On the narrow and barren plain, on the slightly muddy trade road, a cavalry team was silently advancing, the pitch-black armor absorbing the spilled moonlight, if it were not for the wheezing and hoofs of the red war horse, the existence of this cavalry would not even be noticed.

"Lord Wasman!"

The sound of horses' hooves came from far and near, and a Noxian Imperial cavalryman manipulated the reins, rolled over and slid off the back of his horse, half-kneeling in front of Wasman, panting.

"The town of Irwindale was hit by an explosion and is in chaos. A large number of enemies have since approached the town of Irwindal, numbered an unknown number of more than 1,000 men, and have now surrounded the town's four gates. ”

Hearing this, Wasman's expression suddenly became heavy, and he motioned to the Trefalli legionnaires beside him to take out the map, which was a strategic map drawn in detail by the war stonemason.

"Not a bad idea, it seems that the commander of the aristocratic alliance this time has some strategy." Watsman's gaze is fixed on the town of Irwindale on the east side of the map, is this trying to ambush reinforcements?

"General Darius was notified?" Wausman asked.

"It's already arranged." The Noxian Imperial cavalry nodded. "There will be specific information later, and we are still keeping people to watch the enemy's next move."

"Do you have siege weapons?" Wasman seemed to think of something, and asked abruptly.

"Some, from a distance, it seems to be a bed crossbow, and there are some equipment consigned by war horses, most likely trebuchets." The Knight of the Noxian Empire reported.

"It's going to be a bit tricky, and I don't know if Gregory will be able to hold out until General Darius arrives." Wasman lifted his visor, revealing a heavy face, and then looked up at the darkness of the night, his eyes shining with an inexplicable light.

Timing in a war is difficult to grasp, and sometimes, if it is not grasped, it is a turning point in a battle.

It's more of a test of a commander's ability to be on the spot and his vision to seize opportunities.

"Pass my orders, Noxus is ready to fight!" As if he had made up his mind, Vosman said to the Trefalli legionnaires beside him.

"It's time for these nobles to see the true spirit of the Noxian Empire!"

Half an hour later, Vorsman led the Noxian cavalry through the narrow plains, getting closer and closer to the town of Irwindale.

The dim moonlight sprinkled on the earth, and the vision was blurry, and it was impossible to see it at all, even for extraordinary professionals, the vision was very limited.

However, out of the necessity of this war, the nobles sent enough scouts to guard and patrol the surrounding area.

The sound of rumbling horses' hooves immediately attracted the attention of the scouts, and their vision was blurred, and they did not know the number of cavalry approaching.

And some rookie scouts who have not experienced the baptism of blood rushed forward for the so-called military merits, although the action was reckless, but the knight instructor's words were still vivid, and they maintained a sufficient retreat distance.

Stompe! Stompe! Stompe!

The heavy and swift sound of horses' hooves splashed the dirt, and in the bleak moonlight, a cavalry in black armor could be seen breaking away from the main ranks, and then rushing towards the approaching scouts at a frantic speed.

Ha, this person wants to keep us?

The noble scouts who rushed forward looked at the cavalry of no more than ten people, showing surprised and angry expressions, so let them taste the taste of riding spears.

This is a group of unqualified scouts, at least less than a tenth of the Iron Thorn Cavalry, because they have not yet understood the meaning of scouts.

Sonorous!

The battle of the scouts began at the first time, and the two torrents staggered.

Then the winner was decided, and more than a dozen corpses were left on the muddy ground, basically from those arrogant aristocratic scouts.

The victor's Noxian Imperial cavalry didn't chase the only remaining fleeing scouts, no, they weren't scouts at all, just a wretched, frightened bunch of cavalry.

.....................

North Gate of the Town of Irwindal.

Viscount O'Neill rode his warhorse and watched the battle-torn town of Irwindale, where a towering figure caught his attention.

"Great Knight!" Viscount O'Neill said softly. "It seems that the Moderian knight still hides a lot of strength."

"If given a certain amount of time, he will indeed become another new nobleman in the north of the kingdom, a nobleman who has become independent from the Perris family."

"But aren't these still in the Viscount's expectations?" The crisp sound of horses' hooves mixed with flattering words sounded in the background.

"Barrett, is there something going on?" Viscount O'Neill turned his head to look at the middle-aged man who was approaching and said, the delicate silver armor was a little conspicuous in the night.

"Yes, Lord Viscount O'Neien, the other party's reinforcements are coming, and they are very fast, and they will arrive here in about two quarters of an hour."

Barrett bowed slightly, and the amazing thing was that in the process of bending down, the silver armor was not restrained in the slightest, as if there was no obstacle, and it easily formed an arc.

"And what do you mean?" Viscount O'Neill asked, hiding a hint of surprise in his eyes.

"It's time to put a little pressure on the town of Irwindale, or it will affect our plans." Baron Barrett said in a deep voice.

After countless years of changes and countless wars and conflicts, the military literacy here is not inferior to that of the earth, and the encirclement and reinforcement are only part of this aristocratic plan.

"Now that you've attracted the enemy, let's start the next step." Viscount O'Neill nodded slightly and said, the opening of this game makes people feel vaguely excited.

"Next, let's watch Barrett light cavalry perform, and hopefully get our first victory."

The Barrett Light Cavalry, named after Barrett, is a light cavalry that is no less powerful than the heavy cavalry in frontal combat, and five centurions are veteran knights, as well as more than a dozen knights, as well as other recruited extraordinaires.

"I lend you good luck!" Barrett, after saluting again, quietly departed.

Viscount O'Neill looked up at the aristocratic coalition around him that had already been ready, his white hair swayed slightly with the night breeze, he was bound to win this war, and no one could stop it.

"Bennett, arrange it and start attacking!"

"Yes!" Bennett Craigie said respectfully, then turned around and rode his horse to the gathering place not far away.

A great number of shouts rang out in the drowsy night, and the resting soldiers began to move, their heavy bed crossbows slowly advancing towards the town of Irwindale in the night.

Around the bed crossbow were the 500 elite infantry of the aristocratic coalition.

At the same time, the wooden carts hauled by the mules and horses were lifted to reveal the delicate equipment, and then dozens of dwarves and goblins appeared to assemble the trebuchets provided by the Rivoldine blacksmiths.

Soon, trebuchets stood in the clearing like steel behemoths, weapons of war for the battlefield, and the hard steel reflected the dim moonlight.