When Sean received the news that the enemy had emerged from the Bastille, he relaxed.

The most dangerous arrow is always the unshot arrow. Once it leaves the string, the threat level will be greatly reduced.

Old Burton's behavior did not go beyond Sean's prediction. The Bastille was the focus of their defense. The two sides fought fiercely at the gate of the Bastille, with hundreds of people gathered in the small space.

The sound of killing was loud, and every time the weapon was swung, flesh and blood flew everywhere, 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 on the flammable materials. He originally wanted to light one or two buildings as a signal for coordinated operations, but in the end, the entire inner fort was set on fire, 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 wide as the main road. The small space only allows one or two fully armed soldiers to pass through, and there will be a large number of unsuspecting soldiers pouring in behind. If they go back here,

Well, the consequences can be imagined.

Old Bolton was very decisive. He led his soldiers and rushed to the gate of the inner castle. As long as he controlled this place, the battle could still be fought.

The inner fortress of the Bastille is a key target of suspicion. In addition to smearing tung oil on flammable materials to set up traps, two hundred-man guards of the Skull Crusher Legion were also placed at the gate of the inner fort, on duty 24 hours a day. The order they received was to defend the city to the death.

Door, whether people outside want to enter or people inside want to go out.

Personal martial arts skills no longer matter. Even if your skills are superb, you won't be able to show off your skills if you turn around to either be your enemy or your comrade.

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

In terms of weapons, there is almost no difference between the two. They are both produced in Bastille. The only difference is the type. On one side, there are mostly half-handed swords, and on the other side, there are mostly heavy weapons.

It's hard to say who has the advantage. Both are powerful weapons. In this situation, the swings are not round, so there is no talk of power. In the end, both sides drew out short spare weapons and fought, but with little effect.

Because one side is made of finely forged plate armor, and the other side is heavy infantry wearing three layers of armor. Even if these short weapons are blunted, they can't do anything to the opponent. If you want to kill the opponent, you must first tear off the opponent's defense.

Just done.

At this point, the Skull Crusher Soldiers have the advantage. Being tall and powerful, they are condescending and can grab the enemy's helmet accurately. Once the helmet is pulled off, the person is basically sentenced to death. He will die one minute earlier and die later.

It's a matter of one minute.

The Bastille soldiers soon learned to be smart. They hunched over and burrowed into the arms of the Skull-Crushing soldiers. The short sword in their hands was designed to drill into the gaps in the armor. Once they were stabbed to the point where they could no longer stand, the moment they fell, they would fall.

The moment the sword seals the throat.

The fierce battle lasted for less than half an hour. Thick blood flowed freely like a stream, almost covering the feet. The Bastille soldiers led by Old Burton were already struggling to their death.

Because the Andis people were frightened but not in chaos, under the coordinated command of Sean and the Youth Army, the skull-crushing soldiers stationed in other positions were coming in a steady stream. They did not blindly join the battle. The space was too small and they were not involved in the battle.

More people will not help the situation.

They reorganized their formation outside the inner fort, with the Skull Crusher Legion in front, the Youth Army and the Affiliated Engineer Regiment in the rear, all united with the Andis Longbow, and the Centurion Guards, who were packed together like sardines, were also withdrawing one after another.

battlefield.

Under the supervision of their superiors, the Bastille soldiers were also regrouping and preparing for the final struggle.

"Who is Sean? Don? Augustine? Come out and speak."

The regrouped soldiers of the Bastille opened a gap, and the old Bolton in silver plate armor walked out with great strides. The bloodstains on his sword and armor told the world that they were not purely decorations, and he shouted outside.

He said, "You don't even have the courage to have a face-to-face conversation with an old man!"

"Don't go!" Marshall tugged 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 fired."

"It doesn't matter." Sean smiled and said, "I really want to know why he still wants to see me at this time."

In fact, Sean was also curious about the appearance of this demon who had plagued the Andis mountain people for more than thirty years and made countless Andis people hate him with gnashing teeth. He had heard his name thousands of times, but he had never met him face to face.

"Be careful and you won't make a mistake." Although Marshall did not stop Sean, he allowed four skull-crushing soldiers holding tower shields to follow him closely.

What they hold is not so much a tower shield as four cast iron plates. The four soldiers are also carefully selected strongmen, and they can definitely be selected as junior officers in the Skull Crusher Legion.

It was Skullcrusher McGee who specially arranged to be by Sean's side. Since the capture of Bastille, in McGee's eyes, Sean's value has doubled, and of course he must be protected as a treasure.

Sean didn't refuse. Playing cool had long been eliminated from his life dictionary. To satisfy his curiosity, he also did it while ensuring his own safety.

Sean was greatly disappointed by Burton's appearance. He was neither a disgustingly vulgar face nor a heroic appearance. He was just an ordinary Byronian who couldn't be more ordinary.

Without that dazzling armor, he couldn't be picked out among the crowd, which once again confirmed the huge gap between reality and imagination.

While Sean was looking 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 was Bolton's first impression. Although he had heard this comment from more than one person, he was still shocked by the other person's age, which was why he felt this way.

It’s not that Sean is really young. There are many people at his age who are starting families and starting businesses. Many younger than him are already veterans of the battlefield. It’s that Sean’s achievements during this period are so brilliant that many people

There is no way to do it in a lifetime, so there is a strong psychological contrast.

Mature.

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

.

He was not wrong about this. Counting on his fingers, Sean's two lifetimes combined were no younger than his.

"I'm Sean."

"Younger than I expected."

"Thank you! I think some things have nothing to do with age. Your Excellency, the city lord, didn't call me out just to see what his enemy looks like!"

"That's what I really think! Isn't it possible? When you go to heaven, wouldn't it be shameful to not know who sent you there?"

"Does your Excellency the City Lord think that you can still go to heaven?"

"Why can't I go to heaven? Is it because I founded the Bastille and sold slaves? Don't forget, we are enemies."

"Do you know what it was like thirty years ago? Do you know what we call the Andis? Human locusts. They are a group of locusts. Every harvest season, they swarm out of the mountains and rob us of everything.

Kill all the men and take away the women and children for the fruits they have worked so hard for years.”

"I witnessed with my own eyes the tragic death of my parents, elder brother, and younger brother at their hands, and our manor turned into a pile of ashes. From that day on, I swore revenge. I wanted those locusts to never leave the mountains, even if it cost me

No matter how much life is spared."

Old Bolton's face was filled with intense hatred that could not be overcome. His body contained a soul that was completely twisted by hatred. Facing such a person, Sean had nothing to say. Looking at his posture, Old Bolton also

Not ready to hear what he said.

"Do you think that you can really own this city if you defeat me? You are wrong. It won't take long before the Feilun family's cavalry will crush this place. When the time comes, you will face the most terrifying leader of Man Yu's army.

Our army, with your rabble, has no choice but to roll back into the mountains."

"Do you think this is a way to stimulate the general?" Sean asked a little uncertainly, whether the old Bolton was crazy because of the stimulation.

He was talking here and there, and the last few words finally made sense. This old guy wanted to dig a hole for himself, and wanted to have a fight with the iron cavalry of the Feren family, but his level was too low.

, you can also deal with a stubborn fool like McGee.

"Why are you afraid?" Old Bolton acted very enthusiastically, "There are many people like me, and you Andisians will never be able to stand up."

"Whether the Andis people can turn over or not is up to us, not you. Even if it happens one day, you won't be able to see it! The murderer is the murderer, and it will not be because of your own self-proclaimed justice.

Change, you can’t go to heaven! Shoot the arrow!”

Sean felt that he would not be able to find any common language with an outright racist avenger, so he ended the conversation cleanly. It was business to end it as soon as possible and go back to bed early.

When hundreds of Andis longbows and heavy arrows were thrown down, this war could have ended early - as for these Andis longbows and heavy arrows, they were only a small part of what Sean had intercepted in advance.

Enough to equip a hundred-man guard to deal with emergencies like this.

The effectiveness of the Andis longbow and heavy arrows against plate armor is obviously much worse. It is not as indestructible as it is against chain armor and scale armor, but it cannot withstand large numbers.

When more than two thousand heavy arrows hit, some unlucky ones were always hit at the key points of the defense, and the newly assembled Bastille soldiers suffered heavy casualties.

Unfortunately, Old Bolton was not left behind, and he once again returned to the inner castle.

When we found him again, his face had been burned beyond recognition, and only his plate armor was left to indicate his identity.

It doesn't matter whether the charred corpse is Old Bolton himself. As long as the Bull Erikson and his thousands of soldiers outside the city recognize it, when they lay down their weapons and kneel down to surrender, it represents Old Bolton.

Bastille has become a thing of the past.
Chapter completed!