Chapter 48 (1/2)
Sean relaxed when he heard that the enemy had been killed from Bastille.
The most dangerous arrow is never shot. Once it is off the string, the threat will be greatly reduced.
Old Burton's style did not exceed Sean's prediction. Bastille was the key point of their defense. The two sides fought fiercely at the gate of the inner Bastille, surrounded by hundreds of people in a narrow space.
The sound of killing is shocking. Every time you wave a weapon, you will see flesh and blood flying everywhere. Every time, it is the most direct collision between body and armor.
The fire was set by old Burton, but he didn't expect that Sean secretly painted tung oil on the inflammable materials. Originally, he only wanted to light one or two buildings as a signal of cooperative operation. As a result, he ignited the whole inner fort and turned himself into a prisoner in the fire.
It's not that Bolton doesn't want to withdraw, but no one will build the secret road as spacious as the main road. The narrow space only allows one or two armed soldiers to walk through. There are also a large number of uninformed soldiers rushing in. If it comes back here, the consequences can be imagined.
Old Bolton can be called decisive, with his soldiers to the gate of the inner castle, as long as you master here, this battle still has to fight.
As a key suspect, Bastille's inner fortress, in addition to laying traps with tung oil on inflammable materials, two hundred guards of skull crushing regiments were set up at the gate of the inner Bastion, who were on duty 24 hours a day. The orders they received were to guard the gate, whether the people outside wanted to go in or those inside wanted to go out.
Personal martial arts have no matter, even if your skills are superb, turn is not the enemy or comrade in arms, simply can not display.
At this time, what we are fighting for is whose weapon is sharper, whose armor is stronger and whose will is more tenacious.
In terms of weapons, they are almost the same. They are produced by Bastille. The only difference is that they are of different types. On one hand, the majority are half handed swords, and on the other are heavy weapons.
It's hard to say who will take advantage of it. Both of them are weapons that can be widely used together. In this situation, neither can be roundly swung, nor can we talk about its power. Finally, both sides have drawn out short and small spare weapons to fight, but the effect is very little.
Because one side is a well forged plate armour, and the other side is heavy infantry wearing three-layer armour. Even if these small arms are blunt, there is no way to take the other side. If you want to kill the other party, you must tear off the defense of the other party.
In this regard, the soldiers with broken skulls are in the ascendant. When they are tall and powerful, they grasp the enemy's helmet accurately. Once the helmet is pulled off, the person will be sentenced to death, one minute earlier and one minute later.
The Bastille soldiers soon learned to be smart. They bent over and drilled into the arms of the soldiers with broken skulls. Their short swords were used to drill into the gaps in their armor. Once they could not stand, the moment they fell down was the moment that they were killed.
The fierce battle lasted less than half an hour. The thick blood flowed freely like a stream, and was almost over the feet. The Bastille soldiers led by old Bolton had become a dying struggle.
Because the Andes were not confused, under the coordination and command of Sean and the juvenile army, the broken skull soldiers stationed in other positions were constantly rushing in. They did not join the battle blindly. The space was too narrow, and it would not help to invest more manpower.
they redeployed themselves outside the inner castle, and the broken skull army was in front of them. After the juvenile army and the Auxiliary Corps, the Andean long bow was unified, and the hundred men who sardine crowded together were also continuing to withdraw from the battlefield.
Under the supervision of their own officers, the Bastille soldiers are also regrouping to prepare for the final struggle.
”Who is Sean don Augustine? Come out and talk. ”
The regrouped Bastille soldiers split a gap, and the old Bolton, dressed in silver plate armor, came out. The bloodstains on his sword and armor told the world that they were not pure ornaments. They yelled at the outside, ”I don't even have the courage to talk to an old man in front of him.”
”Don't go!” Marshall pulled Sean's arm. ”It's just an old trapped animal. There's no need to talk to him. Just order the arrow.”
”No harm.” Sean said with a smile, ”I wonder why he wants to see me at this time.”
As a matter of fact, Sean was also curious about the appearance of the demon who had harmed Andes mountain people for more than 30 years, and made countless Andes hate the gnashing teeth of the devil. He had heard the name of the other party thousands of times, but never met him.
”Be careful not to make a big mistake.” Marshall didn't stop Sean any more, but let four broken skull soldiers with tower shields follow him closely.
What they held was not so much a tower shield as four cast iron plates. The four soldiers were selected as strong men and could be selected as grass-roots officers in the skull crushing army.
It is the skull breaker McKee who specially arranged for Sean. Since the capture of Bastille, Sean's value has doubled in McKee's eyes. Of course, he should be protected as a treasure.
Sean didn't refuse. Playing cool has long been removed from his life dictionary, satisfying his curiosity and ensuring his own safety.
Burton's appearance greatly disappointed Sean. He was neither a disgusting and obscene face, nor heroic and heroic, but an ordinary Byron who could no longer be ordinary.Take off that dazzling armor, throw in the crowd can not pick out, once again confirmed that the reality and imagination have a huge gap.
While Sean was looking at Burton, he was also looking at the young man who had driven himself to death in just half a month.