Sean relaxes when he receives the news that the enemy has been killed from the Bastille.

The most dangerous arrows are always the ones that don't shoot, and once they are off the string, the threat will drop dramatically.

The old Bolton's style of action did not surprise Sean's prediction, and the Bastille Fort was the focus of their defense, and the two sides engaged in a fierce battle at the gates of the Bastille, with hundreds of people gathered in a small space.

The sound of killing shook the sky, every swing of the weapon was flesh and blood, and every time it was the most direct collision between flesh and armor.

The fire was set by old Bolton, but he didn't expect Sean to insidiously apply tung oil to the flammables, originally only wanted to set fire to one or two buildings as a signal to work together, but ended up igniting the entire inner fort, and then turned himself into a prisoner in the fire.

It's not that Bolton doesn't want to retreat, it's just that no one will build the secret passage as spacious as the main road, and only one or two heavily armed soldiers are allowed to pass through the small space, and there is a large group of unsuspecting soldiers pouring in behind, if this side rushes back, the consequences can be imagined.

Old Bolton was decisive, and rushed to the gate of the inner fort with his soldiers, as long as he mastered this place, this battle would still be fought.

As the key object of suspicion, in addition to the flammable materials smeared with tung oil to set traps, the inner fort also arranged two skull-crushing regiment hundred guards, on duty 24 hours a day, they received the order to guard the city gate, whether the people outside want to enter, or the people inside want to get out.

Personal martial arts don't matter anymore, even if your skills are superb, you can't show it at all if you turn around and you're either an enemy or a comrade-in-arms.

At this time, the competition is whose weapon is sharper, whose armor is stronger, and whose will is more tenacious.

In terms of weapons, there is little difference between the two, both are produced in the Bastille, the only difference is the difference in type, on the one hand, there are mostly half-handed swords, and on the other hand, there are heavy weapons.

It's hard to say who took advantage, both are weapons that open and close, and on this occasion, they can't be rounded, let alone power, and in the end both sides pulled out short spare weapons to fight, but with little success.

Because one side is a well-forged plate armor, and the other side is a hoplite wearing three layers of armor, even if these short weapons are blunt, there is no way to take the opponent, and if you want to kill the opponent, you must first tear off the opponent's defenses.

At this point, the skull-crushing soldiers have the advantage, they are tall and condescending, grabbing the enemy's helmet one by one, once the helmet is pulled off, this person is basically sentenced to death, one minute early death, one minute late death.

The Bastille soldiers soon learned to be shrewd, and they bowed into the arms of the skull-crushing soldiers, and the short sword in their hands was specially drilled into the gaps in the armor, and once they could not stand still, the moment they fell, that is, the moment when the sword sealed the throat.

The fierce battle lasted less than half an hourglass, and the thick blood flowed like a brook, almost reaching the surface of the feet, and the Bastille soldiers led by Bolton the Elder had turned into a dying throe.

Because the Andes side was shocked but not chaotic, under the coordination and command of Sean and the Young Army, the skull-crushing soldiers stationed in other positions were rushing over in a steady stream, they did not blindly join the battle, the space was too narrow, and no matter how many people were invested, it would not help the battle situation.

They regrouped outside the inner fort, with the Skull Crusher Legion in front, the Cadet Army and the Attached Engineer Regiment in the rear, all of them unified Andes Longbow, and the centurion who was huddled together like sardines was also withdrawing from the battlefield one after another.

At the urging of their superiors, the Bastille soldiers were also regrouping, ready for a final struggle.

"Who is Sean Don Augustine? ”

The regrouped Bastille soldiers cracked a crack, and old Bolton, dressed in silver plate armor, walked out, and the blood stains on his sword and armor told the world that they were not mere decorations, and shouted outside, "You don't even have the courage to talk to an old man head-on!"

"Don't go!" Marshall tugged on Sean's arm, "It's just an old trapped beast, there's no need to talk nonsense with him, just order the arrows to be released." ”

"It doesn't matter. Sean smiled and said, "I'd love to know why he wants to see me at this time." ”

In fact, Sean is also curious, what is the appearance of this demon who has plagued the Andes mountain people for more than 30 years and made countless Andes people hate and gnash their teeth, the other party's name has been heard thousands of times, but he has never seen it.

"There's nothing wrong with being careful. Although Marshall did not stop Sean again, he let the four skull-crushing soldiers with tower shields follow him inseparably.

They were armed with four cast-iron plates not so much as tower shields, and the four soldiers were also carefully selected strongmen, who could be selected as junior officers in the Skull-Crushing Legion.

It was the skull crusher McGee who specially arranged for Sean to be by his side, and since the capture of the Bastille, in McGee's eyes, Sean's value has doubled, and of course he must be protected as a baby.

Sean didn't refuse, he had already been removed from his life dictionary to satisfy his curiosity, and he did it on the premise of ensuring his own safety.

Bolton's appearance disappointed Sean, who was neither the kind of obscene face that was annoying at first glance, nor the heroic appearance, just an ordinary Byronic who could no longer be ordinary.

took off that dazzling armor and couldn't pick it out in the crowd, which once again confirmed that there is a huge gap between reality and imagination.

While Sean looked at Bolton, Bolton was also looking at this young man who had driven himself to a dead end in just half a month.

Young.

This is Burton's first impression, although he has heard this evaluation from more than one person's mouth, but he is still shocked by the age of the other party, and the reason for this feeling is that he feels like this.

It's not that Sean is really young, there are many people like him who have started a family at his age, and many people younger than him are already battle-hardened veterans, but Sean has created too brilliant records during this time, which many people can't do in a lifetime, so there is a strong psychological contrast.

Ripe.

This maturity has nothing to do with age, but from his words and deeds and the way he looks, if you put aside the other person's face, just from the eyes, old Bolton feels that he is facing an old fox who has become a spirit.

He was not wrong about this, pinching his fingers and calculating, the combined age of Sean and the two lives was not younger than him.

"I'm Shaun. ”

"Younger than I expected. ”

"Thank you! I don't think there are some things that have much to do with age, and Your Excellency the City Lord called me out just to see what his enemies are like!"

"That's what I really thought! Isn't it okay? When I go to heaven, I don't know who sent me, isn't it very shameless. ”

"Does Your Excellency the City Lord think that he can still go to heaven?"

"Why can't I go to heaven? Is it because I founded the Bastille? The slave trade? Don't forget that we are enemies. ”

"Do you know what it was like thirty years ago? Do you know what we call the Andes? Locusts, they are a swarm of locusts, and at the harvest season, they pour out of the mountains in droves, and take away the fruits of our year's hard work, killing all the men, and taking away the women and children. ”

"I have witnessed the tragic death of my parents, my brother and my brother at their hands, and our manor has been reduced to ashes, and from that day on, I have sworn revenge, that I will never let those locusts out of the mountains, even if it is to gamble my life. ”

Old Burton's face surged with a rich hatred, his body contained a soul completely distorted by hatred, in the face of such a person, Sean had nothing to say, looking at the posture, Old Burton was not ready to listen to what he said.

"Do you think that if you defeat me, you will really own this city? ”

"Are you a radical?" asked Sean, a little uncertain, if old Bolton had been stimulated insane.

Speaking of words, a hammer in the east and a hammer in the west, the last few sentences finally came to a taste, this old man still wants to dig a pit for himself, and wants to let himself have a fight with the iron horsemen of the Fei Lun family, but the level is too low, and he can deal with McGee's kind of tendon.

"Why are you afraid?" said old Burton, "there are many more people like me, and you Andis people should never think of turning over." ”

"Whether the Andes people can turn over or not is up to us, not you, even if there really is a day, you won't be able to see it! A murderer is a murderer, and it will not change because of your own professed justice, heaven, you can't go up!

Sean felt that he and an outright racist avenger would not find any common language, and ended the conversation cleanly, ending it early and going back to sleep early.

By the time hundreds of Andes longbows and arrows were thrown down, the war could have come to an end in advance - as for these Andes longbows and arrows, they were a small part of what Sean had intercepted in advance, only enough to equip a hundred guards, in order to deal with the unexpected situation in front of him.

Andes's longbow and heavy arrows are obviously much less effective against plate armor, and they are not as indestructible as they are against chain mail and scale armor, but they can't hold up a lot of them.

When more than 2,000 heavy arrows fell, there were always some unlucky guys who were hit by the defenses, and the newly assembled Bastille soldiers suffered heavy casualties.

Unfortunately, the elder Bolton was not left behind, and he once again retreated to the Inner Castle.

When he was found again, his face was burned and unrecognizable, and only the plate armor was left to identify him.

It doesn't matter whether the charred corpse is old Bolton himself or not, as long as the bull Eriksson and his thousands of soldiers outside the city recognize it, and when they lay down their arms and surrender on their knees, it means that old Bolton has completely become a thing of the past for the Bastille.

When he saw the reorganized Junior Army Attached Engineer with his own eyes, Erickson sighed from the bottom of his heart, "Treat others with yourself, and you will not complain if you lose." ”