Few of the defenders who have ventured outside the wall had been able to get back to the tunnel. Gabriel had been forced to tackle the De Silva boy who had ran for the tunnel when the Oprezki had begun their charge. "We must get back!" yelled the boy, who had fallen face forward as Gabriel had taken him from behind. . "You'll never make it." Gabriel said, dragging him back to where the mortars had been set up. The mortar team had chosen a defendable position to set up their weapons. Although the ruined house had since been swept over by the wasteland sands, it still provided enough of a depression that those inside, if prone, could find some cover. Grim was already rifling through the bodies of the men they had killed, looking for weapons. Nearby a company of Anatoly's riders were going by, hardly paying attention to the goings on of the three men. Dragged back, the boy looked at the weapons. "The mortars, we can use them. The shells too." Reaper, trying to stay low, looked at the weapons. Trained to infliltrate and eliminate, heavy weapons had not been part of his training. "How?" "The Don, he show us." Said the boy, now moving towards one of the weapons. "I can shoot, yes. But these shells. If you slam them down on something hard, you break the safety. Throw and they explode. Si?" "Like grenades?" Asked Grim. "Si. but no so far but more powerful." Gabriel looked back to the tunnel. Under the illumination of the star shells fired by the fort, the few defenders had become vulnerable. Here and there he could see the riders cutting them down with their swords as they tried to run for the tunnel. Others were trying to make their way to where Gabriel, Grim and the boy would make a stand. Grim was already opening up one of the lockers full of shells. "Like this?" He said, slamming the shell's bottom against the board and then throwing it." The shell exploded among a squad of dismounted riflemen. Caught by surprise, none had sought cover as the shell exploded in their midst. "Might as well take some of them with us." Said Gabriel. The boy was already dropping shells down a mortar tube, now turned to fire on the Oprezki. Other defenders, seeing that escape to the tunnel was impossible were making their way to where the three would make their stand. _______________ Inside the fortress- "Concentrate your fire on the gate!" Yelled Isabella. The explosions directly outside the gate could only mean that Raoul had not been able to escape. She had seen a dozen people drop along the wall as the others retreated. They needed to buy those outside the main building time to withdraw. The first horsemen were dropped quickly as they came through, but then, like a flood of men and beasts, the cavalry rushed through the broken gate. Claymore mines, planted inside the fortress fired off dropping the first ranks, but those beyond came on behind them. Other horses began to fall in the holes dug throughout the courtyard, breaking legs and dropping men and animals that fell before their comrades. Such was Anatoly's fate. The first of his riders killed as they broke through. He saw the men and animals on his own hooves, felt the ground beneath him change as his mount trampled upon flesh. He had barely time to call out as his animal's front hooves fell into a hole in the ground, suddenly throwing him forward as the horse collapsed into the hole, and then was crushed by the horses behind it. Anatoly felt the pain shoot through his back when he impacted against the masonry of the inner fountain and his body bounce off. He was aware that he could feel nothing in his legs, understanding intuitively that he was paralyzed. Still he could turn his body around with his arms to see the spectacle of his column coming through the gate in a rush. By now those having gotten through the gate realized their danger. Those that didn't fall into the traps dug into the courtyard found little exist or escape from the murderous rifle fire coming from the main buidlings. They could not escape, for to do so was to ride against the rush of cavalry that now was still breaching the gate. They raced against the walls of the buildings, like waves crashing against cliffs, flooding the courtyard. Anatoly did not even try to run away as horsemen rode upon him and crushed him to the ground. In the church building, Isabella, watching as the last of her people found sanctuary, gave the order. "Fire!" Immediately the vickers guns and the M-60s joined the rifles and grenade guns in thunderous roar, cutting apart those that had entered the courtyard trap.