Perhaps it was the negligence of the Duke's guards, or perhaps the fact that there were too many male rebels to kill, and that the leader Matthew Bissell's hut was not searched for because of his lack of manpower and the inability to identify the target of the assassination in the dark night. Regardless, the chief's deputy, Edmund, took advantage of the chaos in the camp and fled.

The guards on the ground searched every hut in the camp according to the commander's orders, and assassinated all the sleeping men in their sleep as if they were chopping melons and vegetables. As for the women and children they met in the hut, they were also allowed to survive according to the commander's orders. As a result, the women and children who were awakened let out screams of terror and ran out of the hut to the open space in the middle of the camp.

As the camp erupted in cries and cries that disturbed the night, some of the male thieves, who had not yet been found, jumped out of their beds, grabbed their weapons and rushed out of the hut. Before they could understand what was going on, they were hit by arrows one after another. The fast runners hid in the side of the hut or tree, staring in horror at the sudden unknown chaos.

Constantly firing cold arrows, Isabel knelt on one leg on the branch of the tree, drew her bow and arrows, and searched for the remaining thieves who appeared in the camp, hiding next to the hut or behind the tree. When one is found, an arrow is fired, and the opponent is hit by an arrow and falls to the ground. When one more is found, another arrow ends the other's life.

At this point, Isabel feels like a SEAL sniper on unconventional warfare, direct action, and counter-terrorism missions, wielding a 12.7mm or 50 caliber sniper rifle to eliminate enemies from long-range high-magnification optical sights, thermal imaging scopes, night vision scopes, and Leopold-Mark scopes. Of course, no matter what she imagined herself, she could only use the bow and arrow in her hand as a sniper rifle.

In this way, the thieves who did not die in their sleep died under her arrows, and finally someone found her hiding in the tree. What if they found out about Isabel, who had no shield to ward off the arrows, and an unknown enemy on the ground who was chasing after her and her companions.

When there were only a dozen or so male thieves left in the entire camp, they chose to hide in a place where Isabel could never be pinpointed. Some of the guys, who were determined to resist to the end, simply grabbed a few women as human shields to fend off the arrows. However, in their panic, they forgot one thing, that is, Isabel hiding in the tree was condescendingly aimed at them. No matter how desperately they hide behind women, the body part of the head is always the first to be hit by an arrow.

The surprise attack, which took place during the night, was still very successful. None of the enemies were spared, except for women and children. On the side of the squad led by Isabel, 1/3 of the crew suffered stabbing, scratching or slashing to varying degrees. Thankfully, not a single person died in this battle.

As the battle drew to a close, Isabel descended from the tree to the ground. What catches your eye is a picture of hell with rivers of blood and corpses strewn all over the field. When a strong smell of blood rushed towards her, Isabel couldn't help but frown. Most of those who died in the open space were killed by her arrows, and some were stabbed to death by having their heads and bodies split open with a tomahawk or a half-sword or dagger.

Isabel walked into the clearing from the north of the camp as she walked, pulling out the arrows that had been shot into the thieves' bodies so that they could be retrieved and reused. When she squinted her eyes at a hut to the east, she could faintly see the corpses in the black cavernous hut. Needless to guess, it was a thief who had been killed by the guards in his sleep.

At this time, William walked up to her excitedly with a half-sword in his hand sticking to a large amount of black and red blood, "Your Excellency, now, all the people have been eliminated by us. ”

Isabel stepped on the corpse of a thief and pulled out the arrow that had been shot into its head, "Well, did you miss anything or escape?" ”

"Your Excellency, my brothers and I don't know if anyone has escaped. You know, there's a way in and out of this camp on all sides, and it's still so dark. ”

"Well, those who run away can ignore it for now. How many enemies have we eliminated so far? ”

"Your Excellency, I have counted 65 male thieves in total, including the longbowmen you shot and the sentry on the ground. Uh, not including the escapees. ”

As Isabel continued toward the campfire in the middle of the clearing, she asked him, still recovering the arrows from her enemies, "What about our people?" There were no injuries or deaths. ”

William, who was walking beside her, recalled as he pulled out an arrow for her and handed it to her, "Your Excellency, six or seven of our men have been wounded. However, they were minor injuries that were not too serious. Also, no one died. ”

"Well, very good, immediately let people go back and get some things to treat the wounds, and treat the wounded brothers."

William Parr was about to turn around and leave when Isabel asked him again, "Where is their leader, Matthew?" ”

William laughed, "Your Excellency, that Matthew was killed by you with two arrows before the battle began. ”

"Really?" Isabel nodded in disbelief, immediately recalling that there was a guy who had been shot and looked quite like Matthew.

At this moment, John Neville strode over and looked at her with unfinished eyes, "Godmother, I have killed this battle too much. You see, the blades of my tomahawk are probably rolled up. With that, he held the battle axe in his hand, which was covered with human blood, minced flesh or broken bones, in his hand.

After William left, Isabel glanced at the tomahawk in his hand, "Good job, John. If the battle had taken place during the day, could you have been assured that you would not be injured or killed? ”

John slowly lowered the battle axe in his hand, stared at her and blinked, "If it was daytime, maybe I would have been injured." ”

Since Isabel was the godmother who taught John to grow up, she had to take the trouble to tell him, "You have to remember that being able to survive any battle is the greatest victory." ”

"Yes, godmother."

"Well, you'll understand later." Isabel looked at the women and children who had been driven to the campfire, "Go find some brothers who are not injured, and get some food and clothing for the women and children." ”

John looked at her with some hesitation, "Godmother, these women and children are not outcasts, most of them are the wives and children of the rebels. ”