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Chapter 64.2: Winter of the Knights (1)
As night fell, both sides rested. However, while one side rested comfortably, the other trembled with anxiety.
Johan approached the enemy camp with about a dozen men. The watchmens screams were visible in the light of their torches.
You sons of b*tches! Better to attack!
If youre going to come, do it like a knight, what are you doing!
The weary mercenaries struggled, but Johan ignored them.
To torment the opponent without fighting.
Johan could do such things as much as he wanted. The knights admired him for this.
If Johan had been a dishonorable mercenary, they would have scorned such tricks as petty. But Johan was already a knight who had proven his honor. This was an amazing stratagem.
.
. . .?
Johan, harassing the enemy with Karamaf, sensed something odd.
Having done this for days, he felt a sense of unease. Torches and people moving in the darkness.
Whats changed?
!
Could it be. . .
Johan shuddered at the thought that came to mind. But it seemed highly probable.
Lebuten wasnt far. The Marquis could have just slipped away.
Prepare to charge!
!
Ready, sir!
Though only about a dozen, they charged towards a camp of nearly a thousand, but the knights stood unfazed behind Johan.
Charge!
Johan realized it was time again to surrender to instinct rather than reason. His instinct now was to ransack the enemy camp with his knights.
Right now!
Charge!
Its an attack!!! Attack!!
Soldiers screamed and scattered in all directions. The days of harassment had paid off. Their formation was barely in place.
Thudding hooves echoed through the camp, and the knights shouts rattled eardrums. They relentlessly struck down mercenaries clad only in light garments.
Dont scatter, to the center! Find the Marquis!
Johan was cautious, but no organized counterattack came. Instead, soldiers scattered like frightened rabbits.
No one thought this assault was just a dozen men. They believed it was a total attack by those who had been pursuing them for days.
Sir! Found it!
I express my respect for the knights loyalty. Lets meet in Lebuten!
Not so, Marquis!
Marquis left immediately. The knights dispersed and began to change direction one after another. The servants and slaves remained in place. They had no horses to escape on.
The knights division was soon known to Johans group.
Servants and slaves trembling in surrender, and horse hooves scattering in all directions.
Karamaf also growled and tilted its head in confusion.
. . .Damn. Do we have to leave it to luck here?
God will take care of us, sir.
The knights, although not entirely believing, seemed intoxicated with victory.
How could they have shattered the enemy camp and chased after Marquis without divine care?
Alright. Lets go! If God is watching over us, we might catch Marquis!
Of course, that was not the case.
Johan found only five knights in the direction he chased. None looked like Marquis.
Tsk.
Those around Johan also showed disappointment. Knights had value, but they were mere substitutes for the real target.
Unaware of such materialistic thoughts, Marquis knights steeled their resolve.
I am Marco of the Algaro family. Reveal your identity!
Johan casually wielded his weapon, ready to knock down anyone. They had the numerical advantage.
Sir!
Why? Do you want to confront him?
That man is the son of the Marquis!
Johan was puzzled by the knights words.
Isnt he from the Algaro family?
Hes a b*stard son.
In cases of noble b*stards, it was common to send them to other families. It was the best scenario for b*stards to still receive noble treatment.
Is he a favored one like Stephen?
Not really.
I see.
Johan was disappointed. If that were the case, he wouldnt have been brought to the battlefield like this.
As Johan and the knight murmured, Marco shouted out.
Reveal your identity!
Johan of the Yeats family.
With those words, Johan charged. He intended to capture these knights since Marquis seemed to have escaped.
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Chapter 64.2: Winter of the Knights (1)
As night fell, both sides rested. However, while one side rested comfortably, the other trembled with anxiety.
Johan approached the enemy camp with about a dozen men. The watchmens screams were visible in the light of their torches.
You sons of b*tches! Better to attack!
If youre going to come, do it like a knight, what are you doing!
The weary mercenaries struggled, but Johan ignored them.
To torment the opponent without fighting.
Johan could do such things as much as he wanted. The knights admired him for this.
If Johan had been a dishonorable mercenary, they would have scorned such tricks as petty. But Johan was already a knight who had proven his honor. This was an amazing stratagem.
.
. . .?
Johan, harassing the enemy with Karamaf, sensed something odd.
Having done this for days, he felt a sense of unease. Torches and people moving in the darkness.
Whats changed?
!
Could it be. . .
Johan shuddered at the thought that came to mind. But it seemed highly probable.
Lebuten wasnt far. The Marquis could have just slipped away.
Prepare to charge!
!
Ready, sir!
Though only about a dozen, they charged towards a camp of nearly a thousand, but the knights stood unfazed behind Johan.
Charge!
Johan realized it was time again to surrender to instinct rather than reason. His instinct now was to ransack the enemy camp with his knights.
Right now!
Charge!
Its an attack!!! Attack!!
Soldiers screamed and scattered in all directions. The days of harassment had paid off. Their formation was barely in place.
Thudding hooves echoed through the camp, and the knights shouts rattled eardrums. They relentlessly struck down mercenaries clad only in light garments.
Dont scatter, to the center! Find the Marquis!
Johan was cautious, but no organized counterattack came. Instead, soldiers scattered like frightened rabbits.
No one thought this assault was just a dozen men. They believed it was a total attack by those who had been pursuing them for days.
Sir! Found it!
I express my respect for the knights loyalty. Lets meet in Lebuten!
Not so, Marquis!
Marquis left immediately. The knights dispersed and began to change direction one after another. The servants and slaves remained in place. They had no horses to escape on.
The knights division was soon known to Johans group.
Servants and slaves trembling in surrender, and horse hooves scattering in all directions.
Karamaf also growled and tilted its head in confusion.
. . .Damn. Do we have to leave it to luck here?
God will take care of us, sir.
The knights, although not entirely believing, seemed intoxicated with victory.
How could they have shattered the enemy camp and chased after Marquis without divine care?
Alright. Lets go! If God is watching over us, we might catch Marquis!
Of course, that was not the case.
Johan found only five knights in the direction he chased. None looked like Marquis.
Tsk.
Those around Johan also showed disappointment. Knights had value, but they were mere substitutes for the real target.
Unaware of such materialistic thoughts, Marquis knights steeled their resolve.
I am Marco of the Algaro family. Reveal your identity!
Johan casually wielded his weapon, ready to knock down anyone. They had the numerical advantage.
Sir!
Why? Do you want to confront him?
That man is the son of the Marquis!
Johan was puzzled by the knights words.
Isnt he from the Algaro family?
Hes a b*stard son.
In cases of noble b*stards, it was common to send them to other families. It was the best scenario for b*stards to still receive noble treatment.
Is he a favored one like Stephen?
Not really.
I see.
Johan was disappointed. If that were the case, he wouldnt have been brought to the battlefield like this.
As Johan and the knight murmured, Marco shouted out.
Reveal your identity!
Johan of the Yeats family.
With those words, Johan charged. He intended to capture these knights since Marquis seemed to have escaped.
Chapter 64.2: Winter of the Knights 1As night fell, both sides rested. However, while one side rested comfortably, the other trembled with anxiety.Johan approached the enemy camp with about a dozen men. The watchmens screams were visible in the light of their torches.You sons of b*tches! Better to attack!If youre going to come, do it like a knight, what are you doing!The weary mercenaries struggled, but Johan ignored them.To torment the opponent without fighting.Johan could do such things as much as he wanted. The knights admired him for this.If Johan had been a dishonorable mercenary, they would have scorned such tricks as petty. But Johan was already a knight who had proven his honor. This was an amazing stratagem... . .?Johan, harassing the enemy with Karamaf, sensed something odd.Having done this for days, he felt a sense of unease. Torches and people moving in the darkness.Whats changed?!Could it be. . .Johan shuddered at the thought that came to mind. But it seemed highly probable.Lebuten wasnt far. The Marquis could have just slipped away.Prepare to charge!!Ready, sir!Though only about a dozen, they charged towards a camp of nearly a thousand, but the knights stood unfazed behind Johan.Charge!Johan realized it was time again to surrender to instinct rather than reason. His instinct now was to ransack the enemy camp with his knights.Right now!Charge!Its an attack!!! Attack!!Soldiers screamed and scattered in all directions. The days of harassment had paid off. Their formation was barely in place.Thudding hooves echoed through the camp, and the knights shouts rattled eardrums. They relentlessly struck down mercenaries clad only in light garments.Dont scatter, to the center! Find the Marquis!Johan was cautious, but no organized counterattack came. Instead, soldiers scattered like frightened rabbits.No one thought this assault was just a dozen men. They believed it was a total attack by those who had been pursuing them for days.Sir! Found it!I express my respect for the knights loyalty. Lets meet in Lebuten!Not so, Marquis!Marquis left immediately. The knights dispersed and began to change direction one after another. The servants and slaves remained in place. They had no horses to escape on.The knights division was soon known to Johans group.Servants and slaves trembling in surrender, and horse hooves scattering in all directions.Karamaf also growled and tilted its head in confusion.. . .Damn. Do we have to leave it to luck here?God will take care of us, sir.The knights, although not entirely believing, seemed intoxicated with victory.How could they have shattered the enemy camp and chased after Marquis without divine care?Alright. Lets go! If God is watching over us, we might catch Marquis!Of course, that was not the case.Johan found only five knights in the direction he chased. None looked like Marquis.Tsk.Those around Johan also showed disappointment. Knights had value, but they were mere substitutes for the real target.Unaware of such materialistic thoughts, Marquis knights steeled their resolve.I am Marco of the Algaro family. Reveal your identity!Johan casually wielded his weapon, ready to knock down anyone. They had the numerical advantage.Sir!Why? Do you want to confront him?That man is the son of the Marquis!Johan was puzzled by the knights words.Isnt he from the Algaro family?Hes a b*stard son.In cases of noble b*stards, it was common to send them to other families. It was the best scenario for b*stards to still receive noble treatment.Is he a favored one like Stephen?Not really.I see.Johan was disappointed. If that were the case, he wouldnt have been brought to the battlefield like this.As Johan and the knight murmured, Marco shouted out.Reveal your identity!Johan of the Yeats family.With those words, Johan charged. He intended to capture these knights since Marquis seemed to have escaped.
