The Origin of Arcane

　　 "Go down the first echelon, go up the second echelon."

　　 "Free shooting, free shooting, pay attention to keeping the arrow speed."

　　 "Prepare, release, and smash these bitches."

　　 "Where's the lime bag? Just throw it right now, idiot, usually a shrewd individual, how stupid like a wild boar at this time? The timing must be grasped and thrown when they are halfway through."

　　 From the first moment the battle started, Skullcrusher McGee was active on the front line, commanding the most intense section of the battle wall throughout.

　　 At this time, Sean never said much, because he knew that the other party was more professional than himself.

　　 Even though McGee has never guarded the city properly, but many things can be learned without a teacher, not only make full use of the original defense facilities on the city wall, but also add lime to the city defense system.

　　 This is also inspired by the juvenile army who likes to carry a small packet 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 fascinated, the combat effectiveness is drastically reduced.

　　 Facts have also proved that the lime bag is a good weapon for defending the city, and the mass killing effect is good. Once a lime bag is chopped in mid-air, people with a radius of more than ten meters will lose combat effectiveness.

　　 In the end, the Bastille soldiers let the lime pack smash them on their bodies forcibly, and would not easily take a knife.

　　 Now the main force defending the city is neither the Youth Army nor the Skull Smasher Corps, but the Andis Mountain People Hunter who has just been adapted.

　　 Compared with the Junior Army vassal engineers and the Skull Smasher Corps, their adaptation is the simplest. They simply formed a division, and opened the bows and arrows in the city walls, arrow towers, and towers in an orderly manner.

The Skull Smashers sat cross-legged behind the city wall, fully armed, recharged. Even if they had amazing endurance, they did not dare to squander casually. Who knows how long this war will last, and it is more alive to keep yourself strong at all times. The only way for a long time.

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

　　 Those recruits who are tight and tightly holding their weapons, sweating, don't ask, they haven't seen blood before.

　　 Those who either close their eyes and meditate, talk and laugh, or stuff jerky in their mouths and chew slowly, 80% of them are battle-tested veterans. They have learned how to regulate themselves.

　　 Occasionally, brave Bastille soldiers rushed up to the head of the city, and the nearest skull crusher would jump up with a laugh.

　　 Either swept him down the city with a stick, or hugged him with a big hand, he didn't care about the opponent's attack, he directly held the opponent in his arms, twisted his neck, and then sat back in his position.

　　 On the battlefield, everything must be labor-saving. What can be solved with a half-fist is never a punch. Again, it is vital to maintain sufficient energy-it is related to whether you can live until the end of the war.

The skull-crushing soldiers are like needles in the sea. With their full confidence in the Andis mountain hunters, they repelled five waves of attacks in a row. The two sides left no less than hundreds of corpses on the city. Four-fifths belonged to Bastille soldiers.

　　The advantage of the city defense war on the defender is not so great. If it hadn't taken advantage of unexpectedly at the beginning, like this kind of storm, even if the number of the young army was ten times more, it would only have the head and bloodshed.

　　 Remnant arms and limbs, stiff corpses, distorted faces, dark red blood, miserable scenes that cannot be described in words.

In the face of such a situation, let alone the soldiers of the Skullsmasher Legion, even those Andis mountain hunters are rarely moved. Seeing those who are still moaning, if they step forward to make up for a knife, even if it is kind, as for They provide humanitarian assistance.

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

　　 "Old Bolton is planning to attack the city overnight. The situation is a bit wrong, and there may be fraud in it." Marshall whispered to Sean, "Do you want to let the Skull Smasher go out and rush to explore the reality of the opponent?"

Xiao En smiled and said: "Even if that old fox is cunning, he has limited resources, and he can't jump out of flowers. There are only a few methods he can use to go back and forth. We have all made perfect preparations. Don't use it. Once you use it, you are guaranteed to make him lose faster."

"After all, it's risk. It's better to drag him to death like this." A person's personality determines his style of action. The square and steady Marshall is more interested in all kinds of conspiracies. Risk is only optional, but this time The choice is in the hands of old Bolton, and they can only wait passively.

　　 The first day of offense and defense lasted until the half moon was gone, and the old waver party was completely dead.

　　 The next day.

　　 Easy to do on the third day.

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

　　 Relative to the number of people on both sides, such casualties are tragic. After all, the two sides consume real elite veterans, and each of them has at least the strength of a servant-level, not a farmer who was caught casually.

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

　　On average, thousands of arrows can kill a person. For well-equipped soldiers, the lethality of arrows is quite limited, not to mention that they will face various bunkers when approaching the city wall.

　　 Even if you know that the effect of bows and arrows is not ideal, it is inevitable that a wave of bows and arrows will be covered before each attack. The kill is only second, mainly to increase the difficulty for the opponent to approach the wall.

Therefore, even if the amount of arrows in the city is huge, as many as one million, the junior army’s attached engineers also have two guards who specialize in the production of various arrows. Among them, the Andis longbow heavy arrows are the main ones, and the Bastille Army bows and arrows. Supplemented by.

　　 The offensive and defensive warfare on the city wall has fully proved the defects of the Bastille war bow. Although the power is stronger than the Andis hunting bow, it is still sharp against light armor and leather armor, but it is not as powerful as against heavy armor.

The Andes Longbow heavy arrows are full of power, but time is tight. Even if there is a large amount of existing materials in the inventory, it is too late to be transformed into the existing combat effectiveness. Before it has formed a certain scale, the Andes Longbow has no way to show itself. biggest advantage.

　　 Sean simply took it down as a trump card and took the most number of Bastille bows.

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"I can lead the team personally. Why do adults take risks?" The Bull Eriksson made the final persuasion. "Once the plan has an accident and the adults are caught in it, the entire Bastille will be destroyed and there will be no chance. ."

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

Old Bolton wears a silver plate armor, pressing the half-handed sword that has followed him for half his life, his waist is straight, majestic, and he seems to have returned to the glorious days of the wars of the east and west, but his words reveal a twilight characteristic of an old man. .

"My net worth for the rest of my life has been in this city. When I still owned this city, I was the noble Bolton Batchel. Even if Borg * Slav * Phelan doesn't like me anymore, he must be right. I am courteous for three points. Without this city, I would be just an old dog that has lost its value. Even the guard at the door of the Duke’s castle would not look at me."

Old Bolton let out a long sigh of breath. He said to himself rather than telling Eriksson: "Interest, this is the cruelest and truest face of the world. Once there is no interest, the so-called Family affection, friendship, and love are all illusory. If the benefits brought by Bastille are lost, there will be a lot of people wishing me to die. The first place is not the slaves who have been trafficked by me. It’s my dearest son and my loyal lord. Isn’t that ridiculous?"

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

　　 Before the battle, he definitely didn't have so many distracting thoughts. He just raised his sword and moved forward bravely, because he had nothing to lose and nothing to miss except for the armor and the mount under his crotch.

　　 Now he is full of emotion, is it because he has been wise all his life, all kinds of wind and waves have broken through, is it just falling into a humble stinking ditch?

no way!

Old Bolton roared in his heart, turned his head and made a promise to the Bull Eriksson, "Stay with me again, no matter the victory or defeat, you will be free again. The grace of the year, you have already It took half a lifetime to repay it, it was enough."

　　 "Sir." Bull Eriksson's eyes flickered, and the surging colors in it were difficult to distinguish whether it was touching or other elements, because he couldn't even tell him.

　　 If it were replaced by the same words two weeks ago ~www.readwn.com~, he might be moved and relieved. It was not that he had other thoughts at that time, but that the shackles of the mind were sometimes heavier than the shackles of the body.

　　 But now, after facing the greatest fear in his heart again, everything becomes irrelevant-peeling off the surface to see the essence, Old Bolton just used himself from beginning to end.

　　 If he really has feelings for himself, he would not add a so-called charge to him again, just like Old Bolton himself said, he has spent half his life to repay the favor, which is enough.

　　 Old Bolton did not wait for Eriksson's reaction, and strode into the dark, dark road.

"Assemble, everyone assemble." The Bull Eriksson strode forward without hesitation. No matter how many tricks you use, my original intention remains the same. This is his principle of life, and I will charge him again. , The two owe nothing.

　　 The siege was going on in full swing, and the Bastille soldiers came up again like a tide. The scale of the momentum was full, but both the enemy and the enemy were very weak.

　　 The arrows on the head of the city were sparse, and the people who attacked the city were also perfunctory. Many of them were close to the city wall, and they were also hiding behind the bunker to kill time. By calculation, it was almost time for Mingjin to collect the team.

　　 If he rushed forward at the risk of his death, but then mingled with gold to retreat, that would be the most tragic thing in life.

　　 There were many such unlucky ghosts in the first three nights. In the end, they were beaten to death by people around the city. Those who survived naturally learned to be smart.

　　 The other way round is okay, smart people survived.

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