The Origin of Arcane

　　Gold is one of the clever men. Nearly two decades of career as a soldier has long since turned him from a recruit to a veteran, and then from a veteran to a complete soldier.

　　 In terms of combat effectiveness, he is the bottom line. In terms of life-saving ability, he is called second in the entire Bastille. No one dares to call first. He himself is not ashamed of it, but proud of it.

　　 Gould has been probing his head, but his focus is not on the bottom of the Bastille, but behind him.

　　 "Captain, is there any new discovery?" The captain pulled a long note, with a strong ridicule, obviously not a respect.

Gould was still a big soldier all his life. He didn't even become a corps leader, let alone a captain. The key is that every time he escapes, he rushes to the front, followed by a string of soldiers, so he has The escape captain joked.

　　Soldier oil like Gould, whose two-skinned face is his most distinctive feature, directly ignored the mockery in the opponent's words, and asked in a low voice: "Did you not notice something wrong?"

"Ha, don't show off here. They are all brothers who are bathing in the river. We all know the birthmark on your ass. We are all learned and honest. You are not allowed to engage in moths, Lord Lord I've been on the fire recently. If you hit the knife, don't blame us for being ruthless." This obviously doesn't catch Gould.

　　 "Why is this wrong? Let's listen?" But there are also people who are very interested in Gould, their squadron leader is one of them.

　　 has always been able to escape on the battlefield, and he has been dealing with Gould for some time, knowing that every time the opponent turns a good luck, not only does it run fast, but also his keen observation is also indispensable.

　　 several times by relying on this opponent to lead his squadron to escape.

"Usually at this time, we should retire with the gong. If we continue to fight, it will not be of any use except for consuming the lives and physical strength of the brothers. Even if our city lord is confused, we won't even know this." During the war, Gould was obviously full of resentment.

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

　　 Even if he has been accustomed to sloppy days, but such a sloppy mess, he can't stand it anymore, even if he is directed, this battle won't be so awkward.

　　 "Stop talking nonsense, and cut your tongue carefully." Although the squadron captain appreciates a certain aspect of Gould's special ability, it does not mean that he can tolerate him to comment on himself.

Slightly careless, the entire squadron was unlucky, but Gould’s problem fell to his heart. The current situation is indeed a bit abnormal. He must be careful. He is not only responsible for his own life, but also the following. The life and death of the number ten.

　　 "Did you hear anything?" Gould not only ran fast, but his eyesight and hearing were equally superhuman.

　　 "It does seem to hear something, it seems to be coming from the city!"

　　 "Fire, look, there is a fire, there is a mess in the city, it is definitely a mess in the city."

　　 "Kill! Kill! Kill!"

　　 "Mckey the Skullcrasher alive!"

　　 "The city is broken! Run away! The city is broken!"

　　 All kinds of chaotic shouts can be faintly heard across the city wall. The most important thing is that the fire is so conspicuous in the dark night, it is difficult to not see it.

　　 "It's the Neiburg, it's the Neiburg that caught fire, are they fighting inside?"

　　 "It is also possible that our reinforcements are here."

　　 "Where are the reinforcements? The nearest barracks are also more than 300 miles away. How can it be so fast? Even if there are reinforcements, are you sure they are here to help us?"

　　 "It's the city lord, the lord of the city must have attacked." Gould slapped his thigh heavily.

　　 "The secret way, it must be the secret way. I've heard people say that those noble lords are timid and fearful of death. When building a castle, they will definitely leave a secret way for themselves."

　　 "Our city lord is famous for being cautious. It is impossible not to escape the secret tunnel. We must take advantage of our ability to attract fire here, and then lead people through the secret tunnel to successfully attack."

"You think, although we have been attacking continuously these two days, we only send two guards each time. This is not enough to cover a wall. It is impossible to attack. If the Lord of the city had long wanted to use the secret path , It makes sense, we are simply bluffing pawns."

　　 "In that case, what are you waiting for, rush, as long as we take advantage of the situation and rush in, we won't be able to get the first effort, and we can't run the second time." The squadron leader said excitedly.

　　 "Wait!" Gould drew his **** squadron captain back.

"Wait a minute, if the city lord’s sneak attack is successful, our main force will not be silent. The safest way is to act with the large forces, otherwise... Chong, brothers, don’t hide it. The city is broken right now."

　　 Gould dropped the squadron leader like a chicken blood, and rushed out of the bunker first.

He arched his waist, holding a wooden shield, and rushed towards the Bastille, because a fire dragon ignited in the direction of his own camp. It was his general Eriksson who was in charge. This in disguise proved the correctness of his guess and the opportunity to perform meritorious service. It's close in front, how not excited.

But after not running a few steps, Gould regretted it. The Andis mountain people on the wall were not good, especially the skullcrusher McGee, who were originally terrifying humanoid monsters. Enter, the armor that the sword can't penetrate is simply a bone that can't be gnawed.

So far, the only barbarian warrior they have killed is by two knight-level soldiers working together to lift down the city wall and besieged to death. During the siege, they damaged at least three knight-level soldiers and a dozen others. Rebel class soldier.

　　 I rushed up with my little arms and legs, but I didn't get the credit, so my own life went in first and my fame was ruined.

　　 Unknowingly, his steps slowed down, and soon a large number of figures ran past him, members of his squadron, his general, and then he heard the sharp whistles on the wall.

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

　　 It’s just that this time the whistle is much longer than before, and the sound of arrows breaking through the air is not right. This is definitely not the sound of the Bastille’s bow and arrow breaking through the air.

　　 This time it is a lot thicker and rough, which means that this wave of arrows is thicker and longer than military bows, and the processing skills are not good, and the arrow shafts are not polished.

　　 With arrows that are thicker and longer than military bows and arrows, Reid's mind jumped back again, but his body had already formed an instinctive reaction, and fell under a siege vehicle that burned more than half of it.

　　 Then all the sounds in my ears are "chop chop" and "puff puff". The former is the sound of penetrating the wooden shield, and the latter is the sound of hitting the flesh, and then the screams become a piece.

　　 "Looking for cover, looking for cover, each looking for cover, this is a heavy arrow, this is an armor-piercing heavy arrow, and double armor can't help it."

　　 "The archer, the archer fights back, suppress them, suppress them!"

　　 "Squeeze a fart. People are shooting from upside down. You can't see people at all, and the arrow is not at the right distance. Our archer has not yet entered the range."

　　 "Don't mess, don't mess, keep the formation, rush, rush quickly, rush to the bottom of the city wall to be safe, the opponent uses a long bow, only suitable for upside and flat shooting."

　　 "Help, help 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 chaos turned into a pot of gruel, and the whole scene was the reappearance of the collapse of the city gate defense army.

　　 Andis's longbow once again showed its squalid fangs, and ordinary heavy armor was like paper in front of the heavy arrow. While Old Bolton was paralyzing Shaun, Shaun might not paralyze the Bastille soldiers.

　　 Whether old Bolton's paralysis is successful or not is unknown, but Sean's paralysis tactics have already seen results.

　　Many soldiers in double armor saw that the bows and arrows on the 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 who are timid and afraid of death like Gould carried their shields with them without the trouble. As a result, it is conceivable that these self-righteous soldiers were hit hard in the first place.

　　 Arrow rain did not last for a long time, only one 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 breathe in the air, not only the dead body but also the dead body, all the damages from the siege war in the past few days were added together ~www.readwn.com~ and not as many as today.

　　 The severity of the tragedy is also different. The heavy arrows that have just poured out are all rockets soaked in tung oil, which not only ignites many siege equipment and illuminates the entire battlefield into daylight, but also turns many people into human-shaped torches.

　　 It’s nothing more than dead. The key is those who are not dead, wailing frantically, wanting to ask for help, put out the fire, and everyone with a little knowledge of battle knows that this is futile.

　　 Not to mention that it is not extinguished, even if it is extinguished, severe burns will not be saved, the fire poison in his body will kill him first.

　　 The head of the city was quiet, and the Bastille was like a monster, hibernating in the dark quietly, waiting for them to be delivered by themselves. The Bastille soldiers hiding behind the bunker looked at each other. Are they rushing or not?

　　 If there are two more waves of this kind of arrow rain, people will die before they rush under the wall.

I had the courage to stretch my head to observe the situation at the top of the city, and couldn't help but breathe in a cold breath: "All heavy armored soldiers, all heavy armored barbarians of Skullcrusher McGee, the opponent is in no trouble at all. Now, we have no chance, no chance!"

"Eriksson, I respect you as a man and give you and your brothers a chance. As long as you surrender, I, McGee, will use the dignity of the Skullcrusher to ensure that you will never hurt your lives! Your city lord Bolton has already won our plan to attract the emperor into the urn, and has become the king in the urn, without any chance of turning over!"

McGee the Skullcrusher’s loud voice was unusually loud in the night sky, “Even if you don’t think about yourself, you have to think about the thousands of brothers behind you. They are all people with families and careers. If they all fight What about their parents and children when they die?"

　　 There was a long silence under the city, only the crackling sound of flame burning.