Chapter 48 (2/2)

Young.

This is Burton's first impression. Although he has heard this evaluation from one person's mouth, he is still shocked by the age of the other person. The reason for this feeling is that.

It's not that Sean is really young. There are many families and businesses at his age. Many younger than him are already experienced veterans. However, Sean's achievements in this period are too brilliant, which many people can't do in their whole life. Therefore, there is a strong psychological contrast.

Mature.

This kind of maturity has nothing to do with his age, but from his words, deeds and eyes. If he does not talk about each other's face, just from his eyes, old Burton feels that he is facing an old fox who has become an elite.

He didn't get it wrong. By pinching his fingers, Sean was no younger than he was.

”I'm Sean.”

”Younger than I expected.”

”Thank you! I don't think some things have much to do with age. The Lord asked me to come out just to see what the enemy looked like

”I do think so! Can't you? When I go to heaven, I don't know who sent me. I don't know

”Do you think you can go to heaven?”

”Why can't I go to heaven? Is it because I founded Bastille? Slave trade? Don't forget, we are enemies. ”

”Do you know what it was like thirty years ago? Do you know what we call Anders? Human locusts, they are a group of locusts. Every harvest season, they rush out of the mountains in droves and rob us of the fruits we have worked so hard to grow, kill all the men, and take away women and children. ”

”I witnessed the tragic death of my parents, brothers and brothers in their hands, and our manor turned into a pile of ashes. From that day on, I swore vengeance. I wanted those locusts never to get out of the mountain, even if I gambled my life.”

Old Burton's face was full of hatred, and his body was full of a soul distorted by hatred. In the face of such a person, Sean had nothing to say. Looking at his posture, old Burton was not prepared to listen to him.

”Do you think you can really own this city by defeating me? It's a big mistake. It won't be long before the iron cavalry of the Phelan family will break down here. At that time, you will be faced with the most terrible army led by the Manyu army, and you will have to roll back to the mountains with your mobs. ”

”Do you think that's a challenge?” Sean was a little uncertain and asked if old Burton had been stimulated crazy.

Speaking of one hammer in the East and one hammer in the west, the last few words finally tasted. When the old guy arrived, he still wanted to dig a hole for himself. He wanted to fight with the iron cavalry of the Phelan family. However, his level was too low, and he could deal with McKee's simple and unsophisticated goods.

”Why are you afraid?” Old Burton is very hi, ”there are many people like me, you Andes will never turn over.”

has the final say, has the final say, not you have the final say, even if it is really one day, you can not see it! The murderer is the murderer, and will not change because of your own justice. Heaven, you can't go up! Shoot the arrow

Sean felt that he and an out and out racist Avenger would not find any common language. He ended the conversation cleanly. It was the right thing to end the conversation earlier and go back to bed earlier.

When thousands of Andes bows and heavy arrows were thrown down, the war would have come to an end ahead of time. As for these heavy arrows, which were a small part of Sean's intercepted ahead of time, they were only enough to equip a hundred guards to cope with the sudden situation.

The effect of Andes long bow heavy arrow on plate armour is obviously much worse. There is no invincible ability to deal with lock armor and scale armor, but it can't hold a large number of them.

When more than 2000 heavy arrows fell down, there were always some unlucky guys who were hit at the key points of defense, and the newly assembled Bastille soldiers suffered heavy casualties.

Unfortunately, old Bolton was not left behind and he returned to inner Castle again.

When he was found again, his face was already burning beyond recognition, and only his plate armor was left to show his identity.

As for whether the charred body is old Burton, it doesn't matter whether it is. As long as Erikson, the bull outside the city, and his thousands of soldiers recognize it. When they put down their weapons and kneel down to surrender, it means that old Bolton has become a Bastille style.

When he saw the adaptation of the young army's affiliated engineers, Erikson sincerely sighed, ”if you make a living by yourself, you won't complain if you lose.”

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