On peaceful days, the semi-closed spherical fort, which resembles the dome of later observatories, is the most famous historical attraction on Lerobel Pier.

They witnessed the glorious pioneering history of Le Rober and even the entire Martinique, confidence, self-esteem, freedom, indestructible and invincible.

The eight-meter-high double-layer fortress is built on a four-meter-high stone platform. From the outer wall to the picked layer, it is made of locally made dense bluestone carved. The frame supported is solid oak that has been dried and anti-corrosion. Even if the stone wall peels off, it can resist direct attacks from heavy artillery.

Its outer contour has almost all-round enclosure, leaving only a white space in the rear fifth, facing the port, dedicated to smoke exhaust and personnel escape.

Its inner part is equipped with the most advanced front-bucket heavy artillery two hundred years ago, with a total of six gates.

The three-ton copper cannon is more than four meters long and is equipped with a special slide gun track, which can cover the 30-degree angle in front of it and has a maximum range of 15 kilometers.

The thick muzzle can easily accommodate thin young men entering and leaving. If they are left to child labor to clean up, no matter how secret the corner is, there will be no dirt left.

Because of this easy-to-maintenance design, the turret here still maintains its peak attack ability after more than two hundred years.

They are the patron saints of the Lerobelites' hearts. As long as they are safe and sound, even in the current bad situation of being besieged by the British, the Lerobelites have the courage and determination to withstand the disaster of war.

Because in their opinion, the British warships could not approach Lerobert. As long as they held on for a while, the powerful guard fleet would rush into the bay and send the pirates with the rice flag into hell together with their broken ships.

防卫舰队,万岁!勒罗贝尔,万岁!

The Leroberts, who firmly believed in victory, cheered quietly in the streets and alleys with guns. No one thought that there was a woman who was climbing like a spider on the turret they were proud of...

Release your left hand, move your elbow joint upwards, and drop down.

Then there is the right foot, right hand, left foot, back to the left hand, and repeating itself.

Henna uses the insect fighting technique that is mainly circulated among male Assassin, and it is one of the most extreme climbing techniques.

The technique itself has no unnecessary name. The technique refers to the barbs between the foot of a multi-pedal worm. It uses a bandage to fix the fine and uniform tilt tips on the fingers and toes. It can achieve limited force by slowly pressing, and supports the body to achieve the effect of silent climbing in an impossible environment.

Because the use mode of oblique edge wins by quantity, the technology does not require too much material for the edge edge itself. The tip of the knife, needle, or even the stone edge and wood thorn in extreme environments are competent.

But because climbing is purely based on the power of the ten fingers, most women cannot achieve technical results due to innate conditions. Henna has conducted systematic learning due to her father and younger brother, but she cannot meet the minimum requirements of Assassin's standard and climbed a vertical castle with an elevation of twenty meters.

Her physical fitness limit is ten meters perpendicular, and except for the initial four-meter base, the angle of the ball wall always increases in proportion, which gives her a rare possibility of reaching the top.

She climbed quietly on the wall, neither fast nor slow, and her light and stable movements minimized the noise. Even if it was just a stone wall, the people in the fort could not find the threat of the wall coming.

海娜就这样攀到了球面的最高点.

The strength of the limbs was almost exhausted, but she had overcome the biggest difficulty for her after all.

She gasped for a few lightly, bent down and loosened the bandages of her fingers and toes, took back the exposed skin, carefully retracted the untied bandages into her pocket, and then replaced the slings from her pocket.

吊索是接下来的关键.

The spire of the fort is essential to mark the flagpole to which it belongs. Henna wraps the sling around the pole, fits it and falls, and hangs herself to the second floor like a spider hunting position.

There are no stars, no moon, no lights, no fire, and the semi-closed turret forms a sudden darkness, which not only deprives Henna of her ability to see things, but also perfectly hides her into the darkness and turns into an upside-down ghost.

她闭上眼.

All kinds of noisy sounds are filled with breathing, dreams, snoring, grinding teeth, the cold wind echoing in the dark room, the extremely limited footsteps mixed in the middle, and the strange frictions.

There are sixteen people on the second floor, three are awake, thirteen are asleep, five are sleeping unsatisfied, and only one is moving when they are awake.

The first layer of breathing sounds can be distinguished are forty-two, four are awake, and two are moving.

The number of people is basically the same as the 42-mounted cannon. Henna did not rush to make a decision, so she calmed down and listened for a while.

The second floor turned into eighteen people, with several breaths stacked together, but the awakened people did not change. Henna had locked their positions, and through the echo of the wind, she confirmed that there was no obstacle between herself and the awakened people.

这简直是她能想到的最优状态.

Henna suppressed the surprise in her heart, reached out and pulled the sling tightly, rolled her straight over, and her soft barefoot was lightly placed on the ground, but she didn't step on it, but just stabilized her body shape with a tiptoe.

She still closed her eyes, closed her eyes, listened, and swung her right hand and four red velvet flying knives were pinched to her fingertips.

她最后一次确认.

Front, eleven o'clock, nine meters, the person's breathing sound was ambiguous, probably facing the bay and his back was facing himself.

Front, two o'clock, seven meters, this person has been whispering to the food of the fort. The logic is very clear and has been complaining for a long time.

On the side, at nine o'clock and four meters, he was moving towards ten o'clock, his steps were very light, as if he was afraid of waking up others.

由远……及近!

Henna's eyes suddenly opened, and the moment her eyes opened, she waved her arm and four flying knives took off her hands one after another!

The first one flew along the breathing of the whistle, penetrated from the back of the head and pierced out of the nasal cavity.

The second person sniffed the complaining sound and pierced three feet below his mouth, and the throat was vital.

The third and fourth ones flew out almost at the same time. The third one first pierced the nasal cavity of the walker. The walker covered his face and made a painful sound before making a short whistle. The fourth knife had already arrived with the sound, penetrated the back of his head directly along the mouth, piercing the brain stem into two pieces.

The walker fell to the ground, and the limited noise was drowned by the noises all over the room. No one noticed that there was an assassination in the darkness. The three night-time people died tragically on the spot in a moment. Only the lamb who stayed in front of Henna was left with the entire layer of lambs that were still unknown.

Henna pulled out her short knife inch by inch, loosened her sling, and reached the ground barefoot.

She started to listen to the sound of her breathing and floated silently to the first target.

She stretched out her hand, pinched the other person's mouth and nose accurately in the darkness with her left hand, strengthened the other person's jaw bones, and waved the knife with her right hand and penetrated deeply into the side neck. The blade turned and cut open the blood vessels, throat, vocal cords and trachea inside.

The victim trembled with a whimpering cry, his strength quickly weakened, and blood gushed to the wall along the side cut blade, and he stopped struggling for a moment.

The first one, then the second one, the third one...there was less and less lively breathing. When Henna stood up for the thirteenth time, the entire second floor had turned into a dead domain.

“该下一层了……”

Her lips shaped her mouth and her voice blended into the darkness, without revealing it at all.

夜,俱寂.
Chapter completed!