The Origin of Arcane

In the past, Bastille's sharpshooters were able to overwhelm the Andes mountain people, relying on their own equipment advantages. They not only possessed finely crafted military bows, but also exquisite studded leather armor, plus abundant logistical supplies. It is not comparable to the helpless Andes mountain people.

Now the situation has completely reversed. The equipment carefully crafted and designed by Xiao En and the Boys Army is better than that of the Bastille soldiers, and it is comprehensive.

Let’s just say that the military ration jerky has fully considered the nutritional issues. Although each standard military ration weighs only ten pounds, it is enough to support the high-intensity consumption of an adult hunter for a week.

There are several mobile supply stations behind them to replenish various supplies for them.

The soldiers of Bastille turned into rootless duckweed this time. Although the large troops of Bastille are constantly advancing behind, they can give them some assistance, but the military supplies they come out this time are certain, and they will fight When you are afraid of your hands and feet, it is inevitable to suffer losses.

The arrows they carry with them are often exhausted within a few minutes, and they don't have the ability to gather materials from the local area like the Andes mountain people. In the end, they either fight hand-to-hand or are chased around like rabbits.

The final result is usually not very good. In the case of complete exposure, it will only attract more hunters. In the end, the death of being surrounded and beaten is considered small. If one accidentally exposes one's companions, it will be a death. It's a string.

The sharpshooter that A Nuo was following fell into this situation. Half a day ago, the other party cunningly killed a carbine and collided with A Nuo.

The confrontation between the two became heated in an instant, and the nervous sharpshooter shot the two pots of arrows that he carried with him in just three minutes.

The opponent's archery skills are absolutely worthy of the title of marksman. Not only does he have superb arrow speed, but his accuracy is also astonishing, especially the arrow where the two met head-on. Even thinking about it now, Arnold is still terrified.

Just when he was stunned, the opponent's arrow had already appeared in front of him like a shooting star. He only had time to lower his head before he was hit. Anuo felt his head was hit hard, and his neck was almost dislocated. , the newly rationed helmet saved his life, and the arrow barely pierced through three layers of cowhide, lacking stamina, and only scratched the skin a little.

The unshot arrow is the most threatening. As an excellent archer, you must always keep the last arrow in your quiver.

When the young leader of the Bastille talked about archers, this theory left a deep impression on Arnold. No one has summed them up in succinct language.

Arnold has not had time to prove the latter statement, but the current situation has proved the correctness of the previous statement.

When shooting each other just now, Arnold consciously controlled the speed of his arrows. Each shot is not so much killing the enemy as it is to lure the opponent to squander their arrows. what else can i do

There is no chance for melee combat.

A Nuo still has at least one and a half pots of arrows, and his archery skills are better than the opponent's. If the opponent dares to leave the shelter and rush towards him, he will tell him with facts what a humanoid hedgehog looks like.

The rest is a game of cat and mouse.

The sharpshooter who had no arrows fled in front, and Arnold chased after him. During the chase, he even recovered some of the arrows from both sides.

Those who run away are very cautious, and those who pursue are even more cautious. As an excellent old hunter, Arnold knows very well how terrifying a wounded beast is, let alone a human being.

What Arnold has to do now is to follow behind the opponent unhurriedly, drive him away until he is exhausted, and then shoot a fatal arrow. During this process, he must also divide his rest time reasonably, so that One's energy and physical strength do not fall below the passing line.

One wrong step, one wrong step.

A sharpshooter who is in a panic is like a headless chicken. When he is in a hurry, he can't help but start to move closer to the companions he knows, hoping to use the help of his companions to get rid of the lingering trouble behind him.

But he soon discovered that his companion was in more trouble than himself. Not only was there an enemy behind him, but he was also injured. The most fatal injury was his leg. Injuring his leg in guerrilla warfare was no different from losing his life.

This sharpshooter didn't have any sexual spirit, he didn't care about Pao Zezhiyi at all, he turned his head and walked away, faster than a rabbit.

In the face of the threat of life and death, people's sentiments can become very high. Giving up one's life for others is the act of a saint, but such people are rare, and more are common people and villains who are desperate for their own survival.

The threat of a panicked sharpshooter is still limited, but when this situation occurs with a dozen or even dozens of people, the outcome of this outpost is self-evident.

The victory of the skirmish is not measured by how many people are killed by the opponent, but how much useful information the opponent's sentry can bring back.

Old Bolton, who was suppressed by the sharpshooter unit, became completely blind. He still knew nothing about its internal situation until it was only a dozen miles away from Bastille. This was undoubtedly very passive.

As for imitating Sean's original night attack, don't even think about it, not to mention Sean's preparedness, but after the old Bolton took back the sharpshooter, the ghosts of Andis mountain people haunted the large army , from time to time put a cold arrow.

Because the distance was too far, the opponent's bow was too weak, and did not cause much casualties, but they couldn't stand up to the enemy, but there was nothing they could do.

It wasn't that old Bolton was reluctant to sacrifice the sharpshooter troops, but that the supply of arrows could not keep up. If the outpost continued, they would have to bite the bullet in the subsequent siege.

Old Bolton set up camp ten miles away from Bastille, not because he didn't want to get closer, but because he leveled all the obstacles within ten miles of Bastille, and there were a lot of half-human tall weeds growing, which was prepared for Bastille. first line of defense.

If the Andes mountain people form a large army, they will be pissed off without knowing it. I never thought that the obstacles and traps I set for the enemy at the beginning have now become my biggest obstacle.

The way to break this obstacle is very simple, all you need is a fire, but this fire can't be burned out in a day and a half. Originally, this was one of the tasks of a sharpshooter. Couldn't touch it.

The person who came up with this method is definitely a genius. Looking at the raging fire outside the city, Sean sighed sincerely. If it hadn't been for the old Bolton who set the fire on his own initiative, he would not have thought that the weeds outside the city were actually part of the city defense.

This made Xiao En feel awe-inspiring. No matter how smart he is, he is only a single person. It is impossible to cover everything. Although the Youth Army is brilliant, it is only the king of the mountains. There are still considerable limitations in terms of knowledge and experience.

The wisdom of people in this world, especially the wisdom of war, must not be underestimated, not to mention that the castle they are stationing now belongs to someone else. When it comes to understanding this castle, it is beyond the capabilities of Sean and the others who have been stationed for just a week. comparable.

So what about genius? It's not useless in front of us. I don't know if it's because they took down the Bastille, or because Sean helped them replace the new equipment.

During this period of time, Skull Crusher McGee was full of confidence, as if there was nothing he couldn't solve in this world, and he didn't pay much attention to the attacking old Bolton.

Sean didn't attack McGee's overconfidence. After all, McGee's current role is to charge into the battle. He rarely intervenes in decision-making opinions. Sufficient confidence can boost the morale of his subordinates, and the advantages outweigh the disadvantages.

Throwing a parchment scroll to McGee, Sean said, Look, this is the gauntlet sent to us by the Lord Bolton.

Did you do it on purpose? I know I have a headache when I see these earthworm-like things. They know me, but I don't know them! Skull Crusher McGee stared at the bull's eye, turning the sheepskin scroll over and over, Didn't even find which side was up and down.

Reading and literacy is a must. In the future, I will send someone to tutor you. After fighting side by side this time, Sean and McGee's relationship has grown closer.

These years of subtle influences have finally taken effect. McGee has a certain sense of agreement with Sean's point of view. In other words, the capture of the Bastille has vented most of the hatred accumulated in his heart. He no longer lives completely for hatred, and is no longer as stubborn as before. Taking advantage of the enthusiasm, it is natural to want to further strengthen the relationship between the two parties.

At present, he is still using the Tiger Banner of the Skull Crusher very easily, and this kind of cooperation can go on for a few more years.

This is also a helpless choice. After all, this is also an era of judging faces, but what is judged is not who is handsome, but who is more mature and more trustworthy.

Sean's too young and handsome face can't compare to McGee's fierce and mature face.

In real terms, although McGee the Skull Crusher has been famous for a long time, his real age is not very old, only about 27 or 27, but he looks like 46 or 77.

Isn't there still you here! McGee is not generally unimpressed with literacy and hyphenation, and it is full of painful memories.

With his fingers thicker than carrots, holding a quill pen is like holding an embroidery needle. He would rather swing the ax a hundred times than write a word with that thing.

I'm not your maid, how can I stay by your side all day long, let's not talk about the nonsense that reading and writing can develop IQ, I will send someone to send you a secret letter in the future, I can't find someone to help you interpret it ?” Sean glared at McGee.

Don't talk nonsense about assigning you a literate person by your side. Many times, the ones who give you a fatal knife from behind are those closest to and most trusted by you. Some things must be in your own hands. That's it. If you want to be literate, even in the Skull Crusher Corps, literacy classes should also be held, so as to get rid of the situation where the entire battalion does not know a single character.

Okay! McGee was a little lazy at first, but when he heard that the whole battalion was going to be with him, he felt much better.

He didn't care about the special significance of literacy to those big soldiers, Even if it is literacy, that's a matter of the future, let's talk about how it is written on it first!

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