MTL - The King-Chapter 36 Rebel attack

  Chapter 36 Rebel Attack

   Time passed by, and the grey-robed old man's face became more and more ugly. Hungry and highly nervous in ambush for most of the day, it turned out that the enemy just couldn't come through the door.

  Looking at the soldier whose face was flushed from holding back, the old man in gray robe wanted to cry but had no tears. He had clearly received the signal just now, so he asked the soldiers to take the potion of courage, but the enemy just couldn't come over after waiting.

  It's hard to get rid of the water, and now the effect of the medicine has begun to take effect. If the enemy doesn't come again, the effect of the medicine will pass after a while.

   How could the potion that forcibly increases the soldiers' desire to fight have no sequelae?

   No matter how strong the body is, after being stimulated by such madness, it will take a while to slump.

  If the effect of the medicine wears off and the soldiers enter a period of weakness, and the enemy kills them again, it will be the end of the calf.

   Whether to attack by force, this is a question worth thinking about. Although he habitually ridiculed the incompetence of nobles, but as an old loser, how can he not be afraid in his heart.

   Since the birth of the Skull and Bones, in the two hundred years of glorious history, the best tactics have always been crowd tactics. Winning the many with the few, and defeating the strong with the weak, that only exists in legends.

   Bringing 2,000 "elites" to forcibly storm the noble coalition camp with more than 4,000 people is a high-risk thing no matter how you look at it.

   "High Priest, the enemy has not come for a long time, will they be exposed?"

  The words of the middle-aged man made the old man in gray robe look down. Then he shook his head again: "No! I can feel that they are alive and well, if they are exposed, they will never be intact.

   It should be that the enemy commander's life is too extravagant and corrupt, and he doesn't want to hurry when he is full. "

  Thinking of this, the old man in gray robe became very depressed. He never dreamed that the extravagant life of the nobles could be the reason for the failure of the plan.

   "High Priest, the drug's effect time has passed halfway, since the ambush failed, let's attack!

  We have prepared hellfire. As long as we can rush in and burn the enemy's food and grass, we will win this war. "

  The middle-aged man persuaded.

   After finally discovering the enemy's grain transportation team, it was a great loss to just give up in vain, so it's better to simply take a gamble.

  The gray-robed old man is a ruthless man. The tens of thousands of troops in Fort Ethel before can be decisively abandoned, let alone the "two thousand" elite.

   "A strong attack is not done by a wise man. Make the appearance of retreating, deliberately revealing flaws, and lure the opponent to attack."

  Under the eyes of everyone adoring, the rebels withdrew from the woods, and appeared carelessly in sight of the grain transportation team.

  …

  In the camp, Hudson, who received news of the rebels' presence, immediately appeared on the observation deck.

  Looking at the rebel army full of flaws everywhere, Hudson was sure that if he had an elite team in his hands, he would definitely seize the opportunity and take the exploits that came to him.

  As for now, looking at the nervous soldiers, he decisively gave up this tempting idea.

  Opportunities are reserved for those with strength. As for this group of mobs under his command, if they fight out, God knows what will happen.

   "Tie the traitors Gedi and George to the gate of the camp, and the whole army begins to prepare for battle. The archers and spear throwers are arranged in five rows, and the attack will be launched as soon as I give the order."

   After all, his heart softened a bit, and he didn't directly cut off the heads of these two unlucky people. Just for the safety of the camp, they still had to be kept under their noses.

   Watching the enemy move slowly, Hudson was a little dumbfounded. He actually wants to play "lure the enemy", how much does he think highly of him?

   Sticking to the camp, I feel very nervous. Take the initiative to attack, without drinking seven or eight bottles, absolutely dare not think about it.

  After thinking about it, Hudson decided to add some more material to the opponent. Immediately ordered: "Close the gate of the camp, and blow the charge horn!"

  The two are not contradictory. If the regular army is so tossed, they are worried about hurting their morale. But the fifth army in the camp now doesn't need to worry about this at all.

   It wasn't Hudson who was trying to destroy his own prestige. Among the soldiers under his command, there were only a handful of soldiers who could distinguish the meaning of the horn.

   The order is all relying on shouting, and all other methods are useless. If it wasn't for decoration, the trumpeters would not be equipped.

   An embarrassing scene appeared, the charge horn sounded, not only the soldiers of their own camp were confused, but also the enemy army on the opposite side was also confused. They were all serfs who had just put down their hoes, and no one had better knowledge than the other.

  It's fine for the soldiers to be confused, but the key is that the officer on the opposite side also looked confused, and he just didn't respond.

  Seeing this scene, Hudson was dumbfounded. Don't wait for such a playful person, judging the sound of the horn is the most basic military common sense.

   Unfortunately, the rebels just don't have common sense. Originally, I wanted to use the sound of the charging horn to scare the enemy, but in the end, a realistic version of playing the piano against the cow was staged.

   It is certain that if the army rushes out now, it will surely catch the enemy by surprise and gain a lot.

   After hesitating for a while, Hudson still decided to follow his heart. As a pacifist, forget about fighting and killing.

  Watching the rebels leave, no one came out to pursue them. The grey-robed old man who watched from hiding in the woods had a gloomy and terrifying face, and his prediction failed again.

  Starting from the decision to ambush the food delivery team, this is already his third consecutive misjudgment, which completely does not match his status as a wise man of the Skull and Bones Society.

   There is no way out, if you are unlucky, you will meet an opponent at the level of a "gou" king, let him use all kinds of schemes, and he will not move like a mountain.

   "Send down the order, and the whole army storms the enemy camp. Rick, after the outbreak of the war, you lead people to sneak in from the flanks, and use hellfire to burn as much as possible of the enemy's food and grass."

  The old man in gray robe said indifferently.

   There is no way to procrastinate any longer, otherwise the potion expires and the backlash breaks out, and it will be over. He didn't think that the enemy would give up the opportunity to add insult to injury.

   Rather than losing eight hundred "elites" for nothing, it's better to take a gamble. Gritting his teeth, the old man in gray robe picked up the mage's staff and walked out of the woods with a few trusted guards.

  Choosing to act personally is also a last resort. Being able to become the high priest of the Skull and Bones Society depends on unparalleled resourcefulness.

  The last time the Ethel Fortress was completely annihilated, it aroused criticism in the meeting, but it was suppressed by its previous prestige.

  Everything can be one and not two. If he fails for the second time, the short-sighted reckless people in the meeting will definitely take the opportunity to attack him.

  Cult organizations have never been easy to mix. The cruelty of the internal struggle is far beyond the imagination of ordinary people. In Skull and Bones, the loser has no right to live.

  …

   "Come on!"

  Under the effect of the potion of courage, the rebel soldiers showed a super-moving and fearless spirit, shouting slogans and charging towards the camp.

  (end of this chapter)