This rainy spring night is extraordinarily long.

There seems to be a pair of invisible hands, stretching every minute and every second several times, and then stuffing in unexpected episodes, abrupt turns, burning flames, and spilled blood.

The tragic war scene, like a treacherously colored picture, suddenly unfolded before Dargnan's eyes. That feeling of being in a different world made his thoughts a little scattered inexplicably.

Not long ago, when the lights were on, he was still wearing a dry brocade coat and strolling on the most prosperous avenue in Anfen. The attentive eyes of the girl who passed by and loved to laugh still flickered in front of her eyes.

At this moment, he appeared in the northern suburbs on a rainy night, lying on the mezzanine of the windmill tower, only a hundred steps away from the bloody battlefield. The rain-soaked night clothes are tightly wrapped around the body like wet seaweed, and the smell of decay around them seems to come from the old bran dust, lingering and lingering.

Glancing around him, Dargnon covered his mouth and let out a lightly suppressed sneeze. In the distance, a terrible scream could be heard, it was a dying soldier, unwilling to throw himself into the arms of death.

With a low sigh, he raised his head again and focused his gaze on the battle down the mountain.

There were so many stories that happened on this night, so many that it even made him feel a little dizzying.

However, the most important of these should be the night attack in front of you.

So now, who is the dominant player in the battlefield?

The sky was raining and the earth was in flames.

Right before Dargnan's eyes, the curtain of war slowly opened, the lights were ready, and the backdrop was set up. This grand performance is just waiting for the protagonist to appear.

The protagonists, are they the Fire Demon Knights?

They shouted and shouted, charging like a surging tide of fire, and the spears in their hands stabbed out again and again. The fragile pieces of armor of the infantry in the array. It didn't play any defensive role at all, and it was completely pierced in an instant. Streams of blood, splattering like springs, smeared the broad breastplate of the military horse with strange patterns. Before the cavalry formation of the joint charge, fragments of limbs and flesh continued to fly out, and even entire pieces of body were thrown away dozens of steps away by the huge impact force.

With just one charge, hundreds of lives can be harvested, and rows of Firedemon knights roar by. Then he turned the horse's head and swept away to the sides. After a short time, the wide road in front of Borriello Manor was already filled with dense corpses. The infantry gathered in formation and tried to re-establish the defensive line. But in the sound of the horse's hooves, a new round of knights charged and galloped past, leaving only a gushing stream of blood. and the scorched smell of flesh and blood.

On such a flat ground, he actually dared to face the joint charge of the "Fire Demon Knight". One has to admire their courage.

However, after paying a heavy price, the commander of the opposing party seems to have finally come to his senses and hastily ordered the troops to shrink back into the manor.

The armies of both sides have long been in a scuffle, and it is difficult to completely close the cast-iron gates. The Fire Knights rushed forward in formation, pressing towards the gap at the entrance of the manor. With their superior individual combat power, they can still inflict massive damage with a wave of their hand.

But I saw this scene. On the hill in the distance, Dalgnan, the only spectator, couldn't help but shake his head slightly.

He could tell that the scales on the battlefield seemed to be tilting in favor of the Marquis of Borriello's side.

A heavily armed knight known as the "Heel of the God of War". It is the undisputed strongest class in the Plains Hedge War, but it is not good at attacking fortified cities. Heavy armor can provide extraordinary defense, but it can also severely affect their agility. With the power of the horse, the weight of the armor will be converted into an impact advantage, but once it stands still and falls into a stalemate of chaotic warfare, it will be extremely difficult for the heavy knight to get out and retreat.

Although at the moment, the Fire Demon Knights are still invincible, they can no longer control the direction of this war.

On the other hand, with the help of strong stone walls and watchtowers, Borriello's army gradually stabilized its position. In order to neutralize the advantage of the Flame Demon Knight, a fence with sharp wooden spikes attached to it was thrown down, firmly limiting the range of movement of the two combatants to the narrow area in front of the main entrance.

The knights, unable to form a formation, were forced to dismount and fight, and their progress was delayed. Of course, these knights' individual combat capabilities are extremely powerful, and they are not comparable to those private soldiers. However, the defenders, under the urging of their commanders, did not back down, and firmly blocked the gap with a defensive line built with their lives and bodies.

All of a sudden, the corpses were all over the place, the blood flowed and the area of the battle between the two sides suddenly shrank, but the intensity of the tragedy escalated greatly.

Dargnon shook his head suddenly, at this time, it seems that the protagonist of this war is not the fire demon knight who is like a demon god, let alone the Borriello defenders who are struggling to support, the bewitching blood flowers bloom everywhere on the battlefield, this is the stage that truly belongs to them.

In all corners of the battlefield, there are active figures of blood, and depending on the type of wound, they also twist in completely different unique postures, concentrating on the performance.

The stabbing of the knight's spear was a penetrating wound, and the blood was compressed in unison, spraying like a spring.

The defenders on the opposite side desperately swung their swords in counterattack, leaving tearing notches like trenches, which were instantly filled with flowing blood.

However, with the heavy armor of the Fire Demon Knights, the average lightly armed soldier could not inflict any lethal damage at all. Most of the time, their swords glided in vain with a piercing grinding sound, and their own weapons were curled.

Unable to get a chance to play, the Bloodflower was full of loss and could only hope for the hoplites on the top of the array. They wielded special heavy weapons such as flails or sledgehammers, and the deadly impact could burst through the plate armor, and the knights who were directly hit in the vital parts snorted and fell to the ground like a mountain of iron. It's time to play again, and the extremely professional blood water, indifferently putting down his body as a harlequin, twists into caterpillar-like dirty blood, and slowly crawls out of the knight's mouth and nose.

The most elite hoplites under the Marquis of Borriello were thrown into battle, and the situation of the Fire Demon Knights deteriorated further.

Their armor is not effectively immune to blunt attacks from heavy weapons, and they are very reluctant to dodge in a small space, and sometimes they have to stand up in the face of non-stop attacks.

The names listed in the Fire Knight's casualty book began to increase dramatically.

On the hill, the corner of Dargnan's eyes suddenly jumped slightly.

Although most of his attention was on the battlefield during this time, he still remembered why he came here clearly.

Going out late at night, following and tiptoeing, everything he did was to complete that assassination commission.

And the target of the mission is the rear of the battlefield, the commander of the attacking side.

Therefore, out of the corner of Dargnan's eye, he kept an eye on Onisha's movements. Waiting for a suitable opportunity to get close to each other and complete his mission is the top priority he is most concerned about now.

After approaching Borriello Manor, taking advantage of the defenselessness of the other party, the "Fire Demon Knight" as the forward immediately launched a joint charge. Onisha, who was not far behind them, began to gather the other troops that had caught up with them. By the time the Fire Demon Knights had already attacked the main gate, all the troops that had followed her to the night attack had arrived.

However, the area of engagement was too small, and she could not find a suitable entry point to enter the battlefield with only the strength in her hands, so she could only wait and see what happened for the time being, thinking of a way to break through the manor's defense line.

But now, as the Fire Demon Knight began to suffer a large number of battle damage, she finally couldn't hold it anymore, stood up, and gave a few orders in a loud voice.

The condescending Dargnan immediately discovered Onisha's movements, his eyes turned slightly, and his attention immediately fixed on him.

The military order had been given, and the soldiers who formed a battle formation behind Onisha bowed down to answer, divided into several parts, and acted quickly. Some of the infantry marched forward, apparently to support or replace the Fire Knights who were fighting fiercely at the main entrance. The rest of the knights silently turned their horses and left in the direction of the wall on the left, soon disappearing into the deep night.

Is she looking for another weak point to break through?" Dargnan thought subconsciously, or maybe she had already found it. For just before she could give the order, Dargnan saw several scouts rushing back from the woods on either side, and reported to her some information, of which, most likely, there was relevant information.

This should be a good idea. He nodded approvingly, such a stormy attack must have attracted the attention of most of the Marquis Borriello's army, and almost all of them. Moreover, the intensity of the battle is so great that it is hard to imagine that Onessa still has the strength to divide up the battle. In addition, being caught off guard and forced to fight, the defenders must not have made too much arrangement or reconnaissance, and at this time they gradually stabilized their positions, and there was a moment of relaxation, maybe the army sent by Onisha could make a contribution in one fell swoop.

But that's the end of it.

Smiling softly, Dargnon quietly stood up and walked towards the exit of the hideout.

With such a diversion of troops, the number of guards beside Onisha is now less than a hundred. The fierce battlefield, the panic mood, the chaotic firelight, the deep night, and the mixed rain.

The opportunity to sneak up and get close was so naked in front of him, constantly luring him to reap the final victory.

It's a temptation that Dargnan can't resist. (To be continued......)

PS: (First update, 3000 words, the madness is coming at the beginning of the month!)