A Guide to Becoming a God Starting from a Monastery

This gave the assault troops ample room to maneuver.

Anyway, the goal of this battle is not to destroy the enemy, but just to destroy the catapults and corpse ammunition.

Once the fire is lit, you can retreat.

No matter how strong the enemy is, most people can still retreat.

However, they did not expect that there was more than one enemy ambush in the tunnel, and an ambush broke out in another one.

Being trapped from both sides, there is little hope for the attacking troops to withdraw.

Fortunately, I had already prepared a backup plan...

Thomas's face darkened because he saw something happened to the ambush troops on the other side.

With a loud shout, someone jumped high from the mound and landed directly in the tunnel.

Specifically, the rear exit of the tunnel.

Dozens of Turkic soldiers have already rushed out of the tunnel, but more are still moving rapidly in the tunnel and have not yet come out.

But little Balbo jumped directly into the crowd.

The moment he landed, the sword in his hand was already covered with a layer of yellow light, and he slashed it across the wall of the tunnel!

Countless pieces of gravel and soil were lifted up by his power and scattered onto the heads and faces of the Turks.

Then little Balboa didn't stop at all, and rushed through the crowd like a mad tiger, killing anyone he saw and slashing at any enemy he encountered. In one hand, the long sword flashed with yellow light, and in the other hand, the long sword was filled with mist.

The sky is full of dust, mud and fog!

In the dark, visibility is already very poor.

In fact, there were not many night battles in this era, because most malnourished people suffered from night blindness and could not move at night.

Therefore, even the elite soldiers selected from the Turkic army still lacked experience in night combat.

Little Balbo shook off his two swords and immediately started to fight invincible among the crowd.

Wherever the sword flashed, blood sprayed and screams filled the air. However, due to the influence of dust and fog, it was impossible to organize any effective resistance.

Not to mention that the Turkic soldiers in the tunnel were caught off guard, even the hundred or so soldiers who had rushed out were at a loss when they found that they were attacked from behind and didn't know what to do.

Chapter 293 Night Raid 7

Inside the tunnel, little Balbo spread out his two swords and not only did not retreat, but instead moved forward.

Under the cover of fog and mud, the Turks were caught off guard and he completely controlled the rhythm of the battle.

With his twin swords, he had slain dozens of men in a matter of moments. The earth sword in his right hand swung open and closed, slicing across the ground and tunnel walls, stirring up even more dust. With one strike, he sliced ​​through both armor and the men. Wherever the sword's edge touched, there were broken arms and limbs.

The water sword in his left hand wielded swiftly, each strike releasing a puff of mist. He targeted the gaps in armor, especially the neck. Anyone blinded by the dust would be immediately attacked by the water sword.

His heart was pounding and streams of hot blood rushed to his body.

That mysterious feeling appeared again.

The situation around him seemed to be under his control. He clearly sensed every move of the enemies around him. Not only that, he also anticipated the enemy's next move and took action accordingly.

His movements seemed fast but were actually slow, yet he was able to conserve his energy while delivering a fatal blow to the gaps in the enemy's defense.

His body instinctively felt it... as if he had reached a certain limit and was now blocked by a membrane-like barrier, unable to transcend.

As long as we can break through this barrier.

Then it seems that he can cross the boundaries of a certain life and enter another level.

This requires him to further stimulate himself through fighting, and to repeatedly attack that layer of obstacle in the fight between life and death.

at this time……

He suddenly felt vaguely that there seemed to be a very powerful guy nearby, hiding in the dark and observing him quietly.

Not far ahead, separated by five or six people, he was looking at him through the gaps between them.

Just by looking at it, that strange premonition made him alert.

Little Balbo stopped his attack and instinctively wanted to keep some distance.

This pause didn't matter, because the power that had just surged from deep within his body, coming from nowhere, disappeared.

The passion for fighting suddenly disappeared, replaced by indescribable fatigue.

The elite are the elite after all, and there are essential differences in physical fitness between them and the protectors of the country.

Humans themselves are a race that can only fight at full strength for a few minutes!

Then little Balbo suddenly understood something.

For him, if he wants to reach that higher realm, he must never stop fighting, let alone retreat!

Only in the infinite passion of battle, only in constant fighting, can one unleash one's potential wave after wave, and only when one pushes it to the limit can one touch or even break through that barrier.

But now there was no other way! He took a step back. That step was God's will, the law, and the obstacle given to him by instinct.

On the other side, a Turkic officer wearing gorgeous armor pushed through the crowd and slowly approached.

"Interesting, truly interesting. A mere elite soldier actually stopped our army!"

These are not ordinary troops, but one of the few elite troops under the Sultan.

Apart from anything else, the fact that they are able to accept night combat missions and do not suffer from night blindness proves that everyone has a good nutritional supply.

This era is already unusual.

He held the scimitar in one hand and stroked his carefully trimmed goatee with the other, seeming to be lost in thought.

"Although they're only elite warriors, their extraordinary strength is truly impressive," he concluded. "Besides, they also have a significant advantage in terms of weaponry!"

In such a narrow tunnel, dual swords are indeed more useful than spears, halberds, etc.

"Besides, his physical talent is also very strong! Both his vision and judgment are first-rate."

He strolled leisurely, commenting on each point, and did not take little Balbo seriously at all.

It's not that he looks down on the other party, but everyone can see that little Balbo is already at the end of his strength.

Little Balbo had been fighting intensely for more than ten minutes just now. At this moment, wisps of white gas were emanating from the gaps in his armor all over his body.

Under the armor, he was sweating profusely and almost exhausted.

His feet felt empty, his steps weak, and his breathing was so intense that it could be heard even through his helmet.

These are all signs of exhaustion and being on the verge of death.

Considering the battle he just fought, he must have killed dozens or even hundreds of people. His current state was completely understandable.

Two fists cannot beat four hands, and a hero cannot defeat a large number of people.

Being able to hold back an army of a thousand men for over ten minutes with the strength of one person, and even killing dozens of them, was no longer a normal performance for an elite warrior.

Even if this was due to the specific geographical advantage they occupied, it was enough to be proud of. Even among the elite, this was extremely rare.

"Boy, I'll give you a chance to surrender!" said the Turk.

Little Balbo spat on the ground and raised his swords again.

He was a son of an aristocracy, born into a prestigious family, and was young and energetic. Naturally, he had the pride of being an aristocrat.

As a Christian knight, how could I surrender to these pagans!

"If that's the case, then go to hell!"

The Turkic man stepped forward, and as if by magic, a scimitar appeared in his hand.

The knife flashed by, and little Balbo raised his right sword to block it, and the tip of the sword swept across the wall of the tunnel, bringing up a wave of earth and rocks to hit the opponent.

But the opponent's feet seemed to be assisted by God. He took a step to the side and completely avoided the attack of earth and rocks.

At the same time, a blow fell on little Balbo's sword.

The powerful force made little Balbo's wrist numb and the sword was directly broken.

Little Balbo was horrified. This power... and this point of support...

This Turkic man is at least half a step away from being a protector of the country!

But there was no time to react, because another knife had already fallen.

Balbo's right hand felt numb, and his sword was knocked away. The remaining force carried the sword far away, but he couldn't pull it back to block. He could only use his left hand to block the second blow.

The second blow was even more powerful.

The palm of his left hand ached violently, and he was about to lose his grip. The longsword was shattered once again, unable to be retracted.

"Die!" the Turk roared and chopped down the third knife.

This time, little Balbo had nothing to block.

Moreover, the force of this blow was so great that even little Balbo, wearing heavy armor, could not withstand it.

A black shadow flashed above my head.

A huge black shadow leaped over the tunnel!

An invisible vacuum blade fell from above his head, cutting the half-step protector of the country into two pieces from top to bottom.

"Little Balbo, come up quickly!" A voice sounded above his head, outside the tunnel.

Little Balboa was saved from the desperate situation and recognized the voice of Knight Andrea.

Relying on the strength inspired by escaping from a desperate situation, his two swords glowed with a pale yellow light and stabbed into the wall of the tunnel. The swords seemed to be stuck to the wall of the tunnel, and he actually climbed up with the help of this force.

As soon as my feet touched the ground, I fell to my knees due to exhaustion.

A hand reached out from above, gently lifted his body, including his armor, and placed it on the horse's back.

The horse immediately began to run, so fast that even little Balbo, who was used to riding famous horses, felt dizzy.

It took only a dozen seconds for the horse to stop, and little Balbo realized that he was already under the walls of Smyrna.

A hanging basket had already been lowered from the city wall.

Andrea abandoned his mount and took little Balbo up to the city in a basket.

"Little Balbo, thank you for your hard work." Thomas was waiting on the top of the city wall.

"Grand...Grand Commander...how is the situation?"

"Thanks to your efforts, most of the people were able to retreat," Thomas said sincerely. "That's amazing!"

Even Thomas was amazed that they could achieve this.

One person can stop a thousand troops, this should be something that only the defender of the country can do.

Chapter 294 Different Paths

This night raid seemed massive, but in fact it only lasted half an hour from start to finish.

Of the one hundred people sent out by the Knights Templar to attack, only five knights and seventeen soldiers did not return. For a Knights Templar with only three hundred official members, this loss was actually quite considerable.

The last time we fought a defensive counterattack, we killed thousands of enemies, but the Cavaliers didn’t suffer so many casualties!

But regardless, the strategic goal was achieved. The trebuchets and the pile of corpses were burned. While the trebuchets could be rebuilt and the rotting corpses could be collected, it would take time.

The weather is getting colder day by day, and the effectiveness of using rotting corpses to spread the plague will also decrease day by day.

If you miss this time window, this trick will be useless.

the other side.

Ferdinand felt quite regretful about this battle.

He didn't expect that the enemy cared less about the cannons than the corpses, and as a result, he misjudged the position of the ambush, missed the opportunity to fight, and failed to capture all the enemies.

On the contrary, we suffered considerable losses.

But it was only a pity, not regret, because this small loss was actually insignificant to the Turkic army.

That is to say, the number of ways to eliminate the enemy has changed from one hundred to ninety-nine.

The next day, the Turks continued their tunnel work.

For the next few days, nothing noteworthy happened. The Turks continued to drop incendiary bombs on the city and dig tunnels.