The plainly dressed Wizard Reed stepped onto the muddy ground and walked into the rebel tent, looking around confusedly and sadly.

This place was originally full of elite warriors equipped with iron armor and swords, and their powerful and sharp eyes were as sharp as blades. However, almost all of these warriors were lost in yesterday's battle, leaving only a few leaders headed by Lance.

"Your Excellency Lance." The middle-aged man saluted slightly to the general in the center of the camp. Although his clothes were shabby and looked like a homeless man from Beyeland, his movements carried a mysterious and fearsome extraordinary temperament.

"Mr. Reed," Lance said with a bandage on his body and nodded with a somewhat dejected expression, "The camp in the north was broken, you know? What happened yesterday."

"Mosmok was also killed by the formation. The man in charge of the army was a knight named Griffith." Mr. Reed spread his hands, "I saw the soldiers who escaped from there."

"Griffith?" As soon as he finished speaking, a voice sounded from the corner of the camp, and everyone present got out of the way. Lanthanis, who had fought against Griffith, sat on a box lazily.

Wiping his long sword: "I have fought against him, and Cai's feet are picking at his feet. Mosmok is blessed with that sophisticated armor, how come he can't defeat him?"

Lance glanced at the Juggernaut, then turned his gaze back to Wizard Reed and asked:

"Your mentor should be satisfied, right? We have killed an extraordinary wizard, but we have also wasted precious time in this muddy area and paid the lives of so many heroes. If we continue to delay, the army will be in danger."

“This,” Wizard Reed sighed, “according to the plan, we need to capture one or two descendants of the great nobles and hand them over to my mentor, so that he can give us more blessings and information.”

"A blessing like Steel Rod Philo and Wall?" Fanfan Holland, who was also in the camp, shouted dissatisfied, "It's useless at all. He can't go three rounds against the noble's lackeys."

 Another wizard, Daruno, was now on the same camp as Reed and immediately said:

“They should be grateful and satisfied to be promoted from a bandit to an extraordinary person, without being crazy or mutated, and experiencing power they have never experienced before.

“If it hadn’t been for our Lord’s arrangement, the army would not have had the chance to pass through the blockade of the noble coalition, and you would still be eating grass in the mountains.

"Now, we have rushed into the core area of ​​Verona, which is almost defenseless. We have seized countless supplies, property and weapons. Hundreds of heroes join us every day, and the army is becoming more and more famous. All of this is thanks to our mentor.

Given."

Wizard Reed raised his right hand to stop Wizard Daruno from further speaking before others started to make a fuss:

"According to intelligence, Count Sindra, one of the main nobles of Verona, has organized an army composed of knights, city defense troops and garrison troops. They are coming from the north and will join the battlefield soon. Mr. Lance

You must be ready to lead the army to attack, right?"

“You mean, it looks like this?” Lance pointed to his injuries, “Lancenis, can you lead three thousand infantry to defeat the enemy in the north, and I will stay here to organize the new heroes.”

 “No problem!” Lancenis sat on the box and waved to everyone.

"Wait a minute," Wizard Reed said, "I think Lord Lanthanis should attack Baron Bethe's castle with all his strength and use those noble young masters and ladies to exchange for more support."

Lance shook his head: "This is not easy. Just now, more than a hundred city defense troops and militiamen, led by a knight, attacked the checkpoint near the ferry and killed dozens of people. I just sent more than two hundred soldiers

Go there and cut off the ferry.

"The officers and soldiers who attacked there are the forces that broke through the North Camp. They used waterways to attack us everywhere. If we just sit back and do nothing, a gap will be opened in the eastern encirclement of Beit Manor."

“It’s just a checkpoint, what does it matter?” Wizard Reed asked with a displeased look on his face.

Lance narrowed his eyes and glanced at Mr. Reed, his ferocious gaze more like a beast than a human being. Reed couldn't help but trembled when he was stared at by this gaze.

 Lance quickly looked away and explained in a calm tone:

 “It’s not a matter of checkpoints,

"The North Camp and the river bank checkpoints were severely damaged. If we don't take action, this army will open more gaps and even cause the collapse of the major battalions."

As he spoke, he raised his hands and clenched his fists: "The army is a whole, and it looks fierce. In fact, it is just like a little girl. If it is slightly stimulated, its whole body will suddenly twitch without warning.

“Although our army is large in number, the heroes come from all over the country and have not been properly trained, and the orders among the various units are not unified. Once the battle goes unfavorably, the whole army will be at risk of disintegration, just like what happened in the Beiying.

"We can't capture the baron's castle, and it doesn't matter if we can't capture the hostages. This war has dealt a heavy blow to the nobles and their lackeys, and strengthened the momentum and strength of the rebels. We can retreat to the mountainous areas where the nobles are weak, where and

The other rebel armies gathered together to accumulate strength and wait for the opportunity."

"No, no, we can't retreat!" Wizard Reed's teeth made a creaking sound, and he said again like a wild dog staring at his prey, "Can't Lord Lanthanis go to the castle once? Come here with extraordinary dignity,

The heirs of the nobles there must be no match."

Lancenis shrugged his shoulders in boredom, not interested in such a plan at all: "Tsk, do you think I'm stupid for not knowing about conflicting attributes? Lord Lance can snipe and kill an extraordinary wizard, how can the little bastards in the castle

Can't you use magic to trap me?

“I am not a law-breaker. If I fall into a trap, everything will be over.

 “You go ahead! I’ll cooperate.”

Lance, who was wearing heavy armor, chuckled, opened his mouth full of jagged teeth and said:

“The noble lord’s reinforcements will soon be surrounded from all sides. According to me, the families of those young people are far away in Beyeland. The purpose of using them as bait to attract the officers and soldiers to fight with us has been achieved, and there is no need to continue taking risks.

“We need to gather more troops,

“A group of veterans of the Verona Auxiliary Legion have joined our ranks, and they have deep grudges.

“Although the North Camp is under attack, the location of the South Camp is more important. If we hold it there, we will have a way out to gallop across the Verona Plains full of farms. I will go there to defend and reorganize the army.

“Lancenis, take some veterans and three thousand heroes to defeat the reinforcements coming from the north.

"As for this camp and Baron Bethe's castle, don't worry, Mr. Reed, I will leave this west camp and the nearby 1,200 troops, plus the 500 people left in the north camp, to you.

You and Wizard Daruno can make their own decisions. I will send people to support you after I organize the new army."

 …

Lance ignored the fierce opposition of the wizards, left the rebels' west camp, and took a group of soldiers to the south camp by the Vero River.

This camp is located on the hillside of a small hill. It was originally a position used to confront Commander Maglius. After the opponent was washed away by the flood, it became a peninsula guarding land routes and rivers.

When Lance arrived at the camp, the more than 2,000 soldiers gathered here were in a mess, with neither martial law nor fighting.

“What are you doing? Why are you all gathering together to watch?” Lance yelled, hitting the soldiers he met with the back of his knife.

“Sir, three ships of soldiers from the nobles passed by here not long ago and attacked a northern outpost. They killed dozens of brothers and left.”

 “I know this, what else is there?”

“Another group of people took two boats and set up two trebuchets on the other side of the river!” a leader reported to Lance.

 They want to bombard us from such a distance?! Lance was surprised at first, but when he thought about it carefully, it was impossible for the range to cover the rebel camp from the other side of the river, so there was no threat at all.

 However, Lance still said cautiously: "Send a few ships over and kill them."

"People have been arranged to go, but they also ran away," the leader responded. "Before you arrived, they fired several rounds at us, and the fireballs were thrown on the hilltop next to us."

"oh?"

Lance hurriedly looked up to the top of the nearby mountain. To the east of the South Camp, there was a small hill with bursts of smoke and fire. That hilltop was still quite far away from the South Camp. It was very difficult to get up and down, and the army could not reach it.

If you camp there, the fire will not spread to the camp.

 “When did this happen?” Lance asked.

“An hour ago, that’s when we heard about the attack on the outpost.”

  Stupid noble lackey... Lance felt relieved. The trebuchets on the other side also stopped firing at this time. It seemed that the officers and soldiers on the opposite side also realized that the distance was not enough and had given up this stupid plan.

 If you want to bombard the camp with firepower, you must transport the trebuchet across the river and set it up on the bank. But what if it is transported over? With the rebels' superior strength, a charge can solve it.

Perhaps the government army will send elite soldiers to cover the trebuchet when it reaches the river bank. That would be better. The second-level squad leader who killed Mosmok should come.

 Lance was relieved and called the leaders over, asking them to gather the newly joined heroes and prepare for inspection and training.

Suddenly, he seemed to see some shadow moving on the top of the mountain not far away. The trees on the top of the mountain that had just been set alight had been burned, leaving behind black traces.

 In the remaining thick smoke, there seemed to be a huge outline flashing past.

An ominous premonition flashed through Lance's heart, and he immediately shouted: "Take someone to the top of the mountain to have a look! Immediately!"

The strong wind blew away the smoke from the top of the mountain, and two trebuchets suddenly appeared above the bandits' heads.

Before Lance could give the order, a trebuchet had already thrown a burning fireball towards the place.

 “Shelling!”

 “Hidden!”

The fireball dragged a long trail of thick smoke across the dark sky, hit a camp, and opened a wall of fire in the camp. The flying debris and flames ignited nearby houses and rebels, and screams could be heard one after another.

.

 “Quick! Go kill those trebuchets!” Lance shouted. Before he finished speaking, the second fireball had already risen into the sky.

 …

 “Well, how shameless!” Senamon praised sincerely as he looked down at the chaotic rebel camp and the rolling fireballs in the distance.

At the same time as Griffith launched the offensive, a small number of engineering squadrons were already preparing to attack the rebel southern camp according to his plan. However, they did not attack directly. Instead, according to the instructions, they first bombarded the woods and shrubs on the top of nearby mountains, burning out

In a small open space, while the rebels focused their attention on the battle to the north and the trebuchets on the shore, Senamon led his men to sneak up to the top of the burning mountain top, completed the deployment of two light trebuchets, and then

Throw incendiary bombs at the rebels down the mountain.

This hilltop used as an artillery position is still some distance from the South Camp, but due to the height difference, the trebuchet's range is also increased.

In just ten minutes, the continuous fireballs turned the rebel camp upside down. In order to maintain the terrain, the place where they camped was not large, and the newly collected recruits and supplies were crowded together, and the fireballs almost

The bullets are flawless.

However, the engineers could not bring much kerosene and stone bullets, and the materials and mechanical structure of the trebuchet could not support long-term shooting. After a quarter of an hour of shooting, it became difficult to do anything.

Followed.
To be continued...