Chapter 387: Beastmen Night Attack on the Grey Shiqiao!

Midnight!

On the opposite bank of the Grey Shiqiao camp.

"Chief Babik, look over there, that is the camp guarded by the humans!"

"The little ones saw the scale of that camp during the day; it holds at most three thousand people!"

In less than an hour, Babik and his group had arrived at the edge of the Grey Shiqiao.

Looking at the wooden camp pointed out by his subordinate and seeing the flags planted on the walls, Babik immediately formed a deep impression.

Although both that night and today were under dim visibility.

Yet those few flags, he would not forget, especially one black-and-white flag: a black background with a white long snake bearing feet; he had seen that same flag that night in the Emerald River Valley!

"Damn two-legged sheep!" Seeing these flags, a surge of anger burst forth in Babik's heart.

Of course, this time failure was absolutely not an option, so he certainly would not act impulsively.

"Immediately investigate the surrounding situation clearly!"

"Yes, my lord Chief!"

Soon, dozens of servant troops used sheep-skin bladders to float to the opposite bank.

They conducted a careful investigation around the area.

About ten minutes later, a servant troop arrived before Babik.

"My lord, the slaves sent to investigate the opposite bank have cleared the situation; there are no ambushes within at least three li around the opposite camp!"

"Excellent! Then begin the attack!"

A smile finally appeared on Babik's face; afterward, with the servant troops as the vanguard, the Beastman army began surging toward the Grey Shiqiao.

"What sound is that?" There were also guards stationed on the Grey Shiqiao, and they had even placed caltrops on the bridge.

The guard on duty vaguely sensed the commotion.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!

But before he could investigate clearly in the darkness what was happening, the sharp whistle of thrown spears came first.

Thud thud thud!

Immediately, most of a small squad of soldiers fell to the ground, their bodies already pierced like sieves.

"Kill!"

In the next moment, the Beastmen no longer hid; amidst the cries of battle, they began charging toward the Grey Shiqiao.

Clang clang clang!

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

Of course, such a huge commotion immediately alarmed the soldiers inside the camp; instantly, urgent alarm bells rang inside and outside the camp.

"What is happening?"

"Yes! Gervas, what has occurred?"

At the same time, inside the camp, Mil, Ian, and others were awakened, each rushing out of their respective tents in panic.

"It is a Beastman attack!!"

"What? Beastmen? These damn fellows, why are they attacking the Grey Shiqiao? Don't they mind the distance?"

"Yes! Our Grey Shiqiao is the most difficult of the three checkpoints to traverse; those Beastmen are simply unreasonable. Gervas, what shall we do now?"

"First, let us go see the situation; if we can hold it, then we must certainly hold it!" Gervas wore a serious expression.

"Very well, Gervas!"

Afterwards, several nobles followed Gervas and hurriedly reached the wooden wall.

When the few arrived atop the wooden wall, a large contingent of Beastman servant troops had already approached this end of the bridgehead.

Those caltrops on the stone bridge could not serve much purpose and had already been pushed into the river.

Believing that before too long, even this side of the bridgehead would be breached by the Beastmen.

"It is Beastman servant troops; this number is at least two or three thousand! However, there seem to be only two or three hundred Beastmen!"

Mil and the others, having seen the situation, calmed down on their faces.

The reason was simple: they did not fear the Beastman servant troops.

Because to them, the servant troops were no different from ordinary serf armies.

What they truly feared were the Beastmen themselves, the Behemoths.

Now, with only two or three hundred Beastmen, the few immediately felt there was no great threat.

Gervas understood clearly: this was a Beastman stratagem, first exposing a small number of Beastman warriors to numb these nobles and prevent him and his group from fleeing.

Of course,

Gervas did not remind Mil and the others either.

Anyway, he had already received a report from Moon-Chaser that Adams had already mobilized.

Therefore, this instead avoided the trouble of him having to persuade Mil and the others to stay.

"My lords, then there is nothing more to say! Fight!"

"Very well, Gervas!"

Mil and the others immediately began deploying troops and issuing orders.

First, they ordered the archers to exit the camp immediately; while the Beastman force was still blocked at the bridgehead, to harvest a few more servant troops.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!

Under waves of arrows, the screams of the servant troops constantly echoed from the stone bridge.

However, these servant troops dared not retreat at all; instead, they pushed the caltrops ahead of them even more frantically, wanting to break through the bridgehead defense line.

Because whoever dared to retreat would absolutely not be spared by the Beastmen behind them.

Seeing the guards at the bridgehead about to collapse, Gervas did not hesitate and immediately issued the order to retreat.

"Retreat!"

At the shout, including Gervas's archers, eighty marksmen and over three hundred serf soldiers quickly withdrew to the camp.

With the bridge's restriction gone, the orc horde finally surged toward the camp's wooden wall.

Their dense numbers, even if only a vassal army, were still very oppressive.

"These fellows are simply too crazy; since they fear no death, why not turn around and fight the orcs who enslave them?" a noble, seeing this, could not help but wonder.

"Half of these vassal soldiers were raised and tamed within orc tribes; they are accustomed to being enslaved by orcs and simply will not resist."

"As for the other half, they either fear the orcs' cruel methods or have family members held by the orcs, so they dare not resist either."

Mil, being well-traveled and knowledgeable, provided the explanation.

After hearing this, everyone fell silent.

"Kill!"

At this moment, the vassal soldiers began their assault on the city.

One after another, simple wooden ladders were propped against the wooden wall.

However, the combat power of these vassal soldiers was obvious; without a significant numerical advantage, relying on themselves, it was absolutely impossible for them to capture the camp.

And the orcs clearly did not intend to rely solely on the vassal soldiers to breach the camp; these vassal soldiers were merely cannon fodder, existing to draw fire.

Roar, roar, roar!

"Ork warriors, charge!"

In the next instant, the three hundred orcs at the rear of the formation also launched a charge.

They dispersed within the crowd of vassal soldiers to launch the assault, immediately causing the defenders to feel the pressure.

"Everyone, do not be afraid; there are only three hundred orcs! We have previously eliminated more orcs than this while following Viscount Gervas!"

"That's right! Everyone, hold back these orcs for me! One orc head, ten silver coins!"

Of course, the nobles remained relatively calm, because previous victories had made them clear that with this number of orcs, as long as they followed Gervas, they could still hold out.

And Gervas naturally smiled without speaking, only hoping that Mil, Ian, and the others would be able to withstand it later.

"Roar! Orc warriors, charge up for me! Tonight, not a single human shall be left!"

Just as Gervas's thought had barely finished, a roar faintly came from outside the camp.

Mil and the others were stunned; were not the orcs all by the camp's edge?

Why did it seem like there was some movement in the distance?

"Ah!"

Just then, a cry of shock suddenly rang out in everyone's ears.

"Baron Boen, what are you shouting? You scared us!" Mil and the others were somewhat displeased.

"You... you look at the other side of the bridge!" Baron Boen had no time to say much, but instead stared with terrified eyes into the darkness on the opposite bank.

Mil and the others' expressions changed; they all turned to look at the opposite bank, and gradually, their faces also turned pale.

"Roar! Kill!"

They saw figures gradually emerging from the darkness opposite; these were green, towering figures.

The numbers were dense, totaling at least seven or eight hundred.

"Orc... orcs! Good heavens, so many?"