The Origin of Arcane

The first echelon goes down, the second echelon goes up.

Free fire, free fire, pay attention to keep the arrow speed.

The log is ready, set, smash these sons of bitches.

Where's the lime bag? Throw it down right now, idiot, he's usually a shrewd person, how can he be as stupid as a wild boar at this time? Timing, we must grasp the timing, and then throw it when they are halfway up the climb.

From the very first moment of the battle, Skull Crusher McGee was active on the front line, commanding the most intense part of the city wall throughout the battle.

At such times, Sean would not say much, because he knew that the other party was much more professional than himself in this regard.

Even though McGee had never guarded a city properly, he learned many things without a teacher. He not only made full use of the original defense facilities on the city wall, but also added lime as part of the city defense system.

This is also inspired by the fact that the Boys like to carry a small bag of lime powder with them. In addition to being used as medicine for disinfection, it can also be used as a vicious hidden weapon at critical moments. Once the eyes are lost, the combat effectiveness will drop sharply.

Facts have also proved that lime bags are a good weapon for defending the city, and they are effective in group killing. Once a lime bag is chopped in mid-air, people within a radius of more than ten meters will lose their combat effectiveness.

In the end, the Bastille soldiers let the lime bags hit their bodies forcefully, and they would not cut them easily with knives.

Now the main force defending the city is neither the Youth Army nor the Skull Crusher Legion, but the newly adapted Andis Mountain Hunters.

Compared with the Junior Army's vassal engineers and the Skull Crusher Corps, their reorganization is the simplest. It is just a simple division, and it is enough to open the bows and arrows in the city walls, arrow towers, and towers in an orderly manner.

The Skull Crusher Legion was fully armed and sat cross-legged behind the city wall, recharging their energy. Even if they had amazing stamina, they didn't dare to squander it casually. Who knows how long this war will last, and it is better to keep yourself full of energy at all times. The only way for a long time.

At this time, the recruits and veterans are clear at a glance.

Those who are tense, holding their weapons tightly, and sweating, don't ask, the recruits who haven't seen blood at all.

Those who either closed their eyes and rested their minds, chatted happily, or stuffed jerky into their mouths and chewed slowly, were probably battle-tested veterans who had already learned how to regulate themselves.

Occasionally, when a brave Bastille soldier rushed to the top of the city, the skull-crushing soldier closest to him would laugh and jump up.

Either sweep him off the top of the wall with a stick, or hug him with big hands, don't care about the opponent's attack at all, just hug him tightly, break his neck, and then sit back in his seat.

On the battlefield, everything should be done with a little effort, and what can be solved with half a punch is never a punch. In the same sentence, it is very important to maintain sufficient physical strength-it is related to whether you can survive until the end of the war.

The Skull Crusher Soldiers are like pins and needles. They fought against the Andes Mountain Hunters with full confidence and repelled five waves of attacks in a row. The two sides left no less than hundreds of corpses on the top of the city, among them Four-fifths belonged to Bastille soldiers.

The advantage of defending the city is not so great for the side defending the city. If it hadn't been for taking advantage of surprise, such a strong attack, even if the number of the young army was ten times larger, it would only be a blow to the head.

Broken arms and limbs, stiff corpses, distorted faces, dark red blood, the miserable scene cannot be described in words.

Faced with such a situation, not to mention the powerful soldiers of the Skull Crusher Legion, even those Andes mountain hunters are rarely moved. When they see those who are still moaning, it is considered kind to step forward and make up for it. They do humanitarian aid.

Don't be kidding, there is no such word in this cold, cruel and gloomy world.

Old Bolton is preparing to attack the city overnight. There is something wrong with the situation. There may be fraud in it. Marshall whispered to Sean, Should we let the Skullbreaker Army go out and test the opponent's reality?

Xiao En smiled and said: No matter how cunning that old fox is, with limited resources in his hands, he still can't jump out. There are only a few methods he can use back and forth, and we have made every possible preparation. It’s fine if you don’t use it, once you use it, it’s guaranteed to make him fall faster.”

After all, it's taking risks. It's better to drag him to death like this. A person's character determines his behavior style. The upright and steady Marshall is more interested in all kinds of conspiracy. Taking risks is only an unnecessary choice, but this time The right to make the decision is in the hands of old Bolton, they can only wait passively.

The offense and defense on the first day continued until the half moon disappeared, and the old wave side completely died down.

So the next day.

Easy on the third day.

There was no surprise attack, no conspiracy, just a series of pure offensive and defensive battles, leaving dozens or hundreds of corpses every day.

Compared to the numbers of the two sides, such casualties were tragic. After all, the two sides consumed real elite veterans, each of whom had at least the strength of a retinue, not just a random farmer.

According to incomplete statistics, Sean and the others consume nearly 30,000 arrows every day. Even so, only one-third of the dead soldiers were actually killed by bows and arrows.

On average, thousands of arrows can kill one person. For well-equipped soldiers, the lethality of arrows is quite limited, not to mention that when they approach the city wall, they will be covered with various bunkers.

Even if you know that the effect of bows and arrows is not ideal, it is inevitable to cover the city with a wave of bows and arrows every time before attacking the city. Killing is only second, mainly to increase the difficulty for the opponent to approach the city wall.

So even though the city has a huge stock of arrows, as many as one million, there are two school guards in the junior army's affiliated engineer who specialize in the production of various types of arrows. Among them, the Andis longbow and heavy arrows are the main ones, and the Bastille army bows and arrows are the main ones. As a supplement.

The offensive and defensive battles on the city wall have fully proved the shortcomings of the Bastille bow. Although its power is stronger than that of the Andis hunting bow, it is still sharp against light armor and leather armor, but it is not as powerful against heavy armor.

The Andis longbow and heavy arrows are powerful, but time is tight. Even if there are a lot of existing materials in the inventory, it is too late to transform into the existing combat power. Before it has a certain scale, the Andis longbow has no way to play its own biggest advantage.

Sean simply covered it up as a trump card, taking the most number of Bastille bows.

...

It's enough for me to lead the team myself. Why do you take the risk yourself? Eriksson the Bull made the final persuasion. .”

This is our last chance. If I fail this time, it doesn't matter whether I can be alone.

Old Bolton was dressed in silver plate armor, holding the half-handed sword that he had followed for half his life, his back was straight and majestic, as if he had returned to the glorious days of fighting east and west, but his words revealed a unique old man's old spirit .

I have spent half of my life on this city. When I still own this city, I am still honorable Bolton Batchel. I am courteous, if there is no this city, I am just an old dog with no use value, even the guards at the gate of the Duke's castle will not look at me.

Old Bolton let out a long breath, and instead of telling Eriksson, he might as well tell himself: Interests, this is the cruelest and truest face of this world. Once there are no interests, the so-called Family, friendship, and love are all illusory. If the benefits brought by the Bastille are lost, there will be a lot of people who wish I would die. The first ones are not those slaves who were once sold by me. It's my dearest son and my loyal lord, isn't that ridiculous?

Looking at the Bastille, which was so close at hand, Old Bolton felt it was so far away, like the twinkling stars in the starry sky, all kinds of distracting thoughts flashed in his mind, although he didn't want to admit it, but the cruel reality told him that he was old.

Before the battle, he would definitely not have so many distracting thoughts, he just had to raise his sword and go forward bravely, because apart from this armor and the mount under his crotch, he had nothing to lose and nothing to miss.

Now my mind is full of emotion, could it be that I have been wise all my life, and I have been through all kinds of big winds and waves, so I just fell into an inconspicuous stinky ditch?

no way!

The old Bolton roared in his heart, turned his head and made a big promise to the bull Eriksson, Accompany me to charge again, no matter the victory or defeat, you will be free again. The kindness of the meal back then, you have already It took half my life to pay back, enough.

My lord. Eriksson the Bull's eyes flickered, and it was difficult to tell whether the surging colors were moving or other components, because even he himself couldn't tell the difference.

If it was changed to two weeks ago and he heard the same words, he might be moved to tears and relieved. It wasn't that he had any other thoughts at that time, but that the shackles of the mind are sometimes heavier than the shackles of the body.

But now, after facing the greatest fear in his heart again, everything has become irrelevant - peeling off the surface and looking at the essence, old Bolton was only using himself from beginning to end.

If he really had feelings for him, he wouldn't have added a so-called charge with him again in front of it, just like the old Bolton himself said, he has spent half his life to repay the favor of a meal, which is enough.

Old Bolton didn't wait for Eriksson's reaction, and strode into the dark and dark tunnel.

Assemble, everyone assemble. Bull Eriksson strode forward without hesitation. No matter how many tricks you play, my original intention remains the same. This is his principle of life, and I will charge with him again , the two do not owe each other.

The siege battle was in full swing, and the soldiers of the Bastille surged up again like a tide. The scale was full, but both the enemy and us were very weak.

The arrows on the top of the city are sparse, and the attackers are also perfunctory. Many of them are close to the city wall, and they are hiding behind the bunker to pass the time. It is almost time for Ming Jin to withdraw the team.

It would be the most tragic thing in life if you risked your life to rush up, but then called gold to withdraw your troops.

There were many such unlucky ghosts in the first three nights, and they were beaten to death on the top of the city in the end. Those who survived naturally learned to be smart.

The other way around, the smart ones survived.

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