The sun is setting in the west, and there is a busy scene inside and outside Tarburg.

Since Art and Baron Jeffrey reached an agreement to withdraw and surrender, Baron Jeffrey began to order the withdrawal of the camp to make way.

He had already spent too much time and energy in front of Talburg, and the military orders from Tebulon were constantly urging him to go west or north, and he was certainly confident that he would take Talfort in one fell swoop in the attack a few days later, but Jeffrey, who was a rat thrower, was worried that the shameless man in Talfort would poison his only son, and that forcibly taking Talfort would indeed cost him a lot of valuable soldiers, and even if he captured Talfort, he would only get a ruin. Since the guy in the fort knew that he would be defeated and was willing to abandon the city and flee, of course Baron Jeffrey would not refuse his terms of surrender, and he would definitely double down on the money and materials taken by those guys from Glarus.

At this time, a small number of soldiers under Baron Jeffrey and most of the peasant soldiers and craftsmen had retreated five miles to the temporary camp with siege equipment and a large number of supplies, while he himself personally led all the cavalry (knights) and the main force of soldiers to stay outside the fort to continue to monitor the defenders in the fort, and he was also worried that the defenders in the fort would suddenly send troops to attack and kill his army while he was retreating.

According to the news obtained from Mrs. Jeffrey who came out of Talburg, although there were still soldiers stationed on the outer wall of Talburg, the people in Talfort were indeed packing up their supplies and preparing to evacuate, which made Baron Jeffrey feel a lot more relieved.

It was getting late, and after almost certain that there would be no movement in Talburg, Baron Jeffrey left a few sentries to continue to monitor Talfort, and then slowly and leisurely led the bulk of his army to the makeshift camp ten miles to the east.

Tomorrow at noon, Baron Jeffrey's army will come to receive a full Tar Fort......

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In the arrow tower on the outer wall of the fort, Art, who had been observing the fort for an afternoon, saw that it was getting late, most of the enemy army was retreating, and the opportunity to put the conspiracy plan into action had come. He immediately turned and descended the outer wall, and came to the seventeen officers and soldiers standing neatly at the base of the back wall.

"Bass, Kazak, ready to act, Angus they have found the enemy temporary camp, we will make a detour to the enemy camp. We must rush to the enemy camp as fast as we can, ahead of most of the enemy forces. ”

"Remember, our first goal is to burn the enemy's siege equipment and kill as many craftsmen as possible in the enemy camp, but the two craftsmen who are in charge of making the siege equipment are to be left behind for me, followed by burning the grain and grass and killing and wounding the enemy soldiers. Remember, no one is to fight without my orders, and after a successful sneak attack, return the same way back to Tarburg, where Otto and Batu will meet us. ”

"Understood?"

"Understood!" The crowd replied in unison.

"Let's go!"

At the sound of the order, more than a dozen elite soldiers wearing armor inside, black robes and cloaks outside, white stripes tied to their left arms, broadswords, battle axes and hammers hanging from their waists, and fire oil clay pots tied to their backs climbed up the back wall, slid down the fortress wall along the ropes, and disappeared into the endless night and dense forest......

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After traveling half a mile east in the dark along the north side of the ridge, the group involved in the night attack met Angus, who was waiting here.

"Sergeant Major, how's it going?" Art asked Angus the most pressing question directly.

"Lord Arte, the enemy camp is set up in a small hill by the side of the road about five miles to the east, they have not built a camp, and the camp is mostly made up of labored farmers and craftsmen, only a dozen soldiers, and the trebuchets, the rams, and the wooden ladders are in the camp. Ron and the three of them were still covertly watching outside the enemy camp. Angus answered Art's question succinctly and clearly.

"Sergeant Major, it's too dark for us to see the road clearly, have the road signs along the way been set up?"

"After determining the location of the enemy camp, I ran back and forth and found the nearest path, which I set up signs along the way, and left a brother to stand guard at a fork near the road." Angus considered that the night raiders could not be lit and that they would lose their way in the dark, so he not only marked the convenient path leading to the enemy camp, but also sent people to pick up and post on the way.

A moment later, Angus led a group of men in black to run through the dark forest......

By the time most of Baron Jeffrey's army had barely half the way, a dozen shadows had already appeared in the dense forest on the north side of the enemy's makeshift camp, nine miles east of Tarburg.

"Master, I finally see you again!" Ron emerged from the weeds of the forest and hugged Art tightly.

Art patted Ron on the shoulder, he couldn't see Ron's face in the dark, but he could feel from Ron's strong arms that a very good warrior was growing.

"Ron, you've worked hard these days, and you can go back to Fort Tar to repair after tonight. But now you're going to have to fight with me again. With that, he asked Bas to tie a white strip of cloth around the left arm of the five Angus Rons.

Angus, who went to the top of the hill to observe the enemy camp, touched it back, he touched the front of Art, and said softly: "Lord Art, the enemy army has not yet noticed, the enemy camp is still a little chaotic, the enemy post patrols are also very loose, the siege equipment is in the northernmost open space of the camp, and the craftsmen are concentrated in a tent on the right side of the camp. ”

Art glanced at Angus and Baskazakron who were around him, and ordered: "The sergeant major will take Bas and ten soldiers to be responsible for killing the craftsmen in the enemy camp, and Ron and Kazak will lead the rest of the people to destroy the enemy's siege equipment with me, and then gather here after completing the task, we will retreat to Tarfort along the same road, if the enemy army resists, we will not fall in love with the battle, and evacuate quickly."

The crowd whispered their answer.

More than a dozen clay pots filled with fire oil were concentrated on the soldiers of the squad responsible for burning siege equipment led by Arte, and then everyone gently pulled out the weapons on their waists, climbed up the hill, and touched them by the faint light of the enemy camp......

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In the temporary camp of the Swabian army, the heartstrings of the people who had been tense for many days were relaxed, because the defenders in the Tal Fort finally could not bear the pressure this morning and took the initiative to open the city and offer to surrender.

Baron Jeffrey gave the order to withdraw from the camp, and everyone in the camp simply put away the tents and demolished the fence, and they were eager to leave this ghost place immediately.

At this time, Baron Jeffrey and most of his army had not yet returned to the camp, and the people in the camp were undisciplined, and they either took out old grain and wheat to make a fire and cook a thick porridge full of wheat, or took out a pea and took out a wooden cup to guess the bet, the bet was only a few onions or a piece of bacon, so that everyone enjoyed the relaxed atmosphere after the war when they no longer stormed the castle.

The happiest were the craftsmen who made the siege equipment such as heavy trebuchets and shield rams, although they were forcibly recruited, but Baron Jeffrey did not treat them badly, sufficient food was given priority, and the heaviest and most tiring work was done by hard labor and farmers, and even today Baron Jeffrey was pleased to give a reward of ten pfennig to each of the dozen craftsmen involved in the production of siege equipment, because this time he was able to take Talfort without a single soldier.

Now, in a tent specially distributed to the craftsmen, they drink light beer and bet on peas, and from time to time there is the sound of a craftsman boasting of his skill among carpenters (blacksmiths) in the drunken tent.

And just when the craftsmen were in high spirits, they didn't know that a group of deadly black shadows had quietly touched the vicinity of the camp......

On the north side of the camp, a heavy counterweight trebuchet, a shield-topped ram, six hooked ladders, and four large wood-topped shields were placed in an open space on one side, and four Swabian soldiers sat around a campfire next to the siege equipment, on which a few pieces of rye bread and a hare were baked.

In the darkness not far behind the campfire, two Swabian soldiers on patrol had turned into two corpses with severed throats and spurting blood on the ground.

Art and Ron wiped the bloodied dagger on the corpse and put it back in the scabbard at their waists, then learned a birdsong behind them, and several dark shadows suddenly appeared behind them.

"!!" With a soft sigh, Art pulled out the knight's sword at his waist and followed eight or nine black shadows and rushed towards the bonfire......

"Ah~~~ Devil! Devil!! ”

Eight or nine black-clothed phantoms suddenly appeared in the dark night, and the enemy soldiers around the campfire were paralyzed to the ground and retreated again and again, and the two enemy soldiers who were a little more courageous had just got up and were killed on the spot by the attacking phantom before they had time to pick up the short spear beside them, and the two enemy soldiers who were still retreating were also pressed to the ground by the black phantom and stabbed a few bloody holes.

"Pour fire oil, burn me!!" Art took the lead in taking off a clay pot of fire oil on his waist, opened the skin seal, and poured the oil in the clay pot on the heavy trebuchet continuously, and the soldiers around him also took off the clay pot and poured fire oil on the siege equipment in the open space, seeing that more than a dozen cans of fire oil had all been poured on these siege equipment, Ron took out a few burning firewood from the bonfire and handed it to the soldiers around him to ignite the fire oil~

These siege equipment, which were mainly made of wood, burned rapidly with the help of fire oil, and in a short time a raging flame rose in the open space of the enemy camp.

When the other soldiers and peasants in the enemy camp saw that there was a fire in the camp, they rushed over to put out the fire, but before they could get close to the sea of fire, they encountered a group of black-clothed phantoms who rushed to kill......

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In the tents of the artisans of the enemy camp, the attackers almost killed all the craftsmen in the tent, and of course the two craftsmen saved their lives and became prisoners of the night raiders.

The ten soldiers led by Angus and Bas encountered a few scattered enemy soldiers outside the artisan tent, and the enemy soldiers reacted quickly, immediately drew their weapons and fought the raiders, but the raiders were large in number and well-equipped, and within a few moments a few enemy soldiers were lying corpses. Then more than a dozen black-clothed phantoms rushed into the artisan tent, and after finding out the two craftsmen who were obviously dressed differently, the others were slashed and killed, and a dozen craftsmen and seven or eight apprentice craftsmen in the tent had just figured out what was going on, and a dozen craftsmen died tragically in the tent, and blood stained the tent......

After burning the siege equipment and killing the craftsmen in the camp, the black-clothed man did not retreat immediately, but took advantage of the chaos to ignite the grain and grass of the enemy camp, and wantonly killed the soldiers, peasants, and hard laborers in the enemy camp, until someone reacted that this was a night attack, and then took the lead in escaping into the hills and dense forests around the camp or rushing to the east in a hurry......

Seeing that the number of people who could still stand in the camp gradually decreased, more than two dozen black-clothed phantoms stopped the slaughter, dragging a few of their own soldiers who were injured in the melee and the two captured craftsmen back into the night~

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The blazing flames in the east stained the whole sky, and when Baron Jeffrey, who led more than two dozen cavalry (knights) and dozens of soldiers walking on the winding carriage with a torch, saw the fiery red sky in the east, a sudden and irrepressible panic suddenly arose in his heart, and he left the infantry behind him and led the cavalry to kick and beat the war horses under him without hesitation.

Less than two miles into the darkness of the night, a rider on a war horse rushed up to him, and in the darkness the rider and Baron Jeffrey's two horses nearly collided.

"My lord, enemy attack! Enemy Attack!! The rider rolled off his horse with the sword wound covering his abdomen.

Jeffrey jumped off his horse, took the torch handed by the cavalry behind him and put it on the face of the dismounted rider, and his heart was cold, because this rider was the direct knight he had sent to manage the temporary camp.

Baron Geoffrey hurried back to the camp with the last glimmer of hope, only to see that the wagons of the camp had been turned into firewood, and all the siege equipment that had been worked so hard to build was lost in a sea of fire......

"Devil! Bastard!! I'm going to kill you all!! Ah~~~~~~h

Baron Jeffrey's screams of anger echoed through the night sky.