You call this the god of etiquette?

Chapter 165 Bitter Fruit
"what?!"

Upon hearing the news brought back by the guards, Boyce froze in disbelief.

After a while, his face turned red, and he roughly grabbed the armored collar of the reporting guard:

"Can you say that again?!"

The guard who was tightly held by Boyce felt the sudden suffocation on his face and subconsciously wanted to break free.

But just as he raised his hands, he put them down again.

Just forced to bear it.

He could understand why Lord Boyce was so excited.

If he were in the other party's position, he would probably not be able to control his emotions.

"We, the troops ambushing in the rocky hills on the outskirts of the city."

"Destroyed by the enemy."

After struggling to repeat the information he had just reported, the guard's face became very ugly.

Just when he felt like he was going to die at Boyce's hands.

The hands that bound him like an iron clamp finally let go.

thump—

The messenger guard sat down weakly on the ground, breathing heavily under the stimulation of his survival instinct.

However, there was no joy at being saved on his face. Instead, he looked indescribably lost.

Just like everyone else on the battlements at the moment.

No one wants to believe such news.

"More than 50 teams laid an ambush in advance, including three Christian teams."

"Is that how you lost?"

Boyce muttered in disbelief, his heart pounding painfully.

He thought his arrangement was foolproof.

On the day we received the news from the sand people, we began to adjust the city defense deployment in a targeted manner.

The city lighting and the layout of sentries outside the city were also specially strengthened.

You know, all of this is based on a piece of information about a "sand people attack" that is not detailed or even vague.

It would be fine to say that he was too careless and did not pay attention to such a piece of news from the Tianping Church.

To be defeated by the sand people is to reap the consequences.

But in fact, he not only paid great attention to it, but also prepared for this news that had no beginning and no end day and night.

Eventually, he succeeded in foreseeing the enemy's approach enough to allow the guards to set up an ambush.

However, all preparations seemed extremely ridiculous at the moment.

Calculating mentally but not intentionally, it still failed.

The pain and anger grew like wildfire.

After a while, Boyce finally suppressed his emotions temporarily and returned to the state that a city defense chief should have.

He stared closely at the guard who was still slumped on the ground, unable to recover, and asked:
"what happened?!"

The guard stammered in reply:
"Your Majesty, according to Sir James's information, there are about 200 sand people in total, and their strength is generally above the fine bronze level."

"He also has the power to create sandstorms."

"Our troops were in chaos in the sandstorm, and then they were taken advantage of by the sand people!"

Boyce was stunned for a moment, then frowned.

Although he had heard about the general situation of the Sand People before, he had consulted Pastor Donahue of the Balance Church many times in the past few days and obtained a lot of information.

But fundamentally, the North is too far away from the Pustonian Desert.

The timeliness and accuracy of messages are greatly compromised.

Not to mention that "Talek" is still the northernmost point of the North.

Without Donahue's help, in just a few days, Boyce might not be able to get any effective information about the Sand People even if he asked the elders and wise men in the city.

Eric did provide some clues, but Boyce looked down upon him and doubted the authenticity of the information he provided. Secondly, Eric's security department was behind the Tarek. There is no power outside, and the information provided are scattered rumors.

Many even contradict themselves.

Even if Beuys wanted to believe and study, he couldn't start.Now it seems that the lack of information will lead to big losses!

If the news brought by James is accurate, then his arrangement can be said to be completely smart!

The strength of the sand people has generally reached the fine bronze level, and coupled with the "sandstorm" ability that presumably has little impact on the sand people themselves, the ambush team is completely like a sheep in a tiger's mouth.

What is the concept of two hundred fine bronze warriors? !

The entire "Talek" combined has less than a hundred refined bronze levels.

Moreover, Beuys had a vague understanding.

The sand people outside the city will definitely not only have bronze-level warriors.

The person who can lead such a team should at least be——

A powerful man of Huayin level!
Had he known this, Boyce would never have arranged any more ambush operations.

Fortunately now, part of "Talek"'s vitality has been ruined, and it will be a little more difficult to hold on.

Boyce really regretted his greed for perfection.

He hoped to deal with the enemy outside "Talek" and avoid the destruction of the city.

Unexpectedly, it plunged the city into a greater crisis.

Boyce wished he could run back to the Black Rite Temple right now and kneel in front of the statue to repent.

However, there were so many pairs of eyes around him, all waiting for his instructions.

He must not make another mistake again and again.

Taking a deep breath, Boyce asked the guard several questions:

"Where's James? Why did he ask you to report the news to me?"

"How many people will we withdraw this time?"

"And where is Watson?"

James was the second-highest ranking officer in the ambush.

He is the captain of the second brigade of the "Tarek" city guard, and his strength has reached the fine bronze level. This time he personally led a small team of believers to ambush.

Watson was the highest-ranking officer in this ambush operation. He was the captain of the first brigade of the city guard and led the remaining two cultist squads.

At the same time, he is also Boyce's right-hand man who has high hopes for him. He is considered to be very powerful in the fine bronze level of "Talek", and he was even given [Elegant Skull Crushing] by the gods.

It can be said that James and Watson are both important combat forces of "Talek".

However, after hearing Boyce's question, the guard who sent the message darkened.

Finally, he said hoarsely:

"Sir James' arm was broken and he lost too much blood. He has been carried to the clinic."

"As for Lord Watson."

"What happened to Watson?!"

The ominous premonition in Boyce's heart became more and more intense. He once again approached the guard, causing the poor and helpless guard on the ground to hold his hands and retreat.

Then, the guard tremblingly replied:
"According to the soldiers who escaped."

"Lord Watson was attacked by the enemy's leader."

"Beheaded!"

what? !

Boyce felt his heart twitching suddenly.

He beat his chest hard, forcing himself to calm down, and was about to ask more questions.

Sudden.

Another guard rushed onto the battlement:

"Report to Lord Boyce! There is a message from the watchtower!"

".Say!"

"The enemy did not advance."

"They camped at Rock Hill!"

(End of this chapter)