Piles of grain and grass brought up flames that turned half of the silent night sky red.

Potter Seth, the cunning general who looked at the smoke that had obscured the stars like a dark cloud, was so angry that he almost gritted his teeth. At this moment, he finally realized the real target of the enemy who was hiding in the darkness wanted to raid.

"Yorkshire, Yorkshire is on fire!" Fenrir exclaimed, with an unconcealed panic in his eyes, "Uncle Potter, I think we'd better ...... withdraw"

"Shut up! Don't forget, Lord Fenrir, I'm up here. General Red Fox said in a low voice, a chilling anger in his eyes.

An imperceptible haze flashed in Fenrir's eyes, but the situation was stronger than people at the moment, so he had to shut up stupidly.

As a well-known general in the Duchy, Potter certainly knew how a fire in the rear of the road could be a blow to the morale of the army, especially in the dark night when the vision was extremely poor. However, years of military literacy quickly led him to judge that it was a foolish thing to turn back now.

Not to mention the chaos caused by the change of the rear army to the front army, if he really did that, what if the main force of Asrex was ambushed nearby? In a normal encounter, Potter was sure to win, but if he was ambushed in this situation, he would definitely lose his armor, and he couldn't afford to take the risk.

Besides, Fina's destructive magic bullet, which is like thunder falling from the sky, has not stopped until now.

Although the obstacles caused by an attack by an elemental division are negligible for an army of 4,000 men, it can also bring considerable damage in small amounts.

After falling into the plan to divert the tiger from the mountain, he rushed back to put out the fire without even a confrontation after coming out, and from beginning to end, he was killed and injured countless times by Fina's magic bullet, and was kicked around like a broken ball, which was definitely not allowed by the dignity of the red fox.

He had to move forward, but at the same time, he had to strangle the bugs in the rear that had burned down the granary.

"Tell the captains of the thousand men of the garrison that if I don't see the heads of those worms hanging on the gates at daybreak, I'll hang all their heads on the gates!" the red fox roared at the herald beside him, no longer looking like an elegant fox, but like a hysterical coyote.

This order was faithfully passed to every officer of the Yorkshire garrison.

Immediately, Midi and his party felt the corresponding pressure.

"There are more and more enemies, and obviously we have been avoiding the main streets. Sigmund's brow furrowed more and more.

"Are you being followed?" Lillian couldn't help but glance back a few times, but in the silence of the night, the Blue Fist Envoy's gaze couldn't look far.

It was also normal to have this kind of worry, because there were three encounters just by crossing two streets, and together, they had already destroyed at least two centurions. Although the record is good, it is meaningless to achieve the real goal.

"If you do get bitten on the tail, it's not just the pressure. Midi replied lightly, staring at the road ahead without squinting, not missing a single detail, "Don't worry, the enemy is just out of the nest." ”

For the three other Midi, this was the first time they had really participated in the war, and they had an important task on their shoulders, so it was natural that they would be nervous.

Putting aside the always confident and indomitable Fina, in fact, these two have not made any mistakes from beginning to end, and they can reach this level in their first game, and they are already the elite of the elite, and they are worthy of being the core strength of the future "Falcon Regiment".

It's just that Midi also knows that it is precisely because he is an adventurer who follows Fina that he needs him more to stabilize his emotions.

"The Red Flame Legion seems to be busy with their defenses and are not very familiar with Yorkshire itself, which is their blind spot and our opportunity. If you stay where you are, you can achieve your goal. Midi continued to analyze in a calm tone, and the anxious emotions of the two people around him gradually calmed down in these words.

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned a street corner, and a dark building came into view.

North District Granary.

The Red Flame Legion had obviously deployed its troops, and the garrison, which originally consisted of only about a hundred people, had now converged with the first reinforcements that had arrived, reaching more than two hundred, and the number was still increasing as time passed.

For Midi and the others who attacked at night, the longer the time dragged on, the more unfavorable it became.

However, at present, this amount is still within an acceptable range.

However, in the face of the swarming enemy, Midi did not step forward, but turned away, then gently patted Sigmund on the shoulder, and gave Lillian another look. This time, the venomous Lilian did not show any hostility after all, but nodded seriously.

"Now, I'll leave it to you. In a word, Midi had disappeared to the other side of the street.

That's right, the North Granary isn't Midi's battlefield.

The Southern District is!

Taking down a granary doesn't mean anything, the difficulty of the raid is not high, not to mention that General Red Fox has already left the city. The point is, when the enemy is alarmed, how many more can you take?

According to Midi's observations and calculations on the number of Red Flame Legions, the carrying capacity of the convoys, the route, and the amount of grain storage, the conclusion was that three granaries had to be burned in order to force the Red Flame Legion to suspend the offensive, otherwise, they could attack while strengthening the supplies in the rear, and the war would not be delayed in any way.

The adventure of not being able to take three seats, Fina as a decoy, the sacrifices of the fight along the way, and all the rhetoric, will lose its meaning.

This raid must be won.

So, be faster, so fast that the other party can't react!

And then faster, so fast that the other party can't resist!

Therefore, Midi chose to divide his troops into two ways, and set out alone on the road to the third granary, which would be the battlefield that would decide everything.

He is the reborn, he has changed his fate, he has brought this war with him, therefore, he has to win this victory with his own hands, his own spirits, and the sword in his hands.

Don't retreat, only advance!

Silent winter nights, icy winds, fiery cities, swords reflecting light, and falling snowflakes are on the battlefield where tyranny and grace are mixed.

He glided silently through the shadows of the building, creeping through the blind spots of the lights, the experience and foreknowledge of the reborn in full force at this moment, and he did not encounter a single battle along the way. And the sentinels who were unfortunate enough to stand in the way of Midi's movement have all become the ghosts of the sword, the corpses of no one in the dark alleys.

The granary of the southern district has finally come into view.

Midi glanced at it and immediately saw the number and disposition of the defenders, three hundreds.

But the black-haired boy didn't stop at all, and without even frowning, he rushed straight over, like a spinning arrow that had gone off the string.

And the black long sword in his hand, which was suitable for stealth night combat, was also replaced by an icy light saber with a blue light in an instant.

There is nothing to hide, the only thing to do is to break through all the way to the end with sharp and unparalleled swordsmanship!

The centurion at the head was stunned for a moment, thinking for a moment that it was a straggled soldier, but at once, he recognized that this was an enemy, and that it must be a stupid enemy who did not know whether to live or die.

The centurion sneered, raised his hand, and shouted, "Kill him!"

"Kill!" the soldiers shouted in unison, and then their arms flicked at an incredible speed like the blades of a windmill, and dozens of axes whistled to cut through the air, striking Midi with incredible precision from countless directions!

The first to shoot was an elite axe throwing team.

This type of class is another major feature of the Red Flame Legion, and in mid-range combat, they have an overwhelming advantage, even heavy knights, they will never dare to hard-top - not to mention the damage caused by the axe to the armor, the heavy impact alone is enough to kill any enemy in an instant.

It's just that this doesn't include Midi, who has the experience of second awakening.

Midi's expression was as calm as water, and a silver-white flame silently flowed out of the pupils that were originally as black as the night sky.

As soon as the flames were raised, the roaring axes suddenly struck, as if they had been struck by some invisible force, and their metal surfaces, which were slightly hot by friction with the air, were covered with a thin layer of frost in an instant, and the next moment, they hung in the air as if solidified, unable to move in the slightest.

The fire in Midi's eyes flashed, and a cold ghostly aura surging with magic surging from his left hand.

The axe, which had been stagnant in the air, suddenly flew upside down, like fragments of a bursting snowball, bursting in all directions, crashing into the walls on both sides of the street without accuracy.

Midi's lips opened slightly, and as she ran, she recited a subdued incantation.

With this incantation, an invisible but coercive force surged. Where Midi's sword blade pointed, long lines of frost were dragged through the air, and in an instant, a huge magic circle was drawn on the ground, enveloping almost the entire hundred-man axe throwing team.

In the next moment, the lightsaber in Midi's hand was raised into the void, and countless sharp ice cubes suddenly rose from the ground, piercing through the bodies of a large number of soldiers, and freezing the rest in them, unable to move at all.

Devil May Cry skill, Ice Formation!

The axe-throwing centurion couldn't believe his eyes, the young man in front of him could not only use a lightsaber, but also a ghost array of Devil May Cry?

And at such a distance?

But Midi obviously wouldn't give him time to continue in a daze, he accelerated instantly, dragging out an afterimage behind him, and the lightsaber in his hand pulled out a cold light in the air, combining the strength of his whole body and the kinetic energy of the forward rush, with an extremely cold feeling of suffocation, slashing down!

There was no blood, no flesh, not even a wail of pain, the lightsaber had not yet been cut off, the centurion's whole body had been invaded by frost, and even the beating of his heart and the flow of blood were extremely difficult, how could he resist this thunderous blow driven by the power of Devil May Cry and the skill of the sword soul?

With a single sword, the centurion was shattered, and all that was left was countless ice chips scattered in mid-air, and ice slag rolling all around.

With the ghost aura of Sen Ran lingering in his left hand and the bright lightsaber in his right hand, the black-haired boy stood in the middle of the ice and snow like this, like a sharp sword out of the sheath, exuding a sky-high battle spirit and fighting spirit.

More than thirty people had died, the rest were still struggling in the ice, and the centurion's body had been shattered into powder, and he didn't know where it fell.

So no one dared to come near.