In the past, the Bastille marksmen were able to overwhelm the Andes mountain people, relying on their own equipment advantages, they not only had elaborate military bows, but also exquisite studded leather armor, coupled with abundant logistics supplies, far from being comparable to the helpless Andes mountain people.

Now the situation has been radically reversed, and Sean and the boys' army have carefully designed equipment that is superior to that of the Bastille soldiers, and it is comprehensive in all aspects.

Let's just say that this military ration jerky fully considers the nutritional problem, although each standard military ration weighs only ten pounds, but it is enough to support the high-intensity consumption of an adult hunter for a week.

Behind them there are several mobile supply stations to replenish them with various supplies.

The soldiers of the Bastille turned into rootless duckweed this time, although the large army of the Bastille was constantly advancing behind and could give them some assistance, but the military supplies they brought with them this time were certain, and they were afraid when they fought, and it was inevitable that they would suffer losses.

The arrows they carry with them are often consumed in a few minutes, and they do not have the ability to use local materials like the Andes mountain people, and they end up either playing hand-to-hand combat or running around like rabbits.

The final result is usually not very good, in the case of full exposure, it will only attract more hunters, and in the end, the death of being beaten is considered small, if you accidentally expose your companions, it is a string of deaths.

The marksman that Arnold was tracking fell into this situation, and half a day ago, the other party killed a horse pistol and collided with Arnold.

The battle between the two instantly turned hot, and it took the nervous marksman just three minutes to shoot the two pots of arrows he was carrying.

The opponent's archery skills are absolutely right for the name of the marksman, not only has super arrow speed, but the accuracy is also amazing, especially the arrow where the two meet head-on, even now in retrospect, Arnold is also afraid.

Just when he was stunned, the opponent's arrow had appeared in front of him like a meteor, he only had time to bow his head, and was hit, Arnold felt that his head had been hit hard, his neck was almost misaligned, the newly rationed helmet saved his life, the arrow only barely passed through three layers of cowhide, and the stamina was insufficient, only a little skin was scratched.

"The unfired arrow is the most threatening, and as a good archer, you should always have the last arrow in your quiver. ”

When the young chief of the Bastille spoke of the archers, Arnold was impressed by this theory, which was not a profound one, for all the old hunters with some experience had experience in this area, but no one had ever summarized them in pithy language.

Arnold has not yet had time to prove the latter sentence, but the current situation has proved the correctness of the previous statement.

When he just shot at each other, Arnold consciously controlled the speed of his arrows, and each shot was not so much about killing and injuring the enemy, but about luring the opponent to squander the arrows.

There is no chance in hand-to-hand combat.

Arnold still has at least a pot and a half of arrows, and his archery skills are better than those of the other party, and if the other party really dares to leave the shelter and rush over, he will tell him the truth about what the humanoid hedgehog really looks like.

The rest is a cat-and-mouse game.

The sharpshooter, who had run out of arrows, fled in front, and Arnold chased behind, and in the process of chasing, even recovered some of the arrows of both sides.

Those who flee are cautious, and those who chase are even more cautious, and as a good old hunter, Arnold knows very well how terrible a beast that lives is, let alone a man.

What Arnold has to do now is to follow the other party unhurriedly, keep driving him until he is exhausted, and then shoot a fatal arrow, in the process, he must also divide his rest time reasonably, so that his energy and physical strength do not fall to the passing line.

One wrong step, one wrong step.

The panicked marksman is like a headless fly, and when he is in a hurry, he involuntarily begins to move closer to the companion he knows, wanting to use the hand of his companion to get rid of the troubles behind him.

But he soon found that his companion was in more trouble than himself, not only did he have an enemy behind him, but he was also wounded, and the most important thing was that he was wounded in the leg, which was no different from losing his life in guerrilla warfare.

This sharpshooter doesn't have any ** spirit, he doesn't care about the friendship of the robe at all, and he turns his head and walks away, faster than a rabbit.

In the face of the threat of life and death, people's sentiments can become very high, and it is a saint's act to sacrifice their lives for others, but such people are rare, and they are more laymen and villains who are desperate for their own survival.

The threat of a panicked marksman is still limited, but when this situation appears in a dozen, or even dozens, the victory or defeat of this outpost speaks for itself.

Victory in an outpost is not measured by how many people the opposing team kills, but by how much useful information the opposing Sentinel can bring back.

Old Bolton, who had been suppressed by the sharpshooter troops, had become a completely blind man, and until he was only a dozen miles away from the Bastille, he still knew nothing about its internal situation, which was undoubtedly very passive.

As for imitating Sean's original night attack, don't even think about it, not to mention that Sean has already taken precautions, just say that after the old Bolton took back the marksman, the Andis mountain people haunted the large army and put a cold arrow from time to time.

Due to the distance, the bow used by the opponent was too weak, and it did not cause many casualties, but it could not stand the diaphragm, but there was nothing to be done.

It's not that old Bolton is reluctant to sacrifice the marksman troops, but the supply of arrows can't keep up, and if the outpost battle continues, they can only bite the bullet in the subsequent siege battle.

Old Bolton set up camp ten miles from the Bastille, not because he didn't want to get closer, but because he had bulldozed all the obstacles within a radius of ten miles from the Bastille, and there were a lot of tall weeds growing in the Centaure, which was the first line of defense for the Bastille.

If the Andes mountain people form a large army, without knowing it, they will be by a large fire, who would have thought that the obstacle trap set for the enemy at the beginning has now become his biggest obstacle.

The way to break this obstacle is very simple, only one fire is needed, but this fire can't be burned out in a day and a half, originally this is one of the tasks of the marksman, I didn't expect to be oppressed so badly, I couldn't touch it at all.

"The guy who came up with this was an absolute genius. Sean looked at the raging fire outside the city, and sighed sincerely, if it wasn't for the old Bolton taking the initiative to set the fire, he wouldn't have thought that this weed outside the city was also part of the city defense.

This made Sean secretly awe-inspiring, even if he was smart, he was only one person, it was impossible to do everything, although the boy army was brilliant, but it was only the king of the mountains, and there were still considerable limitations in terms of knowledge and experience.

The wisdom of the people in this world, especially the wisdom of war, must not be underestimated, not to mention that the castle they are stationed in now is someone else's, and when it comes to understanding this castle, it is not at all comparable to Sean, who has been stationed for just a week.

"What about genius? It's not useless in front of us. "I don't know if it's because of the Bastille, or because Sean helped them change to new equipment.

During this time, McGee the Skullcrusher was a little self-confident, as if there was nothing in this world that he couldn't solve, and he didn't pay attention to the attacking old Burton at all.

Sean did not strike at McGee's excess self-confidence, after all, McGee is now playing a role as a fierce general, rarely interjecting in decision-making opinions, and sufficient self-confidence can improve the morale of his subordinates, and the benefits outweigh the disadvantages.

Throwing a sheepskin scroll to McGee, Sean said, "Look, this is the war letter that the Lord of Bolton sent us." ”

"Did you do it on purpose? I know that Lao Tzu has a headache when he sees these earthworm-like things, they know Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu doesn't know them!" McGee the Skull Crusher glared at the bull's eye and turned the parchment scroll over and over again, not even finding which side was up and down.

"Reading and literacy is a must, and I will send someone to tutor you in the future. After this side-by-side battle, Sean and McGee's relationship has become closer.

The subtle effects of these years have finally taken effect, McGee has a certain sense of identity with Sean's views, or the capture of the Bastille has made most of the hatred accumulated in his heart cathartic, no longer completely living for hatred, no longer as stubborn as before, and naturally wants to further strengthen the relationship between the two sides while it is hot.

At present, he is still very comfortable with the Tiger Banner of the Skull Crusher, and this kind of cooperation can be carried out for a few more years.

This is also a helpless choice, after all, this is also an era of looking at faces, but it is not about being handsome, but about who is more mature and who is more trustworthy.

Sean's too young and handsome face can't compare to McGee, who has a fierce and vicious old face.

Really counted, although McGee the Skull Crusher has been famous for a long time, his real age is not very old, he is only twenty-seven or eighteen, but he looks like forty-six or seven.

"Isn't there still you!" McGee is not generally interested in literacy and hyphenation, it is full of painful memories.

His fingers, which were thicker than a carrot, held a quill like an embroidery needle, and he would rather swing an axe a hundred times than write a word with it.

"I'm not your maid, how can I follow you all day long, not to talk about empty words such as reading and reading can develop IQ, and then send someone to send you a secret letter, can't I find someone to help you interpret it?" Sean glared at McGee.

"Don't talk nonsense about a literate person around you, many times the people who give you a fatal knife from the back are those you are closest to and most trusted, some things must be in your own hands, so it's decided, and in the future, not only you have to be literate, but also in the skull-crushing corps to carry out literacy classes, and strive to get out of the situation that the whole battalion can't read a single word. ”

"Okay!" McGee was a little lazy at first, but when he heard that the whole battalion was going to be with him in bad luck, he was in a much better mood.

He didn't care what special meaning literacy had for the big-headed soldiers, "Even if it's literacy, it's a matter of the future, let's talk about how it's written first!"

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