In the quiet night, the whole of Toledo fell asleep, as if only the night guards on the city wall were scattered, and under the illumination of the torches of the sentry tower, they could barely remain awake.

"kill!"

The sudden roar broke the tranquility.

One thug after another, holding torches, ran left and right in the streets and alleys of Toledo.

The thugs seemed to have taken control of the situation in Toledo in an instant.

No one can stop them.

Even the tough Normans can't do it.

A thug rushes toward the fully armed Henk without fear.

He ran over under Henke's nose and looked at the three Norman Knights and four "cows" on the roadside as if nothing had happened.

Roger watched quietly on the bell tower.

He said to Father Dominic beside him: "You have taken care of it all."

The priest patted his chest: "Don't worry, I've greeted all aspects of the city during the day. Now I have sent out all the deacons and servants in the church. People are watching at every intersection, and nothing can happen."

Roger breathed a little relieved.

He looked at his horse downstairs that was dyed like a "cow".

He remembered that before nightfall, Henk muttered that there were too many dyes, enough to dye the horse back to the black and white spots of zebras.

Roger slapped Henk at the time and beat him up with a funny thought.

Then Roger himself thoughtful.

So he used dye to dye his shield.

......

A violent flame suddenly exploded in Roger's vision.

That's the North Gate.

Almost in an instant, the North Gate was lost.

A fire broke out on the door, and several nearby sentry towers were also "wrapped" by flames at the same time.

The guards guarding the city fell down screaming, not knowing who was poisoned by them.

Roger's heart tightened.

He asked Rubio behind him: "It won't be really wrong, right?"

"Don't worry, sir, I'm just burning at the scheduled location and can't hurt anyone."

A thug cheered beside the flames on the city gate.

Two thugs slowly pushed open the city gate in the door.

Toledo was so open to the enemy without reservation, like a slut who split his legs.

There was silence outside the city gate.

The priest said worriedly: "My Excellency Roger, they did not come."

Roger slapped heavily on the railing: "Send troops and suppress this unhealthy wind in the city."

Rubio sounded the horn.

The streets and alleys suddenly became boiling.

The orders of the "commissioned officers and soldiers" and the roars of the "thugs" mixed together and resounded throughout the sky.

On the road in front of the church, the man was the same just now, and he ran over in front of Henk.

He shouted like a "commissioned officer and soldier": "Don't move, you are already surrounded!"

Then he ran back and shouted like a "thug": "What's wrong with the officers and soldiers? The officers and soldiers are amazing!"

After running a few steps, he turned back and then moved back. He imitated the "official soldier" and shouted: "What are you old people? If you dare to step into my territory, I will dare to cut you."

Then he ran back and shouted in a "thug" tone: "You are against me, you are against Your Majesty!"

Then he seemed to realize something, and he stopped and circled around in the same place.

The three Normans next to him couldn't hold it in, and covered their mouths and smiled "hehe".

In the end, the man didn't think about it anymore. He ran to the side of the road and picked up the iron rod and broke the pot.

He smashed it "bangbangbangbangbangbangbangbangbangbang".

He shouted, "I kill, I kill, I kill.

"I killed you, I cut you into pieces, I cut you into pieces, I cut you into shreds, I chop you into paste, I mix you with olive oil and sprinkle with salt...

"Well, where is the water coming from? Why is there saliva on my chin?"

Roger on the bell tower felt that tonight was a serious moment, so he was so trembling all over.

Roger turned his attention away, afraid that if he held it in, he would cause internal injuries.

He looked at the city gate.

On the city tower, a guard was fighting against the thugs.

They will kill me with one sword and hit you with one blow. They will not be defended and will fight with all their lives.

Seeing that they had been fighting each other for more than a dozen rounds, Roger suspected that these two were the protagonists and could not be killed no matter how hard they were.

There are also fighting under the city gate.

The guards tried their best to open the door, and the thugs were determined to close the door.

Roger covered his face, and he thought that those magical dramas in later generations would not be performed like this.

He turned his head and wanted to tell Rubio to finish work.

But suddenly he saw a cavalry rushing out of the darkness and rushing towards the city gate with murderous intent.

Before the person arrived, the javelin was roaring into the entrance.

The guards and thugs under the city scattered.

The two protagonists on the door also ran away with their heads in their arms.

In the darkness, cavalry after cavalry rushed out.

The cavalry who rushed into the city gate kept stepping onto the street and drilled deeper.

"Here, they are here!"

The priest's voice was trembling, not sure whether it was excitement or fear.

Rubio was quite calm, and he said, "Sir, they are too fast."

Roger also realized that the enemy was drilling into the city too quickly. If this continued, before the rear could enter the city, the cavalry in front would rush out of the preset ambush circle.

Roger decisively ordered: "Heavy soldiers attack and block them."

Rubio sounded the horn.

Neatly arranged heavy-armed soldiers ran out from the streets and alleys.

During a few breaths, they formed a combat formation and formed three rows to block the streets tightly.

Their shields lined up into walls, and spears poked out from the gaps in the shield wall like porcupine's thorns.

The leading knight stopped the horse and threw the javelin.

The javelin was stuck on the large shield, and the heavy soldiers' formation remained unmoved.

More cavalry rushed into the city gate.

They scattered along the city walls and ran to both sides.

The horse running in front fell into the air and the cavalry on the horse was thrown out and flew over the trap.

The cavalry fell to the ground and struggled to get up.

A round shield swordsman ran out of the dark alley next to him, and with just one sword, he ended.

More cavalry rushed to the central street, but their horses consciously stopped in the face of dense spear tips with cold light.

So the cavalry threw javelins one after another.

The javelin was stuck on the shield "crackling", like raindrops hitting the water surface. Although the water surface could not fluctuate, it could not be broken.

Another cavalry tried to leapt through the traps on both sides.

But their running distance was not enough, so they fell into the pit.

A cavalry dismounted and tried to stick to the corner of the wall and circled through the edge of the trap.

Immediately, a round shield swordsman rushed out from the entrance of the alley to block the attack.

In a one-on-one battle, the cavalry dismounted was no match for the skilled round shield swordsman.

More and more cavalrymen were pouring into the city gate, but there was no progress in all three directions, so the cavalry in the open space in the city gate became more and more dense.

Rubio reminded Roger: "Sir, you can't wait any longer, the traps on both sides are almost full."

Roger's hands tightly clasped on the railing, and his knuckles turned white.

He really wanted to keep all three teams of Javelin Cavalry at one time.

But he knew Rubio was right and he couldn't do it.

He slapped the railing in regret: "Order, general attack."
Chapter completed!