Piles of food and grass brought up flames to the sky, dyeing half of the quiet night sky red.

Porter Seth, the cunning general, looked at the thick smoke that covered the stars like a dark cloud, and was so angry that he almost clenched his teeth. At this moment, he finally realized the real targets that the enemies hiding in the dark wanted to raid.

"Yorkshire, Yorkshire is on fire!" Fenriel shouted, with an unconcealed panic in his eyes, "Uncle Potter, I think we should withdraw..."

"Shut up! Don't forget, Lord Fenriel, I have the final say here." General Red Fox said in a low voice, a terrifying anger revealed in his eyes.

A haze flashed in Fenrier's eyes, but the situation was stronger than others, so he had to shut up in disappointment.

As a famous general in the Principality, Porter certainly knew what kind of blow the fire in the rear would cause to the morale of the army, especially in such a dark night with a very poor vision. However, years of military literacy made him quickly judge that it was extremely stupid to return now.

Not to mention the chaos caused by the change of the Later Army to the Front Army. If that is true, what if Asrex's main force is ambushed nearby? In a normal encounter, Potter is sure to win, but in this case, he will definitely be beaten to throw away his armor and he cannot afford to take this risk.

Besides, Fina's magic bullet, which was as destructive as thunder from the sky, has never stopped until now.

Although the attack of an elemental division caused very little damage to an army of four thousand people, the accumulation of small amounts can also bring considerable damage.

After being trapped in luring the tiger away from the mountain, he rushed back to put out the fire without even a single confrontation. From beginning to end, he was killed or injured by Fina's magic bullets, and was kicked around like a broken ball. This was definitely not allowed by the dignity of the Red Fox.

He had to move forward, but at the same time, he had to kill the insects behind him that burned the grain warehouse.

"Send the order and tell the thousand-man captains of the defenders that if I can't see the heads of those insects hanging on the city gate at dawn, I will hang their heads all on the city gate!" The red fox roared at the commander beside him, no longer like an elegant fox, but rather like a hysterical coyote.

This order was truthfully conveyed to the ears of every officer of the Yorkshire garrison.

Immediately, Midi and his group felt the corresponding pressure.

"There are more and more enemies, and we have obviously avoided the main streets." Sigmund's brows became tighter and tighter.

"Has I been followed?" Lilian couldn't help but look back a few times, but under the quiet night, the Blue Fist Holy Envoy's gaze could not look far.

It is normal to have such concerns, because just crossing two streets, there are three encounters, and together, they have destroyed at least two hundred people. Although the record is not bad, it is meaningless to achieve the real goal.

"If you are really bitten by your tail, it will be more than this pressure." Midi replied lightly, looking at the road ahead without squinting any details, "Don't worry, the enemy is just going all out."

For the three people other than Midie, this was the first time they had really participated in the war and had shouldered important tasks, so it was natural to be nervous.

Fina, who is always confident and unyielding, won’t mention it. In fact, these two people have made no mistakes from beginning to end. To reach this level when they play for the first time, they are already the elite among the elites, and they deserve to be the core force of the future "Falcon Group".

However, Midi also knew that it was the adventurer who followed Fina that he needed to stabilize his emotions.

"The Red Flame Legion seems to be busy with defense and is not very familiar with Yorkshire itself. This is their blind spot and our opportunity. Maintaining the current state can achieve the goal." Midie continued to analyze in a calm tone, and the anxious emotions of the two people around him gradually calmed down in this sentence.

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned a corner and a building of Hei Kuikui entered his sight.

North District Granary.

The Red Flame Legion has obviously deployed troops. The garrison, which originally had only about one hundred people, has now joined with the first reinforcements to reach more than two hundred. And as time goes by, the number is still increasing.

For Midi and others who attacked at night, the longer the time delays, the more unfavorable it is.

However, the number is still within an acceptable range.

However, facing a large number of enemies who were swarming in, Midi did not step forward, but turned around, then gently patted Sigmund on the shoulder, and winked at Lilian. This time, Lilian, who had a sharp tongue, did not show any hostility in the end, but nodded seriously.

"Next, I'll leave it to you." In a simple sentence, Midie had disappeared from the other end of the street.

That's right, the North District Granary is not the battlefield of Midi.

The southern area is!

Taking down a granary does not mean that the difficulty of a surprise attack is not high, let alone General Red Fox has left the city. The key is, how many more can he continue to take down after the enemy is alarmed?

Based on Midi's observations and calculations on the number of Red Flame Legion, the carrying capacity, route, granary storage, etc., it was concluded that three granaries must be burned to force the Red Flame Legion to suspend the offensive. Otherwise, they could attack while strengthening the supply in the rear, and the war would not be delayed.

If you can't take three seats, Fina's adventure as bait, the sacrifices that fight along the way, and all the bold words will lose their meaning.

This raid must be won.

So, it must be faster, so fast that the other party cannot react!

Then hurry up, so fast that the other party can’t resist!

Therefore, Midi chose to divide his troops into two groups and set foot on the road to the third granary alone, which would be the battlefield that determines everything.

He is a reborn person, he changed his destiny, and he also brought this war. Therefore, he wants to win this victory with his own hands, his own ghosts and gods and the long sword in his hands.

Don't retreat, just advance!

On a quiet winter night, the cold wind, the city with fire, the sword reflecting light, and the slightly falling snowflakes, Midi moved forward on this battlefield of tyranny and gracefulness.

He glided silently in the shadow of the building and quietly shuttled through the dead corners of the light. The rebirth's experience and prediction fully played a role at this moment. Along the way, he did not encounter even a battle. And the sentries who unfortunately blocked the route of Midie's operation have all become the souls of the dead under the sword and the corpses that no one paid attention to in the dark alley.

The granary in the south area finally entered the field of vision.

Midi glanced at him and immediately saw the number and configuration of the defenders, three hundred-man teams.

But the black-haired boy didn't stop at all, and didn't even frown, and rushed directly, like a spinning arrow that had already left the string.

The black long sword in his hand that was suitable for stealthy night battle was instantly replaced by a cold light sword wandering with azure blue light.

There is nothing to hide. All we have to do is to break through to the end with the sharp swordsmanship!

The centurion in charge was stunned for a moment, and for a moment he thought it was a disbanded soldier, but immediately he realized that this was an enemy, and that it must be a stupid enemy who knew nothing about life and death.

The centurion sneered, raised his hand and shouted: "Kill him!"

"Kill!" The soldiers shouted in unison, then swung their arms like blades of windmills at an incredible speed. Dozens of axes roared and cut the air, and attacked Midi from countless directions with extremely accurate accuracy!

The first to take action was an elite axe throwing team.

This type of troops is another major feature of the Red Flame Legion. In mid-range battles, they have an overwhelming advantage. Even heavy knights dare not take it hard. Not to mention the damage caused by the axe to the armor, the heavy impact alone is enough to kill any enemy in seconds.

However, this does not include Midi, who has experience in second awakening.

Midi's expression was as calm as water, and a silver-white flame quietly flowed out from his pupils, which were originally as pure as the night sky.

As soon as the flames rose, the whistling axe threw suddenly stopped, as if it was hit by some invisible force. The metal surface, which was slightly hot due to friction with the air, was instantly covered with a thin layer of frost. The next moment, it hung in the air like solidification, and could not move at all.

A fire flashed in Midi's eyes, and a cold ghost energy surged with magic power surged in his left hand.

The axe that was stalled in the air suddenly flew backwards, like fragments of a snowball that exploded, bursting into all directions, smashing into the walls on both sides of the street without any accuracy.

Midie's lips opened slightly, and while running, he recited a slight spell.

Along with this spell, an invisible but powerful force surged. Wherever Midi's sword tip pointed, long lines filled with frost were dragged out from the air. In an instant, a huge magic circle was drawn on the ground, covering almost the entire axe-throwing team of 100 people.

The next moment, the lightsword in Midi's hand raised into the void, and countless sharp ice icicles suddenly rose up, piercing through the bodies of a large number of soldiers, freezing the rest and being unable to move at all.

Devil Crying Skill, Ice Formation!

The centurion of the axe-throwing soldier couldn't believe his eyes. The young man in front of him could not only use lightswords, but also use the Devil May Cry's ghost formation?

And it's so far away?

But Midi obviously would not give him time to continue to stare blankly. He accelerated instantly and dragged a afterimage behind him. The lightsaber in his hand pulled out a cold light in the air, combining the power of his body and the kinetic energy of forward rushing forward, and slashed down with an extremely cold suffocation!

There is no blood, no flesh, and no pain. Before the lightsword has been cut off, the centurion's entire body has been attacked by frost. Even the beating of the heart and the flow of blood are extremely difficult. How can it block the thunder attack driven by the power of Devil May Cry and the sword soul skills?

With just one sword, the centurion was shattered, and all that was left were countless ice chips scattered in the air and ice slags rolling around.

The left hand was surrounded by a grim ghost energy, and the right hand was holding the brilliant lightsaber tightly. The black-haired boy stood in the center of the snow and ice, like a sharp sword unsheathed, emitting a fighting spirit and fighting spirit all over his body.

More than thirty people have died, the rest are still struggling in the ice, and the centurion's body is broken into powder, not knowing where to fall.
Chapter completed!