"The first echelon goes down, the second echelon goes up."
"Free fire, free fire, be careful to keep your arrow speed."
"Prepare the rolling logs, release them, and crush these sons of bitches to death."
"Where's the lime bag? Throw it down right now. You idiot, you're usually very smart. How can you be as stupid as a wild boar at this time? You must seize the opportunity and wait until they are halfway up before throwing it away."
From the first moment the battle started, Skullcrusher McGee was active on the front line, commanding the most intense section of the city wall throughout the battle.
At this time, Sean never said much because he knew that the other party was more professional than him in this aspect.
Even though McGee had never properly defended the city, he was able to learn many things without any instruction. He not only made full use of the original defense facilities on the city wall, but also added lime as part of the city defense system.
This was also inspired by the young army's preference 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 it is blinded, the combat effectiveness will be greatly reduced.
Facts have also proved that lime bags are a good weapon for defending the city, and have good group killing effects. Once a lime bag is chopped into pieces in mid-air, everyone within a radius of more than ten meters will lose their combat effectiveness.
In the end, the Bastille soldiers let the lime bags hit them hard, and they would not easily chop them with a knife.
The main force currently defending the city is neither the Youth Army nor the Skull Crusher Legion, but the newly adapted Andis Mountain Hunters.
Compared with the Young Army's vassal engineers and the Skull Crusher Legion, their adaptation was the simplest. They simply divided into groups and fired bows and arrows in an orderly manner inside the city walls, arrow towers, and towers.
The Skull Crusher Legion is fully armed and sitting cross-legged behind the city wall, recharging their energy. Even though they have amazing endurance, they dare not squander it casually. Who knows how long this war will last, and it will be better to keep yourself full of energy at all times.
A long-lasting method.
At this time, the new recruits and veterans can be seen clearly.
Those who were tensed up, clutching their weapons tightly, and sweating, needless to say, had never seen blood.
Those who either close their eyes and meditate, chat and laugh, or stuff their mouths with dried meat and chew slowly, eighty percent of them are battle-hardened veterans, and they have learned how to regulate themselves.
Occasionally, a brave Bastille soldier would rush to the top of the city, and the skull-crushing soldier closest to him would jump up laughing.
Either sweep him off the top of the city with a stick, or hug him with a big hand, not caring about the opponent's attack, just hug him tightly, break his neck, and then sit back in his seat.
On the battlefield, everything is about effort-saving. If you can solve it with half a punch, never use one punch. Again, keeping your physical strength strong is crucial - it determines whether you can survive until the end of the war.
The Skull-Crushing Soldiers were like needles that stabilized the sea. They were confident in fighting against the Andis Mountain Hunters. They repelled five waves of attacks from the other side in a row. Both sides left no less than a hundred corpses on the top of the city. Among them were
Four-fifths belonged to the soldiers of the Bastille.
The advantage of a city defense battle is not that great for the defenders. If they had not taken advantage of the unexpected, a force attack like this, even if the number of the young army was ten times larger, would only result in a bloody head-on collision.
Broken arms and limbs, stiff corpses, distorted faces, dark red blood, the miserable scene cannot be described in words.
Faced with such a situation, not to mention the powerful soldiers of the Skull Crusher Legion, even those Andis mountaineer hunters rarely showed any emotion. If they saw someone who was still moaning, it would be considered merciful to step forward and give him a blow. As for treating
They provide humanitarian relief.
Don't be kidding, there is no such word in this cold and cruel gray world.
"Old Bolton is preparing to attack the city overnight. Something is wrong with the situation. There may be a scam inside." Marshall whispered to Sean, "Should we let the Skull Crusher Legion go out to charge and explore the opponent's true identity?"
Sean smiled and said: "No matter how cunning the old fox is, with limited resources, he can't do anything. There are only a few methods he can use. We have all made complete preparations. He
Just don’t use it, once you use it, it’s guaranteed to defeat him faster.”
"After all, it's a risk, it's better to drag him to death like this." A person's character determines his acting style. The upright and steady Marshall is more interested in all kinds of conspiracies. Taking risks is only a non-essential choice, but this time
The decision lies in the hands of Old Bolton, and they can only wait passively.
The first day's attack and defense lasted until the half-quarter moon disappeared, and the old wave finally ceased its activities.
The same thing happened the next day.
It was easy to do this on the third day.
There were no surprise attacks, no plots, just pure offensive and defensive battles, leaving at least dozens of corpses and at most hundreds of corpses every day.
Compared to the number of people on both sides, such casualties were tragic. After all, both sides were consuming truly elite veterans, each of whom had at least the strength of a retinue, not just some peasants who were picked up casually.
According to incomplete statistics, Sean and the others consumed nearly 30,000 arrows every day. Even so, only one-third of the dead soldiers were actually killed by bows and arrows.
On average, it takes thousands of arrows to kill one person. For well-equipped soldiers, the lethality of arrows is quite limited, not to mention that they will be facing various bunkers when approaching the city wall.
Even if you know that the effect of bows and arrows is not ideal, before every attack on a city, it is inevitable to have a wave of bows and arrows to cover them. The killing is only secondary, and the main thing is to increase the difficulty of the opponent's approach to the city wall.
Therefore, even if the city's arrow storage is very large, as many as one million, the engineers attached to the Youth Army still have two school guards who specialize in producing various types of arrows, among which the Andis longbows and heavy arrows are the main ones, and the Bastille Army bows and arrows
As a supplement.
The offensive and defensive battles on the city wall have fully proved the shortcomings of the Bastille military bow. Although it is more powerful than the Andis hunting bow, it is still sharp against light armor and leather armor, but it is not as powerful against heavy armor.
The Andis Longbow is very powerful with heavy arrows, but time is tight. Even if there are a large number of existing materials in the inventory, there is no time to convert them into existing combat effectiveness. Before it reaches a certain scale, the Andis Longbow cannot exert its power.
The biggest advantage.
Sean simply used it as a trump card and took the largest number of Bastille bows.
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"It's enough for me to lead the team myself. Why do you need to take the risk yourself?" Bull Erikson gave his final persuasion. "Once there is an accident in the plan and you get caught up in it, the entire Bastille will be in ruins and there will be no chance.
.”
"This is our last chance. If we fail this time, it doesn't matter whether I can survive alone."
Old Bolton was dressed in silver plate armor, holding the half-handed sword that had been with him for half his life. His back was straight and majestic, as if he had returned to the glorious days of fighting in the east and west, but his words revealed the old man's unique aura.
.
"Half of my life, my wealth has been in this city. When I still owned this city, I was still the noble Bolton Bachel. Even if Borg Slavic Faerun doesn't like me, he still has to treat me.
I'll be polite. Without this city, I would be just an old dog that has lost its use value. Even the guards at the gate of the Duke's castle won't look at me."
Old Bolton took a long breath and said it not so much to Erikson as to himself: "Interest, this is the cruelest and truest face of this world. Once there is no interest, the so-called
Family, friendship, and love are all illusory. If the benefits brought by Bastille are lost, there will be a lot of people who want me to die. The first one is not the slaves I once sold.
But my dearest son and the lord I am loyal to, isn’t this very ridiculous?”
Looking at the nearby Bastille, Old Burton felt that it was so far away, like the twinkling stars in the starry sky. All kinds of distracting thoughts flashed through his heart. Although he didn't want to admit it, the cruel reality told him that he was old.
Back then, before the battle, he would have never had so many distracting thoughts. All he had to do was raise his sword and move forward bravely, because apart from this armor and the mount under his crotch, he had nothing to lose and nothing to miss.
Now, my mind is full of emotions, could it be that I have been wise all my life, and all kinds of storms and waves have come my way, and I just fell down in an inconspicuous smelly ditch?
no way!
Old Bolton roared in his heart, turned to the Bull Erikson and made a strong promise, "Accompany me to charge again, no matter you win or lose, you will be free again. The favor of a meal back then, you have already
It took me half my life to pay it back, which is enough."
"Sir." Bull Erikson's eyes flashed, and it was difficult to tell whether the surging colors were moved or other components, because even he couldn't tell the difference.
If he had heard the same words two weeks ago, he might have been moved to tears and relieved. It was not that he had any other thoughts at that time, but that the shackles of the mind were sometimes heavier than the shackles of the body.
But now, when he once again faced his biggest fear, everything became irrelevant - peeling away the surface and looking at the essence, the old Bolton was only using himself from beginning to end.
If he really had feelings for himself, he would not add the so-called "accompanying him to charge again" in front of it. As Old Bolton himself said, he has spent half his life repaying the favor of a meal, which is enough.
Old Burton did not wait for Erikson's reaction, and strode into the dark secret passage.
"Assemble, everyone assemble." Bull Eriksson strode to the front of the formation without hesitation. No matter how many tricks you use, my original intention remains unchanged. This is his principle of life. I will accompany him to charge again.
, the two do not owe each other.
The siege battle was in full swing, and the Bastille soldiers surged up again like a tide. The momentum was full, but both the enemy and ourselves were very weak.
There were only a few arrows on the top of the city, and the attackers were also half-hearted. Many of them were close to the city wall, hiding behind bunkers to kill time. By calculation, it was almost time to collect the troops.
It would be the most tragic thing in life to rush forward risking one's life, only to retreat at the back.
There were many such unlucky people in the first three nights, and they were beaten to death on the top of the city. Those who survived naturally learned to be smart.
The other way around is also true, the smart people survive.
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