Amyra had nothing to do, so she forced Roger to shout.

Roger was helpless and shouted from the air like a Japanese devil: "Sir, don't shoot, don't shoot, my lord."

He took two steps forward, but still stood outside the range of the bow and arrow.

He ignored the bandit's pointing and continued to shout: "The Japanese asked me to bring you a message. As long as you surrender, I guarantee you prosperity and wealth."

A group of bandits on the wooden wall opposite looked at Roger as if he were a fool, wondering what kind of drama he was causing.

Roger didn't care. He was annoyed with Amila and thought that if you force me to shout, I will just yell for you. Anyway, the Arabs behind him can't understand what he is saying.

He continued: "The Taijun said that as long as you surrender, you will get a big golden ticket."

There was a little boss on the opposite side who couldn't stand it anymore. He shouted: "What on earth do you want to do?"

This sentence was clear and clear, and it was obviously not a curse. Roger knew that Amyra would not understand it and had to explain it to her.

He took two steps back and waited next to Amyra and said, "They asked you if you want to do it?"

"Shit!" The bearded Assad pulled out the knife and pointed it at Roger to chop him.

Roger took a few steps back and said unjustly: "It's what they said, not what I meant."

Amyra pursed her lips in anger, puffed out her cheeks, and her cheeks were still red.

Roger was secretly happy. He thought she looked cute when she was angry, like a red squirrel with a mouth full of pine nuts.

Amyra's firm chest rose and fell for a while, and finally she suppressed the breath.

She gritted her teeth and said, "Go and ask them how to let my brother go?"

Roger took two steps forward and said with a stern look on his face: "The princess wants to ask you for a penis."

The bandits on the wall laughed loudly, whistled, gestured, and said nasty things, and some actually took out their words and urinated against the wall.

The little boss smiled and shouted: "Let her come and choose which penis she wants. She can choose as many as she wants, hahaha."

Roger translated honestly to Amyra and said: "They don't know which brother you want, and besides, uh... I dare not say."

The bandits were still performing various obscene moves provocatively.

Amyra, whose teeth were almost broken, said: "You say."

Roger added more jealously: "They want you to go over and sleep with all of them."

The soldiers on the side were furious. They shouted "Fuck them!" and "Beat them to death!" and rushed out.

The angry Amyra pulled out the knife and shouted: "Kill, kill me!"

The remaining Arabs rushed forward. Holding their breath, they rushed up the slope in one breath.

Several soldiers drew their swords and slashed at the wooden door, causing sawdust to fly.

More warriors rushed to the wooden wall. Some stood against the wall and put their shields on their heads, while others squatted and put their shields on their heads, thus forming a ladder.

There were soldiers guarding the side with shields. The soldiers behind stepped on the ladder and reached the edge of the wooden wall that was two people high. They grabbed it and climbed up.

The bandits were laughing so hard just now that they couldn't hold it back. They only realized when they saw that the Arabs were almost stacked on top of the wall.

Several small bosses shouted: "Quick, don't let them come up!"

Each of them led his men along the wall and ran to the ladder of soldiers. They beat them from a high position and beat several warriors who came forward until they retracted their hands.

Although Roger couldn't see what was going on inside the wall, he estimated that there was a platform inside the wooden wall, but the platform shouldn't be very wide.

He saw the bandits huddled together in a mess, hurriedly stabbing with a mess of weapons, but they couldn't let go of their hands and feet because they were squeezed by his own people, and they couldn't use their strength.

The warrior standing on the human ladder held up his shield and carried it hard.

Roger identified the bandits' weapons. They all had swords, guns, swords and sticks, as well as axes and hammers, and some were probably farm tools.

Rather than hitting, the bandits were pushing, knocking their weapons against the warriors' shields.

Some warriors were pushed so hard that they lost their center of gravity and couldn't keep the shield under their feet, so they fell down and rolled down the slope like a wheel.

Those bandits who succeeded cheered as if a score had been scored in a football match.

But in fact, the soldier who rolled down was not injured at all. He got up and shook his head and continued to rush up.

But he had to line up, and other soldiers had already climbed up the ladder.

So the bandits above were wasting their energy again and again.

The little boss just shouted: "Hit him, beat him!"

There were obviously many bandits behind him and they couldn't get forward, so he didn't know how to replace them with fresh troops.

There were also bandits guarding the wooden door. They ran to the platform on the wooden door and stabbed it down randomly with long tools, creating difficulties for the soldiers who were cutting down the door.

Those soldiers put their shields on their heads and followed the bandits to knock on the door, just chopping the door with all their strength.

A little boss shouted: "Bring boiling water! Stop grinding and pour it quickly!"

Two bandits came up carrying a steaming bucket, which fell down with a crash.

Although the soldiers below were wearing shields, they were still soaked to the skin.

Roger estimated that these soldiers would be finished. He knew that burns were very troublesome these days and could easily lead to infection. A large burn would basically lead to death.

But the steam dispersed, and Roger saw that the soldiers' faces were rosy, as if they had taken a bath, and they seemed to be enjoying themselves.

The little boss on the door was cursing: "You are trying to die by bringing unboiled water!"

"Your name is Duan..."

The little leader kicked and hit the bandit who retorted.

The sound of chopping wood sounded again from the door below.

The little leader was so anxious that he lifted up the wooden bucket filled with water and smashed it down.

It was also a coincidence that the bucket covered a soldier from head to knees.

Roger watched as the long wooden barrel slammed into the door and knocked over one of his companions.

Then he couldn't stop and trotted along the slope. This guy was so powerful that he didn't fall down.

But he ran faster and faster, and he couldn't stop even when he got off the mound, and rushed straight into a field overgrown with weeds.

He still didn't stumble and kept running for half a mile, but he still wouldn't fall.

But he couldn't seem to get himself out, so he was just hanging there in the bucket like a headless fly.

Roger couldn't figure out what the man was thinking. No one had time to pay attention to him, just letting him wander around.

Roger turned back to continue watching the battle.

The few archers among the bandits had no one to direct them. They each found their targets, and most of them chose to shoot arrows at the ladder of people gathered together.

They did not injure the shielded and helmeted Arabs, but they missed and wounded several of their own people.

The little leader there waved his sword and cursed, so the archers did not dare to shoot there anymore and went to support the door. Although it did not cause any damage, it also made the warriors who cut down the door busy.

The soldier shouted: "A few people will come to cover, and a few more people will come!"
Chapter completed!