"It's terrible, it's raining heavily."

In Byron's camp, a mercenary squad leader glanced up at the cloudy sky, touched his undried cotton robe, and spat at the ground.

"Just take care of your people and don't complain."

Just then, Kenrad walked past him and glared at him. And the squad leader also shrunk his neck, not daring to talk back to Kenrad, who was well-known among mercenaries, and turned around and walked into his tent.

Kenrad pushed open the curtain of the camp and saw Byron sitting on a blanket with a map and a smile on his face.

"It's a great day! Their crossbowmen can't use their crossbows, and the infantry are exhausted, and our chance has come! ”

Days of heavy rain were a disaster for the Rhodoc's crossbows, and even the best crossbowmen could not protect their crossbows from damage in the rain. And unlike Byron, who traveled north along a smooth road, the northern part of Rhodok was not repaired due to the previous attack by King Harlaus and the year-long war, and it became very muddy when it rained, and even Byron had to slow down his journey.

However, in comparison, the Rhodok side is obviously much worse than Byron. According to Byron's spies, the Rhodoc patrols were getting smaller and faster, the soldiers were tired of their horses, and many of them were left behind, and now they stopped on a hill and set up camp to raise flags to attract the departing soldiers back.

Obviously, the commander of this detachment took into account a lot of problems, and being stationed on this hill could not only attract lost soldiers back with an obvious goal, but also condescendingly shoot them when the enemy attacked. Especially the heavy cavalry units that Svadia was proud of, there was simply no way to charge up the mountain. In addition, there is a river at the foot of this mountain, so it is easy to get water.

Their morale is low, the weather is terrible, and gastrointestinal ailments are starting to spread through the ranks. The worst thing is that they have only made half the way so far.

It's a good idea to stop and fix it for a while, but in Byron's opinion, it's a live target!

"How far are their patrol cavalry patrolling the vicinity of the camp?"

Byron asked, looking at the map.

"Cavalry? They had no horses left, and the road was littered with the carcasses of sick horses and carts they had discarded, and the last few camels they had slaughtered the last few horses the other day to make soup, otherwise they wouldn't have been so slow. ”

Kenrad said with some disdain.

"Their patrolmen are still patrolling within ten miles of the camp, but they can only walk on their feet, so it's not a big problem to kill them, they can't run."

As for the outcome of the fight, Kenrad seemed to be confident.

"Very well, let the Assasin sect go down the river in the evening to lay some food, I think the meat of the dead horses they have thrown away is good. Tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, those bandits will arrive, let them attack from the west, and the logging team will go up the mountain from the west, and take the cavalry back to the south and north of the mountain, and don't let one go! ”

With that, Byron tossed aside the charcoal he had used as a pen, got up, and walked out of the tent.

He wants to take a walk outside before the rain is heavy and relax. Once the battle began, and the warrior was dead and bleeding all over the ground, he would not have such idleness again.

…………

At this time, the people of Viruga also reluctantly returned to their pre-war life, trying to forget the unpleasantness of this time as much as possible.

The people were busy again, and the merchants, who had not been bankrupt in the plunder, went about their business, and everything seemed so peaceful.

But a depressed mood has always hung like a dark cloud over the city, and the people are almost out of breath.

As the current administrator of Viruga and the commander of the garrison, Alleyne rarely felt the pressure.

Byron led his army north in order to ensure the safety of the north, although this matter was not particularly publicized, but now everyone in the city is well known. They knew that the main force of the invaders had left the city, that the various forces had begun to move, and that the streets were full of ill-intentioned glances and intrigues that could not be made known.

The only information that can suppress them is that when Byron attacked Viruga that night, the citizens and nobles were hiding in their homes, and most of the soldiers were killed, so no one knows how many people Byron had in his army, and it can only be estimated that this force will not be less than 2,000.

They feared that Byron had placed a group of troops in the city, in the camp of Viruga, which was surrounded by guards. It was heavily guarded, so outsiders could not approach it, and a lot of food was brought in every day, and many soldiers came out of it. If there were hundreds of heavily armed warriors in there, they would not be able to guarantee their victory, so they kept their patience and waited for their time.

Byron knew this well, so before leaving, he told Alleyne a ploy that had already been used by historical figures in the world before Byron crossed over.

Because there is a curfew at night, he can dress up the soldiers in the city after it gets completely dark, send them out of the city, and then enter the city as a backup unit of the Peony Mercenary Group the next morning, giving people the illusion that there are reinforcements entering the city, confusing those with bad intentions and letting them settle down.

Alleyne was amazed that Byron was able to come up with such a plan, and admired it from the bottom of his heart. However, when he was about to carry out this plan, the urge to make meritorious service stopped him.

He sat in his chair and thought about it for a while, and found that there were still some problems. Although this strategy can be temporarily concealed, if Byron comes back late, there is a risk of revealing the stuffing. And then those who are dissatisfied with them and want to rebel against their rule will also be reined in, and it will not be so convenient to find out about them.

The most important thing is that if you just do this, you won't be able to show your ability if you succeed, and even if you give him credit, you won't be able to satisfy him. This made him really unwilling.

So in the end he changed his plan, and he ordered the soldiers in the city to leave with the so-called supplies for Byron during the day, and then secretly return at night.

300 men were sent each time, a total of 3 times, to make the citizens and nobles of the city think that most of the garrison in the city had left. He then ordered a reduction in the number of patrol soldiers and city defense soldiers, and reduced the amount of food that had been sent to the barracks, which had only 20 people in total, from day to day.

In order to better confuse them, he also met with several nobles who had always been suspected of rebellion, and demanded military rations from them, and his attitude was so arrogant that even he himself felt that it was excessive, and he portrayed himself as a greedy and conceited rogue knight.

At the same time, he increased the number of plainclothes guards in the city, bribed many beggars, hawkers, and even spies of the city's nobles, and constantly got the news they needed.

The city defense units and patrols were replaced by recruits and militias who had taken refuge in them, while the Peony Mercenary Regiment served as mercenaries in strategic locations that were inaccessible to outsiders, such as castles and armories, and some were even placed near the mansions of the rebellious aristocracy.

Under his constant lure, the night before Byron's attack, the citizens of Viruga were once again awakened by the fire.