obvious smoke emitted from his body; he actually stood up again with the long-handled broadsword, and slashed with a few blows again. wave. In an instant, it penetrated Jiang Tian's figure and was staggered and split on the wall.
Then, the roars and roars of the mane-helmet knight stopped abruptly; because Jiang Tianxu had already reached out to reach his neck, pinched his neck from afar, and lifted him up out of thin air. Amidst the heartbreaking sound of metal twisting and rubbing, the beautifully patterned steel neck guard has been deformed and dented.
The next moment, the mane-helmet knight, who was clutching his neck and suffocating, suddenly twitched all over, letting a large amount of warm and smelly liquid flow down from the gaps in the armor; Jiang Tian was slightly disgusted by it. Tossing it aside, like throwing away a rag.
"God is on high!" "Oh God..." Clément and Lister, the leaders of the armed monks who came in after hearing this, couldn't help but swallowed a mouthful of saliva together and sighed in their chests when they saw this scene. He made a sign of the cross. But Brother Francechester's eyes became brighter and brighter.
"Brother Lister, Brother Clement," the next moment he asked loudly and unceremoniously: "Why are these armed men hidden in the monastic sanctuary that only formal members of the order can enter? From what reason? Since then, the monastic vows of the hermit have been broken."
After a while, after clearing the last obstacle, Jiang Tian dug out a descending staircase along the rock wall and was led to the lower level of the prayer hall, which was almost integrated with the slate; there were still ancient Celtic inscriptions on the wall. Decorated with creeping grass, swirls, and twisting snake patterns, it is in a large rock wall cavity.
In the passageway that extends from the rock wall cavity to the outer edge of the cliff, many small and quite secluded rooms were opened; then, Brother Francischester once again sat cross-legged on the edge of the cliff facing each other, a man full of people. The old monk with wild hair and wrinkles on his face said:
"Elder Cecily, please tell this lord whether the unknown guest who was personally placed here by the abbot a few months ago and those who accompanied him are still among them.":
