The Origin of Arcane

Gould is one of the smart people. His nearly twenty years of soldier career have already changed him from a recruit to a veteran, and then from a veteran to a complete soldier.

In terms of combat effectiveness, he is the last, and in terms of life-saving ability, he ranks second in the entire Bastille. No one dares to be the first. He himself is not ashamed of this, but proud of it.

Gould has been looking around, but the direction of his attention is not Bastille, but behind him.

Captain, do you have any new discoveries? The captain said in a long tone, with a strong sense of mockery, obviously not an honorific title.

Gould has been a big soldier all his life, and he didn't even become a corporal leader, let alone a captain. The key is that every time he escapes, he rushes to the front, followed by a string of soldiers, so there is The escape captain joked.

For a soldier like Gould, his skinny face is his most distinctive feature. He directly ignored the mockery in the other party's words and asked in a low voice, Didn't you notice something was wrong?

Ha, don't show off here, you are a brother who takes a bath in the river, we all know the birthmark on your buttocks, what are you pretending to be learned, honestly nest, don't be a moth, my lord We're on fire recently, if you hit the knife edge, don't blame us for being ruthless. This obviously didn't appeal to Gould.

What's wrong? Let's hear it? However, there are also those who are very interested in Gould, and their squadron leader is one of them.

Escaping on the battlefield has always been a skill, and he has dealt with Gould for a while, knowing that the other party's ability to run away from danger is not only fast, but also his keen observation ability.

Several times, he led his squadron to escape by relying on the opponent's point.

Usually at this time, the gong should be sounded and the army should be retired. If the fight continues, it will be of no use except to waste the lives and physical strength of the brothers. No matter how confused our city lord is, we won't even know this. During the war, Gould was obviously full of resentment.

Not to mention that they were summoned out of the city in a daze, went to the rescue in a daze, returned to the city in a daze, found out that their hometown was lost in a daze, and fought a siege battle in a daze.

Even though he was already used to living in a daze, he couldn't bear to mess around in such a daze. Even if he was allowed to command, this battle would not be so aggrieved.

Stop talking nonsense, and be careful to cut your tongue. Although the squadron leader appreciates Gould's special ability in a certain aspect, it does not mean that he can tolerate him commenting on his highest officer.

A little carelessness caused the entire squadron to be unlucky, but Gould's problem fell into his heart. The current situation is indeed a bit abnormal, and he must be careful. He needs to be responsible not only for his own life, but also for the following The life and death of number ten.

Did you hear any sound? Gould not only ran fast, but also had superhuman eyesight and hearing.

I really seem to hear something, it seems to come from the city!

Fire, look, it's on fire, there's chaos in the city, it's definitely chaos in the city.

Kill! Kill! Kill!

Capture Skull Crusher McKee alive!

The city is broken! Run away! The city is broken!

All kinds of chaotic shouts could be vaguely heard across the city wall. The most important thing was the fire, which was so conspicuous in the dark night that it was hard to see it.

It's the inner fort. It's the inner fort that caught fire. Could it be that they are fighting among themselves?

It's also possible that our reinforcements are coming.

Where did the reinforcements come from? The nearest military camp is more than three hundred miles away from us. How could they come here so quickly? Even if there are reinforcements, are you sure they are here to help us?

It's the city lord, it must be the city lord who broke in. Gould slapped his thigh heavily and said.

The secret way, it must be a secret way. I heard people say that those nobles are cowardly and afraid of death. When building a castle, they will definitely leave a secret way for themselves.

Our city lord is notoriously cautious. It is impossible not to prepare a secret escape route. He must have taken advantage of us to attract firepower here, and then led people through the secret route to successfully attack.

Think about it, although we have been attacking non-stop for the past two days, we only send two school guards each time. This manpower is not enough to pave a wall, and it is impossible to attack. If the Lord of the city has long wanted to use the secret road , it makes sense, we are simply bluffing pawns.

Since that's the case, what are you waiting for, go ahead, as long as we take advantage of the situation and rush in, we won't be able to grab the first shot, and we won't be able to run away with the second shot. The squadron leader said excitedly.

Wait! Gould pulled back his passionate squadron leader.

Wait a little longer, if the real city lord's sneak attack is successful, our main force will not be silent, and it is the safest way to act with the big army, otherwise...Come on, brothers, don't hide it, The breaking of the city is at this moment.

Gould left the squadron leader behind as if he had been beaten to death, and rushed out from behind the bunker first.

Arched, holding a wooden shield, he rushed towards the Bastille, because a fire dragon was ignited in the direction of his camp, and it was his general Eriksson who was at the head. How not to be excited when it is so close.

But after running a few steps, Gould regretted it. The Andes mountain people on the city wall were not good at dealing with them, especially McGee the Skull Crusher, who were originally terrifying humanoid monsters. For example, armor that cannot be pierced by a sword is simply a bone that cannot be gnawed.

So far, the only barbarian warrior they killed was thrown off the city wall by two knight-level soldiers and beaten to death. During the siege, they lost at least three knight-level soldiers and a dozen Retinue-level soldiers.

I rushed up with my little arms and legs, but I didn't get the credit. My own life was put in first, and my fame in the first life was ruined.

Unknowingly, his footsteps slowed down, and soon a large number of figures ran past him, members of his own squadron, his own general, and then he heard the sharp whistles on the city wall.

After these few days of offense and defense, he has basically figured out the meaning of the whistle, and each wave of short whistles represents a wave of arrows.

It's just that this time the whistle was much longer than before, and the sound of the arrows breaking through the air was wrong. This was by no means the sound of the Bastille Army's bows and arrows breaking through the air.

This time it is much lower and rougher, which means that this wave of arrows is thicker and longer than military bows, and the processing technology is not good, and the arrow shafts have not been polished.

With an arrow thicker and longer than a military bow, Laird's thinking jumped back, but his body had already formed an instinctive reaction, and fell under a half-burned siege vehicle.

Then all the sounds of chop chop and puff puff sounded in my ears. The former was the sound of piercing the wooden shield, and the latter was the sound of hitting the flesh, followed by howls of misery.

Look for cover, look for cover, each find cover, this is a heavy arrow, this is an armor-piercing heavy arrow, and double armor can't defend against it.

Archers, archers fight back, suppress them, suppress them!

Suppress the fart, they are shooting from the back, they can't see people at all, and the distance of the arrows is wrong, our archers haven't entered the range yet.

Don't be chaotic, don't be chaotic, keep the formation, rush, rush, and you will be safe when you rush under the city wall. The opponent uses a big bow, which is only suitable for shooting from the back and level.

Help, help me, I don't want to die yet, I don't want to die, I want to go home, I want to go home!

Fire, fire, help, help!

The situation turned into a pot of gruel, and the whole scene of the destruction of the city gate garrison was reproduced.

Andis's longbow once again showed its ferocious fangs, and the ordinary heavy armor was like paper in front of the heavy arrows. While Old Bolton was paralyzing Sean, Sean was paralyzing the Bastille soldiers.

It is unknown whether Old Bolton's paralysis was successful, but Sean's paralysis tactics have already seen results.

Many soldiers in double armor saw that the bows and arrows on the city wall did not pose a threat to them. For the convenience of raids, most of them carried siege tools.

Only a small number of people like Gould, who are timid and afraid of death, take the trouble to carry their shields with them. As a result, it is conceivable that these self-confident soldiers were the first to suffer heavy losses.

The rain of arrows didn't last long, only a short minute, but the number of arrows that poured down was as many as tens of thousands.

Looking around, the surviving Bastille soldiers couldn't help but gasped. The only thing they entered was dead bodies. The damage from all the siege battles in the past few days was not as much as today.

The degree of tragedy was also different. The heavy arrows poured out just now were all rockets stained with tung oil. Not only did they ignite many siege equipment, illuminate the entire battlefield into daylight, but also turned many people into human-shaped torches.

Those who are dead are fine, the key is that those who are not dead, screaming and rolling wildly, wanting to ask for help, put out the fire on their bodies, anyone with a little bit of battle knowledge knows that this is futile.

Not to mention it couldn't be extinguished, even if it was extinguished, severe burns would not be cured, the fire poison in his body would kill him first.

The city was very quiet, and Bastille was like a monster, quietly dormant in the night, waiting for them to be sent to the door by themselves. The Bastille soldiers hiding behind the bunker looked at each other, should they charge or not?

If there were two more waves of this kind of arrow rain, before they rushed under the city wall, everyone would be dead.

You boldly stretched out your head to observe the situation at the top of the city, and couldn't help taking a breath of air: It's all heavy armored soldiers, all heavy armored barbarians from Skull Crusher McGee, the other side is not messed up at all, we fell for it No, we have no chance, no chance!

Erickson, I respect that you are a man, and I will give you and your brothers a chance. As long as you disarm and surrender, I, McGee, will guarantee with the dignity of the Skull Crusher that your lives will never be harmed! Your city lord Bolton has already fallen into our plan to lure the king into the urn, and has become a villain in the urn, without any chance of turning around!

Skull Crusher McGee's loud voice was unusually loud in the night sky, Even if you don't think about yourself, you should think about the thousands of brothers behind you. They all have families and businesses. If they all fight If they are dead, what about their parents and children?

There was a long silence under the city, only the crackling sound of burning flames.