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Sarit and his soldiers rushed into the enemy's stronghold like a wave, killing everyone on sight. The vanguard was more than a thousand heavy infantrymen of the Valiant Guard.

This is the most elite army under Simon's command. The physical fitness of each heavy armored soldier is no less than that of a bronze warrior.

Like tigers entering a flock of sheep, the enemy soldiers who were still wearing thin cloth armor were helpless to resist, and they were cut down to the ground one by one like wheat.

At the same time, the light balls cast by the Light Technique rose into the air, illuminating the path forward of the army.

"The rebels are attacking the camp! They are attacking the camp!! Run away!!" After a while, the night watch soldiers began to flee.

Many people who were sleeping in the tents were awakened and ran out in a panic. They were killed before they could figure out the situation.

The troops under Simon's command that participated in the night attack were overwhelming. In just half an hour, they defeated most of the Cisse Army's Protector Corps stationed in the north of the camp.

The rest were running around like pigs running for their lives.

"What's going on! What's going on!! What's the noise outside!" Saigel, wearing pajamas, angrily opened the tent and shouted.

The guard outside the door could see through the corner of his eye a few pale and scarred female figures in the tent.

"Your Majesty...Your Majesty...there is a fire in the north, maybe because of water leakage..."

The guard said cautiously, swallowing dryly.

He spent half the night listening to the obscene sex outside, and it was really hard for him to endure it.

"Idiot!! Let Tyrabel put out the fire quickly! We'll take care of him tomorrow!"

Segel turned around to turn back.

"Your Highness!! Your Highness!! Oh no! The rebels are attacking the camp! Something bad is going on. Please retreat first!"

At this time, a knight suddenly ran from the north, followed by dozens of dusty armored soldiers, and shouted anxiously.

"What!!? Didn't you get lost?" Saigel was shocked when he heard this.

"Quick! Move the sword army to the east of the camp to attack! No one is allowed to retreat! I want to live or die with the camp!!"

Segel roared angrily and turned back to the tent.

He went to the bedside to pick up an enchanted one-handed sword, pulled it out and chopped down several pretty women in the tent one by one.

The movement is very natural, as if it has been done many times and is very familiar.

"Who dares to retreat! This is the fate of these bitches!!"

Segel's face was stained with blood and looked very ferocious, giving people the illusion that his eyes were glowing green.

The young knight was obviously frightened and said in a panic: "Yes! Your Highness! I will mobilize the troops now!"

After saying that, he quickly led the soldiers around him and ran towards the east.

"Gather the guards! Gather the defeated troops! Kill those who retreat!"

Someone come! Armor me! ! "Sager shouted.

"Yes yes yes..."

The guards immediately responded and went to work in fear.

Their eyes were all fixed on the enchanted one-handed sword in the prince's hand.

I was afraid that this sword would strike suddenly and kill their poor little lives...

After a while, the guards had just brought in the full-body plate armor and hadn't started wearing it yet.

Suddenly, another knight with blood all over his body rushed forward with his troops, shouting: "The rebels are coming! Your Highness, please withdraw! We can't withdraw if we don't!"

"Presumptuous! Go back and kill the enemy!!" Segel's eyes were red, he pointed his sword at him and shouted.

"Your Highness! Withdraw! The rebels are spearheaded by heavy armored soldiers and cannot resist them!

well! Forget it... let's withdraw! ! Seeing that he could not be persuaded, the heavily armored knight, who was covered in blood, immediately turned around and ran away with the soldiers.

A moment later, Sylde came over with hundreds of soldiers and met the prince's guards, and the two sides immediately started fighting.

Although there are only more than 200 people in the Prince's Guard, their combat power is indeed not comparable to that of the ordinary soldiers of the Protector Corps.

All of them wore armor, and although it was not considered heavy armor, it was still excellent light scale armor lined with chain mail.

The momentum of Sylde and others was actually blocked.

The two sides fought for about ten minutes, causing casualties to each other.

But at this time, the enemy soldiers in this area of ​​​​the camp were almost completely defeated. Sarit and others also led troops to encircle them, and thousands of people surrounded them.

"Sir! This should be the Chinese army's tent!"

"Kill!! Send the order and capture Prince Segel alive!!" Salit immediately ordered after hearing this.

"Yes!!" The soldiers responded and rushed forward like wolves and tigers.

Among them were hundreds of golden warriors equipped with heavy plate armor. Although the prince's guards were elite, they were not equipped with such luxury and could not withstand them at all.

Within ten minutes, he was killed.

In the end, only a lone heavy-armored soldier was left in the middle, spinning around and looking around.

After a while, Segel put his sword under his feet, took off his iron helmet, and threw it away.

The ball of light floating more than three feet above the ground dazzled people's eyes, and he couldn't open his eyes to look directly at it. After a moment of relief, he felt better.

"Your Highness, you have been deceived by an adulterer and have misunderstood our Lord Simon.

Please withdraw your previous edict and execute the traitor Deldi! Sarit saluted him without being humble or condescending.

"Ahahahaha..." Seger heard this and laughed maniacally.

After a long time, he stopped laughing and said solemnly: "A bunch of rebels! Don't think I can't see it!

People in the world think that I am cruel and tyrannical, have no ambition, and only know how to play with women... Hahaha... Today, I will show you how awesome I am! !

Tell my mother! Good job for me! ! No worse than brother Feidi! ! ! "

After Seger finished speaking, he picked up the long sword beside him, held it horizontally, and cut his neck neatly.

Sarit, who had always been calm, saw this and his face changed drastically. He screamed: "Mage!! Quick! Heal!!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a young man of medium build in a brown robe rushed out from behind him, holding a sparkling staff in his hand.

This staff was not professional, but it also had the effect of increasing magic power and saving mana, but the extent was not too large.

He ran to Seger in two steps, raised the staff and began to cast healing spells.

The rest of the honorary knights hurried over to watch.

"My lord! The prince cut off most of his head himself, and my healing spell can't save him..."

After a long time, the middle-level mage shook his head.

Sarit was still stunned.

He didn't understand. He was obviously very polite. What was wrong with this guy? ? It was completely impossible to guess with common sense.

Seger, this guy, doesn't look like a noble at all, he is simply sick...

He took a few breaths and ordered: "Collect the bodies! Others, follow me to kill!! Those who surrender will not be killed!"

"Yes!" Everyone responded and rushed towards the enemy again.

Simon, who was watching from a distance, saw that his soldiers had a great advantage, so he also led more than 600 cavalrymen into the battlefield and began to reap as much as he could...

Soon after, a trace of white appeared on the horizon, and the battle in the camp gradually subsided.

Simon led his cavalry to wander back and forth on the periphery of the battlefield, driving some defeated soldiers back again.

This night attack was a great victory.

And what excited him most was that the more than 2,000 war horses were covered, and the estimated loss was very small.

Simon had already begun to imagine the scene of thousands of horses galloping.

When the sky was completely bright, Sarit and others also gathered all the surrendered soldiers in an open space and counted the losses and gains in detail.

"Hahaha! This battle was well fought. When we return to the Castle of Courage, I will reward the heroes!"

Simon laughed loudly, rode his horse to the knights, dismounted and laughed.

Sarrit hurried over and said with a bitter face: "My Lord Earl! I am guilty! I have bad news to tell you..."