Eagle Byzantium

Courage can be inspired by various factors, such as honor, friendship, responsibility, and of course beauty, interests and even money. It is just a result. Even if the starting point is not noble, it can often give rise to nobleness. consequences.

From the moment he collected Beatrice's remains, Wright decided to become a brave man for her in death, even though she would not take him seriously in life.

In the wind in mid-air, he was lonely. All his comrades below were looking at him to see what was up there, whether there would be an ambush by brutal pagans, and the frightening sound coming from the knotted rope of the tower. Along the rope, it spread throughout Wright's body, so It looked like it could break at any time, but he kept calling Beatrice's name, "I hope you will protect me in hell and give me strength and courage. After I succeed, I will definitely beg the Orthodox and Catholic churches for help." The priest will perform a soul atonement ceremony for you.”

Finally, Wright put his hands on the window sill of the tower. After all, he was familiar with this technique. Then Wright struggled to push up half of his body with his elbows and mustered up the courage to climb in.

"Going in!" After seeing Wright crawling into the small tower like a gecko, several soldiers with their heads raised shouted excitedly. Then they held hands and put several long ladders upright against the city wall. Because the walls of the Acropolis of Antioch are too high, all the ladders cannot be completely erected to the crenellations. There is still some distance left to be solved by Wright!

In the room on the first floor of the small tower, Wright saw a soldier holding a knife, standing at the stairs over there. Then the two looked at each other, and Wright understood and did not dare to leave without any delay. Come over and place the rope hooks on your back one by one on the grooves on the window sill and on the wall hooks where the armor is hung. After buckling them one by one, he stretched out his hand and threw down all the ropes. The soldier who climbed up the ladder to the top took the rope and tied it to the end of the ladder. He then leaned over and tied the rope to the top of the ladder. The sword swayed, and he climbed up along the rope again in a thrilling way...

"Is that Pragit below? Why did I hear the sound of ropes and people crawling? Pragit, Pragit!" At this moment, the Turkic officer came from the second floor. The voices of questioning were getting louder one at a time.

Praget hurriedly held the knife, and Wright, who held the dagger, leaned on both sides of the stairs, one on the left and the other on the right. After a while, curses sounded from the second floor, and the fire began to sway from the stairs, followed by footsteps. The Turkic officer and several other soldiers and servants were rushing down the spiral staircase. The shouts of "enemy attack, there is enemy attack here too" echoed in the night sky.

"Don't back down, keep climbing up, and risk your life!" Under the city wall, three ladders fixed by ropes and hooks were trembling. Soldiers were lying on them one after another, and they filed up. First, Climb to the top of the ladder, muster up your courage, grab the rope and continue climbing up the smooth city wall, which is about four feet.

"Bastard..." A Turkic soldier ran down from the second floor and saw the Christians climbing up on the window sill opposite. They rushed out of the stairs holding torches and machetes like a whirlwind.

The scimitar stretched out from the side, and the light went straight from the running man's throat and cut to the root of the back of the neck. The face of the Turkic soldier who gritted his teeth froze, then separated from the neck, and spun on it in a circle, and then grunted Lu, he jumped over the body lying on the floor and rolled a long way away.

The Turkic soldier in the back had quick eyes and quick hands. He drew out his scimitar and stabbed Pragit diagonally in the ambush. Pragit shrank back, and the tip of the knife pierced the stone wall of the room, and sparks of calcium carbide exploded.

"Ah!" Wright over there mustered up the courage, held the dagger, and rushed out with a diagonal stab. The Turkic soldier screamed - the dagger stuck firmly in the artery between his shoulder and neck, and blood spattered. When it came out, it was like a fountain suddenly gushing out. Wright's eyes were blinded by the fishy smell, but he still stirred the dagger there until the opponent stopped twitching. The torch rolled down on the steps, and the entire stairway was filled with darkness.

"Go to hell." At the corner, the Turkic officer wearing a turban and cowhide armor suddenly jumped out from the darkness and stabbed him with a knife.

Wright gritted his teeth and pushed the dying soldier with the dagger in his neck, blocking the officer's blade. At this moment, Pratt also rushed to help, but the officer grabbed the soldier's body again - Pratt Kit's knife struck the corpse's head and wedged it deeply into it.

The officer flew up and kicked Prajit out of the stairs.

"I know you, murderer!" Wright's eyes were not sure whether they were stained with blood or filled with anger. He shouted angrily. The enemies in his field of vision turned red. He rushed over and hugged the officer's waist with both hands, holding on for dear life. Pushing forward, there was a muffled sound, the officer howled, and the back of his head and back were knocked hard against the stone wall of the stairs, leaving dust floating in the air.

Then he threw it hard, causing both of Wright's feet to float up and hit the stone wall. Wright could almost hear the sound of bones breaking, "The leg is broken, the leg is finished!" and then fell to the ground.

The officer cursed, holding the handle of the knife with both hands behind his back, raising the blade high, ready to stab down, completely piercing Wright's back lying on the ground.

Suddenly, a ball of fire flashed and burned his beard and face. The severe pain made every inch of his skin twist. The officer screamed and dropped the knife on the stairs. Ben Ben covered his burning face with both hands and stumbled.

Wright grabbed the torch he had picked up, "Go to hell, murderer of women!" He used all his strength to throw the man to the ground, rode on him, and then stuffed the torch into his big mouth. The guy's eyeballs were about to burst out, flames and smoke came out of every hole in his face, hissing, his face was bloody and shaking violently.

Wright shouted, and with his other hand he grabbed his burning hair and headscarf, pulled it up, and knocked it down, pulled it up, and knocked it down again, one after another, until the man turned into a pile of burnt rotten meat. Then, he raised his head on the corpse, shook twice, and fell to the side with a tilted thud, curled up, and gasped for breath after surviving the disaster.

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Although his consciousness gradually blurred, Wright could still hear the sound of his comrades jumping in and shouting for help. Wright seemed to be in a wonderful fantasy. His body was light and he saw the beautiful meadow by the Orontes River. Beatrice, like a beauty, was riding her mule. She stretched out her hand and smiled, saying goodbye to him, and then walked slowly towards the verdant Daphne jungle surrounded by mist, disappearing from his sight. Wright heard her thanking him, so he also laughed and fell into the darkness... (To be continued ~^~)