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Chapter 22 Cloud Gathering

Old Burton ignored Bartley's letter asking for help and refused to send troops. This matter is not small or big.

To put it bluntly, Bartley is only the insignificant fourth heir of the Phelan family. This hunting trip is completely private and has nothing to do with Bastille.

It makes sense whether he should be rescued or not. After all, the most important task of the Bastille is to guard the Bastille to prevent the Andis mountaineers from causing trouble.

Speaking more broadly, Bastille ignored the authority of the Phelan family, failed to fulfill his responsibilities as a vassal, and deprived the vassal of his rights. This is also a well-known saying.

"It doesn't matter whether it was a coincidence or a deliberate plan." Kleist sighed, "We had already fallen into a trap if we didn't stop the young master from entering the mountain. If we had stood still, even if the old Duke didn't move us now,

It also gives the other party an excuse to attack us in the future."

"What do you mean, your Excellency, we send troops to rescue?" Old Bolton frowned into a knot. He was deeply wary of sending troops to the Andis Mountains.

Because the Andis Mountains are so huge, stretching thousands of miles from north to south and more than two thousand miles from east to west. The entire area is larger than the plains of Asia Minor. How many Andis mountain people are hidden in it, even for him, an old hunting slave?

People can't tell clearly.

Anyway, they have been causing trouble here for more than 30 years. The number of slaves taken from there every year at the worst time is 20,000 to 30,000. It is nothing new to exceed 50,000 in any year, but the Andis mountain people's

The number seems to have never decreased. In recent years, incidents of Andis mountaineers bypassing the Bastille to cause trouble have become common.

Now the people of the Andis Mountains mainly suffer from the lack of a strong force to integrate them. They are scattered in the mountains, whether it is the Byron people in the west, the Kentana barbarians on the Kentana Icefield in the north, or the northwest Austrian people.

The Odin orcs on the Ding grassland can bully them.

These old Boltons rarely organize troops to go into the mountains to clean up. They are afraid of beating the mountain people too much, and then a hero will appear and raise his arms, and the mountain people will gather like locusts and flood the Bastille.

, submerged the entire Manyu military leader, and finally submerged the entire Ashan continent. This situation appeared in his nightmares more than once.

"Soldiers must be sent out, but whether they can save the people is another matter." The unchanging smile on Kleist's face looked a bit eerie and strange at the moment.

Bull Eriksson looked confused and didn't understand what Kleist meant, but Burton understood everything. He laughed and patted Kleist on the shoulder and said: "People who read books can think very fast."

, that’s right, not only do we want to rescue, but we also want to rescue with great fanfare, and I will personally lead the troops there.”

"Why bother City Lord, give me a thousand guards, and I promise to bring them all back safely." Bull Erikson patted his chest and said, "Those mountain people live in very scattered places, and it is inconvenient to transmit information. As long as we

If we move quickly enough, we won’t have much trouble.”

Old Bolton, who already had a solution, was in a good mood and said with a smile: "Listen to what you say, this matter can't be left to you. You go and gather people. It doesn't need to be more. Two thousand people are enough. Each time

Individuals are required to carry at least ten days’ worth of supplies with them.”

"Follow orders." One of the biggest reasons why Bull Eriksen won the favor of the old Bolton is his loyalty. Even if he does not understand his orders, he will do it first and then talk about it, and he is very efficient in doing things.

It only took half a day for Bolton to mobilize all the manpower he needed. After all, Bastille is a military city and has constant friction with the Andis mountain people. The defenders are Bolton's private army, regardless of their level of training or equipment.

Compared with those private armies of nobles who have been without war for many years and are about to rot, they are many times stronger. They can be called elites.

Early the next morning, the garrison of the Bastille, led by Old Burton himself, marched out of the Bastille in a mighty manner and drove toward the Andes Mountains along the ancient Jacob River.

Neither Crest the Fox nor Old Bolton thought that someone had already spun a big net in front of them, just waiting for them to jump into it.

In the final analysis, they still did not take the Andis Mountain People seriously. Even though Old Bolton knew that the Andis Mountain People had great war potential, the current situation had lasted for too long, and it had become so long that he thought this situation

There won't be much change in a short period of time. They are more concerned about the threat from the Duke of Faerûn.



The first person who came to meet Sean was none other than Marshall, whom he sent out to contact the helpers at the beginning. The people he brought back directly were not many, only about 200 people, and these people had one thing in common -

—Young, the oldest is no more than twenty-five, and the youngest is only around thirteen or fourteen.

They are all direct descendants of Sean. They are either the orphaned children who followed Sean in the past, or they were brought out by the orphaned children who grew up and went out on their own. When these people heard Sean's call, they thought nothing of it.

Without thinking, he dropped what he was doing and rushed over immediately.

Only a small part came here. In order to give full play to their own value and help more children, these orphaned children did not get together. Instead, they went to different villages in twos and threes. The nearest ones were three miles and five miles apart.

It is normal for them to be separated by ten miles or eighty. Marshall gathered so many people in such a short period of time, which was quite fast.

This is just the beginning. Although Marshall is back, more people have already contacted him. It won't take long for them to arrive one after another.

The person who arrived in the second wave was not the Skull Crusher Mikey predicted by Sean, but the relatively far away Scavenger Clayton.

When people hear the nickname Scavenger, they think of a middle-aged man with a pale face and a gloomy look.

But the reality is far different. Clayton is indeed a middle-aged man, but he is tall and has a loud voice. He often hears his voice before seeing people. He is clean and tidy, not like a mountain man, but

A Byronic aristocrat makes people fall in love with him at first sight.

However, Sean, who knew all about the dirty things the other party had done in private, would not be deceived by the other party's appearance. The reason why the other party came so quickly was not because Sean had treated his daughter before, nor because

Because the national justice he swore in his own mouth smelled of interests.

Once Sean's plan is successful, the power structure within hundreds of miles will be changed. How can Clayton be left out at such a critical moment?

The most important thing is that with or without him, Sean has a high chance of success. What he likes to do most is not to provide help in times of need, but to add icing on the cake. As his motto is, always stand on the side of the winner.

One advantage of dealing with such a real villain is that as long as you can ensure that you are the winner, the other party will not easily risk rebellion because it is not in line with his life values.

Scavenger Clayton brought two full school guards (600 people), but the quality of the personnel varied greatly, including gray-haired old hunters, half-grown boys whose nipple hair had not even faded, and some young ones.

A strong eagle shooter.

The equipment is also uneven, there are some who are wearing double-layered leather armor and holding sophisticated eagle bows; there are also poor hunters who are wearing greasy animal skins and holding homemade inferior hunting bows.

This situation is completely normal among the Andis mountain people. A half-hunting, half-cultivating people are destined to be unable to raise a large-scale regular army. Even a scavenger like Clayton, who has a radius of nearly a hundred miles, is destined to be unable to support a large-scale regular army.

Not even a hero.

There are at most a hundred or so elite members of his direct lineage, and the rest are all mountain people in his territory, recruited temporarily, and not only bring their own weapons and equipment, but also their own rations.

Although there are more than enough Andis longbows in stock, Sean has no intention of helping them change their clothes. People like Scavenger Clayton will never be trained well. He can change his people's clothes and beat the dogs with Meat Bun.

It's all a trivial matter, but it bites you back at the critical moment and makes you miserable.

It wasn't until he saw Skullcrusher McGee that Sean breathed a long sigh of relief and smiled.

His young army has not yet become a force. Although the quantity and quality have reached a certain level, they have never seen a real battle. They are still at the level of armies on paper. It takes a lot of practice to become an army. This time they will definitely not be able to serve as the main force, that is, they will just follow along and beat the drum.

See blood, learn a lot, and prepare for the future.

Not to mention Clayton the Scavenger, never expect him to charge into battle. If the situation is unfavorable and he doesn't kill him, it will be regarded as righteous. If you are not afraid of him making small moves behind his back, it is better to keep him close by to monitor him. Sean will never send him.

People please be allies like this.

Skullcrusher McGee and his raging mountain legion are the mainstay of his plan.

Skullcrusher Mikey, who is half Kentana barbarian, is very tall. Even Sean, who is nearly 1.9 meters tall, has to hold his head up almost 90 degrees every time in order to see the other person's face clearly.

.

What disgusted Sean the most was that every time they met, McGee liked to express his enthusiasm with a bear hug. Every meeting was a double torture of his body and spirit.

The physique that he was so proud of looked like it was made of fragile glass in front of the other party. The arms that were three-thirds thicker than his own thighs were making "clicking" noises, making people unable to help but wonder how many of them were broken.

Compared with this, the most terrible thing is the strong body odor on the opponent's body, which is formed by the fusion of low-quality ale, food, male, and blood and fermenting for who knows how long.

Even when faced with the various putrid odors of corpses, Sean never changed his expression. Every time he faced this smell, it made him miserable. In addition, when he rubbed the black chest hair like steel needles, Sean felt like he was

The whole face was itchy and unbearable, and I don't know how many bacteria and viruses took the opportunity to get in.

Fortunately, this was not the first time that the two of them had met. Sean had been prepared for it. When he smelled the aroma of meat stewed in the big pot, McGee stopped tossing Sean and took care of himself, grabbing a piece of thigh bone and chewing it with relish.

, not only chewed up the outside, but also chewed the bones to pieces, sucking out all the bone marrow inside. Even the dog would not eat the bone residue that was finally spat out, because all the nutrients had been

He was eaten clean by the other party.

McGee squatted next to the cauldron like a bear. A whole team's worth of food went into his belly, but he only got a sigh at the bottom and said angrily: "If it comes to the words in his mouth,

Nod your head, your kid's cooking is authentic, what those idiots cook is just a bunch of dog food, how about it? Have you figured it out? Come back to Shangshui Village with me, as long as you can let me eat such a delicious meal every day

, I guarantee that you will enjoy delicious food and drink spicy food. If anyone provokes you, I will crush his head with my own hands."


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