"My little brother has just said that he will not accuse good people of bad people, nor will he favor bad people. This is what I want to say. I will protect these little brothers. If they have any favoritism and fraud, come to me. My skull-breaker McGee will never have a grain of sand in my eyes." skull-breaker McGee patted his chest to assure him.

"Since Lord McGee is personally protecting us, we have no reason to disbelief. Let's go, we'll all be separated. Let's search again. It was too hasty just now. Some places have not been carefully inspected. I know that there are several secret rooms, which are good places for hiding people, so there are no fish that miss the net."

"I saw a lot of people running away from West Gate before. Whoever is interested, let's chase after them together and prevent these bastards from escaping smoothly."

"Count me."

"It's me too."

The same words are different from the mouths of different people. Whether they are talking nonsense or being sincerely guaranteed, the captured Andes Mountaineering people have given up one after another.

As for the few who stayed there, they were probably really revenge with some people in the slave military camp. They wanted to see if they could avenge them in other ways. The young army welcomed such people.

As the same goes, any group has bad sheep, and people in the slave barracks are no exception. If you can eliminate such people, your placement and reorganization will be much smoother.

Sean walked towards McGee, the skull-breaker, and praised him with no hesitation: "This matter is handled in a clean and neat way."

McGee, the skull-breaker, didn't know what modesty was. She taught Shane experience with a slight brow: "The most important thing in dealing with such a person is momentum. His expression must be fierce. Showing his own momentum will naturally feel guilty. Those who really want to fight will not quarrel with you here. They have already swung their fists. When they meet such a ruthless person, they can stay away if they can, and they don't offend him. Once they offend him, they must find a way to kill him as soon as possible."

"Get teaching, be taught, be taught." This time Sean was sincere and thought about it carefully. McGee, the skull-breaker, said that the words of the skull-breaker, are rough and not rough.

"But just because of your kid's cleverness, you can play with such a person." McGee shook his chest muscles proudly and said, "How is it? This is a good head, I found it from the old Bordenkudi."

"Tsk!" Sean slammed his mouth. The look of a majestic man eight feet tall was really eye-catching.

Even if the other party just wanted to show the armor he had just got, especially not very fit, it was a bit like a fat man stuffing himself into two small clothes, holding his chest and abdomen, and finally stuffing it in, but when he relaxed, the buttons broke into a row. This is the best portrayal of McGee, the skull breaker.

For the sake of his own eyes and the other person's belly, Sean decided not to say anything against his will, "Want to hear the truth or lies?"

"Nonsense, of course it's the truth." Skull-breaker McGee couldn't help laughing first, "Forget it, don't say the truth or lies. It's not a good thing anyway. This is the largest armor you can find in it. Why is there no armor specially customized for the Kentana people in this world?"

Sean couldn't help rolling his eyes in his heart. The Kentana Barbarians are said to be the poorest person in the world. Even the brave merchants are unwilling to transport their goods to the Kentana Icefield.

Not to mention whether there is a path. Even if the fortune is over, ninety percent of the money will be lost, and even if you take your own life, the Kentana barbarians have no idea of ​​trading, and they like to rob directly.

In order not to let him down, Sean said against his will: "Take it off first, wait for me to see if I can change it. The whole body armor is unrealistic, so it is still okay to change the half body armor."

"I'll wait for you to say this." Who said that a fool is brainless, and there are also routines when calculating others.

Sean smiled and did not tell the skull-breaker McGee directly that he didn't have to mess with himself like this. As long as he sent the armor and told him, he would never wipe out his face.

"How is the harvest? Did the armory and granary occupy it as soon as possible?" In order to avoid suspicion, Sean did not send the young army to intervene in these two places, but instead gave the fat to McGee, the skull-breaker and Clayton, the scavenger.

Two people who are completely unconfrontational and supervise each other, and there is no need to worry about them tampering in the middle. The young army can take more time to do something else, and the slave camp is one of them.

The Young Army would not be polite. When they see the opportunity, they will attack him. If they don’t take advantage of it, they will be bastards. However, judging from the four previous provocations, the skull-breaker McGee is just a silly guy, and the old vulture has been guarding against him.

"That's more," said McGee, the skull-breaker, with a slight brow, "I have never seen so much food in my life. According to the young man you arranged for me, those villages with enough food to eat for ten years and ten thousand people will eat for ten years. If they can be transported back, how many more people can they feed? The old Bolton, how much wealth has he exchanged for our blood over the years?"

"Don't dream, we can't transport these foods back. Not to mention that there are three thousand elite troops outside, just talk about the four or five hundred miles of mountain road. If you carry them on your shoulders, when will you carry them?" Sean poured a basin of cold water on the skull-breaker McGee, and the amount of food was lower than the budget.

As a deformed city, Bastille has a lot of cultivated land and farming around it, but it needs to support more troops and cannot be self-sufficient. It is inevitable to hoard a large amount of military supplies.

This is another factor that he decided to attack Bastille first. Inadequate equipment is their fatal weakness. If they make up for this shortcoming, they will have more tactics to choose from.

"Is there really no way to imagine?" McGee asked unwillingly. He was also a person who had been hungry. In the famine, he had never eaten anything in grassroots and tree bark, so he was almost eating people. He attached much more importance to food than others.

"It's not completely impossible, but the premise is to kill Bolton first. If they don't defeat them, no matter how much food they have, they will only be burned." Sean obviously doesn't want to waste too much brain power in this regard, "What about the weapons?"

Heard that there is no way to take so much food for himself, the skull-breaker McGee was much more depressed and said: "There are quite a lot of weapons, more than 3,000 armed people and rich. With all the seizures, there is no problem with 5,000 equipment. There are basically no suitable people for my brothers, not to mention that we don't have so many people, so we can't fully utilize them."

Sometimes, too much wealth is also a worry, especially when it comes to getting rich, which is the first time McGee has experienced this feeling.

"There was not so many people before, which did not mean that there were not so many people in the future. As for your brother's equipment, don't worry. Give me two days to ensure that all your brothers will change their equipment." Sean's confidence did not come out of thin air, not only the Young Army, but also because the two thousand Bastille Army were all excellent engineers.

It is obviously impossible to let them forge nearly a thousand-body special armor in such a short time, but it is not a big problem to use the original transformation. As for whether they will work for themselves, Sean has never been worried about such a problem. As long as there are enough white buns there, they will not worry about not working for themselves.

"Really? It's broken!" Skullbreaker McGee jumped three feet high, slapped his forehead, and carried Sean and ran towards the inner castle.

"I'm not a child anymore, I'll leave myself." Sean pointed to the ground with his toes and ran with McGee, but he looked really ashamed, "So what's wrong?"

"I didn't find my brothers' equipment in the armory before, so I didn't care much about it. The old vulture is there. We have to hurry up and don't let that old guy make any trouble." McGee, a typical pragmatism in the skull crusher, used to take it as a treasure, and useless to discard it like a bad game.

Sean was not worried about the skull-breaker's concerns. Even though he knew the nature of the scavenger Clayton, how could he not let others go beside him?

But Sean still felt a sense of discomfort. He originally thought that even if the scavenger Clayton did not look at national justice, he would not drag them down even if he didn't work together.

But judging from the current situation, I still overestimated the other party’s lower limit and vision, that is, a short-sighted real villain, and a tall-eyed real villain at least has some value in use. If it is short-sighted, it will be useless at all.

Sean admitted that he had planned to scavenger Clayton first, and used the people lurking around him to temporarily undermine him, but he was also the worst strategy forced out by his broken character. He never killed him from beginning to end. During the night attack, his young army was charging forward. Clayton's mountain eagles were always on the second and third lines, with only a handful of broken people.

Looking at the scavenger Clayton, he was more active than anyone else when he was plundering things. He almost caused a disaster just now. This was the rhythm of slandering the young army to death.

Sean's eyes flashed for a moment, and suddenly said, "Let's get rid of him!"

McGee, the skull-breaker, braked suddenly and almost threw Sean out, "What? Who is the fire? Old vulture? Take it seriously?"

"Take it seriously!" Sean nodded with great certainty. The harm of this time bomb staying around him is far greater than its usefulness.

"Okay! OK! OK!" McGee, the Skull Brokener, laughed, "I have been waiting for you for a long time. I had bet with a few brothers before, how long can you bear that old guy? I didn't expect you to be unable to stand it so soon. I have suppressed you for a week, haha... It seems that the old guy has done something too much. As long as I can deal with that old guy, I will admit it even if I lose the bet."
Chapter completed!