The elder Bolton ignored Bartley's letter for help and refused to send troops, which was a small or big matter.

To put it mildly, Bartley was only the inconsequential fourth in line to the Pheren family, and the hunt was entirely private and had nothing to do with the Bastille.

After all, the most important task of the Bastille is to garrison the Bastille to prevent the Andis mountain people from going out of the mountain to cause trouble.

To put it mildly, it is also right that the Bastille ignored the authority of the Faeron family, failed to fulfill the responsibilities that belonged to the vassals, and deprived the vassals of their rights.

"It doesn't matter if it's a coincidence or a deliberate layout. Kleist sighed, "If we didn't stop that boy from entering the mountain, we would have fallen into the trap, if we don't move, even if the old duke doesn't move us now, it will be an excuse for the other party to move us in the future." ”

"Your Excellency means that we will send troops to the rescue?" Old Bolton's brow furrowed into a pimple, and he was very wary of sending troops to the Andes Mountains.

Because the Andes Mountains are so big, thousands of miles from north to south, and more than 2,000 miles from east to west, the entire area is larger than the plains of Asia Minor, and even he, an old slave hunter, can't tell how many Andes mountain people are hidden in it.

Anyway, they have been plagued here for more than 30 years, and the slaves taken from it every year are 20,000 or 30,000 in the worst years, and it is not a new thing to exceed 50,000 in any year, but the number of Andes mountain people seems to have never decreased, and in recent years, it is not uncommon for Andes mountain people to go around the Bastille to cause trouble.

Now the Andes Mountain democracy is going to suffer without a strong force to integrate them, scattered in the mountains, whether it is the Byronic people in the west, the Kentana barbarians on the Kentana ice field in the north, or the Odin orcs in the Odin steppe in the northwest can bully and bully them.

These old Bolton seldom organized an army to sweep into the mountains, for fear that the mountain people would be beaten too painfully, and then a heroic figure would emerge, and those mountain people would gather like locusts and flood the Bastille, the entire Manyu army, and finally the entire continent of Ashan, and this situation appeared in his nightmare more than once.

"The soldiers must be released, but whether they can save people back is another matter. The smile on Kleist's face was a little eerie at the moment.

Bull Erikson looked dazed, didn't understand what Kleist meant, but Bolton was a little clear, laughed and patted Kleist's shoulder and said: "The brains of people who have read books are fast, that's right, we not only want to save, but also save with great fanfare, I will personally lead the troops." ”

"Why bother the city lord, give me a thousand guards, and I promise to bring them back safely. Bull Erickson patted his chest and said, "Those mountain people live in very scattered places, and it is difficult to transmit information, as long as we move fast enough, there will not be much trouble." ”

Old Burton, who already had a way, was in a good mood, and said with a smile: "Hearing you say this, this matter can't be handed over to you, you go and gather people, it doesn't need more, two thousand people are enough, and each person carries at least ten days' supplies." ”

"Yes. "One of the biggest things that Bull Erikson loved the elder Burton was loyalty, even if he didn't understand his orders, he did it first, and he was very productive.

It only took half a day, and the manpower that Bolton needed was mobilized, after all, the Bastille was a military city, and there was friction with the Andes mountain people all the year round, and the defenders were Bolton's private army, both in terms of training and equipment, compared to those noble private armies that had no war all year round and were about to rot, I don't know how many times stronger, which can be called elite.

Early the next morning, the defenders of the Bastille, led by Bolton the Elder, drove out of the Bastille and drove along the Jacob's ancient river toward the Andes Mountains.

Neither Kleist nor Old Bolton thought that someone had already woven a big net in front of them, just waiting for them to jump in.

In the final analysis, they still didn't take the Andes mountain people seriously, even if the old Bolton knew that the Andis mountain people had great war potential, but the current situation had been maintained for too long, so long that he thought that this situation would not change much in the short term, and they were more concerned about the threat from the Duke of Faeron.

......

The first person to come to meet Sean was none other than Marshall, who he sent out to contact the helpers at the beginning, and the people he brought back directly were not many, only about two hundred, and these people had a common characteristic - young, the oldest was no more than twenty-five, and the youngest was only thirteen or fourteen.

They are all descendants of Sean, either the orphaned children who followed Sean at the beginning, or the orphaned children who grew up and brought them out after they went out independently, these people heard Sean's call, they didn't think about it, so they left what they were doing and rushed over as soon as possible.

Only a small part of them rushed over, in order to give full play to their own value and help more children, these orphaned children did not get together, but went to different villages in twos and threes, the nearest is also three miles and five miles apart, and it is normal for Marshall to gather so many people in such a short period of time.

This is just the beginning, although Marshall is back, there are already more people to contact, and it will not be long before they arrive one after another.

The second wave arrived not McGee, the skullcrusher predicted by Sean, but Clayton, a scavenger who was relatively far away.

Listening to the nickname scavenger, one is reminded of a middle-aged man with a pale face and a gloomy expression.

But the reality is far from the same, Clayton is indeed a middle-aged man, but he is tall and loud, and he often hears his voice before he sees anyone, and he is not like a mountain man, but a Byron nobleman, which makes people feel good at first sight.

However, Sean, who is clear about the dirty things that the other party has done in private, will naturally not be deceived by the other party's appearance, and the reason why the other party came so quickly is not because Sean once treated his daughter, nor because he himself swore that he said the national righteousness, but smelled the smell of interests.

Once Sean's plan is successful, what will change at that time will be the power structure within a radius of hundreds of miles, how can he be without Clayton at this critical moment.

The most important thing is that with him or not, Sean has a good chance of success, and his favorite thing to do is not to give charcoal in the snow, but to put the icing on the cake, and with his motto, always be on the side of the winner.

There is an advantage to dealing with this kind of real villain, as long as you can ensure that you are on the side of the victor, the other party will easily not risk rebellion, because that is not in line with his life values.

Clayton the Scavenger brought with him two school guards (six hundred), but the quality of the personnel varied, ranging from gray-haired old hunters to half-sized men with unclean feathers, to young and strong eagle archers.

The equipment was equally uneven, ranging from those dressed in double leather armor and armed with sophisticated eagle bows to poor hunters dressed in greasy animal skins and armed with inferior homemade hunting bows.

This situation is really normal among the Andes mountain people, who are half-nomadic and half-cultivated, and are destined to not be able to afford a large-scale regular army, even if they are a scavenger like Clayton, who is a hero with a radius of nearly a hundred miles.

At most, there are more than a hundred elites belonging to his lineage, and the rest are all mountain people in his territory, who were temporarily recruited, not only with their own weapons and equipment, but also with their own rations.

Although the inventory of Andes longbows is more than enough, Sean has no intention of helping them change their clothes, people like Clayton the scavenger can never be raised, changing clothes for his people, meat buns and dogs, there are no going back, it is a trivial matter, and it will make you feel painful to bite you at a critical moment.

It wasn't until he saw McGee the Skullcrusher that Sean let out a long sigh of relief and smiled.

His youth army has not yet become a climate, although the quantity and quality have reached a certain level, but they have not seen a real battle, stay at the level of talking about the army on paper, and become an army after a hundred refinements, this time they will definitely not be able to take on the main force, that is, they will beat the side drum next to them, see the blood, and have a long insight, so as to prepare for the future.

Clayton the scavenger is not to mention, never expect him to charge into battle, if the situation is unfavorable, he will not fight a rake, even if he is righteous, if he is not afraid that he will make small moves behind his back, it is better to put it by his side and monitor it nearby, Sean will never send someone to invite such an ally.

McGee the Skullcrusher and his berserk mountain legion are the main body of his plan.

McGee, a skullcrusher with half of the Kentana barbarian blood, is so tall that even Sean, who is nearly 1.9 meters tall, has to hold his head almost ninety degrees high every time to see the other party's face.

What makes Sean hate the most is that every time they meet, McGee likes to express his enthusiasm in the form of a bear hug, and every meeting is a double torture of his body and spirit.

The physique that he was proud of was no different from the fragile glass in front of the other party, and the "click" sound under the arm that was three points thicker than his thigh, made people wonder how many were broken.

Compared to this, the most terrible thing is the strong body odor on the other party's body, which is formed by the fusion of inferior ale, food, male, and bloody taste and I don't know how long it took to ferment.

Even in the face of all kinds of rancid stench of the corpse, Sean can't change his color, every time he faces this smell, it makes him feel painful, plus rubbing on the black chest hair like a steel needle, Sean feels that his whole face is itchy and unbearable, I don't know how many bacteria and viruses take the opportunity to enter.

Fortunately, it was not the first time that the two of them had dealt with each other, Sean had already prepared, smelling the aroma of the meat stewed in the cauldron, McGee no longer tossed Sean, and took care of himself and fished a piece of thigh bone, gnawing it with relish, not only gnawing the appearance clean, but even the bones were crushed with a click, sucking the bone marrow inside, and finally spitting out the bone slag, even the dog didn't eat it, because all the nutrients had been cleaned by the other party's gluttony.

McGee, who was squatting next to the cauldron, was like a bear, enough for a squad of food, and entered his stomach, but in exchange for a sigh that had just been at the bottom, he said indignantly, "If you talk about this bit of chew in your mouth, it is still an authentic way made by your kid, and those idiots make a bunch of dog food, how about it? ”