Crete and Mareno led the people from the mutual aid association and surrounded the Baron's mansion from several directions. They fired rockets and threw Molotov cocktails into the Baron's castle, making a lot of noise and excitement. The Baron's guards didn't know that this was just a feint, and they still sent people to guard the walls on all four sides. This reduced the pressure on Wang Xiaofeng's frontal attack a lot.
Crete took the team left by Sova and was responsible for the western wall. There was a small wooden tower inside this section of the wall with a sentry inside. In addition, on the west side of the main building of the castle, there were also soldiers hiding behind the battlements and shooting arrows down.
The sentry was the most threatening. He was a good archer, and the tower was lower than the roof and closer to the outer wall, so his arrows were the most accurate. It didn't take long for three of the militiamen to be shot. One was shot in the shoulder, one in the thigh, and another in the stomach. The rest of them were a little timid and didn't dare to move forward.
The militiamen of the mutual aid society were very discouraged. As soon as they came out, they lost the vice president. When they reached the wall, they didn't kill any enemies, but injured three more.
Crete saw their mood changes and was very anxious. His limited military knowledge told him that morale was very important for such a hastily organized team. If the emotions of these militiamen could not be adjusted, the team might lose its combat effectiveness if it suffered more damage.
He gathered the six people in his group who were still able to fight and said, "I'm sure you all feel very aggrieved. Today it's our companions who have been injured and sacrificed. I'm sure you all want to teach the enemy a lesson, right?"
"That's for sure!" everyone responded.
"I have a way to get rid of the guy on the top of the tower. But everyone needs to muster up their courage and cooperate with each other!"
"Okay! Mr. Crete, we'll do what you say! If we don't let this out, we'll suffocate to death!" said a militiaman.
Crete asked several people to find a few window boards and pot lids from nearby houses. Two people were divided into groups, one was responsible for holding up the boards to block the arrows, and the other was responsible for shooting upwards. He asked three groups of people to approach from three directions to attract the archers' attention.
Crete looked at the enemy who was shooting arrows from the upper floor, and suddenly felt a little scared. However, the militiamen were already exposed to the enemy's range. Although there were wooden boards to block their vital parts, their legs and feet were still exposed. In just a moment, another person was hit by an arrow in the calf, but this time they still gritted their teeth and persisted.
No more hesitation!
Crete cast a wind-shoe spell on himself, and when the enemy was shooting arrows, he rushed to the corner of the wall at the fastest speed. Several archers on the roof saw his actions and shot arrows at him, but Crete ran in an S shape to make it as difficult as possible for the enemy to aim. He ran to the bottom of the wall, fell to the ground, avoided the arrow shot from above, rolled, and finally leaned against the wall.
This was a blind spot, and the enemy's arrows could not reach it. He moved along the outer wall towards the tower. When he got to the closest point, he took out the only crystal grenade he had, activated it, and threw it over the wall.
boom!
Crete did not hit the foot of the tower. After the explosion, the tower shook slightly but did not fall down.
However, the archer above was frightened by the noise. The smoke from the explosion was quite scary. He didn't know how many tricks Crete had, but he knew that if he threw this thing upstairs, he would be finished. He threw the bow and climbed down, which gave the militiamen an opportunity. They took advantage of the enemy leaving the bunker and concentrated their shooting. Finally, an arrow shot the archer in the back, knocking him down. Several militiamen cheered and retreated. Two of the shieldmen covered the crossbowmen and retreated to a safe place, and then rushed up to pull Crete back.
"Mr. Crete, you are so brave!"
"I can't do it without you." Crete was still in shock, but he laughed happily, "It will be easy from now on! The people on the roof are not a big threat as long as we keep our distance. Don't worry, just hold them back!"
Sure enough, the guard on the rooftop was obviously not an expert. The two sides shot at each other from a long distance for a long time, but not even a piece of skin was scratched. It was much better than when they were suppressed by the tower just now.
Crete was not in a hurry. His combat mission was to hold these people back and prevent them from causing trouble. He had thought of getting closer and killing one or two enemies, but when he saw the militiamen of the Mutual Aid Society around him who were still fighting despite being injured, he could not bear to do so. Moreover, if he was too reckless and attracted a warrior who was willing to fight, these people would definitely not be able to withstand it.
Crete suppressed his own little thoughts and put all his energy into commanding the battle. He sent people to send back the wounded and mobilized several people from another group to stabilize this front line.
After a while, he heard footsteps behind him, and to his surprise, it turned out to be Doris and Dominic.
Doris's pretty face was full of tear stains, and her eyes were swollen from crying. She walked while sniffling, and it seemed that she had cried heart-wrenchingly.
"No one can stop this little girl Doris. She has to come here, and the people in the Women's Association are worried. So they asked me to follow her." Dominic walked behind her with a worried look on his face, with a long sword drawn in his hand, looking around to prevent anything from hurting the girl again.
Doris walked up to Crete, bowed to him, and said in a hoarse voice: "Mr. Crete, thank you for avenging my brother."
"I'm sorry, I couldn't save him in time. The traitor appeared too suddenly." Crete said in a low voice.
Doris shook her head vigorously and said, "Mr. Crete, this is not your fault. This is all Baron O'Farrell's fault!"
Although Crete sympathized with the girl, he did not waste time on communication. He asked, "But why did you come here?"
Doris stared at the castle, which was blazing with flames and rumbling with artillery fire, and stood there for a while. Then she turned to look at Crete and said in a firm voice, "I, I want to join the real battle. I want to kill the Baron's men with my own hands."
"No." Crete flatly refused.
"Why?" She pointed at the militiamen who were still shooting arrows. "I want to fight like them!"
Crete said: "The first rule of fighting is to obey orders. Hatred may be the driving force of our fighting, but we are not fighting here for revenge and killing."
"I don't understand!" Tears welled up in Doris' eyes again.
"You'll understand later." Crete waved his hand gently, and Doris slowly fell limp under the sleeping spell. He embraced Doris and handed her over to Dominic. "There are still many things to do tonight, let her sleep well."