Chapter 190: Night Raid, Burning the Granary!

"Master Governor! No!" Vittel knelt on one knee and said earnestly, "You are the backbone of the whole city, in case you have any mishaps, Sunset City will really be finished! Please withdraw your order! If anyone goes, let me go!"

"General, please get up." Roko helped Vittel up and shook his head, "This plan can only be executed by me. Because only I can tear open their defense line in the shortest time and cause the greatest destruction. And—"

He paused, a flash of pride in his eyes: "Also only I have the confidence to bring my people back alive."

This confidence infected everyone present.

Looking at this young Governor who was too young, a strange confidence suddenly surged in their hearts.

Perhaps, this man who could always create miracles could also do it this time.

Silas, who had been silent, finally spoke at this time.

"Master Governor, since you have already decided. Then, the Commercial Alliance will provide you with all possible support." He walked to the sand table, took out a smaller piece of sheepskin paper from his bosom, and spread it on the sand table.

"This is the detailed defense map of the enemy camp drawn by our people just this afternoon. Including their patrol routes, sentry positions, and the weakest links of the granary and craftsman camp."

Silas pointed his finger on the map: "The granary is guarded by a team of five hundred infantry, and the craftsman camp is crowded and messy, so the defense is looser. I will arrange for our people to create some chaos on the east side of their camp at the third quarter of the hour of the rat, attracting the attention of some patrol teams."

Roko looked at the detailed map, a look of approval in his eyes.

"Master Silas, you always give me surprises."

"For our common interests, Master Governor." Silas smiled slightly.

With the intelligence support of the Commercial Alliance, the success rate of this plan was undoubtedly higher.

Roko no longer hesitated, he turned around and gave orders to all the generals.

"General Vittel!"

"The subordinate is here!"

"After I leave, the defense of the entire city will be under your full command! Before I return, no matter what happens, you are absolutely not allowed to leave the city!"

"Yes!" Vittel straightened his chest and shouted loudly. He knew that the only thing he could do now was to guard the city well so that the Governor would have no worries behind him.

"Master Silas!"

"Here."

"The public opinion in the city is left to you. Stabilize the hearts of the people and don't let panic spread."

"Please rest assured, Master Governor."

After arranging everything, Roko turned and walked toward the door. When he reached the door, he stopped and looked back at the crowd, a relaxed smile on his face.

"Gentlemen, wait for my good news."

After speaking, he strode into the night.

In the command room, everyone looked at his disappearing back and remained silent for a long time.

For a long time, General Vittel let out a long breath and muttered to himself: "Madman—truly a thorough madman." But in his eyes, a flame named "hope" was burning.

Half an hour later, at a remote corner under the north wall of Sunset City.

Three hundred knights wearing black heavy armor and covered with ferocious face masks had gathered silently. The warhorses under them had their hooves all wrapped in thick cloth, and their mouths were also fitted with bits, not making a single extra sound.

They were Roko's trump card, the three hundred Storm Knights.

Every knight's body exuded cold murderous intent, as if they were not living people, but death gods walking out of hell.

Roko flipped onto his horse; he did not do any pre-battle mobilization, just drew the long sword from his waist, the blade flashing with bloodthirsty light under the reflection of the torch.

His cold voice reached the ears of every knight clearly.

"Target, enemy granary, craftsman camp."

"Mission, burn everything, smash everything, leave nothing behind."

"Set off!"

Following his order, the heavy water gate in front opened slowly with a tooth-aching "creak" sound, revealing a slit.

Roko took the lead and drilled out first.

Three hundred Storm Knights, like a black shadow, merged into the boundless darkness outside the city silently, exposing their fatal fangs toward the sleeping giant beast.

The night grew deeper.

The cold moonlight spilled onto the earth, plating everything with a pale layer.

On the wilderness outside Sunset City, three hundred black ghosts were traveling rapidly. They used the cover of the night and complex terrain to approach their prey silently, like a group of the most experienced hunters.

Roko took the lead; he was almost integrated with the warhorse under him, pulling out a faint afterimage in the dark. His senses were elevated to the extreme, and the movement of the wind and grass around him was clearly reflected in his mind.

The Commercial Alliance's intelligence was very precise; they perfectly avoided one patrol team after another. Occasionally, there were sentries that really couldn't be avoided, and before they could issue an alarm, they were cleanly solved by a silent sleeve arrow shot from the dark, or a big hand suddenly covering them from behind.

The Storm Knights showed astonishing discipline and professionalism; the team of three hundred people acted like one person, and except for the slight sound of hoofbeats on the soft mud, there was no other noise.

Soon, they successfully bypassed to the rear of William's army.

Across a small forest, the huge military camp in the distance was already in sight. Countless camps stretched continuously, extending to the end of the line of sight. Most of the bonfires had been extinguished, and only a few were still burning, reflecting the figures of soldiers patrolling in the camp.

Roko raised his hand, and the entire team stopped instantly; three hundred knights stood like sculptures, lurking quietly in the dark.

He took out the map Silas gave him from his bosom and corresponded it with the scene in front of him one by one.

"Hart." Roko shouted in a low voice.

"Here, Master." Knight Captain Hart urged his horse forward, his voice extremely low.

"You take one hundred and fifty people and go in that direction to the east." Roko's finger slid across the map, "That is their craftsman camp,"

"piled with wood and various semi-finished siege equipment. Remember, don't get entangled in battle, use the fastest speed to ignite everything for me, and then retreat immediately."

"Understood!" Hart nodded heavily.

"The rest, follow me." Roko's gaze turned to another direction, his eyes becoming incomparably cold, "Our target,"

"is their granary!"

Compared to the craftsman camp, the defense of the granary was much tighter. It not only related to the rations of the twenty thousand-strong army, but also piled up a large amount of wealth forcibly collected from nearby villages and towns.

"Remember our plan." Roko exhorted one last time, "Once successful, return along the original path immediately, we will meet at Red Stone Slope ten miles outside the city. If you encounter obstruction, don't get entangled, kill your way out!"

"Yes!"

Hart took half of the manpower and quietly broke away from the team, like a black stream, merging into the darkness on the other side.

Roko took the remaining one hundred and fifty people and continued to sneak toward the granary.

The closer they got, the more tense the atmosphere in the air became. They could even hear the light sound of armor friction when soldiers patrolled in the camp, and the occasional dream talk.

Finally, they arrived at their destination.

In front was an area surrounded by huge round logs, inside which were piled up mountains of sacks. In the air, a mixture of grain and forage permeated.

At the entrance of the camp, a team of soldiers was leaning against the fence and sleeping, only the squad leader in the lead was still forcing himself to pace back and forth.

Roko made a gesture to the knights behind him.

The next moment, more than a dozen black shadows rushed out like ghosts, touching over silently.

That squad leader just felt a chill behind his neck, and before he could make any reaction, the whole person went soft. The other soldiers were also ended in their sleep.

The whole process did not make a single sound.

Roko waved his hand, and the knights rushed in immediately; they untied the fire oil bags that had been prepared long ago from the saddles and skillfully poured them on the mountains of grain and grass.

The pungent smell of fire oil quickly permeated the air.

At this moment, on the east side of the military camp, a burst of noise and the sound of weapons colliding suddenly came!

"Catch the assassin!"

"Someone is breaking into the camp!"

Shouts of killing rose to the sky, instantly breaking the silence of the night.

That was the people Silas arranged taking action; they successfully attracted the attention of most of the patrol teams.

"That's now!" A cold light flashed in Roko's eyes, he took out a fire folder from his bosom, blew it bright, and threw it fiercely onto a sack soaked in fire oil!

"Boom!"

The flames soared into the sky, instantly illuminating the entire night sky!

"Do it!"

More than a hundred knights threw the torches in their hands at the same time,

In an instant, the entire granary turned into a sea of fire! The raging flames, under the blowing of the evening wind, spread rapidly, swallowing one pile of grain and grass after another! The firelight reddened half the sky, and the rolling thick smoke soared into the sky, clearly visible from tens of miles away.

"Enemy attack! The granary is on fire!"

"Quick, put out the fire!!"

William's entire military camp was like a poked hornet's nest, instantly exploding. Countless soldiers woke up from their dreams, rushed out of the tents in disarray, looking at the soaring firelight, their faces full of horror and bewilderment.

"Kill!"

Roko didn't give them any chance to react at all, he pointed his long sword, and led one hundred and fifty Storm Knights, like a red-hot branding iron, fiercely stabbing into the chaotic enemy army!

"Pfft!"

An enemy general who had just rushed out of the tent didn't even see who was coming before he was beheaded by Roko, and blood sprayed out.

The Storm Knights followed closely, they formed a sharp cone-shaped formation, and with an invincible posture, rampaged in the chaotic military camp.

These elite knights who had been resting and sharpening their weapons, facing a group of sleepy, formation-less ordinary soldiers, were simply tigers entering a flock of sheep.

The black heavy armor ruthlessly knocked away everything that dared to block them. The sharp longswords easily tore open their bodies.

Screams, shouts, rose one after another.

Roko's target was very clear, which was to create greater chaos and buy time for Hart's side.

At this moment, on the other side of the military camp, another even larger firelight rose!

Hart and the others also succeeded!

The fire there was even more violent than the granary side. Countless cut wood, as well as the siege towers that had just been built, became the best fuel. The flames, borrowing the wind, instantly connected into one, forming an insurmountable wall of fire.

"Well done!" Roko shouted in his heart.

"Retreat!"

He didn't linger in battle at all, and immediately gave the order to retreat.

The Storm Knights were like one person, instantly turning their horses' heads, following Roko, and killing their way out in the direction they came.

"Stop them! Don't let them run!"

Finally, some enemy generals reacted, they shouted with all their might, organized soldiers, and tried to intercept this daring cavalry.

However, it was already too late.

Roko took the lead, the long sword in his hand waving a piece of golden light, the Holy Sun Battle Qi like a scorching sun, instantly clearing the enemies in front.

"Those who block me die!"

Like a demonic god, he carved a bloody path straight through the enemy ranks.

The Storm Knights followed closely behind him, constantly expanding this bloody path, and any enemy who tried to surround them would be ruthlessly crushed by them.

Main camp tent.

Marquis William had been awakened the moment the riot occurred.

He wore a commander's robe and walked out of the tent quickly. When he saw the two soaring fires, that face that had always been as calm as an ancient well,

was instantly covered with frost.

"Marquis!"

"Marquis!"

A group of generals ran over in a panic, their faces full of cold sweat.

"What's going on?!" William's voice was as cold as if it could freeze the air.

"It—it's an enemy attack!" A general said trembling, "A—a cavalry of the enemy army, don't know how they sneaked in,"

"and burned our granary and craftsman camp!"

"Trash! A bunch of trash!" William was shaking with anger, he slapped the general on the face, directly knocking him to the ground.

"A camp of twenty thousand people! Actually being sneaked into the heart by a mere cavalry! What are you all doing!"

The old Marquis's anger made the surrounding generals tremble, not daring to breathe loudly.

"People? Caught or not?" William asked, suppressing his anger.

"They—they have already killed their way out, and are—are fleeing toward the north—"

"Chase! Chase for me!" William pointed to the north and roared, "Pass my order! Marcus! You immediately lead all the cavalry!"

"Chase them! I want them to die without a burial place!"

"Yes!" Vanguard officer Marcus took the order, a ferocious murderous intent on his face, and quickly gathered the troops.

William looked at the soaring firelight and then at the black cavalry that was moving away in the distance, his fists clenching and cracking.

He had fought countless hard battles and fierce battles in his life, and he had never suffered such a big loss! Being sneaked into the camp to set fire and burn the granary, this was simply a great humiliation! ===== CHAPTER 191 =====