Two Hundred and Four

In peaceful days, the semi-enclosed spherical fort, shaped like the dome of the later observatory, is the most famous historical attraction on the Le Robert Pier.

They have witnessed the glorious pioneering history of Le Robert and even the whole of Martinique, 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 overhang, it is carved with local bluestone. Oak, even if the stone wall is peeled off, can resist the direct hit of heavy artillery.

Its outline is almost completely closed, leaving only the rear one-fifth open to the air, facing the direction of the port, dedicated to smoke exhaust and personnel escape.

Its interior is equipped with the most advanced front-loading heavy guns two hundred years ago, with a total of six guns in total.

The three-ton copper cannon is more than four meters long and is equipped with a special sliding cannon track, which can cover a 30-degree angle in front of it, with a maximum range of 1.5 kilometers.

The thick muzzle can easily accommodate a thin young man in and out. If it is handed over to child labor to clean it, no dirt will be left in even the most hidden corners.

Because of this easy-to-maintain design, the fort here has maintained its peak attack capability for more than two hundred years.

They are the guardian gods in the hearts of the Le Roberts. As long as they are safe and sound, even if they are currently under siege by the British, the Le Roberts have the courage and determination to survive the war.

Because in their view, the British warships can't get close to Le Robert. As long as they hold on for a while, the powerful defense fleet will rush into the bay and send this group of pirates with the Union flag together with their broken ships to hell. go.

Long live the Defense Fleet! Long live Le Robert!

Believing in victory, the people of Le Robert cheered softly in the dark streets with their guns on their shoulders. No one could have imagined that there was a woman climbing on their proud fort like a spider...

Release the left hand, move the elbow joint up to half an arm's length away, and then drop down.

Then the right foot, right hand, left foot, back to the left hand, and so on.

What Hana uses is the insect fighting technique that is mainly spread among male Assassins, and it is also one of the most extreme climbing techniques.

There is no superfluous name for the technique itself. In terms of techniques, it refers to the barbs between the feet of myriads. Use bandages to fix the fine and uniform slanted fronts on the pads of the fingers and toes, and use slow pressure to achieve limited leverage to support the body. Achieve the effect of silent climbing in the environment where climbing is impossible.

Because the use mode of the oblique edge is to win by quantity, the technology does not require too much material for the blade itself. The tip of the blade, the needle, and even the stone edge and wood thorn in extreme environments can be used.

But also because climbing relies purely on the strength of the ten fingers, most women cannot achieve technical effects at all due to innate conditions. Haina had studied systematically because of her father and younger brother, but she couldn't meet the minimum requirements of Assassin's standards, climbing a vertical castle with a height of 20 meters.

Her physical limit is ten meters vertically, and except for the original four-meter base of the turret, the angle of the ball wall has always been proportionally increased, which gave her the rare possibility of climbing to the top.

She climbed on the wall quietly, neither fast nor slow, and her light and steady movements minimized the noise. Even though there was only a stone wall apart, the people in the fort still failed to detect the threat from the wall.

In this way, Henna climbed to the highest point of the sphere.

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

She gasped a few times, bent down to loosen the bandages on her fingers and toes, and shed back the bare skin. She carefully put the bandages back into her pocket, and took out the sling from the pocket.

The sling is the next key.

The spire of the turret must be marked with the flagpole to which it belongs. Hana wrapped the sling around the pole, fell down, and hoisted herself to the jump on the second floor in a head-to-foot posture like a spider hunting.

No stars, no moon, no lights, no fire, the semi-enclosed fort formed a sudden darkness, which not only deprived Haina of her ability to see things, but also perfectly hid her in the darkness, turning her into a ghost hanging upside down.

She closes her eyes.

The ears are filled with all kinds of noisy sounds, breathing, dreaming, snoring, teeth grinding, the dark wind echoing in the dark room, and the extremely limited footsteps mixed in the middle, as well as all kinds of strange frictions.

There were sixteen people on the second floor, three were awake, thirteen were asleep, five of the sleeping people were not sleeping deeply, and only one of the awake people was moving.

There are forty-two breathing sounds that can be distinguished on the first floor, four of which are awake and two of which are moving.

The number of people is basically the same as that of the four-two artillery. Haina did not rush to make a decision, so she calmed down and listened for a while.

There were eighteen people on the second floor, and several breaths overlapped together, but the people who were awake did not change. Hana had already locked their positions, and through the echo of the wind, she confirmed that she was between the people who were awake. Nothing stands in the way.

This is simply the best state she can think of.

Hana suppressed the surprise in her heart, stretched out her hand and tightened the sling, turned her body upright, her soft bare feet touched the ground lightly, but she didn't step on it, she just stood on tiptoe to stabilize her figure.

She still closed her eyes, closed her eyes, listened, and flicked her right hand, and the four red velvet throwing knives were caught by her fingertips.

She confirms one last time.

Front, eleven o'clock, nine meters, this person's breathing sound is vague and indistinct, probably with his face facing the bay and his back facing him.

Front, two o'clock, seven meters, this man has been complaining quietly about the diet of the fort, the logic is very clear, and he has been complaining for a long time.

Sideways, nine o'clock, four meters, he is moving towards ten o'clock, his steps are very light, as if he is afraid of waking others.

From far...and near!

Hai Na's eyes opened suddenly, and the moment they opened, she waved her arms, and the four throwing knives were released one after another!

The first one flew quickly following the sound of the watchman's breathing, penetrated from the back of the head, and pierced out of the nasal cavity.

Hearing the sound of complaining, the second one swept obliquely, and pierced three feet below the mouth, where the throat was critical.

The third and fourth were shot out almost at the same time. The third knife pierced the walker's nasal cavity first. The walker covered his face and cried out in pain before making a short whistle. The fourth knife had already arrived , along the mouth and straight through the back of the brain, piercing the brainstem into two parts.

The walker fell to the ground, the limited sound was drowned out by the noise of the room, and no one realized that there was an assassination in the dark, the three nighthawks died tragically on the spot in a short while, and only those who remained in front of Haina There are lambs who are all over the whole floor and don't know the disaster is coming.

Hannah drew out the dagger inch by inch, let go of the sling, and touched the ground barefoot.

Hearing the sound of breathing, she started lightly, and drifted soundlessly to the first target.

She stretched out her hand, pinched the opponent's mouth and nose with her left hand in the dark, and slid off the opponent's jawbone. She stabbed the knife deeply into the side neck with her right hand. With a twist of the blade, she cut open the blood vessels, larynx, vocal cords and trachea inside. .

The victim groaned and trembled, his strength weakened rapidly, blood spurted on the wall along the side incision, and he stopped struggling after a while.

The first one, then the second, and the third... The sound of fresh breathing became less and less, and when Haina stood up for the thirteenth time, the entire second floor had turned into a dead zone.

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

Her lips were mouthed to speak, and her voice melted into the darkness without revealing a single bit.

Night, all silent.

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