"We are invited to go out of the city tomorrow and fight to the death." When talking about the challenge, Sean looked weird.
He understood every word in it, but he didn't understand it when it was put together. He didn't understand what kind of mentality Old Bolton was in when he wrote this letter of challenge.
Unless he was kicked in the head by a donkey, he would abandon the high-walled compound and go out to fight him to the death.
In view of the certain differences in the brain circuits of the two worlds, I took it out to see the reaction of Skullcrusher McGee, a local native.
"Idiot!" Skullcrusher McGee spat heavily outside the city, proving that it was not Sean's head that was kicked by a donkey, but Old Bolton's.
"Think we are fools! He stayed behind closed doors when he was inside. Now it's our turn. He actually wants us to go out for a decisive battle. How beautiful he is. Let's just wait here and let this turtle grandson climb his own city wall.
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However, what Skullcrusher McGee said later directly exposed the nature of Mud Legs. He was purely for revenge and not from a tactical perspective at all.
"It seems there are no fools in this world." Sean sighed with a smile and put away the so-called gauntlet.
The above content does not matter at all, because it is just a cover for the other party to investigate themselves openly.
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Bastille temporary camp.
"See you?"
"I saw him. He was younger than I thought, about thirteen or fourteen years old. But he was very experienced in doing things. He just accepted the letter of challenge and showed no obvious likes or dislikes. Except for the city and the outside, everything was covered with white lime.
Outside, no big changes were found in the defense facilities. As for the opponent's army, I had no chance to see it, and people in the city had no chance to come into contact with it. The opponent's precautions were very good."
The person who presented himself to Old Bolton was the soldier who had previously submitted a letter of challenge to Sean.
As a cautious old fox, Burton never believed in one-sided information. After losing the outpost battle, he could only resort to this conventional method.
Although he tried hard, the information he got was relatively limited, and the other party had obviously been on guard against this move for a long time.
Apart from proving in disguise that the other party is a prudent person, there is not much gained.
After Old Bolton waved his hand to knock the soldier down, he turned his attention to the scavenger Clayton and asked, "Mr. Clayton, does he have any good ideas?"
"Other than a hard attack, I have no other way. I have already broken up with them before. If I hadn't run fast, I would have been attacked by them. If I take them back now, I will just throw myself into a trap."
Clayton had a bitter look on his face, and he was also full of resentment now. He came to report the news with good intentions, but was detained by Old Bolton for no reason and carried all the way back to Bastille.
This was completely inconsistent with his original plan of secretly cooperating with the other party. When this happened, not only would both sides win, but his reputation among the Andis people would be ruined.
It is still unknown how many people will be willing to follow him at that time. After all, his previous cooperation with Bastille was in the dark. No matter how dirty it was in private, he refused to admit it openly.
"I was the one who messed up." Compared with the high spirits of the past few days, Old Bolton now looked much more depressed.
He has aged more than ten years in just a few days. Ever since he learned about the fall of Bastille, he has been possessed by a god of decline. He originally wanted to join the great knight Ajer to form a situation of two great knights, and crush each other with high-end force.
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It turned out that the opponent was infected with a severe disease, and even Ajer, a great knight, was not immune.
What's even more tragic is that this incident stimulated his most dependent helper, Bull Eriksson, and aroused the nightmare in his heart. He is still in a trance. Let alone commanding the battle, he can even maintain a few percent of his combat effectiveness.
is an unknown quantity.
The high-end force-crushing tactic has been formed, but it is just about people crushing themselves.
Now that Old Burton doesn't even have a confidant to consult with, he does everything by himself, and is a little exhausted both physically and mentally. Only then does the absurd scene of questioning Clayton, the scavenger, appear.
At this moment, he regretted for a moment that he had driven all his sons to the capital. If he had left one or two with him, he would not be in such a situation where no one could be used, even the youngest son with the least ability.
, there is also someone who can talk to you from the bottom of your heart.
This may be the tragedy of a dictator. When you try to hold power tightly in your own hands and do not want to give it to anyone, even your own son, you are destined to be alone for the rest of your life.
After only a few minutes of depression, Old Bolton regained his energy. Bull Erikson's disorder had already had a certain impact on the morale of the soldiers, and he must not fall again.
Otherwise, Bastille will collapse without a fight. Bastille is his root, his destiny, his glory, and the foundation of his family inheritance. No one will be allowed to take it away, never allow it.
When the weeds outside the city were burned, Old Burton couldn't wait to push up the battle line, and then sent people to call for battle, demonstrated, insulted, and even took off his pants and made various indecent actions towards the city.
This opened Sean's eyes. It turned out that cold weapon offensive and defensive warfare was like this. It was not just about shooting arrows and flying rocks all over the sky. Every day, he dragged Skullcrusher McGee to the top of the city to watch the monkey show.
At first, McGee couldn't stand the other party's provocation. He jumped on his feet and yelled at the other party across the wall. When he couldn't get enough of the scolding, he turned to the loud voices of half the school guards to start a group scolding.
This situation only lasted for less than half an hour before it stopped. Anyone would feel uncomfortable being watched by thousands of people like they were watching a monkey show.
What's even more irritating is that every theatergoer grabs a handful of fried pine nuts and cracks them happily, and from time to time they make a cool comment, which no one can stand, let alone the bad-tempered heroes of the Skull Crusher Legion.
Under the leadership of the leader, Mikey, they beat up those who were watching the excitement, and then snatched all the pine nuts fried in the iron pot from their hands, and squatted on the top of the city to watch the monkey show outside.
Damn it, don't tell me, this feeling is really good, but when you think about how people have just watched you for more than half an hour, your anger is rising.
Then they formed a group again, beat up those sly young soldiers again, snatched away all the iron pots and pine nuts in their hands, moved them to the foot of the city, and cooked and ate them themselves.
"If you like it, just say so. You don't need to use such violent methods, right? The muscular men under your command were not very gentle or serious, and several of them were dislocated." Sean said with a wry smile. This was a typical opportunity to take advantage of the situation.
revenge.
Although the reorganization of the Skull Crusher Corps during this period was still based on the selected grassroots non-commissioned officers, each grassroots officer was assigned a young soldier as an adjutant to assist in the management of the reorganization.
For these young people, the soldiers of the Skull Crusher Legion are quite convinced, not only because of their intelligence, but also because of their bravery and fearlessness of death.
However, when the reorganization actually began, the Skull Crusher Legionnaires fully understood the many tricks of these young people.
Although Sean's positioning of the Skull Crusher Legion is to fight in small groups, it does not mean that he has given up on coordinated operations. If there is an opportunity, he will naturally seize it.
Sean really doesn't have much experience in training the army. Due to some unforeseen circumstances in his previous life, he was unable to serve in the military. His understanding of the army is limited to various information materials and two weeks of experiential military training.
However, the majestic military posture during the military parade is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and it is necessary to apply one or two. The young army who has followed him since childhood has been deeply poisoned by him. Generally speaking, it is effective. After all, where is the young army's own collaborative ability?
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Now that they have the opportunity, they naturally have to torture others. The majestic men who are not even afraid of death are turned left and right, with standard military postures and their own internal affairs in tears. In their eyes, the young army just lacks a pair of horns.
Wings.
But in the army, they are all officers. If their orders are not followed, the eager new officer next to them will tell them what discipline is with his fists.
Now that they have finally found an opportunity, they naturally want to beat up the Young Army to vent their anger. There is no other way. This is the only way they can beat the Young Army so far - the rest, whether it is scheming, playing tricks, or
They were all thrown out of the eight streets by the Youth Army because of their talk.
"People are born bitches. If they live too comfortably, they will become delicate. The more they are beaten, the tougher they will become. Your people are too smart now. A few slaps occasionally will be good for them."
When you are close to red, you are red, when you are close to ink, you are dark. After being with Sean for a long time, Skullcrusher McGee has also become a talkative person and makes a lot of nonsense. He will never admit it. In front of the young army, he always feels that
My IQ is not enough, my fists are itchy, and I always want to say hello to their faces.
When the conversation reaches such a rogue level, there is no way to continue the conversation.
After all, the soldiers of the Skull Crusher Legion were careful about the severity of their attacks, and most of the young soldiers suffered only superficial injuries.
This is not without its benefits. Not only is it a channel for the Skull Crushing Legion soldiers to vent, it is also an incentive for the young army, allowing them to make up for their shortcomings as quickly as possible.
In this jokey atmosphere, Old Burton's provocative tactics failed without attack.
Both the letter of challenge and this kind of provocative tactics are based on the premise that the other party makes mistakes on their own initiative. The success rate is pitifully low. Even if it succeeds, there is still a lot of chance.
When all kinds of tactics fail to take effect, the siege war will follow the war process that Sean understands - ant siege.
This is the least effective tactic among all siege tactics. If there are other options, any wise general will not choose this tactic, because this tactic is all based on life.
If it were another place, the siege party would inevitably drive away the surrounding farmers and slaves to serve as the first wave of siege cannon fodder, consuming the defenders' various military reserves, especially arrows and stones.
Bastille obviously does not have such conditions now. The people around who can be driven away have either been harmed by them or are already on the other side of the city wall. They can only dispatch elite troops as soon as they get started.
The tools were prepared as comprehensively as possible, including ladders, battering rams, assault vehicles... We used local materials and made many in just a few days.
The war immediately became intense.
Just as Sean and the others speculated, Old Bolton could not afford to delay. Not only was there insufficient military supplies, but it was also difficult to maintain morale. He had to take advantage of the time when military supplies were at their most abundant and morale was at its strongest to capture it in one fell swoop, otherwise defeat would not be far away.
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