Roger shuddered and turned half to the right.

"He's a Norman..."

Roger saw a patrol soldier pointing at Linardi.

"He is not Lu..."

Roger shouted: "Kill!"

At the same time, the officer opposite shouted: "Catch it!"

Roger went to pull out the sword hanging from his left waist with his right hand.

The officer's hanging sword suddenly lifted up and stabbed Roger's throat.

Roger leaned back and raised his shield with his left hand to knock the officer's sword open.

The shield obscured his vision.

He drew his sword with his right hand.

He didn't even look at it, sweeping across the sword.

The sword swept through the lower edge of the shield.

He felt a stagnation in the sword's power, as if he was chopping into the mud.

He did not put down his shield directly.

He smashed his shield forward.

The shield hit the officer's chest.

The officer vomited pink blood foam and fell backwards.

Roger swung his sword with his right hand.

The sword caught up with the officer's head and split it apart.

Dark red blood gushed out of the cracked skull, with white pieces.

The gray-white intestines with bloodshots also flowed out of the officer's open belly.

Roger kicked and pulled the sword with the momentum.

The officer flew backwards like a rag doll, slumped in the corner.

Roger turned around and rushed into the battle group.

He slashed a soldier who was facing him with one sword, and even cut off his arms and head.

Another sword stabbed into the other soldier's chest, who had not yet come back to his senses.

Wait for him to pull out the sword.

He saw that there were no enemies standing in the alley.

The soldiers of the patrol fell to the ground in a row.

Blood is flowing.

Several personal guards held swords in their backhand and killed the enemies who were still moaning one by one.

So there was only heavy breathing sounds left in the alley.

Roger quickly counted the heads.

No casualties were found in their own people.

He threw the sword like he was throwing away an umbrella.

He said, "Go!"

So the Normans left quickly.

They stepped on bloody footprints and ran towards the city wall.

After climbing to the city wall, Henk lit the prepared signal torch.

The torch came out of thick smoke, facing straight upwards.

Not long after, Roger saw a ship turning out from behind the headland on the sea outside the city wall.

His subordinates have tied ropes on the walls.

So Roger took the lead, and they slid down the rope one by one.

Roger stood on the flat boulders on the shore waiting for the boat to dock.

He heard a keen ear and shouted to the city wall.

He turned his head to see the sword behind the wall reflecting the rising sun.

The ship has come across.

The sailors threw out the cable, the guards took it, and pulled the boat towards the boulder.

Someone shouted on the city wall: "Arrow!"

Roger jumped and jumped onto the deck.

Henk, Rinaldi, and the guards jumped onto the deck one after another.

The last guard loosened the cable he was pulling.

Arrows shot towards the ground.

The Normans on the ship raised their shields to protect themselves and the sailors who were driving the ship.

Finally, the guard jumped up and was about to step onto the side of the ship.

An arrow pierced into his shoulder.

The guard slid on the side of the boat and fell into the air.

Roger grabbed the guard's arm.

A wave of sea storms came.

The unsecured boat shook for a moment, and the side of the boat hit a huge rock on the shore.

Roger watched the guard's legs break by the ship's side and the huge rocks.

Henk helped Roger and pulled the guard onto the ship.

The man's thigh was only half left, and the splattered blood wet the ship's side and deck.

His face turned pale and he murmured:

"My shoes, I lost my shoes, my shoes sink..."

The captain ordered the sailing.

An enemy slid down the rope from the city wall.

More and more arrows are shooting.

The boat floated hard in the waves and started moving slowly.

Then the sail was pulled up, and it filled the wind and bulged violently.

The ship shook and gradually began to accelerate.

The guards threw out the javelin, and several enemies who were chasing quickly fell on the rock screaming.

A sailor was shot in the arm.

He gritted his teeth and insisted on continuing to sail.

The ship is getting farther and farther away from the shore.

The arrows were shot into the water.

Roger heard someone in the pursuit shouting, "Go to the wardrobe, use a crossbow and a catapult."

On the city wall, the weapons reflected the sunlight and shook, heading towards the whistle tower guarding the iron chains.

The ship is accelerating slowly.

The whistle tower lit a wolf smoke calling the police, and a sound of fighting came.

The ship is accelerating slowly.

The screams of the whistle gradually disappeared.

The ship is still accelerating slowly.

A thick black shadow shot from the sea, which was the huge arrow of the bed crossbow.

It smashed the side of the ship, tore a sailor, took his upper body and fell into the sea on the other side of the ship.

The ship is still accelerating slowly.

Another crossbow arrow shot, smashing the wooden barrels on the deck, and shattered thorns flew.
To be continued...