Chapter 148: Raid

"You... are really crazy!" Byron said gritting his teeth after a long time.

"Crazy? Do you think I'm taking risks?" Ashu Rufat suddenly burst into laughter. "It's a pity that I'm not taking risks at all in my opinion. Because I know everything about you. All your secrets... are under my eyes. I know you want to drag us down with a defensive approach. I know you will try to meet me before the war begins to reach a secret agreement. I even know... The spy you arranged for in the Eagle City to send you the secret letter every three days. Everything you know, I know. Where am I crazy?"

"Hmph." Byron let out a cold snorted, his hands trembling slightly, but his blue face slowly calmed down.

"You are not a soldier, because you lack an important factor in your nature, that is courage." Ashrufate said. "Even if you have overwhelming troops and even with good external conditions, you still dare not take the initiative to launch an offensive, but hope to build a battalion. You waste your time and energy on setting up traps to buy or kill me, but forget that what a general really needs to care about is his army and his enemies."

He chuckled. "Although you pretend to be calm, I will not guess wrong. A real general will never risk trying to build a solid camp in front of the enemy, but will first build a simple but effective camp, dig trenches, set up earthen walls and fences. Only after having this camp will he try to build another camp... This is the real way for a cautious general. You are not a cautious general, or your prudence is not the general's prudence. So I can It's very certain that you haven't arranged the preparations for sneak attacks. You won't even have the night guards, right?" He laughed again. "Actually, I've known for a long time that you are cunning, but your wisdom is not in the military, because if you are really an excellent commander, you won't use this precious time to strengthen your castle. What determines the outcome of this war is not a solid castle, but... a victory on the battlefield. For you, even the strong castle is just a stone coffin."

Byron did not answer. His expression returned to calm, but his arms twitched in a glance. Not only him, but the four followers behind him had already changed their faces.

"Ashu Rufate, if you serve me... think about how much we can achieve..." he said in a low voice.

"Will you do nothing well without anyone helping?" Ashu Rufate said disdainfully.

"Do you think you will win this battle?" Byron shouted angrily and looked at Ashu Rufate.

"Byron, the reason why you dare to do such things, even launch a coup and raise the anti-flagship is simply because you hold a good deck of cards in your hand." Ashu Rufat said coldly. "Do you think you can win at the gambling table if you have a good hand? Do you think I am a gambler like you? It's a pity that you are not on the same level as you. I don't have good cards on my face on the surface, but I can change my cards from the mountain of cards at any time, and I can slip out of my seat to look at your trump card at any time. As long as I want to win, I can even modify the rules of gambling at any time. If you want to win me, the only chance you are not to let me go to the gambling table. But as long as I go to the poker table and in front of me, you are just a clown!"

"Haha..." Byron's voice calmed down. However, those who are familiar with him know that his calmness is not real calm, but a special change that arises after the anger in his heart reaches a certain level. "Do you think you win? Do you really think you win?"

...

The little girl looked at the camp under her feet. At this time, it was already dawn and she could see the enemy camp under her feet. At this moment, she had sent generals to lead the troops, with people in the ranks, horses' mouths, and horses' hooves, all of them entered the battle position. Now, beside her, she was like a jungle wrapped in steel, facing the gate of the enemy camp.

In fact, this is not a camp. Because the entire camp has not been completed, it is full of holes and has no defensive effect at all. Even the most common trenches have only been dug a little and half, and the war horses can jump past. The entire camp is silent at this time, and Byron's soldiers are sleeping soundly because of yesterday's hard work. In the entire camp, there is only a horse sound from time to time to break the silence.

"Your Majesty, do you want to attack?" Baranka asked beside him.

The light that had just appeared in the sky shone on his armor, and the steel looked particularly cold at this time.

Looking at the enemy's camp below the hillside, the little girl suddenly felt an indescribable sadness in her heart. Now, the lives of millions of people are in her hands. With her order, the blood and corpses will be painted in a brand new color on this land.

The little girl took a deep breath, and the farewell words of Ashu Rufat still seemed to echo in her ears. "...You must be brave... For you, bravery is to defeat all the weakness and compassion in your heart! There is no need for these things on the battlefield. You must forget your gender, but remember that you are a general. If you feel backed down, if you find it difficult to order, then tell yourself that your enemies are traitors and rebels who are not worthy of any mercy! For Groni, for your throne, and for this country, you must do this!"

"I am the queen," she said to herself in a voice that she could only hear, but she could not be sure if the voices were spoken by a girl who was crying. "These are all traitors who do not deserve any mercy!"

She gritted her teeth and said to Baranka beside her. "Blow the trumpet! Attack! Eliminate those traitors!"

The deep and majestic horn sound broke the silence of dawn.

The camp was in turmoil in an instant, and it looked like an ant nest was suddenly poured with a cup of hot water. Countless villains were running around and calling out.

Then there was a sound of trumpets from all directions, as if responding to the first trumpet. The commotion in the camp became even more intense. At least the little girl could see small groups of soldiers rushing out of their camp without defense and looking at the enemy troops who were already on the hillside.

No army could remain calm in this situation, especially at this moment of crisis, when their general was not present, the matter became even more obvious. When the royal cavalry began to attack, Byron's army was completely in a state of panic and could not organize any resistance.

The little girl stood there, accompanied by a small group of officers, watching her army pressing over like a mountain collapse, instantly shattering all insignificant resistance. With repeated cavalry attacks, the rebels could not even gather a little. Their soldiers could not find the officers, and the cavalry could not find the horses. Rather than saying that this was a war, it was a ruthless massacre. The completely collapsed enemy trampled on each other, drove away from the camp, fled in the only direction without enemies, and slowly left her vision.

The roar of cannons came from afar. If she was not mistaken, her infantry, musketeers and cannons had already intercepted the enemy's defeated army.

Ashu Rufate told her what would happen next, but even if he didn't say it, she could guess what would happen. She heard the roar of cannons and a volley of muskets. The rest had no choice, and Ashu Rufate also said that they had no choice. This is the characteristic of the civil war - after the outcome of the war has been decided, few people will resist to the end.

When the light of dawn light shines on the corpses in the fields, Byron's army will no longer exist.

...

I don't know how Byron sent the secret code, but the next moment, he felt the disorder of the magic wind.

This is the effect of the Demon Breaking Scroll. This kind of thing can directly interfere with magic, making all efforts to extract the Magic Wind become futile. If there are enough Demon Breaking Scrolls, it can even cause the Magic Wind in a certain area to fall into a state of disorder for a long time, leaving all magicians to stand there and stare stupidly.

"You have a good calculation, but you have to die here even if you have to do it!" Byron roared angrily. Ashu Rufate jumped backwards, and at the same time shook the cloak on his body to cover his body. While he was doing this, he saw that several pistols were added in the hands of Byron's four minions as if they were magical.

Weapons are usually considered unsuitable for battlefields. The main reason is that they have short range and poor accuracy. However, within short distances, they are indeed the most easily carried, most easily hidden, and have sufficient lethality.

Although Ashu Rufat jumped out of the door, no matter how fast he was, he was not as fast as the pistol bullets. With a burst of gunfire, his body's leap lost balance. Although he jumped out of the door, he still fell to the ground.

"Hmph, I'm so loyal to die for that little girl!" Byron clearly saw that Ashu Rufate was shot. Musket, even a pistol, had good armor-breaking ability within the effective range, and the armor could not block bullets. However, his movement of using a cloak to cover his body was a bit strange. However, Byron didn't think so much at this time.

"A few swords to him," he ordered. But the next moment, Ashu Rufate jumped up from the ground and had already drawn his sword in his hand.

If he wanted to take this opportunity to kill Byron, he had obviously missed the opportunity. Byron had left the side, replaced by a man holding a revolver musket in his hands, not knowing where he came out.

The next moment, Ashu Rufate felt a shower of bullet baptism. He covered his upper body with his cloak. As he knew, the cloak could block the bullet itself, but could not eliminate the impact of the bullet. This wave of bullets made him unstable and stagger back. In this short time, several people holding revolver muskets appeared.

He had no chance. However, Ashu Rufate had long been enlightened at this point. Although Byron would not fight at all, this does not mean that Byron had no brains. His wisdom was just not focused on military affairs. When it comes to frame, bribery or even assassination, Byron's level must be above Ashu Rufate. Since he dared to meet Ashu Rufate, he must have been fully prepared. Even if it is not impossible, at least the possibility of assassinating him when he met. So he was not surprised at this situation at all.

He rushed outwards, blocking the cloak behind him, trying to further widen the distance from the musketeers. In his imagination, there should have been a group of people nearby - hundreds of knights holding revolver muskets. As long as he wraps his body with the cloak, he can withstand these bullets. It is not too difficult to break out of the crowd...

He stopped and then whispered a soft curse.
Chapter completed!