Chapter 48: Hatred

　　 When Sean received the news that the enemy had killed Neibourg Bastille, he relaxed instead.
　　 The most dangerous arrow is always the unfired arrow. Once it leaves the string, the threat will be greatly reduced.
　　 Old Bolton’s acting style did not go beyond Sean’s predictions. Inner Bastille was the focus of their defense. The two sides fought fiercely at the gate of the Inner Bastille. The narrow space crowded hundreds of people.
　　 The killing sound shook the sky, every time a weapon was swung, flesh and blood flew across, and every time it was the most direct collision between the flesh and the armor.
Old Bolton set the fire, but he did not expect that Sean insidiously painted tung oil on combustibles. Originally, he only wanted to light one or two buildings as a signal for coordinated operations. As a result, the entire inner fort was ignited. Turn yourself into a prisoner in fire.
It’s not that Bolton doesn’t want to withdraw, but no one will build the secret road as spacious as the road. The narrow space only allows one or two heavily armed soldiers to walk through, and there are a large number of unsuspecting soldiers rushing in. If you go back here Chung, the consequences can be imagined.
　　 Old Bolton was decisive, and he led the soldiers to the inner fort gate. As long as he mastered this, he would still be fought in this battle.
As the key suspicion of the Bastille Neibourg, in addition to arranging traps with tung oil on the combustibles, two skull-crusher hundred guards were also arranged at the gates of the Neibourg. They were on duty for 24 hours. The order they received was to defend the city. The door, whether the people outside want to get in, or the people inside want to get out.
　　 Personal martial arts are no longer important, even if your skills are superb, turning around is either an enemy or a comrade-in-arms, you can’t use it at all.
　　 At this time, the competition is whose weapon is sharper, whose armor is stronger, and whose will is stronger.
　　 On weapons, the two are almost the same. They are both produced by the Bastille. The only difference is the difference in types. On the one hand, they are mostly half-handed swords and on the other are heavy weapons.
　　It's hard to say who has the advantage. Both are big weapons. In this kind of situation, they are not round, so how can they talk about power. In the end, both sides drew out short spare weapons to fight, but with little effect.
Because one side is a well-forged plate armor, and the other side is a heavy infantry wearing a three-layer armor. Even if these short weapons are blunt, there is nothing to do with the opponent. If you want to kill the opponent, you must first tear off the opponent's defense. Just become.
At this point, the skull-crushing soldiers have the upper hand. They are tall and majestic. They grab the enemy's helmet accurately. Once the helmet is pulled off, the person is basically sentenced to death. Death a minute early, death late. One minute thing.
The Bastille soldiers quickly learned to be shrewd. He arched his body and drilled into the arms of the skull-crushing soldier. The short sword in his hand drilled into the gap in the armor. Once they could not stand, the moment they fell, it was a moment. The moment the sword seals the throat.
　　The fierce battle lasted for less than half an hourglass, thick blood flowing like a creek, and almost no foot, the Bastille soldiers led by Old Bolton had become a dying struggle.
Because the Andean side was shocked and not chaotic, under the coordinated command of Sean and the Junior Army, the skull crushers stationed in other positions were constantly rushing over. They did not join the battle blindly. The space was too small and devoted. No amount of manpower will help the situation.
They re-arranged their troops outside the Naiburg, with the Skull Smasher in front, the Youth Army and the affiliated engineering corps behind, all unified Andis longbows, and the hundred guards crowded together like sardines are also withdrawing one after another. battlefield.
　　 Under the supervision of his chief, the Bastille soldiers are also regrouping, preparing for the final struggle.
　　 "Who is Sean? Don? Augustine? Come out and talk."
The regrouped Bastille soldiers cracked a gap, and an old Bolton in silver plate armor walked out in a hurry. The long sword and the blood stains on the armor told the world that they were not pure decorations, and shouted outside. Said, "You don't even have the courage to talk to an old man directly!"
　　 "Don't go!" Marshall tugged at Sean's arm. "It's just an old beast. There is no need to talk nonsense with him, just order the arrows to be released."
　　 "It's okay." Xiao En smiled and said, "I want to know why he wants to see me at this time."
　　 In fact, Sean is also curious about what the devil looks like, which has harmed the Andis mountain people for more than 30 years and has gritted his teeth that countless Andis people hate. He has heard the name of the other party thousands of times, but has never seen him face to face.
　　 "Be careful not to be wrong." Although Marshall didn't stop Sean again, he let four skull-crushing soldiers with tower shields follow him inseparably.
　　 They are not so much holding tower shields as four cast iron plates. The four soldiers are also carefully selected strong men, and they can be properly selected as basic-level officers in the Skull Smasher Legion.
　　 was specially arranged by McGee the Skullcrusher beside Sean. Since he captured the Bastille, in McGee's eyes, Sean's value has doubled, of course he must be protected as a baby.
　　 Xiao En did not refuse either. Shao Ku was removed from his life dictionary a long time ago. To satisfy his curiosity, he also proceeded under the premise of ensuring his own safety.
　　 Bolton’s looks greatly disappointed Sean. He was neither an obnoxious face, nor a heroic appearance, but an ordinary Byron who could no longer be ordinary.
　　 took off the dazzling armor, and was unable to pick it out in the crowd, confirming once again that there is a huge gap between reality and imagination.
　　 While Sean looked at Bolton, Bolton was also examining this young man who had driven himself to a dead end in just half a month.
　　Young.
　　 This is Bolton's first impression. Although he has heard this evaluation from more than one person's mouth, he is still shocked by the other person's age. The reason for this feeling.
It’s not that Sean is really young. There are many people like him who have started a family and set up businesses. Many younger soldiers are already battle-tested veterans. It’s that Sean’s achievements during this period are too brilliant. They are many people. It can't be done in a lifetime, so there is a strong psychological contrast.
　　Mature.
This kind of maturity has nothing to do with age, but from his words, deeds and eyes. If you ignore 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 didn't make a mistake on this point, and when he counted it, the combined age of Sean and his two generations was not younger than him.
　　 "I am Sean."
　　 "Younger than I expected."
　　 "Thank you! I think there are things that have nothing to do with age. Your Lord of the City called me out, not just to see what my enemy looks like!"
　　 "I really think so! Isn't it possible? When I go to heaven, I don't know who sent myself to it. Isn't it shameful."
　　 "My Lord, do you think you can go to heaven?"
　　 "Why can't I go to heaven? Is it because I built the Bastille? The slave trade? Don't forget that we are the enemy."
"Do you know what it was like thirty years ago? Do you know how we call the Andeans? Human locusts, they are a group of locusts. Every harvest season, they will rush out of the mountains in groups to us away. The fruits of years of hard work have killed all men and taken away women and children."
"I witnessed the tragic death of my parents, elder brother, and younger brother in their hands. Our manor was turned into a pile of ashes. From that day on, I vowed revenge. I want those locusts to never get out of the mountains, even if they bet on me My life will not be spared any more."
Old Bolton’s face was full of insufferable hatred, and his body was filled with a soul that was completely distorted by hatred. Facing such a person, Sean had nothing to say. Looking at his posture, Old Bolton also Not ready to listen to what he said.
"Do you think that if you defeat me, you can really own this city? It's a big mistake. It won't take long before the iron cavalry of the Faerun family will smash here. Then you will face the most terrifying leader of the Man Yu army. The army, relying on you mobs, can only return to the mountain."
　　 "Do you think this is a stimulus method?" Sean asked a little uncertain, whether old Bolton was irritated and crazy.
Speaking of words, one hammer on the east and the other on the west, the last few words finally came out. This old man wants to dig himself when he arrives, and wants himself to fight against the iron horses of the Faerun family, but the level is too low , It can also deal with McGee's kind of stupid stuff~EbookFREE.me~ Why are you afraid? "Old Bolton performed very hilariously, "There are still many people like me, and you Andis people never want to turn over." "
"Whether the Andis people can turn over, we have the final say, not you, even if it is true that one day, you will not see it! The murderer is the murderer, not because of the justice you advertise. Something changed, heaven, you can't get up! Let the arrows go!"
　　 Sean felt that he and a racist avenger would not find any common language, and ended this conversation neatly, ending early and going back to bed early.
When hundreds of Andis longbow heavy arrows are thrown down, the war can be brought to an end in advance. As for these Andis longbow heavy arrows, they are only a small part of Sean intercepted in advance. Enough to equip a hundred-men guard, in order to cope with this sudden situation.
　　 Andis's longbow heavy arrows are significantly less effective against plate armor. They don't have the indestructiveness of chain mail and scale armor, but they can't hold up a large number.
　　 When more than two thousand heavy arrows fell, some bad luck guys were always hit by the defensive points, and the Bastille soldiers who had just assembled were severely injured.
　　 Regrettably, he did not leave Old Bolton behind. He once again returned to Neiburg.
When 　　 found him again, his face was burnt and indistinguishable, only the plate armor was left to show his identity.
As for whether the burnt corpse is old Bolton himself, it doesn’t matter, as long as the bull Erickson outside the city and his thousands of soldiers recognize it. When they put down their weapons and surrendered, they represented old Bolton. Completely become the past tense of the Bastille.
　　 When he personally saw the reorganized Junior Army affiliated engineers, Eriksson sighed from the bottom of his heart, "Salvage others with oneself, and lose without resentment."