"The old fox is the old fox, and his sense of smell is so keen! What a pity, if they are roasted together, the entire Manyu army leader will be left to us." Skull-breaker McGee looked regretful.

"Be content, planning is based on people and doing things is based on heaven. If we can get what we are doing now, we will be lucky. If Christopher's old fox also goes into the city, we might find out the problem in advance. At that time, we have a big fire and we have not burned a single hair, so we will not talk about it for half a month, and we will throw a large treasure into it in vain."

These words were not comforting words, but Sean's truth. It was already an unexpected surprise to have such a great gain.

According to the original estimate, this fire could pit thousands of people in. Even if it was a great success, in Sean's opinion, this trap was not very clever. The enemy threw away an empty city without a shot. It was originally a very strange and abnormal thing, and there was a lot of valuable things inside, which was even more wrong.

Even some smart beasts would doubt whether there were traps. Although they had already hidden the wood in the city with their hearts, they were too large and time was in a hurry, and the level of hiding was really not worth mentioning. If you use a little snack, you will notice that there is something wrong with it.

With such a trap full of loopholes, there are so many people stepping into it. Should we say that the people in this world are stupid and naive, or are they blinded by profit, wealth covers their eyes and ignores danger.

"Those things are so valuable? They can't be eaten or used, and they are worth so many people going crazy?"

McGee touched his big head, full of doubts. He was increasingly unable to understand this complex world. People outside the mountain like gold, silver and treasures, and he could understand that he also liked those shining things.

But those so-called antique calligraphy and paintings are a bit confused. The calligraphy and painting classics are at least things that record knowledge. It is said that they record beautiful things. Although he doesn't think it is beautiful, at least it is understandable. However, antiques, ragged things, are given to him for free, and he still thinks it is in the way of putting them in the house.

"Those things are worthless in the eyes of those who do not know the goods. They are like you, but in the eyes of those who know the goods, they are worthless, such as those lords and nobles outside the mountain."

Sean smiled and said, "It depends on their own values. There is no need to worry about this. If you change your thinking, you can exchange a small piece of food for a warehouse of food. Do you think it is worth it?"

"Ah? You said it earlier!" McGee made a heavy blow, "Will we have burned so many things in one fire, have we suffered a huge loss?"

"Not as much as you imagined, only a small part of it is genuine, and the rest are all high-quality imitations we rush to work on. Just those local bullies, they are in a dark and lantern manner, and it is impossible to tell anything."

Sean had to sigh that people in this world are so fooling, and they can't even see high-quality imitations with such inferior workmanship. If they were replaced by high-imitations masters from previous lives, they wouldn't have fooled them into paupers. This also verified one thing again - it's really terrible to be uneducated.

"That's good, that's good, that's good!" McGee patted his chest.

"How many prisoners have captured?" Sean and the others did not do anything. They only arranged a sintering bomb trap at the west gate, facing the east gate of Andes Mountain. It was a big part and no burning objects were arranged.

The Manyu army led the nobles in Bastille and were finally rushed to this direction by the fire, and were catching turtles in the jars of the Eternal Night Legion and the Broken Skull Legion.

These people had been burned to death by the fire. As long as they could escape from the sea of ​​fire, the city walls would jump, and they would care about others, and there were many captured people.

The noble private troops burned to death in Bastille were far fewer than Christopher had imagined, and most of them became prisoners of the Eternal Night Legion.

"There are seven or eight thousand." The skull-breaker McGee said with a roar, "There are a lot of barons in it, and the biggest one is a hereditary Count. How big is the position of hereditary Count?"

"If it is an hereditary count with a false title, it is not worth much. At most, it is a little more money than an ordinary poor person. If it is an hereditary count with a real power, it is worth it. He has at least one county territory under his name."

"How big is a county territory?"

"It's not big, it's only one or two hundred kilometers away, half a small Jacob River channel. Let's put it this way, the self-redemption price is more popular in the Byron League, and a real-powered hereditary count has at least 100,000 Byron gold coins."

"So big? So much money? Is this one we caught with false titles or real power?"

"No, of course, it is real power. If you have a false title, how can you organize troops to conquer us? Anyone who can lead troops is real power. Not only the earl is valuable, but those viscounts and barons can sell them at a price, and they will also get at least 10,000 Byron gold coins."

McGee's eyes shone golden light, "These guys are simply made of gold. No, I went to see him in person, and those kids were all frivolous. If there was a little mistake, our losses would be great."

After saying that, McGee, the Skull Broken, ran away in a hurry, and even forgot about the matter he had found Sean.

"General's move is high." Relf took a thumbs up and exclaimed sincerely, "Who still mentions the murder of prisoners now? General McGee is the first to be anxious with him, but their family members are afraid that they will not pay so much ransom, right? Their family, especially the heirs, would like them to be buried in the fire? At that time, General McGee will be very disappointed!"

"If you use money to measure their value, your IQ is about the same level as McGee."

Sean glanced at him and said, "People's eyes should be kept long-term. After two or three years, we will put them back with a penny. What will happen to Manyu's military leader?"

"I understand." Relf understood at once, and raised his thumbs up again, and praised repeatedly: "This move is too high."

"So, take good care of them. This is our biggest gain this time. At least we can't let them die in the mountains. They will become a poisonous arrow in our hands. After being shot out, they can make the entire army leader feel pain for a while." Sean breathed a long sigh, "This war will not change much before the New Year. Let's proceed as planned!"

"No!" Relf Yingno was quite happy, but his heels did not move, and he said unwillingly: "General, we really want to retreat one hundred kilometers? The entire Jacob Ancient River Channel is not 300 kilometers, and it is really unwilling to give up one hundred kilometers in vain."

"So what if you are unwilling to give up? Are you really going to fight with the other party here? Not to mention whether you can win, even if you win, what's the point? All people are dead, what's the use of guarding a clearing?"

"I have analyzed this principle many times and thoroughly. This is a necessary strategic depth. What's more, we don't have so much manpower and material resources in our hands. We have such a large range of operations, even if we hold it in our hands, we will let it be deserted and have no meaning at all."

"When we have the ability and need it, we will get it back." Sean said earnestly, "You are the best brain among them. Why is it so troublesome to understand this principle?"

"It's not that I don't understand, but it's just a pity that so many places have finally been taken back. Now I've taken the initiative to discard it. Seven or eight villages have moved here, and I don't listen to our dissuasion at all. Let's retreat behind them now. Isn't this giving them to people outside the mountain for nothing?"

"How big is the bowl to serve as much rice." Sean's expression was indescribable. "Don't regard yourself as the savior of the Andes because of a little bit of merit. Our own lives have not been good yet, so how can we care about some irrelevant outsiders? If we have the same face, we are the same as us. Only when they suffer a lot can we know who is really good to them."

Sean had long heard of the treacherous people of Andes around the Bastille, but he had never seen them before, and this time he finally opened his eyes.

When the Eternal Night Legion fought and killed Bastille, they were nowhere to be seen. After the Eternal Night Legion took Bastille down, they ran faster than rabbits. In the blink of an eye, they occupied all the best farming areas of hundreds of kilometers of the ancient Jacob River.

If this is the case, it would be fine. Not only do they do this, but the most hateful thing is that Sean and the others are preparing to retreat strategically, vacancies hundreds of kilometers of land as a strategic buffer zone with the Manyu army leader. When they kindly sent someone to notify them, they actually thought it was a trap for the Eternal Night Legion to cheat their land.

There was a villager who was even more arrogant and beaten to death two Yongye soldiers who delivered the letter to death, hung them outside the village to demonstrate, and swear their sovereignty.

Faced with such a situation, even the best-tempered person was furious.

The day after the incident, Sean personally led his people to slaughter the village without leaving any chickens and dogs.

It doesn’t matter whether human nature is good or evil, it is a necessary means to continue to survive in the mountains.

If they don't do this, those foolish people will think that the Eternal Night Legion is easy to bully, and similar things will occur one after another. For the safety of the Eternal Night soldiers, they must show their worst side from the beginning, so that they can consider the consequences before provoking them.

It was also from this incident that Sean discovered that living his own life is completely different from being a leader in how he handles things.

At least the original style of being kind to others is not completely suitable.

Is McGee, the Skull Brokener, really born such a vicious person?

Not necessarily, at least during this period, Sean never saw him showing his cruel side. On the contrary, it is easier to talk to most of the time.

Viciousness may be a shell that is deliberately shaped to deter ignorant of the foolish people.

"I know what to do." Relf sighed in his heart. He was unbearable for his own sins. Even if he had the will, he could not help them.

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