Galder is one of the smart people. His nearly twenty-year-old soldier career has long transformed him from a new recruit into a veteran, and then from a veteran to a complete soldier.

In terms of combat effectiveness, he is the tail-up, and in terms of life-saving ability, he is the second in the entire Bastille, and no one dares to be the first. He himself is not ashamed of this, but rather proud.

Galder has been lying his head, but the direction he is not about Bastille, but behind him.

"Captain, have you found something new?" The captain pulled the long tune, with a strong sense of mockery, obviously not a respectful title.

Galder has been a big soldier all his life, and he has not even become a sergeant commander, let alone a captain. The key is that every time he escapes, he rushes in front and follows a bunch of soldiers behind, so the escape captain jokingly calls him.

A soldier like Galder, the second-skinned face is his most prominent feature. He directly ignored the mockery in the other party's words and asked in a low voice: "Didn't you notice something is wrong?"

"Ha, I'm not showing off here. They are all brothers taking a bath in the river. We all know the birthmarks on your butt. They are knowledgeable and honestly stay with them. You are not allowed to make trouble. The city lord is on the head of the fire recently. If you hit the knife, don't blame us for being ruthless." This is obviously not a cold to Galder.

"Why is something wrong? Let's talk about it?" However, some people who were very interested in Gold, their squadron leader was one of them.

Escape on the battlefield has always been a skill, and he has been dealing with Galder for a while and knows that the other party will not only run fast, but also make a great contribution to keen observation.

There were several times when he used the other party's point to escape the disaster with his own squadron.

"Usually, we should have retreated at this time. If we continue to fight, it will be useless except for consuming the lives and physical strength of our brothers. No matter how confused our city lord is, we will not even know this." Galder was obviously full of resentment about this war.

Not to mention that they were summoned out of the city in a confused manner, went to rescue in a confused manner, returned to the city in a confused manner, and found that their hometown was lost, and then fought another confused siege.

Even though he had long been used to living a life of confusion, he could not stand such a confusing mess. Even if he had to command, the battle would not be so depressed.

"Stop talking nonsense, be careful to cut your tongue." Although the squadron leader appreciates Galder's special abilities in a certain aspect, it does not mean that he can tolerate commenting on his highest commander.

If he was a little careless, the entire squadron was in trouble, but Gaulde's problem fell into his heart. The current situation is indeed a bit abnormal. He must be careful. What he needs to be responsible for is not only his own life, but also the life and death of dozens of people below.

"Did you hear any sound?" Galder not only ran fast, but his eyesight and hearing were also superior.

"It really seems that I heard something, it seemed to be coming from the city!"

"Fire, look, it's a fire, there's something going on in the city, it's definitely a mess."

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

"Catch McGee the Skull Crusher alive!"

"The city is broken! Escape quickly! The city is broken!"

All kinds of chaotic shouts can be heard vaguely through the city walls. The most important thing is that the fire is so conspicuous in the darkness that it is difficult to not see it.

"It's the inner castle, it's the inner castle that caught fire. Did they have an internal strife?"

"It may also be that our reinforcements are coming."

"Where did reinforcements come from? The nearest military camp here is more than 300 miles away. How could it be that it could come so quickly? Even if there are reinforcements, are you sure they are here to help us?"

"It's the city lord, it must be the city lord who attacked in." Galder slapped his thigh heavily.

"The secret passage must be a secret passage. I have heard that those nobles and men are timid and afraid of death. When building the castle, they will definitely leave themselves with a secret escape passage."

"Our city lord is famous for his prudence. It is impossible not to be prepared to escape the secret passage. We must have taken advantage of us to attract firepower here and then lead people through the secret passage to successfully attack."

"You think, although we have been attacking these two days, we only sent two school guards at a time. This number of people are not even covered by a wall, so it is impossible to attack. If the city lord had wanted to use the secret passage, it would be clear. We are simply bluffing chess pieces."

"Since that's the case, what are you waiting for? As long as we take advantage of the situation and rush in, we can't get the first skill and the second skill." The squadron leader said excitedly.

"Wait!" Gold pulled back the squadron leader who was passionate about his blood.

"Wait a minute, if the city lord really successfully attacks, our main force will not be out of touch. Following the main force together is the safest way. Otherwise... rush, brothers, don't hide it, breaking the city is at this moment."

Like a chicken blood, Gord threw down the squadron leader and rushed out from behind the bunker first.

He bent down and held a wooden shield, and rushed towards Bastille, because a fire dragon was ignited in the direction of his camp, and the one in front of his general Eriksen was the correctness of his guess. The opportunity to make a contribution is right in front of him, so why not be excited?

However, after a few steps, Galder regretted it. The Andes Mountaineer on the city wall was not a good man, especially the skull-breaker McGee, who were originally terrifying human-shaped monsters. They changed into a pair of armor that could not be cut into by swords and could not be pierced through the sword, and were simply bones that could not be gnawed.

So far, the only barbarian warrior they killed was that they were lifted down the city wall by two knight-level soldiers and beaten to death. During the siege, they damaged at least three knight-level soldiers and more than a dozen entourage-level soldiers.

I rushed forward with my little arms and legs, but I didn’t get the credit, and I took my life first, and my life’s reputation was ruined.

Before he knew it, his pace slowed down, and soon a large number of figures ran over him, members of his squadron, his general, and then he heard the sharp whistles on the city walls.

After these days of offense and defense, he has basically figured out the meaning of the whistle, and each wave of short whistle represents a wave of arrows.

But this time the whistle was much longer than before, and the sound of the arrow breaking through the air was not right. This was definitely not the sound of the Bastille army's bow and arrow breaking through the air.

This time it is much lower and thick, which means that this wave of arrows is thicker and longer than military bows and bows, and the processing skills are not good, and the arrow shafts have not been polished.

The arrows that were thicker than military bows and arrows, Reard's thinking jumped back again, but his body had already formed an instinctive reaction and threw down the underside of a siege car that burned most of them.

Then the sounds of "chopping" and "puff puff" sounds in my ears. The former is the sound of breaking through the wooden shield, the latter is the sound of hitting the body, and then the howls are connected together.

"Looking for bunkers, looking for bunkers, each looking for bunkers, this is heavy arrows, this is heavy arrows, and double armor cannot be prevented."

"Arrowers, the archers fight back, suppress them, suppress them!"

"Suppress the bullshit. They are shooting upwards, and they can't see people at all. Moreover, the distance between arrows is wrong, and our archers have not yet entered the range."

"Don't be messy, don't be messy, keep the formation, rush, hurry up, and it will be safe to rush under the city wall. The opponent uses a large bow, which is only suitable for shooting upward and peacefully."

"Help, save me, I don't want to die yet, I don't want to die, I want to go home, I want to go home!"

"Fire, fire, help, help!"

The situation was chaotic, and the whole story was the scene of the destruction of the city gate garrison.

Andys' longbow revealed his hideous fangs again, and the ordinary heavy armor was like paper in front of the heavy arrows. While Old Borton was numbing Sean, Sean was also numbing the Bastille soldiers.

It is not known whether Old Bolton's paralysis has been successful. Sean's paralysis tactics have achieved results.

Many soldiers wearing double armor saw that the bows and arrows on the city walls did not pose a threat to them. For the convenience of raids, most of them carried siege tools.

Only a small number of people like Galder who are timid and afraid of death carry their shields without any trouble. As a result, it can be imagined that the first time they suffered heavy damage were these self-deprecating soldiers.

The rain of arrows did not last long, only for a short minute, but the number of arrows poured down was as many as tens of thousands.

Looking around, the surviving Bastille soldiers couldn't help but take a breath. In addition to the dead bodies and dead bodies, all the siege losses in the past few days were not as high as today.

The degree of tragedy is also incomparable. The heavy arrows that have just poured out are all rockets stained with tung oil. They not only ignited many siege equipment, but also shone the entire battlefield into daylight, but also turned many people into human-shaped torches.

It's fine if those who are dead, the key is those who are not dead, who are wailing wildly, wanting to seek help and put out the fire on their bodies. Anyone with a little knowledge of the battle formation knows that this is futile.

Not to mention that it cannot be extinguished, even if it is extinguished, there will be no help in severe burns. The fire poison in his body will take his life first.

The city was quiet, and the Bastille was like a monster, quietly lying in the dark night, waiting for them to come to their door. The Bastille soldiers hiding behind the bunker looked at each other, were they rushing or not?

If there were two more waves of such arrow rains, they would die before they could rush to the bottom of the city wall.

A bold person stretched his head to observe the situation on the city wall and couldn't help but take a breath: "There are all heavy armored soldiers, all heavy armored barbarians of the skull-breaker Mackey. The other party is not in trouble at all. We are trapped, we have no chance, no chance!"

"Erikson, I respect you as a man. I give you and your brothers a chance. As long as you surrender, I, McGee, use the dignity of the Skull Brokener, and will never hurt your lives! Your city lord Borton has fallen into our trap and has become a turtle in the jar, and there is no chance of turning over!"

The loud voice of the skull-breaker McGee was extremely loud in the night sky, "Even if you don't think about yourself, you should think about the thousands of brothers behind you. They are all families and careers. If they all die in battle, what will their parents and children do?"

There was a long silence under the city, with only the crackling sound of flames burning.
Chapter completed!