(Thank you for the monthly passes of the three brothers, the low-key sacred cow, the drunk, and the Great Hidden Knife!)

"I don't understand, why are you following us?"

"Because I'm a knight!"

"But you're the only Leslie!"

"yes, so there's another reason why I have to act, isn't it?"

At night, a thousand light cavalry, with the help of the cover of night and bushes, approached the Hosente barracks on the other side of the river. For this operation, they approached the sentry post in Hoscent in the early hours of the morning.

Some time before the attack, Hoyle, who was the general of the raiding team, asked Nell questions. However, when Nell answered, the expression on Hoyle's face was wonderful, one of admiration and mixed feelings.

Perhaps from this moment on, Hoyle no longer saw him as an inconspicuous bastard, but as an indispensable member of the Leslie family, or his younger brother, who had been brutally murdered in the war.

"You're going to be an amazing knight. Hoyle concluded, "It's going to be a good Leslie, too! ”

"Thank you, you're also a very good knight, Brother Hoyle!"

"Haha, then keep an eye on me, a very good knight, and I'll protect you with my sword and shield anyway. ”

"Hmm?!I don't need to. ”

"No! because you're a Leslie, aren't you?"

Nell froze, and then, the corners of his lips curled slightly, and his fingers clenched together vigorously.

- I finally got his approval!

Nell's heart was overjoyed!

At this time, they heard the order from the commander in charge of the operation. The general, who was well-known in Lotent, whispered 'Ready to act' to the left and right, and then the two cavalrymen around him folded their hands to their lips in a cooing sound characteristic of the night owl.

"It's time to start!"

"Hmm!"

A thousand light cavalry received the order to rush out of the bushes like a whirlwind under the cover of night, each of them resolute and silent, but the collective action of a thousand men was only the slight tapping of horses' hooves and the sound of brushing through the trees.

At night, the group approached the military camp of Hosant like ghosts from the Nine Shadows.

The sentry post in the barracks quickly noticed the anomaly, and the shrill whistling and bells of the bell tower rang through the night. At this point, there was no point in hiding, and the general in charge of the command raised his hand and gave orders.

"All of them, projectile rockets!"

The hussars drew their bows from their quivers and set them on fire with flint. They didn't pursue the effect of a salvo, and the difference in proficiency allowed the rockets to be ejected into the depths of the barracks in a steady stream and unevenly.

Nell was also among them, and although the bow was a compulsory part of knightly training, he didn't put much effort into it. Coupled with his first participation in the night raid, his nervousness took him several opportunities to ignite the fire in his hand.

By the time he fired the fiery arrows, Hoyle beside him had already fired three shots, which made him somewhat ashamed.

"Well done, Nell!" Hoyle didn't mean to laugh at all, but patted him on the shoulder and cheered loudly, "It's our turn next!"

The three-minute fire made the sentry post unable to fight back after the sudden night attack, and the commander immediately ordered the knights to rush into the Hostant barracks. The raiding force was split in two, most of them still throwing fire arrows from the perimeter to put pressure on the barracks, while others stormed the barracks under the leadership of their commanders.

They worked together, and a part of the light cavalry threw the anchor hook on the wooden wall, using the strength of the war horses to make a hole in the wooden wall. Then the knights swarmed up and broke through the gap.

Nell's heart was about to jump out of his throat, and he followed Hoyle closely, mechanically brandishing his riding spear, and together with his fellow knights, stabbed the sentry guards who tried to resist into skewers.

The bells rang in the night, the sentry guards wailed in despair, the knights charged with shouts, and the hussars who followed them shot arrows of fire and took torches from their horses' bags and lit them.

"Don't fight! Everyone throws the torch in their hands and ignites everything that can be lit in front of them! Hurry up!

Having just pierced a Horsant soldier who was trying to resist, Nell, who was in excitement, stared at an enemy who was fleeing with his back not far away, but was woken up by Hoyle, who was not far away!

"Nell! Obey orders! You've been in military meetings too, don't forget what our purpose is!!"

Hoyle's slap on the head suddenly sobered up the excitement of the killing, and he nodded gratefully to Hoyle, wiped the blood from his face, and without hesitation, discarded the deformed riding gun, and pulled the torch from his horse's bag.

This time, the act of lighting the torch went unexpectedly well, and Nell followed the example of his knight brothers and threw the torch in his hand towards a tent.

Phew-bang!

The former is the sound of torches flying in the air, and the latter is the sound of the fire from the fire oil on the torch lighting the tent.

The flames burned in front of him, as if representing the endless fire of vengeance in Nell's heart.

He wanted to indulge himself, so he rushed into the barracks and killed himself. Revenge for his loving father, Herbert, for his family, for the warriors and people of Rosent, and for that period of darkness, despair and pessimism in the dungeon.

But in the end, he just stared deeply into the depths of the burning tent with his pupils reflecting the light of the fire, obeyed the commander's order, and began to retreat outside the tent in turn.

"Don't fall in love with war! Don't fall in love with war! The commander has an order, all of them have it, retreat immediately!"

"I'll be back!" said Nell, as if to Truman and Helrington in the depths of the camp, more like swearing to himself.

Then he took the reins and, together with Hoyle, followed his knight brothers out of the barracks.

The commander's order was accurate and timely, and shortly after they withdrew from the barracks, Hoyle's side responded forcefully. Some of the troops extinguished the fires and salvaged supplies, some of them sealed off the barracks and thoroughly investigated the damage, and the last part of the cavalry pursued them.

However, because of the commander's accurate orders, the gap between the barracks fire and the light cavalry regiments on both sides, they were unable to intercept the night attack light cavalry regiment.

"I'm worried that you'll kill the red eyes and rush to the depths of the barracks!"

As he waded along the shallows, Hoyle teased Nell. He didn't seem the slightest bit excited or nervous, as if such a fight was nothing more than a child's daily rambling for him.

And Nell was still excited, his left hand clutching the reins, and even his fingers stiffened from exerting too much force for too long.

- The gap between me and him is still very big! Not only in strength, but also in mentality!

Nell realized that he was overly nervous, and he didn't shy away from saying, "Actually, for a moment, I really thought like that. ”

"Haha! But you restrained, didn't you?" Hoyle patted Nell on the shoulder, "That's a good start." I've seen quite a few gifted knights die because of the excitement of going to battle for the first time, and you don't. So you can be proud, and I dare to assert that after this battle of the Tria, you will definitely grow into a good knight!"

"Is it that fast?"

"Of course!" Hoyle's expression turned serious, "you know, sometimes a boy only needs to go through one thing to grow into a man. ”

- Yes!

Nell thought, we've all experienced the same thing.