Yun Zhe stared at the distant firelight, lost in thought.
The distance was too far to see exactly where the fire was, but Yun Zhe's intuition told him that the original plan was no longer viable and that this unexpected incident was very likely a fighter jet.
"Sylph, the plan has changed. We're going to attack their camp tonight!" Yun Zhe pulled Cyrus back as he was about to continue forward and whispered.
"Yun Zhe, are you sure?" Cyrus's eyes widened. He couldn't quite understand Yun Zhe's thoughts, or rather, he couldn't keep up with Yun Zhe's train of thought.
"There's a fire over there, don't you have any thoughts about it?"
“But, with a fire, the other side should be more cautious, and even if we rush there overnight, it will already be dawn by the time we get there,” Cyrus said, shaking his head as he looked at the dimming flames and estimated the distance.
"So we need to be quick! Early morning is when the enemy is most relaxed, and after a night of fighting, they will definitely be relaxed as well."
Cyrus became interested. He was curious about the basis of Yun Zhe's theory. He could understand that the early morning was the most relaxed time, but the second half of the sentence was a bit far-fetched, wasn't it?
"This fire must have been caused by an accident. If it was their own carelessness, then after the fire was extinguished, the other side would definitely strengthen their vigilance. But when they find that the garrison of Dorgnitzburg is indifferent, what will they think?"
Cyrus frowned. "Nothing to do tonight, let's get some sleep?"
"They will have doubts, but whether they will attack is unknown, but their attention will certainly be drawn to Dorgnitzburg, that's for sure."
“But what if we strike while things are in disarray?” Cyrus touched his nose; he was somewhat convinced.
“That’s perfectly normal. And given Philby’s cautious nature, this kind of attack is probably just for show, or to scare them. They won’t actually attack. So this will actually make the enemy relax.” Yun Zhe said, then climbed a tall tree and continued to look out.
“But what if we set the fire?” Cyrus continued, unable to imagine how the situation would unfold if it were one of their own.
"That would be perfect! The enemy would never expect that the people of Dorgnitzburg would attack twice in one night. And that idea is our opportunity!" Yun Zhe jumped down from the tree. "So no matter how you look at it, tonight's attack is the best opportunity! Waiting two more days might still be a good opportunity, but neither is as good as tonight's!"
Cyrus was persuaded again. Yun Zhe's words were reasonable and well-founded, and if he were the commander of the Lunlang family, he wouldn't have expected another attack after the first. Besides, even if it wasn't an attack, being suddenly called to put out a fire in the middle of the night would be a frustrating experience, wouldn't it? Under such circumstances, one's attention would indeed be drawn to the fortress of Dorgnitz in front of them.
"Done!" Cyrus slapped his fist. He was completely convinced by Yun Zhe's words. He seemed to see the dawn of victory and said with satisfaction.
Yun Zhe nodded, looking at the distant, vanished flames, and felt a surge of excitement within him.
"This is the battle that will make the Aruru mercenaries famous," Yun Zhe said confidently, looking at Cyrus, who was eager to try behind him.
Leon returned to camp, deeply saddened. Partly because his siege equipment had all burned, preventing him from launching a decisive attack that night. Partly, it was the death of his son, Adam. Although Adam wasn't his favorite son, he was still his own. His suicide remained a painful memory for Leon.
Of course, besides grief and sorrow, he felt even more anger and unease. This emotion wasn't directed at the garrison in Fort Dorgnitz across the street, but rather at his own family. Clearly, now that both sons were dead, the remaining child was the only one who could inherit his family business.
But did he really do this? If so, when did he become like this?
Leon couldn't sleep. He paced back and forth in his tent, his mood at its lowest point. After sighing for a long time, Leon forced himself to drink another pot of red wine, but found that he still couldn't fall asleep.
Unable to sleep, Leon had no choice but to leave his tent and chat with the soldiers on duty outside. They chatted until four or five in the morning, when Leon finally felt sleepy. Taking advantage of the soldiers changing shifts, he went back to his tent and lay down.
But what Leon didn't expect was that tonight was destined to be a sleepless night.
Leon had just fallen asleep when he heard an extremely tense commotion, followed by the clanging of metal, the sound of frantic running, and screams filled with fear: "Fire! Fire! Put it out!"
"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"
"The Aruru are attacking!!"
Leon sat bolt upright and saw someone lift the curtain on his tent. The noise outside grew clearer, and without thinking, Leon drew his longsword and slashed down, then he saw the brand-new soul beneath his blade.
His personal guard captain.
The guards at the door were so frightened by Leon's actions that they collapsed to the ground, unsure of what to say.
Leon felt another surge of emotions, but he couldn't care less about that now.
"Speak! What's going on!" Leon gripped his sword, his eyes wide with rage, exuding a chilling aura.
But his guards no longer needed to speak. Leon looked around; this time, the entire camp was engulfed in flames. Everywhere were soldiers running around in panic and others rolling on the ground, burned. The sounds of wind, fire, groans, and cries mingled together, creating a scene of hell before Leon's eyes. Suddenly, a burning horse galloped past him, but the wind fanned the flames, and the horse quickly collapsed and died in the fire.
A group of soldiers, still maintaining a decent formation, were assembled and ran to the camp gate to fend off the despicable attackers, the Aruru mercenaries.
But all of this was in vain; the flimsy formation was quickly torn apart by the mercenaries' spears. Those spears were so familiar; they were the standard-issue spears of the Royal Legion.
"My lord! My lord!" The guard finally stood up straight and shouted in Leon's ear, "My lord, run! They're coming!"
Leon was stunned for a moment before he realized what was happening. Looking at the young guard in front of him, he suddenly burst into tears and cried uncontrollably.
"My lord!" Seeing the Aruru people getting closer and closer, the guards disregarded everything else, called their brothers, grabbed Leon, and ran. The other guards and soldiers desperately followed behind them, trying to escape this hell on earth.
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