"The Sentinel has doubled, with the army as the center, to probe all the intelligence within a radius of twenty miles, and not let go of any suspicious information. ”

"No!"

"The marching speed of the army has slowed down by three percent, and attention should be paid to the connection with the grain transportation team, and ensuring logistics security is the first priority. ”

"No!"

"Camp outside the Bastille tonight, and you are not allowed to enter the Bastille. ”

"No!"

After a short period of adjustment, the army led by Manyu once again slaughtered the Bastille.

Although the speed of the march was reduced, the entire army became a giant hedgehog.

Ambushing such an army is difficult to please, and if you are not careful, you will be stabbed all over your body.

Until the army drove outside the Bastille, let alone an ambush, not even a living person was seen.

The empty door of the Bastille was wide open, all kinds of banners, broken armor, all over the ground, even the city walls were dilapidated, and they were covered with dark red bloodstains, which were not cleaned after the motivating fight, and the whole city looked like it had been devastated by war.

Christopher did not drive the army directly into the Bastille, which had nothing to do with Conrad's advice, but was the instinct of a veteran, and in the face of any abnormal situation, caution was the safest choice, if not necessarily the right choice.

At first, the aristocratic private army carried out General Christopher's orders, but with the accidental leakage of a piece of news, it completely exploded - I don't know if the Andes were in too much of a hurry, or they didn't know the goods, and there were a lot of antique calligraphy and paintings in the Bastille that they didn't have time to take away.

In order to pick up the name of the nouveau riche, the old Bolton liked to collect antique calligraphy and paintings, and placed them in his inner fort, pretending to be noble and elegant, and was famous in the entire Manyu army.

It is said that nearly half of the wealth created by the Bastille was bought by him, and many of them were quite famous and genuine treasures, many of which were hard to find, and the few sentries who entered the city to investigate the situation picked up a few pieces were worth three or four thousand Byron gold coins, all of which caught up with the annual financial income of a small town.

Not to mention those little lords and little nobles whose deficit crisis is serious and their eyes are shining, even many noble lords with a lot of wealth are also very hot, why did they come here thousands of miles away?

Kill the enemy and repay the country.

That's the stuff of young people who haven't had their brains full yet.

Make a difference.

This is true, but the real purpose hidden behind the achievements is still for wealth.

And now the wealth is in front of them, within reach.

At first, many people were still skeptical, but after more and more people poured into the Bastille, they suddenly became anxious.

Even if there is more of Old Bolton's collection, it is limited, and now it is completely fast, slow, and late, there is not a single hair left, and as for Christopher's military order, they have long been thrown out of the clouds.

Christopher couldn't stop it, after all, they belonged to the aristocratic private army and had a great right to free movement, not to mention, it was not only them who were red-eyed, but the descendants of the Faren family led by him were hot-eyed.

The generals of the four main armies, who had already entered and exited his tent no less than three times, advised him to march the army directly into the Bastille, and racked his brains to make several specious and necessary items.

In the final analysis, I was still tempted by wealth and wanted a piece of the pie.

Not only these leaders, but even the soldiers below, many of them escaped from the camp with red eyes, and they also wanted to follow into the Bastille to make a move, both bold and reckless, and some of them were instructed by their own superiors.

Christopher's successive strikes at dozens of levels, including several school guards, completely curbed this greed, but since then, his reputation among these four legions has plummeted.

is the so-called blocking people's money, such as killing his parents, how can he end up with the parents who killed so many people today?

But this resentment only lasted for half a night, and when the fire burned and the winter thunder echoed in the ears from below, all the eyes of everyone looking at Christopher changed, and all the curses in their hearts turned into praise.

Such as anticipating the enemy's opportunity, anticipating things like a god, being wise and powerful, and predicting the prophet...... It all fell to the old general.

As everyone knows, the wise and martial general in their mouths was also covered in cold sweat at this time-shocked.

Only he knew that he was far from being as tough as he appeared, and that he had wavered in his heart under the pressure from the bottom up, not because of his greed for the wealth of the Bastille, but because of the support of his soldiers, and without it, his value in the eyes of the Duke of Borg would plummet.

If the other party had launched any later, he would have been ready to drive his army into the Bastille early tomorrow morning.

It is impossible to say exactly where the fire in the Bastille began.

It seemed that in a few minutes, the whole Bastille was plunged into a sea of fire, and the lords and nobles and their private armies, who were blinded by wealth, panicked like frightened rats.

Screaming, cursing, and crying are intertwined, at this moment they don't care about any wealth at all, they only hate their parents for having two legs for missing their own legs, and there is no way to escape from this flaming purgatory.

The frightened crowd began to swarm towards the city gate, and in just a few minutes, a large city gate was tightly crowded.

At this moment, they don't have any friendly and polite thoughts, they all want to be the first to run out, even if they are crowded next to the lord who once held the power of life and death in their own hands, in order to snatch the power to go out of the city first, many people even draw their swords and kill each other in front of the city gate.

Thundered!

Their only hope of getting out of the city was dashed with an earth-shattering bang.

The entire city gate exploded open, and the sky-high flames were dozens of meters high, and a radius of hundreds of meters was shrouded in a rain of fire, like a volcanic eruption.

The rain of fire has a strong combustibility, falling on people, the wind cannot be dispersed, the water cannot be extinguished, even the iron armor will burn violently for several minutes, even if the world rolls, the effect is not great.

Hundreds of humanoid torches appeared on the spot, and they fled with frenzied wails, increasing the speed of the fire throughout the city.

It was then that the crowd discovered that the inconspicuous places of the Basdi were piled up with oily wood, and that they had already turned it into a huge oven, waiting for them to jump into it.

Blinded by their wealth, they didn't even notice these deadly threats, and even if anyone did, they didn't think about the traps, but pondered how to transport them back and make a fortune.

Ahh......hhh

Countless desperate soldiers, already on fire, jumped straight from the walls of the Bastille.

The walls of the Bastille are not high, that is, the level of the county level, but they also have the appearance of seven or eight meters, and if you jump directly from above, even if you are at the knight level, if you are not careful, you are easy to get injured, let alone ordinary soldiers.

Broken legs abounded, and occasionally a few lucky ones were nailed to death by countless arrows before they could get close to the camp a hundred meters.

Tzu is not in charge of the army.

An old general like Christopher would never allow anyone to storm his camp, not even his comrades.

As for the rescue.

Such thoughts didn't even pop through Christopher's mind.

In the face of such a man-made disaster, which is almost a natural disaster, manpower is limited, and they have no other way but to watch from a distance.

What's more, there are countless pairs of eyes staring at them in the dark, and as long as they show a little flaw, the other party will pounce out of the darkness like a hungry wolf and tear their throats.

At first, you could faintly hear all kinds of screams, but soon they disappeared completely, leaving only the crackling sound of burning, and the air was filled with a rich smell of barbecue, and countless people fell to their knees and vomited on the spot.

It is not known how many flammable materials were piled up in the Bastille, and the fire lasted for a whole day and a night, until a heavy rain in the early morning of the third day was completely extinguished, but still no one dared to enter the city.

The whole city was burned by the fire, and when the rain poured down, the entire section of the city wall was crumbling and collapsing.

Soon the battle damage was counted, and the blessing of Christopher, the descendants of the Faren family were basically not damaged, but the private army of the nobles was less than one-third of what it was when it came, which means that more than 20,000 people were burned in this fire.

One of them was a hereditary earl with the same title as him, eight hereditary viscounts, and more than thirty hereditary barons, and as for the number of lords and knights, it is impossible to count them in a short time.

This fire burned one-third of the powerful local nobles of the Manyu military leader, and such a battle loss has never been seen in the Manyu military leader since its establishment.

Even General Christopher, who doesn't know much about politics, knows that the Manyu military leader is in big trouble this time.

Behind a hereditary lord is a hereditary family, and for every death of a hereditary family, there will be a hereditary family that will have an alternation of power.

The alternation of rights of hereditary families has never been harmonious, especially for hereditary families with real power.

Brothers, uncles, nephews, sisters, fathers and sons are often beaten and bloodied, especially if the previous head of the family did not leave a last word, and in the case of violent deaths, the possibility of violence from this change of power is even higher.

With so many lords and nobles dying at once, General Krystov couldn't imagine what kind of demons would be like in the future for a period of time.

The most terrible thing is the blow to morale, mentioning the fire, mentioning the winter thunderous explosion, and many soldiers are still faceless.

I didn't see the face of the enemy, an empty city, a bunch of antique calligraphy and paintings, and so many people's lives were killed, and no one could tremble.

The words of the soldiers' arguments have all changed, and they have lost their ambition to make meritorious achievements, and they have no confidence that they can kill a few people when they go to the battlefield.

The better ones just want to go home, and the bad ones are rumored that the enemy they are facing this time is not a human, but the evil ghosts and gods in the Andes Mountains, and it is not at all a match to punish them for the harm they have done to the Andes Mountain people over the years.

As soon as this kind of person was discovered, Christopher did not hesitate to cut them down, which is a typical wanton enemy, helping the enemy to defeat his own morale.

There was no way to fight this battle, and the ancient river channel of Jacob, without the cover of the Bastille, was not like an unguarded girl with her legs crossed, but a big mouth open in the Andes Mountains that could not be seen, waiting for them to send it to the door themselves.

Who knows if there's another fire waiting for them inside - the Andes Mountains are the most lacking of trees.

However, neither General Christopher nor the nominal Supreme Commander Patrium dared to make such a decision, and sent a sentry to report to Duke Borg in the starry night, waiting for his instructions.