As soon as Gawain finished speaking, more than a dozen members of the Brotherhood sheathed their swords, and then followed the steps of the Grand Duke towards the towering Rosellenta, with Wright and Bramson following behind, and then the Italian veterans, who all covered their shields in cloth sheaths, and their swords were strictly inserted into black sheaths, and there were no torches, and it was forbidden to speak, one after another, coiled along the mountain path, hand and foot together, clutching the lonely pine branches, turning over the cliffs and rocks, and the wind swept in their ears, It's like a witch's terrible mockery.

When passing by the trunk of the tree where Prajtte had shot two arrows, Gawain paused for a moment, looked at the black night, pulled out the blue-white bark brought out by the arrows, and the upper and lower scars, and then plucked up his courage and said to himself in his heart, "Don't back down." ”

He was also gambling feverishly, and was clearly taking advantage of the opportunity to compete for Bohemond's exploits:

It turns out that why Prajit chose to shoot arrows into Gawain's camp? When Adalbello and Beatrice had been executed, the Armenian mercenary, out of a sense of justice, could no longer bear the brutal murder of the Christians by Yagy, fearing that Yaggie would kill the patriarch next. And that day, through the firing port of the tower, under the bright sunset, he saw his good friend Doyakum, and also saw the other lords of the pilgrims, but among all of them, only this tall brown-haired and blue-eyed general, who was constantly using Turkic language, trying to save the lives of the poor captive men and women, Prajit's eyes looked at Gawain walking around below, even if the other party did not feel it, but he believed that this was the holy apostle who had descended on the earth, and he was more worthy of trust than the indifference of others.

Therefore, Prajit decided to sell the tower he was defending to Gawain, rather than the other lords.

On that night patrol he shot the first arrow tied with a cloth with trepidation, and the next day in the daytime he saw that the arrow had been taken away, and knew that the other man had already known his thoughts, and on the second night patrol he regained his courage and fired a second arrow at the same trunk, and then a figure came out of the bush by the tree, and took the arrow away at once, as if waiting there.

In the second piece of cloth, Pragit agreed on the time and signal, almost at the same time as the traitor of the "Sansadoni Asta" over there.

Therefore, when the two elite troops were not far apart, they were also advancing towards the towers of different positions on the Acropolis at the same time.

Let Bohemond monopolize the merits, just kidding, how could Gawain be willing? Even if he can hand over the Acropolis to this person, Gawain will rely on his own merits to gain a foothold in his heart, which is the brainchild of his discussion with Anna!

The sound of the fire sickle, the fireworks illuminated Gawain's resolute face, and it also passed in front of the eyes of Androdart, who was holding the drawing, and then it was fleeting, leaving a blue-black afterimage, which was still in the vision of the two of them, "That's right, among the things that Diognes threw at me before leaving, there was indeed a topographical path map around the Acropolis of Antioch that he had drawn beforehand. It seems that the guard is still inclined to agree with me in his heart. Gawain thought to himself, sticking to the rock, gasping and stuffing the drawings into the hanging bag on his belt, "Anderodat, tell the people behind you, we're going exactly right, keep going." ”

Over there, Bohemond and the others had already walked to the place under the tower, and everywhere was pitch black, and the other patrols with torches at the head of the city had already gone around there, and all of them continued to crouch behind the shadows and rocks under the city walls, and they did not even dare to make a sound.

Doyakum slowly stood up, made up his mind, and shouted two Greek words to the city, "We are here to deliver tokens!" ”

After he shouted these words vigilantly, he lowered himself again, and the wind was still blowing, passing over everyone's heads, "Damn, will anything happen?" Werner, who was lying on the ground, whispered, and then, with a long, low friction sound, he pulled out the blade of his sword upside down, refracting a flash of light, and Godfrey next to him hurriedly stretched out his hand and closed it back with a pout, "Wait patiently, my relatives and comrades, there is no battle that does not have the Lord's test of our wisdom and patience." ”

After about a quarter of a quarter, a head stuck out of the tower window and replied, in not very fluent Greek, "Then hand over the token." ”

Bohemond blinked, climbed to the new Bohemond, then stretched out his fingers, gritted his teeth, and plucked the ring that had always been worn there, the thing shone faintly but beautifully, and turned twice between Bohemond's fingers, "Mother, help your son in hell" and the ring was handed to his Turkic servant, and then placed in the rope winch that hung from the window of the dark tower, and pulled it up with a single stroke.

"Hurry, hurry" Tankred next to him, raised his body and saw the patrol with torches, as if he was beginning to turn back direction, and walked towards the tower again, and couldn't help but beat the end of the scabbard with his feet anxiously.

Behind, all the knights and sergeants, some slowly approaching, some still on patrol, but all the anxious eyes were fixed on the tower into which Lord Bohemond's ring had been contained.

There was a slight sound, and everyone was so frightened that they retreated a little, and in the shadows of the city, a soft ladder woven with vines and ropes was thrown out of the mouth of the pheasant battlement, and hung down the wall, with a voice from above, "Hurry up, the patrol is coming soon, and you must come up with at least fifty people." ”

"Sir, I'll go first." Anxious to show his devotion to the Christians, he stuck his scimitar behind his back, and was the first to grab the end of the ladder and climb up with a stagger, and the wind was so fierce that it felt as if he were about to be blown down.

"Uncle, I'll follow," and suddenly, Bohemond, with his equally eager nephew, shoved Tanfred behind him—and in his place were several Norman sergeants who climbed up. In an instant, the other lord's subordinates all walked out of the dark shadow, and they all quickly approached the direction of the soft ladder, and the footsteps suddenly became urgent, echoing everyone's hearts.

About three minutes later, Gawain, Anderodart, and Wright all climbed over the one-man wall of rejection and leaned against the wall of Rosellenta, and next to them were twenty veterans in the same pose, and the remaining eighty veterans, with Bramson with them, all leaned down on the side of the wall of rejection, ready to respond—either to attack or to flee.

In advance, Gawain and a few people have discussed - climb the ladder up, the first round of twenty people is enough, and many people will make mistakes.

In the dead night, the wind was raging, and Wright grabbed the masonry behind him to see if it was secure, and then he raised the small pickaxe he was carrying, and struck it seven times in a row.

The voice was a little faint in the wind.

But after a while, someone also poked his head out of the middle floor of the tower and shouted, "John. Oakhill".

And the name of this patriarch happens to be the agreed joint code. (To be continued.) )