Chapter 25 (1/2)

”Old Burton not only took his own horse, but also his top general Erikson. Both the March and the camp are very organized. Whether it's ambush or night attack, we're afraid it's hard to get a bargain. If it's just a narrow victory, we can't talk about the next step. It's of little significance. I don't think either of you would like to see such a situation.” After all, Sean patiently explained that these two were his allies, not his subordinates. It was a matter of reason to change the plan without knowing them.

”As long as we get rid of the old Burton, it's worth our while to stay here.” Maijihong's eyes were broken.

”When did you go out to spy?” Clighton, the Corruptor, is obviously concerned about something different from McKee's. These days, they are almost inseparable. Sean has never been alone.

”The night before yesterday, there was only a ridge between us and old Burton. In the second half of the night, I went out for four hours.” Sean said seriously, ”the reason why I didn't tell you and changed the plan without authorization is that you were afraid that you would be confused by hatred. Old Bolton is only a minor injury, and Bastille is the real cancer. If you just kill old Bolton, it will not take long for other Boltons to emerge. If the supreme ruler of Manyu army comes in, we will have a worse life, If the Bastille is uprooted, it will cut off the old Bolton's back. The other party can only turn around and fight with us. Then let him have a taste of how strong his castle is and wait for his work. Why not do it with ease. ”

”The plan sounds perfect.” Clayton said strangely, ”but it's too idealistic. Bastille is known as the garrison of 8000. Even if old Bolton took the most elite 3000, there are still 5000 left? Don't say it's five thousand, even if it's a thousand, we can't chew this hard bone with us? When old Burton comes back to fight, we will be sandwich bread

”If we attack hard, let alone us. Even if we want to chew down the Bastille, we should be prepared to break a few teeth.” Sean didn't think so. If Clayton didn't ask any questions, it would be really wrong. ”If the surprise attack, especially the night attack, would greatly increase the success rate. The so-called eight thousand garrison of Bastille included the slaves who were driven by them. If it was in its heyday, these people would not have any second thoughts, but now the Bastille is just like this At our weakest point, all we need to do is to cripple the rest of the regular army in Bastille, and the slaves will come down without fighting. ”

”Still a little dangerous.” In a word, Ryan agreed with the plan.

After all, the feasibility is not low, and it brings hunters and archers. Even if Sean is involved, it is at most shooting arrows in the distance. It is McKee's people who are really in charge. If the signs are wrong, they will immediately withdraw with their own people and never continue to mix in.

Sean's brain is too easy to use. He obviously can't keep up with his ideas. He was trapped by a little carelessness. He didn't know that he was able to play happily together before because Sean didn't show any ambition, but this time the other side was obviously different from the past.

”Yes, that's what I said. That old bastard Bolton belongs to me.” McGee, the skull breaker, slapped his thigh heavily, giving Sean plenty of trust, which naturally did not take shape overnight.

Actually speaking, there is a certain blood relationship between the two. Sean's grandmother was born in Shangshui village. His mother, Elena, and McKee's father were old friends. They had saved McKee's life twice.

In addition, Sean saved one time. In McKee's own words, this kindness is still unknown in his life. Even if Sean takes him to jump into the fire pit, he doesn't have any hesitation, let alone that Sean has never let him suffer. His life has been getting better and better in the past few years. Sean's mother and son have made great contributions.

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Kleister suddenly sat up from the bed, sweating and panting. After a long time, the focus of his eyes converged again.

He had nightmares again. It was the fifth day. On the night when old Burton led his troops out of the city, he didn't sleep soundly. He always felt that he had missed something, but he couldn't remember it.

Since then, he has been haunted by nightmares. He has no impression of what he has dreamt of. He only feels that it is very dangerous and terrifying. He always has the illusion that his soul will be dragged into the abyss.

Cleister can't help but tighten his hands on the cross of the holy ether, and wants to draw a little help from it.

However, judging from the above trace, the time of making this holy etheric cross is no more than three days, and the prayer is also stuttering.

It is uncertain whether the Lord of truth will give protection to this kind of believer who only needs to burn incense.

This evening was especially uneasy. After praying three times in a row, kleister not only did not calm down, but became more restless. Even the maid in the outer room woke up with a start and wanted to come in and serve. He scolded him and went out.

”Can't it be the Lord of the city, what's wrong with them?” The fox cleister murmured in his heart.

These days, only this thing to worry about, but this idea just floated, he put out.Old Burton brought out the most elite troops in Bastille. All of them were veterans who had seen blood and served for no less than five years, and professional soldiers who were proficient in mountain operations. At the end of the day, they were not only training but also training.

Several times, the whole Manyu army leader, that is, the Golden Camel of Prince Phelan's lineage, could surpass this level. The rest of the border troops in various military fortresses or the local guards in major cities were not professional soldiers. At most, they were garrisons and recruiters. They worked for agriculture when they were idle and soldiers when there was a war.