The well-planned midshipman grabbed his spear, went to the cook, begged for some more food from the field, and headed for the rolling hills to the north.

The eastern plains of Verona are dotted with farmland and meadows. Although there are no roads along the riverbank, it is very easy to walk along the riverbank.

If anything, there is any danger, it is the rebels on the other side of the river. Griffith squinted his eyes and looked around, occasionally seeing sporadic rebel rangers in motion.

If only they had come and provoked me...... Griffith walked briskly, not caring at all about a possible threat. Although he didn't get the support of friendly forces, he could use his power unscrupulously when there was only one person, and coupled with the magical items such as the Corrupt Feather Feather Fencing and the Bracer of Fear, the real strength was by no means comparable to the regular Sequence 8.

Griffith made a bend along the river and saw five grown men sitting around eating dry food. They carried weapons with them and were dressed in discrete clothing, apparently sentry agents of the rebels.

The lush aquatic plants and shrubs along the riverbank provide excellent concealment, and it is impossible to discern whether there is a bandit or two hiding inside without getting closer.

The strongest of them was wearing a leather armor and a sword at his hand, and he was supposed to be the captain of the group. The other four were unarmoured, but three were armed with shoddy spears, and one carried a bow and arrow.

Griffith barely made a sound before approaching them. It wasn't until he appeared in front of him that the five people sitting on the ground noticed him and jumped up in shock.

The sophisticated chain mail and the standard weapon in his hand revealed his identity at once, not to mention that he also had the insignia of the second-level squad leader on his armor.

The rebel outpost was so close to the barracks that Commander Magrius was careless. Griffith glanced at the five in front of him one by one, and pointed to the big man in the lead: "Take off your leather armor." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, a rebel armed with a short gun rushed forward with a shout. His gait was disheveled, and he looked untrained.

Griffith slid forward without waiting for him to get closer, drew his feather fencing in his left hand and slit his throat, then stabbed the short spear of his right hand to the side, stabbing the scrambling archers to the ground.

"Kill!" the rebel commander led by him swung his sword and slashed. His momentum and strength were somewhat interesting, but he was easily avoided by the midshipman and fell to the ground with a single shot in his right leg.

The remaining two thieves panicked, one of them dropped his short gun and ran into the river screaming, while the rest froze in place, trembling with his broken gun.

The rebels had little combat experience. Griffith had a thought in his mind, but he didn't stop. He picked up a short spear with one foot, reached out and grabbed it and threw it at the fleeing rebels.

"Poof!" the rebels who fled into the river were pierced in the chest and fell into the river with a thud.

"My lord spares his life~" The last rebel lost his weapon and fell to his knees and cried.

"What are you begging for mercy with the nobles' lackeys!" Wu Chang, who was stabbed in the thigh, covered his wound and cursed, his mouth full of local swear words that Griffith was unfamiliar with, and finally said to him, "If you want to kill, kill!"

Griffith nodded, and then stabbed the captain in the throat, stirring it. The big man, who was still yelling just now, let out a strange grunt from his mouth, and blood foam spurted out of his mouth.

He drew his spear, took the captain's sword and hung it at his waist, and turned to look at the remaining rebels.

"What is your mission, from where did you come from the camp?"

He asked as he peeled off the leather armor of the rebel captain, and gestured at himself, and it turned out to be quite a good fit.

"Don't kill me, don't kill me!" cried the remaining rebel gunners, "Lord Lance sent us out to keep an eye on the barracks, and to cross the river to report any movement. We didn't do anything else!"

"How many of you are there, and what's next?" asked Griffith, casually packing up his bow and weapons on the ground.

"There are more than 5,000 people, and Lord Lance has said that tomorrow he will fight by the river, oh no, to meet the officers and soldiers. ”

More than 5,000, a lot. Griffith nodded, and with a wave of his sword, he slit the rebel's throat. He had no hope of getting any news from these sentry sentries from the beginning, and he had no men around him to escort them back, let alone let the enemy who was fighting.

Griffith, who packed up the rebels' weapons, added a long sword, a bow and arrows, and three short spears that could also be used to throw. The biggest gain was the leather armor, which further enhanced his protection. Although the weight of the equipment has increased a lot, it is still within his bearing.

The sun is setting into the distance. In the afterglow of the setting sun, Griffith could faintly see the outline of a castle.

It was Bate Manor, where Sonia and her classmates were trapped, and there were more than 5,000 vicious rebels nearby. At the thought of this, Griffith's heart began to beat faster.

After walking for a while, it was getting dark.

Three cavalrymen suddenly appeared at the foot of the mountain in the distance and galloped along the bank of the river.

Is there a rebel sentry here, or is it cavalry? Griffith looked out at the dark mountain forest and thought to himself that there must be a large camp of rebels hidden there, otherwise why would there be a valuable cavalry sentry here?

The sentinel spotted Griffith, and the trio and three ponies immediately lunged at him.

Very good, since you are here, let's all stay. Griffith removed three short spears and bows from his back and stuck them in the ground. Since joining the army, he has not focused on archery, and the accuracy of long-distance shooting is average, but he still has some experience in spear throwing.

The three cavalry were already approaching. They were not elite soldiers capable of riding and shooting, and the horses under their crotches were not good horses, but they were just carrying sabers and rushing over.

Seeing the cavalry approaching, Griffith drew a short spear and flicked it in his hand, and threw it vigorously at the horse directly in front of him.

The spear slashed through the air with a sharp whistle. A ball of blood bloomed on the rider's chest, and he threw his head up and fell off his horse. His companion on his right hand was taken aback, and subconsciously reined in the horse's reins.

Then there was another neighing in the air, and the short gun struck the stopped thief in the waist and abdomen, shooting him off his horse.

The two horses that had lost their riders were frightened and turned and ran.

The remaining cavalry also became ruthless, and swooped down on their horses with swords. Griffith didn't have time to throw his third shot, and bent over and rolled to one side.

One man and one rider staggered like this. Before the cavalry could turn their horses, Griffith had already caught up with him and slashed at the rebel rider's back.

Griffith cut down the rider and grabbed the frightened horse, which was easy to quiet.

Look back at the rebels on the ground. His waist was almost broken, and he was already out of breath. The remaining two have also died, and there is no longer even a living mouth to ask.

Griffith led the captured horses and examined the bodies of the slain rebels one by one.

The sentinels were different from the previous ones, they were better equipped and had horses, and they were far away from possible battlefields and expeditionary camps. Since they have deployed more vigilant forces near this hill, there must be something hidden in this mountain forest.

Griffith looked at the hills that were sinking into darkness. You can't walk on horseback in such a mountainous terrain where there are no roads, and it's easy to expose yourself. Thinking of this, he tied the horse he had just captured to a nearby tree trunk and walked in on foot.

What could it be hiding?

Perhaps the rebels were preparing to unleash another detachment before the battle the next morning to intimidate the forces of Verona with their sheer force.

Evil sacrifices?

Griffith walked up the Bate River. The difference in terrain makes the water in this area turbulent, and the sound of the water well conceals his steps and movements.

After half an hour of groping in the woods, it was already completely dark. Suddenly there were several flickering bright fires in the dark woods.

Griffith hurriedly hid in the bushes, and approached the light under the cover of the foliage.

There is a 100-meter-long stone dam in the middle of the forest, which is very strong with huge stones. Behind the stone dam is a mountain reservoir with no end in sight.

Hundreds of men in short clothes are gathering in front of the dam. They poured oil on the dammed boulders, set them on fire, and when the stones were red, poured cold river water on them, and then took axes and hammers to smash the broken stones. At the dug dike, they used huge tree trunks to block the flow of water and temporarily keep the reservoir from breaching.

Griffith was taken aback, given the size of the reservoir, if the stone dam burst, the flood would turn the downstream into a flood. The regular army under the command of Magrius was stationed on a very low ground, and it was very auspicious to encounter a sudden flash flood at night.

If well controlled, the rebels could even dig a levee to release water while Magrius's men were halfway through.

What a vicious and decisive strategy, I learned!

Griffith admired the rebel leader from the bottom of his heart, and then began to think about his actions.

The rebels are progressing quickly and have already damaged a section of the embankment. Once they start burning the trunks, the dam will soon collapse entirely.

The rebels gathered here also had dozens of armed patrolling soldiers, and a camp a little farther on the West Bank, where there might be more men and warriors hidden, and Griffith alone could not even interfere.

Griffith shook his head helplessly and retreated into the darkness to retreat. If Commander Magrius had sent him more men, he might have been able to make a difference, but now the situation was beyond his ability, and the only thing he could do was to return to the camp as soon as possible to call the police.

At that moment, there was a slight noise in the darkness. The bushes behind him seemed to have been crushed and broken by something. Griffith swung his short gun at the place where the sound came from.

A blinding silver light flickered, cutting Griffith's spear in two, tearing open the leather armor and tearing out a flash of fire on the chain mail.