Gauld is one of those smart people. His nearly twenty years as a soldier has transformed him from a new soldier into a veteran, and then from a veteran into a complete soldier.
In terms of combat effectiveness, he was last, but in terms of life-saving ability, he was ranked second in the entire Bastille. No one dared to be ranked first. He himself was not ashamed of it, but rather proud of it.
Gauld kept looking around, but the direction of his attention was not the Bastille, but behind him.
"Captain, do you have any new discoveries?" The captain said in a long tone, with a strong sense of ridicule, which was obviously not an honorific.
After all his life, Gauld was still a top soldier. He had not even become a corps commander, let alone a captain. The key was that every time he escaped, he rushed to the front, followed by a group of soldiers, so he had The escape captain jokingly called.
A tough guy like Gauld, whose two-skinned face is his most striking feature, ignored the ridicule in the other person's words and asked in a low voice: "Don't you notice something is wrong?"
"Ha, don't show off here. We are all brothers who bathe in the river. We all know the birthmark on your butt. Why are you pretending to be knowledgeable? Stay here honestly and don't make any mistakes. Lord City Lord We are in the middle of a fire recently, if you hit a knife edge, don’t blame us for being ruthless.” This clearly showed that he was not interested in Gold.
"What's wrong? Tell me?" However, there are also people who are very interested in Gauld, and their squadron leader is one of them.
He has always been good at escaping on the battlefield, and he has been dealing with Gauld for a while, and he knows that every time the opponent turns a disaster into a disaster, it is not just running fast, but also his keen observation that plays an important role.
Several times, one's own squadron escaped disaster by relying on the opponent's point of view.
"Usually, we should sound the gong and retreat at this time. If we continue to fight, it will only consume the lives and physical strength of our brothers, but it will be of no use at all. No matter how confused our city lord is, we will not even know this." Regarding this situation. During the war, Gold was obviously full of resentment.
Not to mention that they were summoned out of the city in a daze, went to the rescue in a daze, returned to the city in a daze, found out that their hometown was lost, and fought a siege battle in a daze.
Even though he was used to getting through the day in a daze, he couldn't bear to do such a dazed mess. Even if he was asked to take command, this battle would not be so frustrating.
"Stop talking nonsense, and be careful about cutting out your tongue." Although the squadron leader admired Gold's special abilities in certain aspects, it did not mean that he would tolerate him commenting on his top officer.
If he is not careful, the entire squadron will be unlucky. However, Gauld's problem has fallen into his heart. The current situation is indeed a bit abnormal. He must be more cautious. He is not only responsible for his own life, but also for the following ones. The life and death of person No. 10.
"Did you hear anything?" Gold not only ran fast, but his eyesight and hearing were also superhuman.
"I do seem to hear some noise, it seems to be coming from the city!"
"Fire, look, there's a fire. There's trouble in the city. There's definitely trouble in the city."
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"
"Capture Skullcrusher McGee alive!"
"The city is broken! Run away quickly! The city is broken!"
Various chaotic shouts could be faintly heard across the city wall. The most important thing was that the fire was so conspicuous in the dark night that it was difficult to see it.
"It's the inner fort. It's the inner fort that's on fire. Are they having internal strife?"
"It's also possible that our reinforcements are coming."
"Where did the reinforcements come from? The nearest military camp to our place is more than three hundred miles away. How could they arrive so quickly? Even if there are reinforcements, are you sure they are here to help us?"
"It's the city lord. It must be the city lord who has invaded." Gauld slapped his thigh heavily and said.
"The secret passage must be a secret passage. I have heard people say that those nobles are timid and afraid of death. When building the castle, they will definitely leave a secret passage for themselves to escape."
"Our city lord is famously cautious. It is impossible not to prepare for a secret escape route. He will definitely take advantage of us to attract firepower here, and then lead his men through the secret passage to successfully attack."
"Think about it, although we have been attacking for the past two days, we only sent two school guards each time. This manpower can't even cover a wall. It is impossible to attack. If the Lord of the City had already wanted to use the secret passage,
, it makes sense, we are simply bluffing pawns."
"In that case, what are you waiting for? Let's rush in. As long as we take advantage of the situation and rush in, we won't be able to grab the first victory and we won't be able to run away with the second victory." The squadron leader said excitedly.
"Wait!" Gold dragged the squadron leader back who was so excited.
"Wait a minute, if the city lord's sneak attack is really successful, our main force here will not be without movement. It is the safest way to follow the large force to act together, otherwise... rush, brothers, stop hiding,
The city will be destroyed right now.”
As if he had been given a shot of blood, Gauld left the squadron leader behind and rushed out from behind the bunker first.
He hunched over, holding up a wooden shield, and rushed towards the Bastille, because a fire dragon ignited in the direction of his camp, and it was his own general Erikson who was in charge. This in disguise confirmed the correctness of his guess and the opportunity to perform meritorious deeds.
How can we not be excited when we are so close?
However, after running a few steps, Gold regretted it. The Andis mountain people on the city wall were not easy to deal with, especially the men of Skullcrusher McGee. They were already terrifying humanoid monsters that could not be cut with a pair of knives.
Come on, armor that cannot be penetrated by a sword is simply a bone that cannot be chewed through.
So far, the only barbarian warrior they have killed was when two knight-level soldiers worked together to knock down the city wall and beat him to death. During the siege, they lost at least three knight-level soldiers and more than a dozen others.
Retinue-level soldier.
With my little arms and legs, I rushed forward, but I didn't get the credit. My life was caught first, and my whole life's reputation was ruined.
Unknowingly, his pace slowed down, and soon a large number of figures ran past him, members of his squadron, his own generals, and then he heard a series of sharp whistles on the city wall.
After these few days of offense and defense, he has basically understood the meaning of whistles. Each wave of short whistles represents a wave of arrows.
It's just that this time the whistle was much longer than before, and the sound of the arrows piercing the air was wrong. This was definitely not the sound of the Bastille Army's bows and arrows piercing the air.
This time it is much darker and rougher, which means that the arrows are thicker and longer than military bows, and the processing technology is not good, and the arrow shafts are not polished.
The arrow was thicker and longer than a military bow. Laird's mind jumped back again, but his body had already formed an instinctive reaction and threw himself under a mostly burned siege vehicle.
Then all the sounds in his ears were "chop chop" and "pop pop" sounds. The former was the sound of breaking through the wooden shield, and the latter was the sound of hitting the flesh, followed by a series of miserable screams.
"Look for cover, find cover, each of you find cover. This is a heavy arrow. This is an armor-piercing heavy arrow. Even double armor can't protect you."
"Archers, archers fight back, pin them down, pin them down!"
"Suppress it, you are shooting from behind, you can't see anyone at all, and the distance of the arrow is wrong, our archers haven't entered the shooting range yet."
"Don't be messy, don't be messy, keep your formation, charge, charge quickly, it will be safe if you charge under the city wall. The opponent is using a big bow, which is only suitable for upward and horizontal shooting."
"Help, help me, I don't want to die yet, I don't want to die, I want to go home, I want to go home!"
"Fire, fire, help, help!"
The situation turned into a pot of gruel, and the whole situation was a reappearance of the original destruction of the city gate garrison.
Andis's longbow once again revealed its ferocious fangs. Ordinary heavy armor was like paper in front of heavy arrows. While Old Burton was paralyzing Sean, Sean was also paralyzing the Bastille soldiers.
It’s unclear whether Old Burton’s paralysis was successful, but Sean’s paralysis tactics have already shown results.
Many soldiers wearing double armor saw that the bows and arrows on the city wall did not pose a threat to them. In order to facilitate the raid, most of them carried siege tools.
Only a small number of people like Gauld, who were timid and afraid of death, took the trouble to carry their shields with them. As you can imagine, it was these self-proclaimed soldiers who suffered heavy losses in the first place.
The arrow rain did not last long, only a minute, but the number of arrows that poured down was tens of thousands.
Looking around, the surviving Bastille soldiers couldn't help but take a breath of air-conditioning. What they saw were only dead bodies. All the siege battles in the past few days combined and the damage was not as much as today.
The level of cruelty was also incomparable. The heavy arrows that just poured out were all rockets dipped in tung oil. They not only ignited many siege equipment, illuminated the entire battlefield into daylight, but also turned many people into human-shaped torches.
That's all for the dead. The key point is for those who are not dead. They are wailing crazily and rolling around, trying to find help to put out the fire on their bodies. Anyone with a little knowledge of battle formations knows that this is in vain.
Not to mention that it couldn't be extinguished, even if it was extinguished, severe burns would not be saved. The fire poison in his body would kill him first.
It was quiet at the top of the city. The Bastille was like a monster, dormant quietly in the night, waiting for them to come to the door. The Bastille soldiers hiding behind the bunker looked at each other. Should they charge or not?
If there were two more waves of arrows like this, everyone would be dead before they could rush under the city wall.
Those who dared stretched their heads to observe the situation at the top of the city and couldn't help but gasped: "They are all heavily armored soldiers, all heavily armored barbarians from Skullcrusher McGee. The other side is not messy at all. We have fallen into a trap."
No, we have no chance, no chance!"
"Erikson, I respect you as a man and will give you and your brothers a chance. As long as you surrender, I, McGee, with the dignity of a skullcrusher, will never harm your lives! Your city lord
Bolton has fallen into our trap of luring him into an urn, and has become a bastard in the urn, with no chance of turning around!"
Skullcrusher McGee's loud voice was unusually loud in the night sky, "Even if you don't think about yourself, you have to think about the thousands of brothers behind you. They are all people with families and careers. If they all fight
If they die, what will happen to their parents and children?"
There was silence for a long time under the city, with only the crackling sound of burning flames.