"Old Bolton not only personally went out, but even his number one general, Erickson, also brought out, whether it was a march or a camp, they were very orderly, whether it was an ambush or a night attack, we were afraid that it would be difficult to bargain, if it was just a narrow victory, we couldn't talk about the next step, it didn't make much sense, I don't think the two of them wanted to see that kind of situation. Sean patiently explained, after all, these two were his allies and not his subordinates, and it was a matter of reason to change their plans without their permission.

"As long as the scourge of old Bolton is eradicated, it will be worth it even if we all fold here. McGee the Skullcrusher said with red eyes.

"When did you go out scouting?" Clayton the Scavenger cared about something that was obviously different from McGee's, they were almost inseparable these days, and they hadn't seen Sean act alone.

"The night before yesterday, we were separated from old Bolton by a hill, and I went out four hourglasses in the second half of the night. Sean said with a serious face, " The reason why I don't tell you and change the plan without permission is that I am afraid that you will be carried away by hatred, the old Bolton is only a small injury, the Bastille is the real cancer, if you just kill the old Bolton, it won't take long for other Bolton to pop up, if the supreme ruler of the Manyu army is mixed in again, we will not have a good life, if the Bastille is uprooted, it is equivalent to directly cutting off the back road of the old Bolton, the other party can only turn around and fight with us, and let him taste how strong the castle he built is, so why not do it。 ”

"The plan sounded perfect. Clayton said in a strange voice, "But it's too idealistic, the Bastille claims to have 8,000 defenders, even if old Bolton takes the most elite 3,000, what if there are 5,000 left? ”

"If it's a strong attack, let alone our people, even if it's ten times more, if you want to bite the bottom of the Bastille, you must be prepared to break a few teeth. Sean didn't care, if Clayton didn't ask any questions, it was really wrong, "If it's a surprise raid, especially a night attack, the success rate will be greatly improved, the Bastille's so-called 8,000 defenders are even those slaves who are driven by them, if it is in its heyday, these people will naturally not have any second thoughts, but now the Bastille is at its weakest, we only need to cripple the remaining regular army of the Bastille, and those slaves will surrender without a fight." ”

"It's still a bit risky. Barleton the Scavenger muttered, agreeing with Sean's plan.

After all, the feasibility is not low, and all it brings are hunter archers, even if it is absorbed by Sean, at most it is to release arrows in the distance, and it is McGee's people who really charge into battle, and they have made up their minds that if the signs are wrong, they will immediately retreat with their own people, and never continue to mix blindly.

Sean's kid is too good, he obviously can't keep up with his train of thought, and he doesn't know if he was accidentally pitted, he used to be able to play happily together because Sean didn't show any ambition, but this time the other party is obviously different from before.

"Fuck it, I'm still the same thing, that old bastard from Bolton is mine. McGee the Skullcrusher slapped his thigh hard, giving Sean plenty of trust, and this trust naturally did not form overnight.

If you really talk about it, there is a certain blood relationship between the two, Sean's maternal grandmother was born in Sheung Shui Village, and his mother Elena and McGee's father are also old acquaintances, and they have saved McGee's life twice.

Counting the time Sean saved, in McGee's own words, this kindness can't be repaid even in this life, even if Sean takes him to jump into the fire pit, he doesn't hesitate, not to mention that Sean has never let him suffer, Sheung Shui Zhai has been getting better and better over the years, and Sean's mother and son have contributed a lot.

......

Kleist sat up from the bed suddenly, sweating profusely and panting, and it was a moment before the focus of his eyes reunited.

He had nightmares again, and it was the fifth day, and on the night that old Bolton led his troops out of the city, he slept a little unsteadily, and always felt that something was missing, but he couldn't remember whether he was alive or dead.

Since then, he has been riddled with nightmares, and he has no memory of what he dreamed of, only that he feels very terrible and terrifying, and there is always an illusion that his soul will be dragged into the abyss.

Kleist couldn't help but tighten the Holy Aetheric Cross in his hand, wanting to draw a little help from it.

However, judging from the above traces, the Holy Aetheric Cross was definitely made no more than three days ago, and the prayers were also stumbled.

For this kind of believer who burns incense when he has something to do, it is really unknown whether the Lord of Truth will give him refuge.

The uneasiness was especially severe tonight, and after praying three times in a row, Kleist not only did not calm down, but became more restless, and even the maid in the outhouse woke up and wanted to come in and serve, but he drank it out.

"Could it be the city lord that something happened to them?" Kleist the Fox muttered to himself.

In the past few days, only this matter has worried him, but as soon as such thoughts floated, he was extinguished.

The elder Bolton brought out the most elite troops of the Bastille, all veterans who had seen blood and had served for no less than five years, professional soldiers who were proficient in mountain warfare, and who trained and trained all day long.

Several times, the entire Manyu military leader, that is, the descendant of the Duke of Faerun, can exceed this level, and the rest of the border troops in various military forts or the local defenders in major cities are not professional soldiers, at most they are tuntian soldiers and recruits, who are farmers when they are idle and soldiers when they are at war.

Old Bolton and Bull Erickson are both military governors, especially Bull Erickson, who looks honest and reckless on the outside, but is actually just a means to confuse people, all kinds of generals and knights, he has seen not a hundred but eighty, but no one is as cautious as Erikson.

In particular, decades of prudence are even more admirable, perhaps related to his gladiator origins, and only by being cautious can he get out of that flesh mill alive.

Kleist the Fox put on his cloak and decided to go out for a walk and take two breaths of fresh air, which might help his insomnia.

As soon as he stepped out of the house, Kleist regretted it a little, the cold wind outside was not biting, but it also carried a wet dampness, which hit his face, like a drizzle, which made people very uncomfortable.

This is what he is most criticized about in the Bastille, he is equivalent to being on the cusp of the Andes Mountains, and there are 300 days of all kinds of winds blowing in the four hundred and twenty-one days of the year.

Among them, the wind in autumn and winter is the most unbearable, needless to say the wind in winter, it is already cold, and the mountain wind with a knife blows, the whole person is not good.

The autumn wind is uncomfortable because there is more rain in autumn in the Andes Mountains, and the mountain wind carries thick moisture, especially at night, so that the temperature is seven or eight degrees lower out of thin air.

Kleist gritted his teeth and rushed out, although he was a little pampered in the past two years, but the foundation of being a regular knight was there, and he couldn't eat for a year and a half.

The personal bodyguard hurriedly followed with torches, and Kleist's low muffled snort made the personal bodyguard almost kneel on the spot, this lord was a lord who was lenient and strict with others, and his predecessors fell to the ground because of a little insignificant negligence.

It wasn't until the other party strode towards the city that the personal guard breathed a long sigh of relief, it seems that he escaped a catastrophe today, and he must pay attention next time, he will no longer be lazy and doze off on the night shift, if he falls into eternal sleep because of a moment of snooze, then he will lose to his grandmother's house.

Kleist, who had climbed the walls, finally understood what he had missed, where his greatest anxiety had come from, that old Bolton had taken so many elites that he was foolproof, and that the Bastille had become a huge sieve.

That's right, there are indeed more than 1,000 elites in the Bastille now, and there are nearly 3,000 slaves of all colors, but the area that needs to be defended is too large, and the rotation of day and night, there are at most 300 elites with 1,000 slave soldiers on guard at night, or even less.

Because Erickson, the very strict bull, was out, and these soldiers rarely found a chance to be lazy, and most of the night guards slept with their heads covered in the arrow towers and towers, leaving only one or two slaves to be drowsy in the cold wind.

If only one or two people were like this, Kleist walked seven or eight towers in a row, all of them were of this virtue, and the whole person shook into a sieve in the cold wind, not frozen, but frightened.

At present, the defense of the Bastille is useless, and he only needs to give him 300 elite soldiers who are proficient in climbing, and he can easily open the gates of the Bastille.

"Bang, Bang, Bang!"

"Enemy attack, enemy attack...... Uh......"

The abrupt stop of the gong and the shrill shout, so harsh in the cold wind, made the treacherous fox Kleist fall into the ice vault, sometimes things are just like this, I am really afraid of something.

After a short pause, Kleist kicked the squadron leader of the tower guard and roared, "Hurry up and send a warning signal, there is an enemy attack." After saying that, he ignored the squadron leader's reaction and ran towards the city wall where the alarm had just arrived.

After a brief period of confusion, the squadron leader who was able to serve as the guard of a tower was also a trained veteran, and after a brief period of confusion, he kicked his soldiers up while striking the police gong, and at the same time looked out from the arrowhead in the hazy moonlight, and suddenly gasped.

There are many shadows on the city wall, there are countless figures climbing up like apes, and the city wall seven or eight meters high is actually useless, with the help of ropes, five or six seconds of effort to jump up.

There was a muffled grunt and strange grunting sound outside, no stranger to him, it was the last sound in history when the throat was slit, and the blood poured down close to the throat and mouth.