"The number of sentries will be doubled. With the army as the center, they will detect all intelligence within a radius of twenty miles and not let go of any suspicious information."
"promise!"
"The army's marching speed has been slowed down by 30%. Pay attention to the connection with the grain transport team and ensure logistics safety as the top priority."
"promise!"
"We will camp outside the Bastille tonight and are not allowed to enter Bastille without permission."
"promise!"
After a brief adjustment, the army led by Manyu once again attacked the Bastille in a mighty manner.
Although the marching speed was reduced, the entire army turned into a giant hedgehog.
It's hard to get any favors from ambushing such an army. If you're not careful, you'll be covered in bruises.
Until the army arrived outside the Bastille, not even a single living person was seen, let alone an ambush.
The empty doors of the Bastille were wide open, and various flags and dilapidated armors were scattered all over the floor. Even the city walls were dilapidated and covered with dark red bloodstains. They were bloodstains that had not been cleaned after an inspiring fight. The whole city was covered with blood.
It looked like it had been torn by war.
Christopher did not directly march the army into the Bastille. This had nothing to do with Conrad's suggestion, but due to the instinct of a veteran. In the face of any abnormal situation, caution may not be the most correct choice, but it is the safest choice.
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The aristocratic private army carried out General Christopher's orders at first, but when a piece of news was accidentally leaked, it completely exploded - I don't know if the Andis people retreated too hastily, or they didn't know the goods, and the bus
There are a lot of antique calligraphy and paintings in the bottom that I didn’t have time to take away.
In order to gain the reputation of a nouveau riche, Old Bolton liked to collect antique calligraphy and paintings and display them in his inner castle. He pretended to be aristocrat and elegant, and became famous throughout the Manyu Army.
It is said that nearly half of the wealth created by Bastille was bought by him. Among them are many famous authentic treasures, many of which are hard to find. The few detectives who went into the city to investigate the situation picked up a few pieces worth three dollars.
Four thousand Byron gold coins equaled the annual fiscal revenue of a small town.
Not to mention those little lords with a serious deficit crisis, the eyes of the little nobles are shining, and even many noble lords with considerable wealth are very jealous. Why do they come all the way here?
Kill the enemy and serve the country.
That's something for young people who haven't grown up yet.
Make great achievements.
This is true, but the real purpose behind making achievements is still for wealth.
But now the wealth is right in front of them, within reach.
At the beginning, many people were hesitant, but as more and more people poured into Bastille, they suddenly became anxious.
No matter how much Old Bolton's collection is, it is still limited. Now it is completely a matter of quick hands and slow hands. They are late and there is not even a hair left. As for Christopher's military orders, they have long been thrown out of the sky.
It was too late for Christopher to stop him. After all, they belonged to the aristocratic private army and had great freedom of action. What's more, they were not the only ones who were jealous. There were many people in the direct lineage of the Phelan family that he led, who were jealous.
The generals of the four main armies had been in and out of his camp no less than three times, and they all suggested that he march the army directly into the Bastille. To this end, they racked their brains and listed several specious necessities.
In the final analysis, I am still jealous of the temptation of wealth and want a piece of the pie.
Not only the leaders, but also the soldiers below, there were also many jealous people who escaped from the camp and wanted to follow them to the Bastille to make a fortune. Some were daring and some were ordered by their superiors.
Christopher successively defeated dozens of people, including several school guards, to completely curb this greed. However, since then, his reputation among these four legions has plummeted.
As the saying goes, blocking someone's path to wealth is like killing one's parents. Today he killed so many parents, how could he get away with it?
However, this kind of resentment only lasted for half a night. When the fire burst into the sky and the winter thunder echoed in the ears from below, everyone's eyes changed when they looked at Christopher, and all the curses in their hearts turned into praise.
words.
Such things as predicting the enemy's opportunities, predicting events like a god, being wise and powerful, predicting the unknown...all fell on this old general.
Little did they know that the wise and mighty general they spoke of was also covered in cold sweat - he was shocked.
Only he knew that he was far from being as tough as he appeared. Under the heavy pressure from bottom to top, he had been shaken in his heart. It was not because of greed for the wealth in the Bastille, but because his position was due to the soldiers.
Support, if he loses the support of soldiers, his value in the eyes of Duke Borg will plummet.
If the opponent's attack was delayed, he would be ready to march his troops into the Bastille early tomorrow morning.
No one can say exactly where the Bastille fire started.
It seemed that in just a few minutes, the entire Bastille was plunged into a sea of fire. The lords, nobles and their private armies, who were blinded by the wealth, were as panicked as frightened mice.
Screaming, cursing, and crying were intertwined. At this moment, they no longer cared about wealth. They only hated their parents for missing their legs and being unable to escape from this blazing purgatory.
The frightened crowd began to swarm towards the city gate, and in just a few minutes, the gate of a large city was completely packed.
At this moment, they had no intention of being friendly and courteous. They all wanted to be the first to run out, even if they were crowded with lords who once had the power of life and death. In order to seize the power to leave the city first, many people even drew their swords at each other.
, killed in front of the city gate until rivers of blood flowed.
Rumble!
Their only hope of leaving the city came to nothing with an earth-shattering noise.
The entire city gate exploded, the flames reaching into the sky were dozens of meters high, and hundreds of meters in radius were covered in fire rain, like a volcano erupting.
The fire rain has strong flammability and falls on people. It cannot be dispersed by wind or extinguished by water. Even iron armor will burn violently for several minutes. Even if it rolls around in the world, the effect will be insignificant.
Hundreds of human-shaped torches appeared on the spot, wailing wildly and running away, aggravating the spread of the fire throughout the city.
At this time, everyone discovered that oily wood was piled up in inconspicuous areas of the Bastille. The other party had already turned this place into a huge oven, just waiting for them to jump into it.
Previously, they were blinded by wealth and did not notice these deadly threats. Even if someone noticed it, they did not think of the trap, but thought about how to transport them back and make a fortune.
Ahhhh...
Countless soldiers, whose bodies were on fire and had no other choice, jumped directly from the walls of the Bastille.
The wall of the Bastille is not high, that is, it is at the county level, but it is about seven or eight meters high. If you jump directly from the top, even a knight level, let alone an ordinary soldier, will be easily injured if you are not careful.
There were many people who broke their legs. Occasionally, a few lucky ones were nailed to death by countless arrows before they even got a hundred meters away from the camp.
Compassion does not command troops.
An old general like Christopher would never allow anyone to attack his camp, not even his comrades.
As for the rescue.
Such thoughts did not even appear in Christopher's mind.
In the face of this near-natural disaster, manpower is limited, and they have no choice but to watch from a distance.
What's more, there are countless pairs of eyes staring at them in the dark. As long as they reveal a slight flaw, the other party will pounce out of the darkness like hungry wolves and tear their throats apart.
At first, various screams could be vaguely heard, but soon they completely disappeared, leaving only the crackling sound of burning, and the air was filled with a strong aroma of barbecue. Countless people knelt down on the spot.
He couldn't stop vomiting.
It was not known how many flammable materials the other party had piled up in the Bastille. The fire lasted for a whole day and night, and it was not until a heavy rain in the early morning of the third day that it was completely extinguished. However, no one dared to enter the city.
The entire city was burned by the fire, and when the heavy rain poured down, entire sections of the city wall were cracking and collapsing.
The battle damage was quickly counted. Thanks to Christopher, the direct line of the Phelan family was basically undamaged, but the noble private army was less than one-third of what it was when it came. In other words, the fire killed two people.
More than 10,000 people.
One of them is a hereditary earl with the same title as him, eight hereditary viscounts, and more than thirty hereditary barons. As for the number of lords and knights, it is impossible to count them in a short time.
This fire completely burned to death one-third of the powerful local nobles of Manyu Army. Such battle losses have never happened to Manyu Army since its establishment.
Even General Christopher, who didn't know much about politics, knew that Man Yu's military leader was in big trouble this time.
Behind a hereditary lord represents a hereditary family. Every time one dies, a hereditary family will change its rights.
The alternation of power in a hereditary family can never be called harmonious, especially a hereditary family with real power.
It is common for brothers, uncles, nephews, sisters, fathers and sons to have bloody head-to-head fights, especially when the previous head of the family did not leave any last words and died suddenly, this change of power is more likely to cause violence.
With so many nobles and nobles dead in one fell swoop, General Kristoff simply couldn't imagine what kind of chaos the demons would be like for Commander Manyu in the future?
The most devastating blow to morale was the blow to morale. Mentioning the fire and the thunder-like explosion in the winter, many soldiers still look pale even now.
The enemy has not even been seen, an empty city, a pile of antique calligraphy and paintings, so many people's lives have been taken away, and anyone else would be heartbroken.
The conversational tone of the soldiers had completely changed. They no longer had the ambition to make great achievements, nor did they have the confidence to kill a few people on the battlefield.
The good ones just want to go home, but the bad ones are saying that the enemies they face this time are not humans, but the evil spirits and gods in the Andis Mountains, punishing them for the harm they have done to the people of the Andis Mountains over the years.
, it’s not at all competitive.
Once such people were discovered, Christopher would kill them without hesitation. This was a typical act of indulging in the enemy, helping the enemy to lower his own morale.
There is no way to fight this battle. Without the protection of the Bastille, the ancient Jacob River channel does not look like an undefended girl with her legs spread.
Just wait for them to deliver it to your door.
Who knows if there is another fire waiting for them inside - the most indispensable thing in the Andes Mountains is all kinds of trees.
However, neither General Christopher nor the nominal supreme commander Patram dared to make this kind of decision. They sent sentry riders to report to Duke Borg at night, waiting for his instructions.