The engineer poured oil on the trebuchet, lit a fire, and slid down quickly along the rope tied to the boulder.

 “Go and catch them!”

Lance's face had been burned black, and his two thousand troops were in a mess in the burning camp. Many new heroes simply took advantage of the chaos to rob.

They managed to pull out more than a hundred people, and the Extraordinary Mad Dog Matt led a hundred axemen to outflank them along the river bank.

Mad Dog Matt saw those shameless engineering soldiers coming down the mountain from a distance, and thought that he must intercept them by the river.

Two flat-bottomed boats have been parked on the side of the hill near the river bank. The engineers descended from the mountain in groups and were hurriedly escaping to the boats.

 “Kill all the nobles’ lackeys!” Mad Dog Matt raised his arms and shouted, and all his men rushed towards him howling with red eyes.

Suddenly, a warrior wearing heavy armor and holding a halberd jumped out of the boat and charged at the oncoming rebels alone.

"kill him!"

Mad Dog Matt barked wildly. Before he finished speaking, the halberdier had already killed three people in a row. He held a terrifying weapon and roared in the wind. He broke swords and shields along the way. He was injured immediately after being brushed and died after being touched.

Most of the rebel swordsmen and axemen were not wearing armor, and they were killed with a single halberd before the weapons in their hands could reach the enemy.

“You dog, don’t be so arrogant!” Mad Dog Matt saw his men being massacred. He was furious and jumped over with two scimitars in his hand.

His body was agile, and some mysterious power suddenly activated, elongating his hands and feet, and he actually took on the posture of a monster like a mantis, advancing and retreating in an extremely weird way.

“Sequence 8 ‘Alien’ of the monster pathway?” The halberdier killed two more people and asked Matt coldly.

 “Exactly!” Matt connected the two scimitars with his hands and slashed at him like a shadow.

 “Bang!”

 The halberd and the long knife intersected, making a clear trill.

Mad Dog Matt’s inhuman legs kicked the ground, jumped up like an insect, and swept the halberdier’s chest with his blade like a phantom.

 In the midst of the sparks, the breastplate did not move at all. Instead, the halberd spun like a windmill, and the heavy iron ball smashed down head on.

 “Pong!”

There was just a muffled sound, and all the swordsmen and axemen present saw their leader's brain burst, and he stumbled to the ground. The halberd flipped between his arms and stabbed down at the door.

 …

“Lord Griffith is truly incomparable, and he is worthy of being Miss Larmore’s favorite...”

 “Shut up.” Griffith shouted coldly.

 Senamon, the engineer sergeant who led the team, quickly covered his mouth and quickly changed his compliments, "We have never had such a hearty bombardment. How many enemies did we destroy in the rebel camp? Eight hundred?"

"I think it's at least a thousand and five!" shouted the soldier on the side. "It's so exciting to see them running around with their heads in their hands! When can we do it again?"

 Griffith ignored them and stared at the river in the distance. The shelling just now was so effective that it lasted longer than originally planned, but the danger also increased exponentially.

He stared at the bend at the mouth of the river, where the rebel pursuers should appear. Although the flat-bottomed boats were highly adaptable, they were also extremely slow. The enemy could catch up quickly as long as they drove light boats.

 Fortunately, until they passed the mouth of the river, the rebel camp was busy putting out the fire and no pursuers were sent.

 After three consecutive attacks, the rebel organization has fallen into chaos.

 …

 When Griffith returned to Yambol Town, more people and supplies had gathered here.

　　The town officials who were still lazy and indifferent last night have become particularly hard-working, running around arranging meals and supplies. Fiona is supervising them, and the locals actually listen to her.

The girl was also very happy to see Griffith return victorious, and immediately explained the reason to him.

It turns out that when she broke through, Sonia asked everyone to sign a letter of authorization for her, requesting help from Beyeland on behalf of everyone trapped.

 After Fiona contacted Old Town, although she did not immediately receive the support of powerful supernatural beings and troops, all nearby forces were told to accept her command and dispatch.

Count Chalon, who was unable to come to the scene, made severe threats through various channels, and then made many promises, finally swaying the Verona forces in this area.

Local officials are arranging land transportation to Boulogne Ferry, where there are some villages and manors along the way. With limited boats and the river covered with debris trees, if a large army wants to launch an attack, it can only reach the east bank by land and then cross the river.

Go to Boulogne ferry.

 In addition, they actually collected a regular regiment squadron, and first gathered 50 soldiers from five squads.

They were part of the empty First Army of Verona. They originally wanted to go to Commander Maglius' tent to obey orders, but they were too slow to catch up. After the flash flood, the superior units of these reinforcements were not

To be swept away by the flood means to be blocked somewhere else, so that these troops cannot find their commander.

The inexperienced officials did not even find an officer in charge of Fiona. They directly led the noisy soldiers over and gathered them in the square in front of the town council to listen to the girl's orders.

 Fortunately, Griffith arrived in time. When he first saw these five teams of legionnaires, he immediately frowned and immediately understood why they fell behind.

These people are well-equipped with mail, spears, swords and shields, but their mental temperament is completely different from the legionnaires Griffith is familiar with. They stand crookedly in the square like a group of hooligans.

They are the local legion of Verona, replicas of the Eagle Banner of Bijerland in each region, and are managed and adjusted by the local nobles according to their customs.

Fiona saw these soldiers from a distance and always felt that something was wrong. But when she thought that these people could rescue Lana and the others, her mood brightened. She tried to calm down and thought about what she wanted to say next.

Then she walked towards the high platform in the center of the square. Paxiu, who was at a loss, followed her.

 Griffith watched her walk towards the legionnaires, like a little rabbit jumping to lecture a pack of big bad wolves. He hurriedly grabbed Fiona and pulled her back to the lounge.

 Fiona was startled when she realized that Griffith was holding her back and glared at him angrily.

“Fiona, have you ever taken any lessons in army formation and combat?”

“No, that’s a second grade course.” The girl answered honestly.

“Do you have any previous experience in commanding operations?”

 “Nope~”

"Then leave it to me," Griffith pounded his breastplate, "go to the town government and old town officials, ask them for more soldiers, and send me all the old town defense troops.

Take a guard with you when you go."

The courses and missions prepared for young nobles like Sonia and Fiona are completely different from those of Shutoral. Commanding battles and training soldiers do not require the hard work of high-ranking nobles. What they need to worry about is the recruitment of the army.

Organization, equipment and tactical research and development, and supply policy are the decision-makers of military and political affairs. Offices, parliaments, and balls are their battlefields.
Chapter completed!