Chapter 20: Bastille

"Chad, you lead a small team to control the direction of the Bastille. When you find that the Bastille is sending troops out of the city, you will immediately send someone to report back. If you encounter slave soldiers who are going back for help on the road, don't move them. Protect them and make sure that the letter of help is sent back to Bastille, and you can choose to leave by hand without a half-minute delay."
　　 "Lead the life."
　　 "The remaining people split up and go to all the villages that can be found, and gather all the people who can be called. I want to make the Andes Mountains completely change the sky, and act."
　　 "Yes."
Perhaps it was Sean’s clean command voice, or perhaps the last impassioned sentence,
I want to make the Andes Mountains completely change the sky
. It was stimulated, and everyone’s expressions became very excited. They waited for this day. After waiting for a lifetime, if other people say such a thing, they will definitely sneer. If this sentence comes out of Sean’s mouth, they will firmly believe that this kind of trust is not born out of thin air, but more than ten years. As accumulated in a day.
As waves of hands were thrown out, a big net woven by Sean will soon take shape. In fact, this big net has been weaving since he started to walk. This is a little bit of time and practical action. The accumulated network of contacts, those who have been helped by Sean and his mother, are all small nodes on this big network, in which the former orphaned children exist as the main line.
　　 Plant flowers with the intention of not blooming, unintentionally planting willows and willows make shade.
The latter sentence is very suitable for Xiao En. He didn't think about what to gain from those orphans at the beginning. He just took what he needed and supported each other to survive. The same is true of the current network. , He is just in line with the principle of "multiple friends, multiple paths, multiple enemies and multiple walls". Moreover, more visits are also a good opportunity to exercise his medical skills. He did not expect that after more than ten years, he would have formed such a huge relationship. network.
As for how big this net is, even Sean himself can’t say for sure. After more than ten years, there have been countless people who have been blessed by him and his mother. Some are no longer alive, and some are groups of children. Even more prosperous, it is not uncommon to become the master of one village and one village.
　　 Now that the net has been cast out, it is not Sean's decision to catch exactly how big the fish can be. All he can do now is wait patiently.
　　 In the process of waiting, if there is food accompanied by food, the time will not be so long, and making food is also what Sean is good at. Even if he is not good at it, after more than ten years of training, he will become good at it.
In the Andes Mountains in autumn, there is never a shortage of various ingredients. These ingredients are pure natural, non-polluting wild organic vegetables and all kinds of game. You only need to match them reasonably, even in a large pot. It's delicious, delicious, delicious, and it's just a matter of minutes to conquer those Andis mountain people.
After more than ten years of work, Sean finally figured out one thing, the same delicious ingredients, but the taste of the housewives of the Andis mountain people is similar to that of pig food, not that they are too stupid, but they The real shrewdness-you can save food.
　　 Even so, every family doesn’t have the habit of leftovers. Whether it’s in the dishes or in the pot, it’s cleaner than a dog’s lick, and it saves the effort of washing dishes.
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The Bastille, it has many aliases. People in the Manyu army are accustomed to calling it the "Golden City" because it is backed by a huge gold mine-the Andes Mountains, where there are not only precious medicinal materials, but also gorgeous Animal skins, and the wealth that can walk on two legs, but you have enough courage to walk in the mountains, as long as you can come back alive, the harvest in the mountains is enough to make you live in the next ten years. Happy and comfortable, but high gains are accompanied by high risks. Many people have found wealth in this gold mine. After entering, there are no more people who have heard of it. Therefore, this city is also called the "City of the Brave" "Only those who have the courage to dare to ask for a place to live.
The mountain people of Andes call this city the "City of Sin", "City of Weeping", and "City of Blood and Tears". This city is completely built on the bones of mountain people of Andes. The flesh and blood of the mountain people grew up, and every stone on it carried the blood and tears of the mountain people of Andes.
　　 It is more appropriate to say that he is a military fort rather than a city. There are no regular residents here. There are only two kinds of people here, one is the slave hunter, and the other is the slave waiting to be traded.
Really speaking, the Bastille can be regarded as an old antique with a name and a surname. The exact time of establishment is no longer available. There is still a history of one or two hundred years, but it will be divided into thirty years and thirty years. Said later.
Thirty years ago, the Bastille was just a small military fortress through and through. There was a hundred-men guard stationed all year round, which had never been fully staffed. It was nominally a guard against the mountain people of the Andes Mountains, but in fact it was just a pile at the top. Cannon fodder serves as a dispensable alert. Once a large number of Andis mountain people emerge from the mountain, this military fort will either have become an empty fort or will be trampled directly by Andis mountain people. After returning to the mountain, the local lord sent a new cannon fodder after the Andis mountain people raged.
　　 This situation did not change fundamentally until thirty years ago.
　　 An incident happened that year and two people appeared.
In that year, the contemporary Duke of Faerun, Borg Slav Ferren, succeeded to the throne. This young duke with the reputation of a desert lion demonstrated his superb military qualities and led the golden camel, which was not yet well-known on the mainland, to ride on Jacob. The ancient Bujiang River successfully ambushed the looting Andis mountain people.
That battle was a model of ambush tactics. The messy army of Andis mountain people hadn't reacted yet, and the golden camel heavy cavalry shouting for glory appeared in front of them with the momentum of thunder, and they were defeated. Flowing into a river, it is said that more than 20,000 people from the Andes Mountains were wiped out during the war, and nearly 30,000 were captured, while the golden camel riders suffered less than 100 casualties.
That battle left the Andis mountain people badly injured. Although the number of casualties is not as exaggerated as the Faerun family advertised, there are always 20,000 to 30,000 damages, all of which are the pillars of the Andis mountain people’s family. The people who came out of the mountains and looted the Sanzhai and Badong dominated the majority of the casualties. Since then, their reputation has plummeted among the Andes mountain people. Coupled with civil strife, they have gradually lost their leadership position, and the Andis mountain people have changed internally. Confusion.
　　 If there is no other person, Andis mountain people will rest and rejuvenate for more than ten years, and when the next generation grows up, they will still come out from here and embark on the old path of their ancestors.
　　 The appearance of this person has completely changed the living condition of the Andis mountain people for the next thirty years. This man named Bolton Batchel is not someone else but the owner and supreme ruler of the Bastille.
Bolton Batchel, this is a man with a legendary experience, able to build a city in just thirty years with his own power, and a man who can't lift his head after thirty years of suppressing a nation is naturally Full of legend, people who know him like to call him a merchant knight, a knight who is proficient in business.
Bolton was also a member of the golden camel cavalry. He was one of the thousands of golden camel cavalry who defeated the Andes mountain people. He saw a strong business opportunity from the captured Andes mountain people. Later, he used his military exploits to directly place his fief in the Bastille. Taking advantage of the fact that the Faerun family was strong and the Andis mountain people fell into a downturn, they began to hunt for slaves, whether they were trained as serfs or as slaves. The gladiators were able to sell at a good price, and soon made his first pot of gold.
Under his intentional advocacy and his own example, countless people followed the trend. The slave hunters began to enter the mountain like locusts. It is said that at the peak of the time, there were as many as dozens of slave hunters entering the mountain on the same day. The survival range of the Sishan people has forced hundreds of miles into the mountains. This is an achievement that the Faerun family has not been able to achieve in the past few years with tens of thousands of troops deployed.
The large number of slaves has also led to the vigorous development of the slave trade and gladiatorial industries of the Manyu Army. Now it has developed into the two pillar industries of the Manyu Army. The high demand naturally drives the continuous development of the slave hunting industry. This is typical A win-win model. Under such circumstances, the development speed of Bastille is naturally the same as wheels.
Turning the Bastille into what it is now is the proudest thing in his life for the old Bolton. He has always regarded her as his own child-the kind that is more intimate than his own son, because he has not embraced his son since he was a child. Several times, but Bastille had to patrol every day, from beginning to end, rain or shine.
Counting years old, Old Bolton is also over sixty, but except for his hair is a bit white, his waist is still strong, his appetite is not reduced back then, when he walked, his eyes were sharp like eagles, and the whistle on the arrow tower. Tan didn't respond, he had already found the embarrassed figure from the Andes Mountains, which made his brows frown, and that man had his very familiar costume-the Bastille marksman uniform.
　　 "Does the marksman school team have any training in the mountains recently?"
　　 "No, sir."
　　 "What about the final assessment of the newcomer?"
　　 "There is no ~EbookFREE.me~Master, this time the assessment date is set in winter."
"Then who can tell me what's the matter with this guy's military uniform? There are defectors in the marksman's school regiment? Or the Bastille marksman's uniform has become a clown's clothes, and anyone can wear it?" Old Bolton's The tone is too high for two quarters. Anyone familiar with him knows that this is a precursor to his eruption. No wonder he is so angry. The Bastille marksman is one-handedly trained and proud of the elite unit to deal with. A great weapon of Andis Mountain People, anything about this unit will make him care.
　　 "Master Benson took the master's warrant and seconded a squadron marksman ten days ago." The old butler reminded, "This squad has not returned yet. He should be a member of that squadron."
"They haven't come back?" Old Bolton's brows were not stretched, but they wrinkled deeper. The reason why he gave Benson a marksman in the squadron was to deal with the young man from Sauron, the main dog. Enough hunting with eagles, for the sake of excitement, he learnt from others and played as slave hunters. He really thought those mountain people were like tamed slaves. When he saw you coming, he would kneel on the ground and wait for you to tie the rope. ?
Hunting slaves is an industry full of blood and tears. It is not just the mountain folks, but half of them are slave hunters. The slave hunters in this city change every few years and can carry There are only a handful of people who are rich and worthy of leaving, and more of them leave their lives in the mountains on the opposite side forever and become the nourishment for the forests.
At this moment, Old Bolton had a bad premonition. The marksman brought it back, even if it was not good news. He turned and went down the city wall, and ordered: "Take him to the war room, and at the same time invite Klester Your Excellency come here with General Eriksson."
　　 "Yes, sir."