Chapter 44 (1/2)

”Invite us out of town tomorrow and fight to the death.” When it comes to war books, Sean looks weird.

He knew every word above, but he didn't understand it. He didn't know what kind of psychology old Burton was in.

Unless his head was kicked by a donkey, he would give up the city of the high wall courtyard and go out of the city to fight with him.

In view of the differences in brain circuits between the two worlds, take a look at the reaction of McKee, a native of the skull breaker.

”Idiot!” McGee, the skull breaker, spat heavily outside the city, proving that it was not Sean's head that was kicked by the donkey, but by old Bolton.

”When we are fools! He didn't leave the house when he was inside. Now it's our turn. He even wants us to go out and fight. Beautiful, we'll wait here and let this son of turtle climb his own wall. ”

However, the words behind McKee, the skull breaker, directly exposed the nature of mud legs. It was purely to vent revenge, not from a tactical point of view.

”It seems that there are no fools in the world.” Sean laughed and sighed, and put away the so-called war books.

The content above doesn't matter at all, because it's just a cover, and the other party's cover is open and aboveboard.

……

Bastille temporary camp.

See that

”Yes, the other party is younger than expected, that is to say, he is 13-4 years old, but he is very old-fashioned. He just received the war letter and did not show any obvious likes and dislikes. Except that the city and the city were covered with white lime, the defense facilities didn't change much. As for the other side's army, the target had no chance to see it, and the people in the city didn't have a chance to pick it up Touch, the other side's preventive measures are very good. ”

It was the soldier who had given Shawn the letter of war.

As a cautious old fox, Bolton never believes in unilateral news. After losing the sentinel battle, he can only play this kind of conventional means.

Although a hundred trials are not good, but the information received is relatively limited, the other party has obviously prevented him from this hand.

In addition to disguised proof that the other side is a cautious person, and not too much harvest.

Old Bolton waved the soldier down, and his eyes fell on Clayton, the scavenger. ”Does Mr. Clayton have a good plan?”

”Besides hard attack, I don't have a good way. I have already broken my face with them. If I hadn't run fast, I would have been burned by others. Now I'm just throwing myself into the net.”

Clayton's face was bitter, and now he was also full of resentment. He was kind enough to send a message, but he was detained by old Bolton for no reason, and he was taken back to Bastille all the way.

This is totally inconsistent with his original plan of secretly cooperating with the other party. When it comes to this matter, not only will the two sides win or lose, but his reputation among the Andes will blow away.

It is uncertain how many people would like to follow him at that time. After all, his cooperation with Bastille was in the dark before. No matter how dirty he was in private, he refused to admit it on the face of it.

”I'm in a mess.” Compared with a few days before the high spirited, now old Bolton showed a lot of depression.

In a few days, he became a teenager. After learning that Bastille was occupied, he could be called a spirit of decline. Originally, he wanted to join the great Knight ajar to form a situation of two great knights and crush each other with force at the high end.

It turns out that the other party was infected with a severe disease, and even as a knight, ajar was not immune.

What's more, this incident stimulated his most dependent helper, Eriksson bull, and aroused a nightmare in his heart. Until now, he is still in a trance, not to mention commanding the battle. Even now, it is unknown that he can still maintain several percent of the combat effectiveness.

However, the tactics of high-end force crushing have been formed, but others have crushed themselves.

Now old Burton didn't even have a confidant to consult. He did everything by himself. He was a little exhausted. This was the absurd scene of asking Clayton, the Corruptor.

At this moment, he had a moment of regret that he had driven his sons to lingdu. If he had left one or two around, he would not have been in such a situation. Even the youngest son with the least ability, there was also a person who could speak confidently.

This may be the sorrow of the dictator. When you try to hold the power tightly in your own hands and don't want to give it to anyone, even your own son, you are doomed to be alone for life.

After only a few minutes of depression, old Burton regained his spirits. The bull Erikson's disorder had a certain impact on the morale of the soldiers. He could never fall down again.

Otherwise, Bastille will collapse without fighting. Bastille is his root, his life, his glory and the foundation of his family inheritance. No one is allowed to take it away from him.

When the weeds outside the city were burned out, the old Burton could not wait to push the front line up, and then sent people to fight, demonstrate, abuse, and even took off his trousers to make all kinds of indecent actions in the direction of the city.