"Hey, wake up! Sergeant, Sergeant Cereso, look, someone has come from St. Fil Avenue." The duty was that, the veteran woke up the young sergeant who was still sleeping soundly beside him.

Cereso, who was woken up by the noise, was obviously a little impatient. After a long time of struggle, he got up from the ground. He wrapped the wool blanket tightly, and did not take the gun. He went straight forward. Facing the commander who was several ranks higher than him, he did not salute first, and yawned and asked, "Hey, which part of it?"

"We are the bravest jihadist camps in the Diocese of Magdalena." Captain Karls, dressed as a Spanish officer, stopped, with a strong Victorian accent in his Spanish language (Victoria, a northern Spanish city, is a major transportation route through Madrid, where Napoleon and his generals defeated the main force of the Kingdom of Spain).

"Oh, aren't you stationed on the Ebro River on the Northern Line? Why did you come back overnight? By the way, report the order!" Sergeant Cereso thought of something and seemed to ask casually.

"Our battalion was transferred to the Hueva River three days ago to defend and under General Alonso's command. As for the command you mentioned, who knows? As soon as you received the order just now, the battalion commander asked us to come over, but he didn't tell us what we were today. I was hungry, did I have anything to eat?" Captain Karls knew the tricks of the Spanish sergeant.

"Damn it, I am a non-commissioned officer, not a cook. If you want to eat, you can find it in the barracks yourself." Because of the frequent wars and the casualties in various places, the troops were mobilized from the relatively complete North and East lines. In order to prevent the French from noticed, they usually carried out late at night. Therefore, it is not surprising that there are often troops who do not understand the command of the day, especially troops like the Holy War Ceress Camp, which were purely organized by foreigners. Sergeant Cereso, who was barely energetic, could not see anything strange, so he waved his hand and let them go. He asked these people to find a place to rest in the barracks, but turned around and returned to his original position.

"Is there any problem?" Sergeant Cereso found it strange to see the veteran always looking at the soldiers in the Holy War Priests' camp.

"I don't know, Sergeant!" The veteran thought for a while, hesitated for a while before continuing, "I just felt that the foreigners were too neatly lined up, and even their strides were almost exactly the same. Oh, by the way, when you talked to their commander just now, no one made any sound."

"Oh, it's not surprising that many of these schemings escaped from the former regular army, and the Bailan warriors after the defeat of the Battle of Tudra. They wanted to make a living in our city of Zaragoza, and perhaps they could find their lost dignity. That's all." Sergeant Cereso said sarcastically. As a resident of the city, he looked down on people from other provinces. After surrendering without a fight in Madrid, the Zaragoza guards even wanted to cancel the capital camp number.

"Maybe." The veteran was no longer worried about this. He felt his body was a little stiff and he leaned closer to the bonfire. Suddenly, he found a shadow over his head, and then a big hand came from behind, his mouth and nose were quickly covered, unable to move or breathe. The last part of the veteran's memory of the world was a dagger that shone with a cold light, gently slashing across his neck. Soon, the veteran fell silently on the cold road. Sergeant Cereso fell down with the veteran.

The bodies of the two defenders were quickly dragged away and hidden, and blood was removed on the ground. More than a dozen raiders dressed in enemy soldiers also replaced the Spanish sentry post and were responsible for the duty of this security checkpoint. The other raiders surrounded the checkpoint barracks under the leadership of the officers. As Sergeant Redez made an attack gesture, hundreds of soldiers flocked in. They rushed into the room in groups of 10, covered their mouths and noses, and then used sharp daggers to cut the throat of the Spanish defenders who were still sleeping. In just 5 minutes, nearly 200 Spanish people were reunited with their believers in their dreams, without mercy, captives, and no living. The whole process went smoothly like an exercise, without any mistakes.

At 4:05, after the officers' last check-in, Captain Carls and Major Delney led 60 people, taking advantage of the night to disperse from both wings. They will be responsible for destroying enemy soldiers at the other two entrance checkpoints of the City Hall, and eventually forming a situation of encircling the City Hall.

At this time, a little moonlight was shining through the gaps of the dark clouds. From one end of the St. Fier Avenue checkpoint, you can see the majestic outline of the Town Hall building. Notre-Dame destiny is not far from the left of the Town Hall building, and notre-Dame destiny is the sustenance of all Zaragoza people, Notre-Dame destiny. If it were daytime, the famous circular roof of Notre-Dame destiny could be seen from more than ten kilometers away, presenting a worldly beauty. Now, there are only blurred marks in Desai's eyes.

Perhaps it was really a miracle that in the violent explosion of French artillery for dozens of days, the Notre Dame Cathedral and other buildings within 500 meters of surrounding areas, including the Town Hall Building, were safe. Only a few shells fell into the statue fountain in the square of the Town Hall Building, and no casualties were caused. However, near the checkpoint where Desai was located, the spire of the historic medieval bell tower had been cut off by 24 pounds of solid bullets, which looked extremely ugly.

The so-called miracle created by Notre Dame Pilar Cathedral was, with the wanton bewitching of the priests and the vigorous publicity of the Military Commission, all the citizens of Zaragoza were crazy. Whenever the statue of the Virgin was out of the palace, whether it was a general or a soldier, the people of the province or the outsider, they all fell to the ground and worshiped them devoutly, and they were even more desperate when fighting, and Desai almost suffered a great loss.

At 4:15, an old updater staggered from the other end of St.Phil Avenue. A French soldier who knew Spanish came forward. He stuffed the old updater a small piece of black bread as Captain Karls's previous instructions.

After taking the bread and saying thank you, the old anti-gun looked at the kind-hearted soldier in front of him, feeling very unfamiliar, and then asked, "Oh, is Cereso not here?"

The Frenchman explained: "I went to the barracks to rest. You know, it's not convenient for me to wake up the sir?"

The old antique shook his head, "Forget it, the poor foreigner always loves Cereso's bullying. He has been like this since he was a child. Alas, may Via Virgin Pilar bless the kind-hearted people!" He murmured and turned around and left.

It was not until the old anti-gate walked away that Desai emerged from the shadows and made a gesture of praise towards the soldier. He returned to the bulletin board of the checkpoint. With the help of the beating light of the bonfire, Desai was enthusiastically admiring a political cartoon about Napoleon. This cartoon was vivid and showed that it was a masterpiece of a Spanish scholar. Naturally, there would be no flattery, but extremely bitter irony.

The painting uses the scene when Napoleon was crowned at Notre Dame in 1804. The emperor is portrayed as an ugly monster, a beast with seven heads and ten horns. The words that are worthy of the words tell the story: He (Napoleon) is the ruler of hell, the demon, the monarch of the leader of the pagans, the terrible villain, and the crown of the head of the flower crown made of blasphemy against Jesus Christ and his church, against God and the saints...

Desai smiled. When his eyes saw Goya's signature from the signature of this sketch comic, he carefully picked the whole comic like a treasure, folded it gently, and put it in his arms. Compared to the countless Spanish gold and silver coins that he had already harvested in his bag, he looked at the immortal works of Chinese literary and artists. According to the original words of Yang Desai in his previous life: this nouveau riche always likes art, and the ancient things to pretend to be a nobleman.

At 4:25, Desai had not waited for the news from the other two teams, but one thing is certain that Captain Karls and Major Delney had not been noticed by the Spanish Sentinels.

At 4:49, Colonel Desai, who was anxiously waiting, received good news. The other two defenders had been successfully eliminated. Like the St.Phil Avenue checkpoint, most of the Spanish soldiers were ascending to heaven in a sweet dream. Captain Karls and Major Delney left 10 soldiers as guards at the two checkpoints, and the rest had begun to move towards the city hall. According to the original plan, they would block the back door and side of the city hall respectively, and the main attack mission would be completed by Colonel Desai's team.

"Sergeant Reedes, now lead your soldiers and you can act!" Desai ordered without hesitation.
Chapter completed!