"Under the first echelon, on the second echelon. ”

"Free fire, free fire, pay attention to the speed of the arrow. ”

"Roll the wood ready, put it, stone these bitches to death. ”

"What about the lime bag? Just throw it down now, fool, usually a very shrewd person, how can you be as stupid as a wild boar at this time? The timing must be grasped and thrown when they are halfway up. ”

From the very first moment of the battle, McGee the Skullcrusher was on the front lines, commanding the fiercest section of the wall.

At such a time, Sean never said much, because he knew that the other party was more professional than himself in this aspect.

Even though McGee had never defended the city properly, many things were self-taught, and he not only made full use of the original defenses on the city walls, but also added lime to part of the city's defense system.

This is also inspired by the fact that the Boy Army likes to carry a small packet of lime powder with him, in addition to being disinfected with medicine, it can also be used as a vicious secret weapon at critical moments.

Facts have also proved that the lime bag is a good weapon to defend the city, and the group killing effect is good, once a lime bag is chopped in mid-air, people within a radius of more than ten meters have to lose their combat effectiveness.

In the end, the Bastille soldiers let the lime bag smash on their bodies, and they would not easily use their knives to cut them.

Now the main force defending the city is neither the Young Army nor the Skull Crusher Army, but the Andes Mountain Hunters who have just been reorganized.

Compared with the Boys' Army's vassal sappers and skull-shattering legions, their adaptation is the simplest, just a simple detachment, and an orderly opening of bows and arrows in the city walls, arrow towers, and towers.

The Skull Crushers sat cross-legged behind the city walls in full armor, recuperating, even if they had amazing stamina, they didn't dare to squander it casually, who knows how long this war would last, and keeping yourself full of strength at all times is the only way to live longer.

At such times, the recruits and veterans are clear at a glance.

Those who were tense, clutching their weapons, sweating, no need to ask, they hadn't seen blood on time.

Those who either close their eyes, talk and laugh, or stuff jerky into their mouths and chew slowly, eighty percent are battle-hardened veterans who have learned how to regulate themselves.

Occasionally, a brave Bastille soldier would rush up to the city, and the nearest soldier with a skull-crushing would burst into laughter.

Either swept him off the city with a stick, or hugged him with a big hand, didn't care about the opponent's attack at all, and directly hugged the other party in his arms, twisted his neck, and then sat back in his position.

On the battlefield, everything is about saving effort, and what can be solved with half a fist will never be used with a punch, or that sentence, it is very important to maintain physical strength - it is related to whether you can survive until the end of the war.

The skull-crushing soldiers were like needles of the sea, and they were full of confidence in fighting the hunters of the Andes mountain people, and they repelled five waves of attacks in a row, leaving no less than a hundred corpses on both sides of the city, of which four-fifths belonged to the Bastille soldiers.

The advantage of defending the city for the defending side is not ordinarily large, if it hadn't taken advantage of the surprise at the beginning, like this kind of strong attack, even if the number of the young army is ten times more, it will only be a share of the head and blood.

Stump arms, stiff corpses, distorted faces, dark red blood, the horrific scene cannot be described in words.

In the face of such a situation, not to mention the soldiers of the Skull Crushing Legion, even those Andis Mountain Folk Hunters, few of them were moved, and when they saw that there were still people who were groaning in anger, it would be considered merciful to step forward and make up for it, as for humane rescue for them.

No kidding, there is no such word in this cold and cruel gray world.

"Old Bolton is preparing to attack the city overnight, the situation is not right, there may be fraud in it. Marshall whispered to Sean, "Do you want to let the Skull Crusher Legion go out and rush to probe the reality of the other party?"

Sean smiled and said: "Even if that old fox is cunning, the resources in his hands are limited, he can't jump out of flowers, he can use only a few means back and forth, we have made all preparations, he doesn't need it, once he uses it, it is guaranteed that he will be defeated faster." ”

"After all, it's a risk, it's better to drag him to death like this. "A person's personality determines his style of acting, the square and steady Marshall is more interested in all kinds of schemes, and taking risks is only a necessary choice, but this time the choice is in the hands of old Bolton, and they can only wait passively.

The attack and defense on the first day lasted until the half-quarter moon was gone, and the old fluctuating side completely died down.

The next day.

The third day is easy to do.

There were no surprise attacks, no conspiracy, just pure offensive and defensive battles, leaving dozens of corpses and hundreds of corpses left behind every day.

Compared to the number of people on both sides, such casualties can be called tragic, after all, the two sides consume real elite veterans, each of whom at least has the strength of the subordinate level, not a farmer who is captured casually.

According to incomplete statistics, Sean and the others consume nearly 30,000 arrows every day, and even so, only one-third of the dead soldiers were actually killed by bows and arrows.

On average, a thousand arrows can kill a person, and the lethality of arrows is quite limited for a well-armed soldier, not to mention the various bunkers that will be carried out on the way to the city walls.

Even if you know that the effect of the bow and arrow is not ideal, before each siege, it is inevitable that a wave of bows and arrows will cover the city, and the killing is only secondary, mainly to increase the difficulty of the opponent to approach the city wall.

Therefore, even if the stock of arrows in the city is very large, as many as one million, the Engineer Attached to the Cadet Army also has two school guards who specialize in the production of various types of arrows, among which Andes Longbow and Heavy Arrows are the mainstay, supplemented by the Bastille bow and arrow.

The offensive and defensive battles on the city walls have fully proved the defects of the Bastille bow, although the power is stronger than the Andis hunting bow, but it is quite sharp against light armor and leather armor, but it is not as powerful as heavy armor.

Andes's longbow and heavy arrows are very powerful, but time is short, even if there are a large number of existing materials in the inventory, it is too late to transform into existing combat power, and before forming a certain scale, Andes longbow has no way to give full play to its greatest advantages.

Sean simply covered it as a trump card and took the largest number of Bastille bows.

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"I'll be able to lead the team myself, why should you take the risk yourself?" Bull Erikson made the final persuasion, "Once the plan goes wrong, and the adults are deeply involved, the whole Bastille will be doomed, and there will be no chance." ”

"This is our last chance, and if we fail this time, it doesn't matter if I can be alone or not. ”

Old Bolton was dressed in silver plate armor, pressing the half-handed sword that had followed him for half his life, his waist was straight, and his style was majestic, as if he had returned to the glorious days of the Eastern Expedition and the Western War, but his words revealed a twilight unique to the old man.

"My net worth for half my life has been in this city, and when I still owned this city, I was still the honorable Bolton Batchell, even if Borg Slav Pheren no longer likes me, he will be polite to me, if there is no such city, I am just an old dog who has lost its usefulness, and even the guards at the gate of the Duke's castle will not look at me. ”

Old Bolton let out a long breath, not so much to Erikson, but to himself: "Interests, this is the most cruel and true face of this world, once there is no benefit, the so-called family, friendship, and love are all illusory, if the benefits brought by the Bastille are lost, there will be a lot of people who wish I died, and the first in line is not the slaves who have been sold by me, but my dearest son and my allegiance lord, isn't it very ridiculous?"

Looking at the Bastille at hand, old Bolton felt that it was so far away, like the twinkling stars in the starry sky, all kinds of distractions flashed in his heart, although he didn't want to admit it, but the cruel reality told him that he was old.

In other words, before the battle, he definitely didn't have so many distractions, just raised his sword and moved forward, because apart from this armor and the mount under his crotch, he had nothing to lose and nothing to miss.

Now his mind is full of emotion, could it be that he has been wise all his life, and all kinds of winds and waves have come over, did he just fall into an inconspicuous stinky ditch?

Never!

Old Bolton let out a roar in his heart, turned his head and made a heavy promise to the bull Erickson, "Charge with me again, no matter whether you win or lose, you will regain your freedom, you have spent half your life to repay the grace of the meal back then, it is enough." ”

"Your Excellency. Bull Eriksen's eyes flickered, and it was difficult to tell whether it was emotion or something else, because even he couldn't tell the difference.

If it had been two weeks ago, hearing the same words, he might have been moved and relieved, not because he had other thoughts at that time, but because the shackles of the mind were sometimes heavier than the shackles of the body.

But now, when he confronts his greatest fear again, everything becomes irrelevant—peeling back the surface and looking at the essence, the elder Bolton has only been using himself all along.

If he really had feelings for himself, he would not add a so-called one more charge with him in front of this, just like old Bolton himself said, a meal of grace, he has already spent half his life to repay, it is enough.

Old Bolton didn't wait for Erikson's reaction, and strode into the dark passage.

"Assemble, everyone assemble. "Bull Eriksen strode forward without hesitation, no matter how many tricks you play, my original intention remains the same, this is his principle of life, and if you charge with him again, you don't owe each other.

The siege was in full swing, and the soldiers of the Bastille were pouring up again, like a tidal wave, with great momentum and scale, but both sides were very weak.

The arrows on the head of the city are sparse, and the besiegers are also perfunctory, many of them are close to the city wall, and they are also hiding behind bunkers to kill time, and it is almost time for Mingjin to close the team.

If you rush forward at the risk of death, but then Mingjin retreats, that is the most tragic thing in life.

In the first three nights, there were many such unlucky ghosts, and in the end they were beaten to death by people on the head of the city, and those who survived naturally learned to be smart.

It's okay to say the other way around, smart people survived.

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