The watchtower outside the royal city was already dark, and rain and wind swept through the valley.

Vira sat in the ruins on the top floor of the watchtower, lit with palm oil torches.

Her headaches had recently subsided, as if she had been on medication.

"My days are numbered."

Suddenly, the idea popped up and took root in her mind.

As she pondered her life, there was a trotting sound, and her squire Alan ran to her side out of breath, holding the holy sword Vivaldo, and shouted in a tired voice:

"Miss!"

The weight of the holy sword felt very heavy even for a man like Allen, and it was already a very heavy task to carry him up the tower.

The corners of Miss Saint's rare mouth hooked a little:

"What's the matter with me?"

Allen, who was handsome in appearance, gasped and shook his head:

"It's Mr. Amos, who called you to the military council tonight. The command needs to know your thoughts, about how the guards of the corrupt kingdom have become tenacious and cunning these days. At the same time, Mr. Amos also told him that you hadn't eaten with the sergeants for a long time, and he was worried about you... Seems withdrawn. ”

The stubbornness of the enemy is like that of the local defenders who rose up on the first day.

But it's unusual...... Although the Holy Maiden thinks that she is just a village girl, she still senses that something is wrong after a long time on the battlefield.

Generally speaking, if a unit is besieged, its morale will become weaker and weaker, and even if it is well-equipped and trained, it is easy to be pushed down and killed by villagers and peasants who cannot afford to wear heavy armor.

But apparently, the soldiers of the decaying kingdom of Guregos have become different, and they have regained their morale......

Saint Vera thought so, her blue eyes looking through the rain curtain and looking at the royal city.

The gates of the great city are slowly being pushed open, and the gates of the great city that only exist in the countryside are opened!

Rows of unlit torches and rows of some strange army poured out of the gates.

In the rain, in the wind, on the night when the leaders of the rebels gathered in Riverdale for a meeting, the troops of the royal city poured out!

How dare they?

This sentence flashed in Vera's mind, night raids are not a simple thing, and the legendary heroes will not tell that during a night raid, 20% of their own troops may be killed due to an 'accident', let alone that 13% of their troops will be disoriented even when there is enough light source, let alone that '90% of night raids will result in the collapse of their own army'.

But that doesn't mean night raids aren't dangerous.

In the ancient battles described by Testenango, grandparents' generation. More than 70% of the major battles of the Jedi Counterattack start with a night attack, and more than 95% of the armies that fall on the eve of victory lose because of the night attack.

The Virgin Vera narrowed her eyes at the torches pouring out of the gates, the dense number of marches.

"It's a night attack!" After seeing that the saint did not reply, the attendant Alan was stunned for a while before noticing the army pouring out of the gate of the royal city.

The young squire's eyes widened:

"It's fast, they're marching fast...... Yes! ”

The attendant did not estimate the speed of the enemy's march, and was lifted by the saint with one hand.

Vera glanced at him and rushed down the tower at a rapid pace.

The speed of marching is three times faster than that of an ordinary army...... No, four times, very neat queues, in the dark there are no torches to show that they are lost, are the real strong army? Or is it some kind of witchcraft or sorcery...... The saint threw the attendant on his horse, and jumped on herself, and she shoved the reins into the attendant's hand:

"Go to the valley, we're going to tell the commander about the crisis."

Her eyes were fixed in the direction of Wangcheng:

"The wind and rain are too strong for the palm oil fire to ignite."

"Yes." After a brief moment of confusion, Alan took control of the reins and skillfully controlled the speed of the horses to rush in the direction of the river valley.

Because the Holy Maiden has always been in armor, and at the same time, the weight of the Holy Sword Vivaldu, plus the weight of an adult man, the best steed in the entire rebel army was also given to the Holy Maiden to use.

It is a breed called the Sewaltan landcoco, which is very wild and difficult to handle.

It is because of this that it was Allen who was the rider.

- After all, the Holy Maiden Vera has always been an ordinary village girl, at best she has a little more strength, she does not have the conditions to learn to ride a horse, so she can only arrange a noble child who has learned equestrianism since childhood to carry her around.

Aaron, the squire, is an expert in equestrian training since childhood, and even in the wind and rain, he steadily increases his speed and advances towards the river valley.

Named after the narrow valley in front of it, Riverdale was supposed to be part of the city's defenses and part of the barrier separating the four lands.

The royal city is easy to defend and difficult to attack, which also means that if these defensive nodes are mastered, it will be more difficult for the people in the city to rush out.

The long and narrow river valley is the best defense point, and only a few hundred men need to be deployed, I am afraid that it can withstand an army of 10,000 people.

The commander of the rebel army was also battle-hardened, placing the most elite troops at the mouth of the valley to avoid being attacked.

"We're here!" Eren shouted, the army that had poured out of the royal city with unnatural marching efficiency was putting him under great pressure.

Suddenly, he felt a lightness on his back, and the speed of the horse he was riding was a little faster.

He looked back in a daze, only to see Veragin and the white cloak, and the Holy Maiden jumping up and pulling out Vivaldu's back.

Bang.

Vera got down on one knee, stood up with her sword in hand, and shouted:

"Go tell Amos, go tell Julius, I'm here to meet the enemy!"

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The soldiers guarding the mouth of the valley had a relaxed expression that turned serious, and they took their shields and jumped down from the tents on both sides of the valley.

A young soldier looked at the saint and said in a calm tone:

"Lord Vera, is it an enemy attack?"

He handed over a large round shield.

After Vera put it on, she nodded seriously:

"There are probably more than 10,000 people, all elite. The march is fast on rainy days, and there is also a high probability of witchcraft power. ”

An old soldier, who was also tying himself with a shield, burst out laughing at the words of the saint:

"Haha, it looks like there's a good chance we'll die here today?"

Vera nodded again:

"There is a high probability, the defenders of the valley are called over, we will meet the enemy at the mouth of the valley, and then retreat into the middle of the valley, where will the fixed ballista be planted?"

The veteran struck his shield with the hilt of his sword:

"And wizard fire and wizard explosives."

"We've got about six or seven hundred of them, Holy Maiden."

Vera's heart calmed down, in the midst of the storm, in the midst of a battlefield where the number and type of enemies were unknown. Her mind was unexpectedly calm, unexpectedly clear.

The fragrance of the battlefield, the tranquility, and the shadow of imminent death made her unconsciously a little intoxicated.

The battlefield is undoubtedly hell.

Any act of glorifying the battlefield is one of the worst acts.

Don't go for war, don't go for war...... These are the words of Vera's parents, their ancestors of an earlier generation.

They say the battlefield is sinful.

So why, I smell sweetness? Vera pressed against her shield and looked at the jungle beyond the valley, the dark world.

For a moment, she suddenly thought of something and lowered her head.

Her excellent eyesight and natural ability to see in the dark allowed her to see herself in puddles at once.

There was an irrepressible smile on her face.