Roger had an idea and asked: "Dulles, how many people do you think Heller will bring out to arrest us?"

"Of course, the more, the better. He is eager to catch us all and not let any one of us go."

Roger felt that Dulles was right. He thought that although Heller was smart, he was too greedy.

Roger said: "I have a guess, there should be no one in that village now."

"It's very possible, but so what, we can't get in. Heller is coming around the valley. If we go back, we will run into him head-on."

"I mean we just climb over the wall and go in."

"Climb over the wall? That's impossible. We can't build a ladder that high."

"What about adding ropes? First set up a ladder, and then use ropes to tie the upper wall stacks."

"Rope, where did we get the rope? There's not even a piece of cloth."

Dulles pointed at the crowd and showed that everyone was naked.

"There is."

Roger pointed to the gallows at the city gate.

Two corpses were hung by ropes, dangling in the wind.

"Oh my god, why didn't I think of that? The rope used to hang people is also a rope."

That's because you're used to it, Roger thought. This is called inertial thinking. Fortunately, I haven't been here long.

…

A human ladder was set up, and a thin man was throwing a rope loop on it.

"The rope is too short, we can't reach it!" he shouted.

Roger understood the problem. The wall stack was too wide, and a large loop of rope was required to cover it, which took up a long section of rope.

Roger looked at Peter hanging on the wall and thought: I'm sorry, I took advantage of you when you were alive, and I will take advantage of you now that you are dead.

The human ladder was set up again, and a thin man climbed up, climbed up by the rope that once hung the body, climbed over Peter's body, and climbed over the wall by climbing the rope that now hung the body.

Roger was worried that a guard would suddenly appear and knock down the thin man, but he didn't.

The hanging basket was put down and someone climbed up.

More ropes were lowered and more people climbed up.

...

"Godfather, Heller is here."

"Let him wait."

Roger continued to recite the prayer, and Peter's body was properly buried.

Then Roger ate bread, drank beer, and walked to the stone wall.

He saw several guards standing guard below.

"Where's Heller?"

"Let's go," said a slave on guard on the wall. "I cursed a lot before I left. Who knows what he was talking about."

The slave smiled again and said: "I guess he said: 'Mom, wait and see', that's what I said when I lost a fight before."

Roger looked at the guards below, obviously to prevent them from going down the wall again.

He thought that Heller was not taking advantage of words, he was planning to catch them all.

He thought that this bloody battle was inevitable, and no one would back down until it was a life-and-death fight. However, this would not be a one-sided massacre.

Now the slaves were well fed, armed with the spears they found in the arsenal, and they were well positioned to defend the city walls.

Roger thought, come on, who is afraid of whom?

Roger searched his memory and read a lot of theoretical knowledge on the past life online, but he had zero real experience in defending the city.

Baron Rollo has always acted recklessly alone, and he was never taught how to lead people to defend a stronghold.

He suddenly discovered that the only attack and defense battle at the mountain stronghold that he could be considered personally involved in was actually the farce between the Arabs and the bandits.

Something is better than nothing, Roger thought, and he shouted:

"Ready to fight!

"Boil the water. Use all the pots. It's boiling. I don't want bath water, I want boiling water that can peel off the skin.

"You, that's you, take a few people to guard here; you, take a few people to guard there. Don't huddle together, you won't be able to exert your strength in a huddle.

"You guys in reserve, don't go to the wall for now. When the people above are tired, you can replace them and take turns to fight.

"Pour water on the village gate and pay attention to fire prevention. Move the stones to the village gate. If they break the door, you use stones to smash it."

A slave shouted: "Can you do the ore?" "Do you want a beer barrel?"

"Anything that can kill someone will do."

Someone else shouted: "Do you want to move the sulfur ore powder up?"

Roger asked: "Which way is the wind blowing now?"

A fool took a stone and threw it up. The stone fell straight down and hit his foot. He covered his foot and shouted:

"Blow down, the wind blows down!"

Roger ignored the slaves' play. It was good to laugh before the battle, which could dispel fear and tension.

He raised his saliva-stained thumb. The wind was blowing in the wrong direction.

He said: "Put it aside for now, you won't need it now."

Roger racked his brains to think of what else he needed to prepare, but he couldn't think of anything. He was tired and sleepy. So he closed his eyes and took a rest.

"Enemy attack!" "Heller is coming!"

Roger woke up with a start.

"Get into position and enter the position!"

Roger shouted, with a tired look on his face, and ran up the wooden wall of the village with a spear.

Heller and his entourage came into view.

Roger saw their empty prison van parked in the distance.

He saw someone taking an ax to chop wood in the forest, and they were struggling for a while.

He saw the ladder and the bumper appear.

But Heller and the others did not attack immediately.

Some of them were on guard, others began to eat, and then rested after eating.

Roger knew that he still lacked experience. He didn't need to be so nervous just now. He made everyone wait in vain and wasted his energy.

But now he doesn't dare to ask people to go back and rest.

The other party moved.

Roger saw Norton directing the formation. A group of guards were facing the gate of the village carrying wooden blocks, and several groups of guards were spread out with ladders facing the wall.

The remaining guards were also divided into small teams and lined up behind the wooden ladder.

Roger saw Heller sitting on the roof of the prison car watching the battle and waved his hand.

Then he heard Norton, who was standing behind the guard, shout: "Forward!"

The guards lined up and pressed forward slowly, slowly and slowly.

Roger saw that the queue of guards was not neat and their steps were chaotic.

When they got closer, Roger saw that all of them had tense faces and panic in their eyes.

Roger was very sorry that he did not have any archers. According to theory, there should be several rounds of volleys at this time.

Most of the guards on the opposite side were wearing simple leather armor. A volley of bows and arrows should have a good effect, but unfortunately he could only think about it.

"charge!"

"Drink" "Ha"

Under Norton's order, the guards who were more than ten steps away from the stockade rushed forward with shouts.

The wood hit the wooden village gate with a clang, causing the entire gatehouse to shake.

Ladders were put up on the wall one after another, and guards immediately climbed up on the ladders.

"Smash it, push the ladder away, hit it accurately, push it, push it hard, hit him, hit him..."

Roger was giving instructions incoherently on the wooden wall. He was looking at this and yelling at that, and it was chaotic.

…

"Kill", "beat him", "smash him", "can't push him"

…

"Don't fucking squeeze me. I can't use my strength."

"Go away, useless things, look at mine."

…

"The people behind are eating shit and they haven't come up yet." (Greek)

"What did he say?" (Arabic)

"The godfather said that I will replace you when you are tired." (Greek)

"What did you say?" (Arabic)

…

"You should guard against that."

"You're so long-winded. If you don't hurry up, I'll kill you!"

…

"Boil the water, get the water on!"

"Burn it dry!"
Chapter completed!