Section 148 Raid

"You...... It's really crazy!" Byron said through gritted teeth after a long pause.

"Crazy, you think I'm taking a risk?" Ashruphat suddenly laughed. "Unfortunately, in my own opinion, I didn't take any risks. Because I know everything you do. All your secrets...... It's all under my eyes. I know that you want to drag us down by confrontation and defense, I know that you will try to meet with me to make a secret agreement before the war begins, and I even know that ...... The spy you arranged in Eagle Falcon City sent you the contents of the secret letter every three days. Everything you know, I know. Where am I crazy?"

"Hmph. Byron let out a cold snort, his hands trembling slightly, but his blue face slowly eased.

"You are not a soldier, because in your nature, there is a lack of an important element of a soldier, and that is guts. Ashrufat said. "Even with overwhelming forces, even with good external conditions, you still don't dare to take the initiative to attack, but want to build a barracks. You've wasted your time and energy setting traps to buy me off or kill me, forgetting that the only thing a general really needs to care about is his army and his enemies. ”

He chuckled. "You pretend to be calm, but I can't be mistaken. A true general would never risk trying to build a strong camp in front of the enemy all at once, but would first build a simple but effective defensive camp, digging trenches, earthen walls, and fences. Once he had this camp, he would try to build another camp...... This is what a cautious general really does. You are not a cautious general, or rather, your prudence is not the prudence of a general. So I'm pretty sure you're not prepared for a sneak attack. You don't even have a sentry unit on duty at night, do you? He laughed again. "Actually, I have long known that although you are cunning, your cunning is not in the military aspect, because if you were really a good commander, you would not use this precious time to fortify your castle. It is not the fortified castle that determines the outcome of this war, but the ...... Victory on the battlefield. Because to you, even a strong castle is just a stone coffin. ”

Byron did not answer. His expression regained his composure, but his arm twitched as if it were spasmodic. Not only him, but the four attendants behind him had already changed their faces.

"Ashrufat, if you are at my service...... Think about how much we can do......" he said in a deep voice.

"Can't you do anything without help?" said Ashrufat disdainfully.

"Do you think you'll win this battle if you win it?" Byron let out an angry cry and looked at Ashrufat.

"Byron, the reason why you dare to do such a thing, even to stage a coup d'état, and raise the flag of rebellion, is because you have a good deck of cards in your hand. Ashrufat said coldly. "You think you're going to win at the table with a good hand? You think I'm a gambler like you? Unfortunately, I'm not on the same level as you. I don't have any good cards in my hand, but I can change my cards from the mountain at any time, I can sneak out of my seat at any time to look at your hole cards, and I can even change the rules of gambling at any time if I want. If you want to win me, the only chance is to deny me the table. But as soon as I'm at the table, you're just a clown in front of me!"

"Hehe......" Byron's voice calmed down. However, those who are familiar with him know that his calm is not really calm, but a special change that occurs after the anger in his heart reaches a certain height. "Do you think you've won? Do you really think you've won?"

......

The little girl looked at the camp at her feet. By this time, it was already dark, and I could see the enemy camp at my feet. At this moment, she has sent all the generals to lead the army, and the ranks, the horse mouth, and the cotton cloth wrapped the horse's hooves, have all entered the battle position. Now, beside her, like a jungle of steel, facing the gates of the enemy camp.

Actually, it's not even a camp. Because the entire camp was not yet completed, it was full of holes, and there was no defense effect at all. Even the most common trenches were only half dug shallowly, and the horses could leap over them. The whole camp was silent at this time, and Byron's soldiers were sleeping soundly because of the hard work of the previous day. In the entire camp, only the occasional sound of horses broke the silence.

"Your Majesty, are you going to attack?" asked Barranca, beside him.

The glimmer of light that had just appeared in the sky shone on his armor, and the steel looked extremely cold at this time.

Seeing the enemy's camp at the foot of the hillside, the little girl's heart suddenly swelled with an indescribable sadness. Now, the lives of tens of millions of people are in her hands, and with her command, this land will be painted with a new color of blood and corpses.

The little girl took a deep breath, and Ashrufat's parting words still seemed to echo in her ears. “...... You have to be brave...... For you, bravery is to overcome all the weakness and compassion in your heart! You don't need these things on the battlefield, you have to forget your gender, but remember that you are a general. If you feel withdrawn, if you find it difficult to order. Then tell yourself that your enemies are traitors and traitors who don't deserve any mercy!

"I'm the Queen," she said to herself in a voice that she could only hear, but she wasn't sure if it was a crying girl. "These people are traitors who don't deserve any mercy!"

She gritted her teeth and said to Barranca, who was beside her. "Blow the trumpet, attack, destroy the traitors!"

A deep and majestic trumpet broke the silence of dawn.

The camp was in turmoil, and it looked as if an ant's nest had suddenly been poured with a cup of hot water. Countless villains are running around, calling signs.

Then the trumpets sounded in all directions, as if in response to the first trumpet. The commotion in the camp was even more intense, and at least the little girl could already see small groups of soldiers rushing out of their defenseless camp, looking at the enemy troops already on the hillside.

No army could remain calm in such a situation, especially in this moment of crisis, when their general was not present. When the cavalry of the king's army began to charge, Byron's army was completely panicked and could not organize resistance at all.

The little girl stood still, accompanied by a handful of officers, and watched her army press over like a landslide, crushing all insignificant resistance in an instant. Under the repeated onslaught of the cavalry, the rebels could not even gather a little. Their soldiers could not find officers, and cavalry could not find horses. This is not so much a war as a merciless slaughter. Completely crumbling, the enemy trampled on each other and was driven out of the camp, fleeing in the only direction where there were no enemies, slowly leaving her field of vision.

The roar of cannons could be heard in the distance, and if she was not mistaken, her infantry, musketeers, and artillery had stopped in front of the enemy's rout.

Ashrufat had told her what would happen next, but even if he hadn't said it, she could guess what was going to happen. She heard the roar of cannons and a volley of muskets. The rest had no choice, and Ashrufat had also said that they had no choice. This is the hallmark of civil wars – when the war has been won, there are very few people who resist to the end.

When the faint light of dawn fell on the corpses that strewn through the fields, Byron's army would cease to exist.

......

I don't know how Byron sent out the code, but in the next moment, he felt the chaos of the magic wind.

This is the effect of the Demon Breaker Scroll, which can directly interfere with magic, making all efforts to extract the wind of magic futile. If there are enough Demon Breaking Scrolls, it can even cause the magic winds in a certain area to fall into a state of disorder for a long time, so that all mages can only stand there and stare at each other.

"You're calculating, but you're going to die here!" roared Byron. Ashrufat jumped backwards as he shook off his cloak to cover his body. As he did this, he saw several more pistols in the hands of Byron's four retinues, as if by magic.

The pistol is a weapon that is generally considered unsuitable for the battlefield. The main reason is that it has a short range and poor accuracy. But at short distances, it is really the easiest weapon to carry, the easiest to hide, and the most lethal enough.

Ashrufat jumped out of the door, but he didn't move as fast as a pistol bullet. With a burst of gunshots, his body leaped out of balance, and although he jumped out of the door, he still fell to the ground.

"Hmph, it's faithful enough to die for that little girl!" Byron clearly saw that Ashrufat had been shot. Muskets, even pistols, have a good armor-piercing ability at effective range, and armor cannot stop bullets. But there was something strange about how he covered his body with his cloak. But Byron didn't think much about it at this time.

"Make up for him. He ordered. But in the next moment, Ashruphat jumped up from the ground, and was already drawing his sword.

If he wanted to use this opportunity to kill Byron, he had obviously missed the opportunity. Byron had already left from the side, replaced by two men with revolver muskets in their hands, who had come out of nowhere.

In the next moment, Ashruphat felt a rain of bullets. He covered his upper body with his cape. As he knows, the cloak can block the bullet itself, but it can't neutralize the impact of the bullet. The bullets made him unsteady and staggered back. And in this short period of time, several more people with revolver muskets appeared.

He didn't stand a chance. However, Ashrufat has long been aware of this, don't look at Byron can't fight at all, but this does not mean that Byron has no brains. His cunning just didn't focus on the military aspect, and when it came to framing, bribery, and even assassination, Byron's level was definitely above that of Ashrufat. Since he dared to see Ashrufat, he must have been fully prepared. Trying to assassinate him at the time of meeting is extremely unlikely, if not impossible. So he was not surprised at all about this situation.

He lunged out, tucking his cloak behind him, trying to get more out of the way with the musketeers. In his imagination, there must have been a bunch of men and horses in ambush nearby—hundreds of knights with revolver muskets. And he only needs to wrap his body in a cloak to withstand these bullets. It's not too hard to fight through the crowd......

He stopped, then let out a soft curse.

Byron's ambush was not the expected large group of musketeers, but artillery. Three cannons were really surrounding him from three directions at this time, and the fire gate had already been ignited.