Time flies, and the time for the night attack is coming soon.

Depending on the weather, there may be a little snow tonight, and the real winter should be coming.

Perhaps in order to end the war here as soon as possible and avoid a duel in winter, the marshal organized a night attack, right?

Wei Ken hung up his sword and gently touched the small backpack behind his waist, where there were some emergency medicine, some water and food, and some small and practical items. These things can help you survive on the battlefield.

Tonight, the whole army is to set off. Looking at this scale, the number of participants in the battle is at least 5,000.

Weken could also see that in the depths of this team, there were many richly dressed and mysterious figures, and those should be the mage team. Hopefully, they will be able to suppress the enemy mages and provide fire support for those of them who are charging at the forefront.

In addition to spears and swords, he was equipped with a small piece of hand shield, which provided a lot of help to his opponent's archers.

Freud rode on his horse, looked in the direction of the regular army, and raised his sword: "Go!!"

The remaining two miscellaneous regiments take the lead, tasked with capturing and holding back the enemy's miscellaneous regiments, creating a critical terrain for the main forces behind them to charge.

The road of the night attack was on the outskirts of the stormy forest, and everyone was silent and cheered up, quickly and quietly crossing the forest shrouded in night.

"Wei Ken, do you think the enemy's resistance will be strong in tonight's night attack?" Lear was in the Chinese army and was in charge of the herald.

Weken was placed in the center of the army by Freud and followed Lear.

"I don't know. Weken shook his head.

The spear in his hand was a little cold, maybe because of the weather, and the red cotton cloth he wore was the last thing to protect himself from the cold besides leather armor, but even this could not completely isolate the cold.

There was no moonlight tonight, only a light drift of snow. This kind of weather is not the right time to attack. Regardless of the fact that the enemy has no way to see the situation in the dark forest, there is no way to see the enemy's situation clearly on his own side.

Both sides are blind and cannot see each other.

"It's so cold tonight, I knew I would have taken two sips of wine before coming out. Lear pursed his lips and whispered.

"Aren't we on a mission?" Weken nodded, though no one could see the expression on his face and subtle movements through the night.

Everyone is moving forward in the dark, cautiously following the dark shadow in front of them to avoid losing their goals and paths.

His teammates were beside him, and he was the only presence in the darkness that could give the Night Raider a little comfort.

But even so, it seems to be the darkness that will swallow people, and it is still too terrifying.

The shadow could be a tree, it could be an enemy.

"It's different, no one knows what's up in front of you. Warming up with a sip of wine is much better than this night when you can't see your fingers. Lear motioned for one of the soldiers next to him to follow, then turned back to Weken.

But Weken had already stepped forward many positions at this moment, and Lear looked at him as just an ordinary soldier.

The night was silent again, and everyone was picking up their pace.

The slight night breeze blows the snowflakes down, as if it were a sign of impending heavy snowfall.

"Everyone, hurry up!" shouted Floyd, who was about thirty meters away, "Get ready for battle!"

Wei Ken's face froze, and he clenched the spear in his hand.

It's very dark, maybe the enemy will find out that the other party is the enemy when he sticks to his face, right? Without a glimmer of light, how can we fight?

It's simple, just make it bright.

Set fires, throw petrol bombs, set the enemy camp on fire, and the surroundings will become extraordinarily bright. And in this dark night, they are the "fear of the unknown", and the enemies with lights in the camp are the prey.

"Ready—touch!" Freud led his soldiers beside him, taking advantage of the darkness of night, to slowly touch the enemy's camp.

There were two enemy camps, one for the allies and the other for their own consumption.

Weken followed. As a personal guard soldier of Vloyd, he had to charge at this time.

One step, quickly approaching the enemy's camp, keeping your posture as low as possible, allowing your figure to blend in with the night.

Just wait for the order to be given, and the whole army will attack.

......

On the southern front of the Vichy Empire, the western legion of the raiders of the Kingdom of Raldo, one of the peasant armies was mobilized.

The soldier clutched his chest and shivered under the camp gate. He was on duty tonight, and there were six other unlucky people with him. The seven of them were the eyes of this small military camp of nearly a hundred people, and they were to spend the night by their patrols.

The officer in charge? That guy had already gotten into the food tent and fell asleep with some charcoal fire.

Soldier B shrunk his head and ran to Soldier A: "It's really cold tonight, I really want to sleep in the warm tent." ”

Soldier A shrugged his shoulders and sighed, "But someone still has to be on duty." ”

"Come on, the officers are all asleep, and we miscellaneous soldiers are cold here. Soldier B spread his hands and tried to shrink behind the gate to find a sheltered place to rest for a while.

The night was long and unusually difficult.

"Okay, maybe the Rairdo Kingdom will call tonight?" Soldier A looked around and was relieved to see that there were no officers.

has been here for more than two months, and the army of the Kingdom of Riardo has never taken the initiative to attack, especially this piece of the Western Legion, which is leisurely enough.

"Don't look around, the officers have long been asleep. Soldier B glanced at Soldier A, then looked at Soldier C on the watchtower and asked, "You didn't see the enemy in the night, did you?"

"There are no ghosts of enemies anywhere. The soldiers on the watchtower were a little resentful.

Standing tall, he naturally froze fiercely, his face was already red from the cold, and he could only rely on his breath from time to time to get some warmth.

The officers would not have bothered to send a warm stove to a small soldier, they were eager to tie the stove to their bodies for the winter. Those guys, I don't know if they are Vichy, so afraid of the cold.

"Sneeze——!" Soldier A sneezed, "It's really cold tonight." I hope the war will end soon, I miss my wife. ”

Soldier B smiled: "Are you thinking about having another one?"

"Get out!"

The two laughed angrily.

The gate of this small barracks facing the forest, the air of joy is always so beautiful.

"I said, you kid should get married too......"

Buzz –

Before Soldier A could finish speaking, a small flying knife appeared on his throat.

In his eyes, there was nothing but confusion and confusion.

Maybe he didn't even understand where he killed this flying jet.

"Enemy attack ——!!!!" exclaimed the soldiers on the watchtower, and rang the bronze bell with tears in their eyes.

Kill ——!

Rumble!

The sound of enemy cries was accompanied by the sound of Molotov cocktails being thrown, and the sound of a rumbling bang.

Arson, burning, enemy charges, destined to dye this night blood-red.

......

Weken followed Lear and slashed open the curtain of a tent. Killing soldiers who had not yet had time to put on their armor and even sleepy eyes, Wei Ken entered the flock like a tiger.

All of them are enemies, and all of them must be killed.

The spear was stained with blood, and there was no sleep tonight.

The regular army behind them, charging and brandishing the butcher's knives they had purchased in their hands, was about to enter the regular army camp of the Vichy Empire.