Richard spread out the map and carefully examined the terrain and the situation on both sides. The infantry of the Chinese Banner moved slowly, and it took a whole day to march a team fifty kilometers away into Richard territory, and a night's rest before attacking the next day.

The territory of the Bloodstained Lands and the Redwood Kingdom has risen sharply, and Richard's territory is hundreds of meters higher than the Bloodstained Lands. The terrain of the junction zone is complex, and many places are rugged and difficult to navigate, which is a natural place for the use of troops. Richard decided to have a good deal with the Unicorn Viscount in this area. Although the number of his troops is small, they are all elites who have survived a hundred battles, and Richard has always attached great importance to the mobility of his troops, and this is a battlefield that is naturally suitable for him.

As night fell, Viscount Chim's army was stationed. After a night's rest, he will be able to reach Richard's territory by noon tomorrow. Baron Fontaine accepted the Viscount's woo and refused to provide Richard with labor and building materials, so Richard now had no decent fortifications in his hands, and even the barracks were just temporary buildings.

That night, in the extraordinarily large and gorgeous tent in the middle of the camp, Viscount Sim was walking around, sometimes cursing Richard loudly, and sometimes imagining how he would torture him after catching him, so excited that he couldn't sleep at all.

There were also four beautiful aristocratic maidens in the camp, so the huge camp was also a little congested. They handed water and poured wine for the viscount, doing the work of maids, but in fact, they were all young ladies of various noble families. As for the conservative team of the king ** who went out without a woman, it was only relative to the regular soldiers, and it naturally had no binding force on Viscount Sim at all. What's more, most of this army were the viscount's private soldiers.

Just as Viscount Chim was waving his fists and constantly roaring to fight to the death in Richard's territory, completely defeating the pioneer knight who came out of the countryside with the bearing and demeanor of a true nobleman, under the cover of night, one after another war horses were emerging from the darkness and slowly approaching the camp. (Genius only needs 3 seconds to remember)

The hooves of the war horses are wrapped with cloth to avoid making sounds. The sand people on the horses are all masters of controlling the war horses, so the war horses are very tame.

Around the camp, a small group of Viscount's soldiers were patrolling the camp, gradually approaching the sand people in the night.

Richard waited for the patrol team to fully walk past before raising his right hand, and Oral immediately took out his longbow and aimed it at the camp. When Richard's right hand was lowered, two enchanted arrows flew like meteors, shooting silently a hundred meters away, nailing them to the two sentries standing on the camp tower!

The two sentries immediately planted themselves from the watchtower, and although they could no longer scream, the sound of the heavy object falling to the ground still woke many vigilant warriors.

Richard's hand pointed forward again, so behind him, dozens of sand people rushed to the camp with their horses, and several barbarians also strode to the edge of the camp, and in three or two strokes they cut through the simple fence with the huge axe in their hands, and rushed into the camp, just in time to see several warriors running out of the camp tent. The barbarian laughed wickedly, and with a wave of his great axe, he cut down the warriors whose eyes had not yet fully adjusted to the darkness, and then ran to another tent. Exclamations rang out from inside the tent, but the warriors were still dressed and armoured, unaware that death had arrived.

Two strong barbarian warriors surrounded the tent on the left and the right, and then took a deep breath and picked up the great axe at the same time! The huge axe whistled past the waist of the tent, and the screams inside abruptly stopped! The tent with the pillars severed collapsed indirectly, and then the blood on the tent spread rapidly.

The two barbarian warriors were still unsatisfied, and they slashed a few more axes on the bulging tent, and the axes saw blood, and then they stopped. After a moment's delay, there were already more than a dozen fighters lined up in front of them under the command of a junior officer, stopping them from advancing again.

At that moment, a flaming fireball flew out of the darkness and landed in front of the warriors, and the rushing wave of fire indirectly blasted the four warriors away, and burned the same number of warriors into torches. The barbarian warrior, undaunted by the embers, strode through the remnants of his opponent's formation and charged towards the junior officer. Rather than killing and wounding more enemies, they were more likely to create chaos and kill junior officers. As long as there are no officers, then these low-ranking infantry are a mess.

When the barbarian's giant axe was raised high, he suddenly felt as if a breeze was passing by him. At this time, on the battlefield, in the environment of flames and fighting spirit, how could there be a breeze? The barbarian's eyes lit up, and his heavy axe was frozen in the air, ready to strike a thunderous blow at any moment. However, the body of the low-ranking officer on the opposite side suddenly stiffened, and a dull blade protruded from his chest, and it turned out that at this moment, someone had already stabbed him through the heart from behind.

A scarlet ghostly figure emerged from behind the officer, half-hunched over, swiftly passing between the two barbarians and hiding behind them. The barbarian warrior knew that Crimson was also a warrior at Richard's side, so he roared angrily and swung his giant axe, cutting down several warriors who were pursuing Crimson one by one.

Richard walked along the edge of the camp, already knowing the entire camp in his head. There was now chaos in the camp, with Richard's warriors breaking through in three directions. Viscount Sim's huge, dazzling tent was less than a hundred metres from Richard. However, hundreds of elite guards had been gathered around the camp, and a fourteenth-level general was shouting for command, constantly gathering the chaotic warriors and organizing them into a line of defense.

In such a chaotic situation, he was able to quickly organize a defensive line to protect Viscount Chim, which shows that this general is very talented, and his knights are quite brave and elite. Seeing the tight defensive line around the Great Tent, Richard dispelled the idea of raiding the Chinese army in one fell swoop and capturing Sim alive.

But tonight's night attack has not yet arrived.

Richard swam in the darkness as he continued to fire fireballs. The fireballs cover such a large area that they often set fire to three or four tents at the same time. With the help of the night wind, the fire continued to stretch through the camp, creating more chaos.

At this moment, an exclamation suddenly sounded in the camp's horse circle, and no one noticed that a gray-black ball of light flew into the horse circle, and then quietly exploded. The mental shock immediately frightened the knights and servants guarding the horse pen, and the horses also rose in fright, kicking and biting indiscriminately, trying to break free from the reins.

In the midst of the chaos, a sharp roar sounded in the night sky, and a whirling hand axe broke through the air, cutting down seven or eight of the servants in the chaos. The hand axe is extremely powerful, even if it is a majestic war horse, it will be cut off by a blow.

With a bang, the fence of the horse pen was smashed open by two ogres with their bodies. Barbarians and sandfolk followed them and poured in, staring at the servants and slaughtering them. Another strengthened fear spell fell among the servants, and the landing point of this magic was calculated very accurately, and the positions of the sandmen were also chaotic and orderly, just so that they were not affected. As for the barbarians, they naturally have a brave heart, and the use of fear is very little for them. The second fear technique fell, and half of the followers fell into extreme panic again, and the battle immediately turned into a one-sided slaughter.

The night wind sent a strange shout, and no one could hear what it was. But a few seconds later, a second wave of throwing axes came, knocking down more than a dozen of the gathered minions.

The morale of the servants finally fell to the bottom under the continuous and fierce blows, and they began to flee in all directions.