Chapter 9

A little while earlier.

Loan Davis stared at the camp at Widow Bay, his face twisted with frustration: "Damn it, how could this be so coincidental?"

As a member of the Davis family, he was well aware of the family's strategy.

Using a large force to tie down the Sotos family's main army, a smaller force would move down the river, taking the enemy by surprise, and could capture Sotos Castle in a day. Then, with inside and outside cooperation, they would completely destroy the Sotos family!

Who would have thought that a force would just happen to be blocking the only path.

The terrain at Widow Bay was extremely disadvantageous. Once a water barrier was set up and the camp fortified, it would be nearly impossible to breach with just a few hundred men in a short time!

Fortunately, according to the scouts' reports, only a small squad was stationed at Widow Bay, with few numbers and weak fighting strength.

"These dozens of men have set up camp, and it's hard to take them down with a frontal attack; we must launch a surprise attack."

Loan looked at his own troops and felt a bit more confident, after all, he had a true knight following him!

"Uncle Saliba, it's up to you."

He looked at the knight beside him, who had donned full armor before the battle, his muscles bulging, and spoke softly.

"Relax!"

Saliba showed a bloodthirsty smile: "It's easy to get lost at night, but as long as I charge in alone, the situation will be decided!"

Group morale is the hardest to calm, and night brings fear. Once the attack begins, the enemy might panic and collapse.

Aaron didn't immediately shout "enemy attack" for this very reason.

He also knew that his militia, fundamentally, were still farmers, and they would easily panic and fall into chaos, which would be disastrous.

However, at this moment, the squad leaders were called one by one, and the militia, though tense, did not fall into chaos as they picked up their weapons.

"There's an enemy night attack. Let them get close before we strike!"

Aaron picked up a bow and arrow and gave the order in a low voice.

Ancient people ate little meat and mostly had night blindness, so a night attack was not easy.

Why are night attack examples famous? Simply because they are rare!

However, as a meat-eating noble, he didn't have this problem. By the moonlight, he quickly determined the enemy's size.

"Less than a hundred men. We have a stronghold, the advantage of the terrain, and it's night. Most of the enemy are practically blind, and some even need to hold onto the person in front to move..."

He slowly drew his bow and aimed at two leaders.

One was wearing armor, so he skipped him and aimed at the other young man.

...

"Almost there, almost there..."

Loan was incredibly excited. If he could take this camp, he would be the greatest contributor to the family's conquest of Green Forest!

At that time, even being knighted would be a real possibility!

Loan charged into the camp unimpeded, slashing a tent with his sword, but found no one inside.

His expression changed instantly, his hair standing on end!

At that moment, torches lit up all around.

A row of armed farmers, occupying advantageous positions, watched him with the eyes of the dead.

"Trouble!"

Loan shouted as he saw a young man on the opposite side, who released an arrow from a high position.

Whoosh!

An arrow flashed, piercing his thigh straight through, causing Loan to fall to the ground, screaming in pain.

"Close the camp gates, attack them!"

Aaron watched this scene and gave the cold order.

They had the advantage of the terrain, the high ground, and a fence. Even with only fifty men, they could resist hundreds!

The enemy's surprise attack being discovered was like walking into a trap. Closing the gates and dividing the enemy forces, then defeating them one by one, was a perfect combination of time, place, and people!

"Kill!"

Several hunters among the farmers also drew their bows. Their aim wasn't as good as Aaron's, but they still hit the enemy, causing more chaos.

"Damn, we've been ambushed?"

Saliba's eyes widened as he looked at his disoriented subordinates.

They were panicked and disoriented, retreating in a frenzy, rushing towards the narrow camp gate, trampling their comrades, and even turning their weapons on each other, with only one thought in mind: to escape!

At this point, even their higher quality compared to the militia was of no use.

"We can't retreat. Retreating now would be walking right into the trap!"

Saliba, being a knight, quickly thought through everything. He swung his large sword, cutting down a militia man who dared to charge forward, and roared: "Follow me!"

Clang!

Various attacks landed on his armor, leaving only shallow marks. This giant swung his sword like a whirlwind, nearly breaking through the encirclement and charging directly at Aaron!

Green blocked the knight's path and was knocked to the ground by a slash.

Aaron, seeing this, had to discard his bow and pick up his cross sword: "A bit of a miscalculation..."

The quality of his subordinates was truly terrible. Not only did they tend to scatter when the enemy's brave warrior charged, but even the action of lowering the camp gates was delayed.

"But it's also good. This way, there's a glimmer of hope for escape, and the enemy won't fight to the death, turning a 'closing the gate to beat the dog' into a 'trapped beast' battle..."

Aaron muttered, then lunged forward with his cross sword, the blade slicing through the air.

Saliba immediately moved to the left, his massive sword falling heavily.

Aaron raised his cross sword, and the two large swords met in mid-air, producing a loud metallic screech.

Fortunately, he was holding a cross sword; if it were the previous thin thrusting sword, it would have broken long ago.

Aaron's eyes remained calm, as if practicing swordsmanship, and he began to engage Saliba in combat.

His steps were very agile, and he dodged quickly, avoiding direct confrontations with the opponent, a habit left from using thrusting swords.

After a few swings of the massive sword that missed, Saliba's breathing had become heavy.

"Opportunity!"

Aaron darted to the side, circling behind Saliba.

Wearing armor, while providing high defense, also made movement difficult and consumed stamina.

At this point, Saliba's speed was far slower than before. Aaron saw his chance and thrust his sword into the knee joint, the blade piercing through the gap in the plate armor, drawing a large amount of blood.

Saliba screamed and fell to one knee.

"A knight..."

Aaron panted softly, not relaxing his guard, but directly disarmed the enemy and thrust his sword through the helmet's visor.

A large amount of blood gushed from the helmet's gaps, and the massive body fell to the ground.

"Knight Saliba is dead!"

"Wild Bear Saliba is dead!"

The Davis family soldiers, seeing this, lost all faith and either surrendered or fled faster.

Boom!

At this moment, Eight Fingers finally arrived with his men, sealing the camp gates and taking complete control...