On the Seven Towers

Crete and Mareno led the people of the Mutual Aid Society to surround the Baron's mansion from several directions. They fired rockets and threw Molotov cocktails into the Baron's castle, making a lot of noise and excitement. The Baron's guards didn't know that this was just a feint, and they still divided their forces to watch the walls on all four sides. This reduced the pressure on Wang Xiaofeng's frontal attack a lot.

Crete took the team left by Sova and was responsible for the western wall. There was a small wooden tower inside this section of the wall, with a sentry inside. In addition, on the west side of the main building of the castle, there were soldiers hiding behind the battlements and shooting arrows down.

The sentry posed the greatest threat. He had good archery skills, and the tower was lower than the roof and closer to the outer wall, so the arrows he shot were the most accurate. It didn't take long for three militiamen to be shot and injured. One was shot in the shoulder, one was shot in the thigh, and another was shot in the stomach, and the injuries were quite serious. The rest of the people were a little timid and dared not move forward.

The militiamen of the Mutual Aid Society felt very discouraged. As soon as he came out, the vice president was killed. When he reached the wall, he didn't kill any enemies, but injured three more.

Krit saw their emotional changes and was very anxious. His limited military knowledge told him that morale is very important for such a hastily organized team. If the emotions of these militiamen cannot be adjusted, the team may be completely ineffective if it suffers more damage.

He gathered the six people in his group who could still fight and said, "Everyone must feel very frustrated. Today, our companions have been injured and sacrificed. Everyone must want to teach the enemy a lesson, right?"

"That's for sure!" Everyone responded.

"I have a way to get rid of the guy on the tower. But everyone must be courageous and cooperate with each other!"

"Okay! Mr. Krit, we will do what you say! If we don't let out this breath, we will be suffocated to death!" said a militiaman.

Krit asked several people to find a few window panels and pot lids from nearby houses. Two people in a group, one is responsible for holding the wooden board to block the arrows, and the other is responsible for shooting upwards. He asked three groups of people to approach from three directions to attract the attention of the archers.

Krit looked at the enemies who kept shooting arrows from the upstairs, and suddenly felt a little scared. However, the militiamen were already exposed to the enemy's range. Although there were wooden boards to block the vital parts, their legs and feet were still exposed. In just a moment, someone was hit by an arrow in the calf, but this time they still gritted their teeth and persisted.

No hesitation!

Krit cast a wind shoe on himself, and rushed to the corner of the wall at the fastest speed when he saw the gap between the enemy's arrows. Several archers on the roof saw his actions and shot arrows at him, but Krit ran in an S shape to make it as difficult as possible for the enemy to aim. He ran to the bottom of the wall, fell to the ground, avoided the arrow shot from the top of his head, rolled, and finally leaned against the wall.

This is a blind spot, and the enemy's arrows can't reach it. He moved along the outer wall to the position of the tower. When he got to the closest place, he took out the only crystal grenade on his body, activated it, and threw it over the wall.

Boom!

Crete didn't hit the foot of the tower. After the explosion, the tower shook slightly, but it didn't fall down.

However, the archer on top was frightened by the noise. The smoke from the explosion was quite scary. He didn't know how many tricks Crete had, but he knew that if he threw this thing upstairs, he would be finished. He threw the bow and climbed down, which gave the militiamen an opportunity. They took advantage of the enemy leaving the bunker and concentrated their shooting. Finally, one arrow hit the archer's back and knocked him down. Several militiamen cheered and retreated. Two of the shieldmen covered the crossbowmen and retreated to a safe place, and then rushed up to pull Crete back.

"Mr. Crete, you are so brave!"

"I can't do it without you." Crete was still in shock, but he laughed happily, "The next step will be easy! The people on the roof are not a big threat as long as they keep their distance. Don't be anxious, just hold them back!"

Sure enough, the guards on the roof were obviously not masters. The two sides shot at each other for a long time from a long distance, and they didn't even get a scratch. It was much better than when they were suppressed by the tower just now.

Crete was not in a hurry. His combat mission was to hold these people back and prevent them from causing trouble in the front. He had the idea of ​​getting closer and destroying one or two enemies, but looking at the militiamen of the mutual aid association who were still fighting despite being injured, he couldn't bear to do that again. And if he was too reckless, if he led out the warriors who would fight, these people would definitely not be able to hold on.

Crete suppressed his little thoughts and put all his energy into commanding the battle. He sent people to send back the wounded and mobilized several people from another group to stabilize this front.

After a while, he heard footsteps behind him. To his surprise, the people coming were Doris and Dominic.

Doris's pretty face was full of tears, and her eyes were swollen from crying. She sniffed as she walked, and it seemed that she had cried heartbreakingly.

"No one can stop this little girl Doris. She must come here, and the women's association is worried. So let me follow her." Dominic walked behind her with a worried look, with a long sword drawn in his hand, looking around to prevent anything from hurting the girl again.

Doris walked up to Crete, bowed to him, and said in a hoarse voice: "Mr. Crete, thank you for avenging my brother."

"I'm sorry, I couldn't save him in time. The traitor appeared too suddenly." Crete whispered.

Doris shook her head vigorously and said: "Mr. Crete, this is not your fault, this is all the fault of Baron O'Farrell!"

Although Crete sympathized with the girl, he had no time to waste communication. He asked: "But why are you here?"

Doris looked at several castles that were blazing with fire and rumbling from shelling. She stood there for a moment, then turned to look at Crete and said with a firm voice: "I, I want to join the real battle. I Someone who wants to kill the Baron himself."

"No." Crete flatly refused.

"Why?" She pointed at the militiamen who were still shooting arrows, "I want to fight like them!"

Crete said: "The first step in fighting is to obey the command. Hatred may be the driving force for our fighting, but we are not fighting here to kill for revenge."

"I don't understand!" Tears gathered in Doris's eyes again.

"You will understand later." Crete waved his hand gently, and the sleeping spell made Doris slowly fall down. He hugged Doris and handed her to Dominic. "There are many things tonight, let her Have a good sleep."

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