Chapter 810 An uneasy night

"Boom...bang...sque..."

About an hour later, a shell exploded in the camp, but before the Milan army sentries understood, a light flashed outside, and the bullets knocked the sentry under the torch down the sentry. The last sound was the sound of rockets soaring into the sky. Sometimes, the Song Dynasty Yulin Army used this thing as a signal flare.

"Dangdangdang..."

The people in the camp called the police by ringing everything they could shout. The fire in the camp just now was wiped out, and the soldiers who could go back to the tent to rest came out of the tent, ran desperately with their weapons to gather to resist the attacking enemy troops.

However, the night outside the camp was as calm as ever, with nothing except the night wind passing through the plains, which made the flags make a "bangla" sound. Instead, the bright stars in the sky made the entire camp ignite torches, and they were sleepwalking like a group of fools holding swords and guns.

After watching for a long time and waiting for a long time, there was nothing outside the camp. The helpless Bishop Francis waved to his subordinates, knowing that it was the enemy who was tampering with him.

"Forget it, go to bed. The military doctors need to treat the injured, and the others have dispersed and go back to sleep."

Following his orders, the soldiers walked towards their tents. The iron armor on their bodies was as cold as water in the night wind. It was not easy to fall asleep when they lay down wearing this thing. However, the warmth in the tent and the sleepiness of the march finally closed their eyes.

However, Bishop Francis had nothing to sleep. He lived in the camp of tens of thousands of troops and slept soundly. On the soft and warm bed, he soon fell asleep due to the fatigue caused by the day of marching.

"Boom..."

The violent explosion woke Bishop Francis again. He sat on the bed, listening to the sounds outside in a daze. He cursed those who interrupted his good dreams in his heart, hoping that they would all be punished by God.

"You are punished by God, these damn pagan devils!... Oh, God, they are just tampering with us. Sentinels, don't be nervous anymore!"

After waiting for a while, there was no other sound. The most important thing was that the alarm bell did not sound, which made him feel relieved and put his head on the pillow with confidence.

But before the pillow was pressed against his head, the explosion sounded immediately. This time, not only the explosion was explosion, but also rhythmic, about 4 seconds each. And this time, the "bang" sound accompanied by flashing lights was particularly dense.

Bishop Francis listened to the sound of running outside, shouting, bells, explosions and gunshots that ran continuously, all in a mess.

"God, have they stopped tacting and launched a real attack!"

Bishop Francis gritted his teeth, but as the commander of the entire army, he had to stand up. He pulled his cloak over his shoulders, and before he even put on his shoes, he rushed out of the tent.

This time, the explosion in the camp was indeed constantly roaring, and fire was rising from some tents and other flammable things. However, just a glance, Bishop Francis felt something different, and he hurriedly raised his head.

In the sky, all the bright stars had lost their traces. In the sky, a bright star floating above the camp was emitting light like the sun.

"Oh, my God, did the demon turn night into day?"

While murmuring from his mouth, he quickly drew a cross in his hand. Even when he lowered his head, he found that the soldiers bathed in the bright light were happening in panic. The soldiers holding their weapons looked at the sky in surprise, and even did not help the explosions that occurred from time to time and the people injured by the explosion. They let them scream helplessly.

"Biography, Master Bishop, what should we do, what should we do?"

The officers riding on horseback and dressed in fine Milan armor ran to Bishop Francis, as if this was the only way to resist the evil brought by the light in the sky. Bishop Francis heard panic from the voices of these officers, and he could even feel the morale of the soldiers collapsed.

He turned his eyes and Bishop Francis knew that he had to think of a solution, otherwise his morale would probably collapse completely soon. Bishop Francis knew that such incomprehensible things could easily cause panic and cause people to fall into complete hysteria.

"Let everyone be careful and find something to cover themselves. I worry that bloody rain will fall in the sky for a while. This is a common trick used by demons. Everyone must be careful! I will pray now, and I want to believe that we can avoid the next disaster."

Listening to Bishop Francis's prayer words made the officers feel somewhat relieved. They turned around separately, told the news, and tried to calm them down.

At this time, outside the camp of the Milan Crusaders, a gunner on a crossbow finally shot out their shells. The gunners, whose legs were already weak, stopped, opened their armor, and wiped the sweat from their faces.

"Sir, can we retreat?"

The commander in the musket who led this operation was a commander in the musket. He was under his command, consisting of 1 team of Yulin Army, 1 team of musketeers, and 1 crossbow. Just Zi's strike power was already powerful enough.

At this moment, he was in charge of command, sitting bored next to the ammunition truck, where there was a line incense for timekeeping. The officer was very happy because he had tortured the people in the camp twice according to two hours. I believe that after this artillery fire, the people in the camp will basically be dawn after extinguishing the fire. In this state, it would be very fast to be able to reach the river at noon today.

"I think it's almost done!"

As he said that, he put down his telescope, the captain took out a signal flare from his body. One end was facing the sky, and then pulled the fuse. A green one would bloom in the sky. The bright feeling, and even the lights of the "battlefield lighting system" floating in the air, could not be blocked.

If you look at it from his direction, you will find that the so-called "battlefield lighting system" is only about a few dozen meters high at this moment, and it is only illuminating the place in the military camp.

About an hour later, the gathering of scramblers arrived at the edge of the pontoon bridge, where there was a team of musketeers waiting for them.

After contacting with the light signal, the person who performed the task came to them.
Chapter completed!