Chapter 205

In peaceful days, the semi enclosed spherical fort, which looks like the dome of the observatory of later generations, is the most famous historical attraction on the Le Rober wharf.

They witnessed the glorious pioneering history of lerobel and even the whole Martinique, with self-confidence, self-esteem, freedom, indestructibility and invincibility.

The eight meter high double-layer fort is built on a four meter high stone platform. From the outer wall to the cantilever layer, it is carved with local dense bluestone. The supporting frame is solid oak that has been dried and antiseptic. Even if the stone wall is peeled off, it can resist the direct attack of heavy artillery.

Its outline is almost closed in all directions, leaving only the last fifth in the open air, facing the direction of the port, dedicated to smoke exhaust and personnel escape.

Its interior is equipped with the most advanced front loaded heavy guns 200 years ago, with six guns in total.

The three ton copper gun is four meters long and is equipped with a special sliding gun track, which can cover the front 30 degree angle and has a maximum range of 1.5 kilometers.

The large muzzle can easily accommodate thin young men. If it is cleaned by child labor, no matter how secret the corner will not leave dirt.

Because of this easy maintenance design, the fort here has maintained its peak attack ability for more than 200 years.

They are the patrons of Le Rober's people. As long as they are safe, Le Rober people also have the courage and determination to bear the disaster of war, even if they are besieged by the British.

Because in their view, the British warships can't get close to le Rober. As long as they stick to it for a period of time, the powerful defense fleet will rush into the Bay and send this group of pirates with MI flag and their broken ships to hell.

Long live the Defense Fleet! Long live lerobel!

The Le Robel people who firmly believe in victory are carrying guns and whispering cheers in the dark streets. No one wants to get it. At present, there is a woman climbing on their proud fort like a spider

Release the left hand, move the elbow up to half arm distance and fall.

Then right foot, right hand, left foot, back to left hand, cycle.

Haina uses insect fighting, which is mainly spread among male asahins, and is one of the most extreme climbing techniques.

There is no superfluous name in the technology itself. Technically, it refers to the barb between the feet of polypods. The bandage is used to fix the fine and uniform oblique front in the belly of fingers and feet, and the limited force is completed by pressing slowly, so as to support the body to achieve the effect of silent climbing in an impossible environment.

Because the use mode of oblique edge is to win by quantity, the technology does not have too many material requirements for the edge itself, and the blade tip, needle and even stone edge and wood thorn in extreme environment can be competent.

But also because climbing purely depends on the strength of ten fingers, most women can not achieve technical results because of congenital conditions. Haina had studied systematically because of her father and brother, but she could not meet the minimum requirements of asasin standard and climb a vertical castle with an elevation of 20 meters.

Her physical limit is ten meters vertically, and the angle of the ball wall of the fort keeps increasing proportionally except for the initial four meter base, which gives her a valuable possibility to climb the top.

She climbed quietly on the wall, neither fast nor slow. Her light and stable movements minimized the noise. Even if there was only a stone wall, the people in the fort still couldn't find the threat of the wall.

Hena climbed to the highest point of the sphere.

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

She gasped gently, bent down, loosened the bandages on her fingers and toes, faded back her bare skin, carefully took the bandage back to her pocket, and changed the sling from her pocket.

The sling is the next key.

The turret spire must be marked with the flagpole to which it belongs. Haina wrapped the sling around the pole, fell down, and hung herself to the pylon on the second floor like a spider hunting in the posture of her head and feet.

There is no star, no moon, no lamp, no fire. The semi closed Fort forms a suddenly closed darkness, which not only deprives Haina of her ability to see things, but also perfectly hides her in the darkness and turns her into an upside down ghost.

She closed her eyes.

Ears are filled with all kinds of noisy sounds, breathing, dreaming, snoring, grinding teeth, the Yin wind echoing in the dark room, the very limited footsteps mixed in the middle, and strange friction.

There were sixteen people on the second floor. Three were awake and thirteen were sleeping. Five of them were sleeping soundly, and only one of them was moving.

The first layer of distinguishable breathing sound is 42, four are awake and two are moving.

This number was basically the same as the guns configured in 42. Haina was not in a hurry to make a decision, so she calmed down and listened for a while.

The second floor became eighteen people, and several breaths were stacked together, but the awake people did not change. Haina had locked their position, and confirmed that there was no obstacle between herself and the awake people through the echo of the wind.

It was the best she could think of.

Haina held back her surprise, stretched out her hand to tighten the sling, rolled straight, and lived on the ground with soft bare feet, but did not step on it, but just stabilized her body with a tiptoe posture.

She still closed her eyes, closed her eyes and listened. As soon as her right hand shook, four red velvet throwing knives were clamped to her fingertips.

She confirmed it for the last time.

Front, 11:00, 9 meters, the man's breathing voice is ambiguous, probably facing the Bay and his back to himself.

Front, 2:00, 7 meters. This man has been whispering about the diet of the fort. The logic is very clear, and he has complained for a long time.

Side, nine o'clock, four meters. He is moving towards ten o'clock. His steps are very light. He seems to be afraid of waking others.

From far... To near!

Haina's eyes suddenly opened, and at the moment when Yanqing opened, she waved her arms and four throwing knives took off again!

The first one flew rapidly with the sound of breathing following the whistle, penetrating from the back of the brain to the nose.

The second one glanced obliquely at the sound of complaint and plunged three feet under the mouth, which was the key to the throat.

The third and fourth shot out almost at the same time. The third pierced the walker's nasal cavity first. The walker covered his face and made a painful sound before making a short whistle. The fourth knife came with the sound, went straight through the back of the brain along the mouth and pierced the brain stem in two.

The walkers fell to the ground, and the limited sound was drowned by the noise of the whole room. No one found that they had experienced an assassination in the dark. The three night watchers died miserably on the spot in a moment. In front of Haina, there were only lambs throughout the whole floor who did not know the impending disaster.

Haina drew out the short knife inch by inch, loosened the sling and reached the ground barefoot.

She listened to the sound of breathing, started quietly and floated in front of the first target.

She held out her hand, held each other's mouth and nose accurately in the dark with her left hand, and removed each other's jaw. With her right hand, she deeply stabbed her side neck with a knife. With a turn of the blade, she cut the blood vessels, larynx, vocal cords and trachea inside.

The victim moaned and trembled, his strength weakened rapidly, and blood gushed on the wall along the edge of the side cut knife. After a while, he stopped struggling.

The first, then the second and the third... There was less and less fresh breathing. When Haina stood up for the 13th time, the whole second floor had turned into a dead area.

"It's time for the next floor..."

Her lips were in the shape of a mouth, and her voice melted into the darkness without revealing a trace.

The night is silent.