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Chapter XX Bastille

"Chad, lead a small team and deploy control in the direction of Bastille. If you find out that Bastille has sent troops out of the city, send someone to report immediately. If you encounter slave-hunting soldiers who go back to ask for help on the road, don't touch them. Not only don't touch them, but also

Protect them and ensure that the request for help is sent back to Bastille, and you can select your men and set off without any delay of half a minute."

"Take orders."

"The remaining people split up and go to all the villages that can be found, summoning all the people that can be summoned. I want to completely change the Andis Mountains. Let's take action."

"As commanded."

Maybe it was Sean's clean commanding voice, maybe it was the last impassioned sentence "I want to completely change the Andes Mountains", which stimulated everyone's expressions and became very excited. They had been waiting for this day.

Been waiting a lifetime.

If other people say such words, they will definitely sneer at them. If these words come out of Sean's mouth, they will firmly believe that this kind of trust does not come out of thin air, but is accumulated day by day for more than ten years.

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As waves of hands spread out, a large net woven by Sean will soon take shape.

In fact, this big network has been compiled since he could walk. It is a network of contacts accumulated bit by bit through time and practical actions.

Those who have been helped by Sean and his mother are small nodes in this big network, among which the orphaned children are the same as the main line.

If you plant flowers intentionally, they will not bloom, but if you plant willows unintentionally, they will create shade.

The latter sentence is extremely suitable for Sean. At the beginning, he did not expect to gain anything from those orphaned children. He just relied on each other to get what they needed and support each other to survive. The same is true for this network of relationships now.

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Sean just followed the principle of "many friends, many roads, many enemies, many walls". What's more, frequent medical visits are also a good opportunity to practice his medical skills. I didn't expect that after more than ten years, such a huge relationship would be formed.

net.

As for how big this net is, even Sean himself is not sure.

After all, over the past ten years or so, there have been countless people who have benefited from him and his mother.

Some of them are no longer alive, some have many children, and some have become so prominent that it is not uncommon to become the master of a village.

Now that the net has been cast out, it's not up to Sean to decide how big of a fish he can catch. All he can do now is wait patiently.

During the waiting process, if you are accompanied by delicious food, the time will not be so long, and making delicious food is also something 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, pollution-free wild organic vegetables and various game meats. As long as they are properly matched, even a big pot can stew them.

With its delicious taste, aroma, and color, it only takes a matter of minutes to conquer those Andis mountain people.

After more than ten years of hard work, Sean finally figured out one thing. The same delicious ingredients, but in the hands of the housewives of the Andis Mountain people, the taste is almost the same as pig food. It's not that they are too stupid, but that they are

The real smart thing is that you can save food.

Even so, every family does not have the habit of leaving leftovers. Whether it is dishes or pots, they are cleaner than those licked by dogs, and even the effort of washing dishes is saved.



Bastille has many nicknames. People led by Maneuver used to call it the "City of Gold" because it is backed by a huge gold mine - the Andes Mountains.

There are not only all kinds of precious medicinal materials, gorgeous animal skins, but also wealth that can walk on two legs. As long as you have enough courage to take a trip to the deep mountains, as long as you can come back alive, the harvest in the deep mountains will be enough for you.

For the next ten years or so, I lived very happily.

High rewards come with high risks. Many people have found wealth in this gold mine. After entering, there are even more people who have never been heard from again. Therefore, this city is also called the "City of the Brave". Only those

A place where only those with courage dare to come and seek a living.

However, the Andis mountain people call this city the "City of Sin", "Crying City" and "City of Blood and Tears". This city is completely built on the bones of the Andis mountain people.

It was grown with the flesh and blood of the mountain people, and every stone on it carries the blood and tears of the Andis mountain people.

Rather than saying it is a city, it is more appropriate to say that it is a military fortress. There are no regular residents here. There are only two types of people here, one is slave hunters, and the other is slaves waiting to be sold.

To be honest, Bastille can be regarded as an antique with a name. The specific time of its establishment is no longer available. There is still a history of one or two hundred years, but this must be divided into thirty years ago and thirty years ago.

Said later.

Thirty years ago, the Bastille was just a small military fortress. It was stationed all year round with a hundred-man guard that was never full. It was nominally a mountain guard for the Andes Mountains, but in fact it was just a bunch of soldiers at the front.

Cannon fodder plays a dispensable warning role.

Once a large number of Andis mountain people emerge from the mountains, this military fort will either become an empty fortress, or it will be directly trampled by the Andis mountain people. After the Andis mountain people have finished wreaking havoc, they will return to the mountain.

, the local lord sent new cannon fodder over again.

This situation did not fundamentally change until thirty years ago.

Something happened that year and two people appeared.

That year, the contemporary Duke of Faerûn, Borg Slav Faerûn, succeeded to the throne. This young duke, known as the Lion of the Desert, showed his superb military qualities and led the Golden Camel Heavy Rider, which was not yet famous in the mainland, in Jacob.

The Bujiang ancient river channel successfully ambushed the Andis mountain people who came out to plunder.

That battle was a model of ambush tactics. Before the chaotic army of Andis mountain people could react, the golden camel heavy cavalry, shouting for glory, appeared in front of them with thunderous momentum, killing them to a pulp and leaving them bloody.

Flow into a river.

It is said that more than 20,000 Andis mountain people were wiped out in that battle, and nearly 30,000 were captured, while the Golden Camel heavy cavalry suffered less than a hundred casualties.

That battle severely damaged the vitality of the Andis Mountain people. Although the number of casualties was not as exaggerated as the Phelan family publicized, there was always a loss of 20,000 to 30,000 yuan, and they were all the mainstays of the Andis Mountain people's families.

The people from Sanzhaibadong who led the mountain robberies accounted for most of the casualties. Since then, their reputation among the Andis mountain people has plummeted. Coupled with the civil strife, they have gradually lost their former leadership position, and internal changes have occurred among the Andis mountain people.

of chaos.

If it had not been for the appearance of another person, after more than ten years of recuperation and recuperation, the Andis mountain people would still come out of the mountains from here when the next generation grew up and follow the same path of their ancestors.

The appearance of this man completely changed the living conditions of the Andis mountain people in the next thirty years. This man named Burton Batchel was none other than the owner and supreme ruler of Bastille.

Burton Batchel is a man with legendary experience. He can single-handedly build a city in just thirty years and keep a nation from being suppressed for thirty years. He has a natural personality.

Full of legendary colors.

People who know him like to call him the Merchant Knight, a knight who is proficient in business.

Bolton was once a member of the Golden Camel Cavalry. He was one of the thousands of Golden Camel Cavalry who defeated the Andis Mountain People. He saw strong business opportunities in the captured Andis Mountain People and fought against them.

Later, he took advantage of his military exploits to directly seize his fiefdom in Bastille.

Taking advantage of the strength of the Phelan family, the Andis mountain people fell into a downturn and began to hunt slaves crazily. Whether they trained them into serfs or into gladiators, they could be sold at a good price, and they soon became his slaves.

Earned the first pot of gold.

Under his deliberate encouragement and his own example, countless people followed suit, and the slave hunting team began to march into the mountains like locusts.

It is said that at its peak, there were dozens of slave-hunting teams entering the mountains on the same day, pushing the Andis mountain people's living range hundreds of miles into the mountains. This was the expense of the Phelan family's previous deployment of tens of thousands of troops.

An achievement that has not been achieved for several years.

The large number of slaves also led to the vigorous development of the slave trade industry and the gladiatorial industry of Manyu Army, which have now developed into the two pillar industries of Manyu Army.

The high demand will naturally drive the hunting of slaves to continue. This is a typical win-win model. Under such circumstances, the development speed of Bastille is naturally like a wheel.

Single-handedly transforming the Bastille into what it is now is the proudest thing in Old Burton's life. He has always regarded her as his own child - the kind who is closer than his own son, because he has never hugged his own son since he was a child.

Several times, but he visited Bastille every day, from beginning to end, rain or shine.

Calculating his age, Old Bolton is over sixty, but except for his hair being a little gray, his waist is still strong, his appetite is still the same as before, he walks with a vigorous spirit, and his eyes are as sharp as an eagle.

The sentinel on the arrow tower did not respond. He had already discovered the embarrassed figure coming out of the Andis Mountains, which made his brows wrinkle into a knot. The man wore clothes that he was very familiar with - Bastille.

Marksman uniform.

"Has the marksman school team had any training in the mountains recently?"

"No, sir."

"What about the final assessment for newcomers?"

"No, sir, the assessment date this time is set in winter."

"Then who can tell me, what's going on with the military uniform on this guy? Is there a defector in the marksman school group? Or has the uniform of the Bastille marksman become a clown's clothes that anyone can wear?" Old Burton's

The tone of his voice was two bars too high. Anyone who knows him well knows that this is a precursor to his outburst.

No wonder he is so angry. The Bastille Marksman is an elite unit that he has trained and is proud of. It is a powerful weapon against the Andis mountain people. Anything about this unit will make him

Attentive.

"Master Benson seconded a squadron of sharpshooters ten days ago with the master's warrant." The old butler reminded, "This squad has not returned yet. He should be a member of that squadron."

"They haven't come back yet?" Old Bolton's brows not only did not relax, but frowned deeper. The reason why he gave Benson a squadron of sharpshooters at that time was to deal with the young master from Sauron City, the main lackey.

Having had enough fun hunting with an eagle, for the sake of excitement, he even imitated others and started hunting slaves.

Did he really think that those mountain people were like mature slaves who had been tamed, and when they saw you coming, they would kneel on the ground and wait for you to tie them up with ropes?

Slave hunting is an industry full of blood and tears. Not only the blood of the mountain people is lost, but also half of the slave hunters. The slave hunters in this city will be replaced every few years.

There are only a handful of people who have left with rich wealth, but more of them have left their lives forever in the mountains opposite, becoming the nourishment of the mountains and forests.

At this moment, Old Bolton had a bad premonition. The news that the sharpshooter brought back might not be good news. As he turned around and walked down the city wall, he ordered: "Take him to the war room and ask Kleist at the same time."

Your Excellency, come here with General Ericson."

"Yes, sir."


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