Chapter 388: Why Does He Like to Ambush at Midnight Every Time!

"Damn it, how can there be so many orcs?"

"I understand now. These damn orcs must have done this on purpose. Just now, to prevent us from being scared away, they deliberately hid their strength. Now that we are completely surrounded, they have released all their remaining forces!"

"Despicable and shameless, these green-skinned freaks!"

So you only realized it now?

Looking at the nobles cursing loudly, Gervas smiled without speaking; these few fellows were a bit slow to react!

"What should we do? What should we do now? Can we retreat?"

"It seems we can't. The outside is full of orcs. If we dare to walk out of the camp, we will only be surrounded by orcs!"

The nobles were so anxious they stamped their feet, wanting to run but knowing there was no way out.

With no other plan, they finally looked at Gervas.

"Viscount Gervas, what should we do now?"

"Everyone, the only option now is to fight to the death! Either the orcs die, or we perish!" Gervas was very straightforward.

Several nobles couldn't help but tremble.

Nobles value their lives the most!

Of course, after cherishing their lives, realizing they had no choice, they finally made up their minds.

"Damn it, fine, I'll listen to Gervas. Since we're all going to die anyway, I, Mil, will fight these green-skinned orcs to the end!"

"That's right, I, Ian, will also fight these green-skinned freaks to the end. Even if we die, we must die gloriously!"

"That's right, let's fight them to the end!" The other nobles quickly agreed.

Gervas nodded.

Usually cowardly as they were, when the time came, they weren't without the courage to fight desperately.

And this was also the way of survival for most minor nobles.

"Everyone, don't be too discouraged. With our efforts, there is still a possibility of holding back the orcs!"

"Moreover, with such a huge commotion from the orcs, perhaps reinforcements will arrive soon!" Gervas spoke to comfort them.

Mil and the others immediately looked at Gervas with gratitude. "Gervas, thank you so much. Even at a time like this, you are still comforting us!"

"Yes, Viscount Gervas, although you are clearly the youngest among us, you are also the most outstanding!"

"To be honest, we really admire you. Facing such a desperate situation, you can still remain so calm!"

"Heh! It's just a habit!"

Looking at those sincere eyes, Gervas actually felt a bit embarrassed.

If these fellows knew he had actually made arrangements in advance, who knows what the effect would be.

However, he thought it would be better not to let them know.

Next, everyone wasted no time and personally led their subordinates to resist desperately.

Gervas also ordered the spearmen to move out, thrusting their spears through the pre-prepared wooden wall openings.

In addition, twenty ballistae were also put into action, five placed at the base of the wooden wall and fifteen hidden in the darkness of the camp, waiting for orders.

"Roar! Charge up and kill all these two-legged sheep!"

At this moment, Babik had just arrived at the camp with his subordinates. With his roar, the remaining seven hundred orcs joined the battle.

"Look over there, isn't that orc the orc leader from the Green Valley that day?"

"Eh, it really is him. I remember the bone ornament on his neck!"

"This guy, I didn't expect to run into him again. He's too despicable. Why does he like to ambush at midnight every time?"

At this time, Mil and the others also saw Babik, who was commanding and roaring, and immediately recognized him.

Under normal circumstances, the appearance of a Behemoth orc looks much the same in the eyes of humans.

The only way to distinguish them best is their clothing and adornments.

"Roar!"

Babik also saw Mil and the others pointing and talking about him.

He also recognized these few nobles and immediately grinned to show off to them.

"Despicable fellow! Don't get cocky. We absolutely won't let you succeed so easily!"

"That's right! This damn green-skinned beast!"

The nobles also gritted their teeth and cursed at the outside.

And just as both sides were extremely red-eyed, the battle began to intensify.

At the same time, in a forest several miles away, a force of five thousand men was hidden there.

This was the Marquis Marquis Aosiding family force, lying in ambush in the dark.

"Young Master Adams, I wonder what we are waiting for here? It is already midnight. Can we return to the camp?"

"Commander Daryl, I am waiting for the orcs!"

"Wait... wait for the orcs? Young Master Adams, how could there be orcs here? There is still a checkpoint ahead of us. If the orcs want to come over, they must first pass that checkpoint!"

"That's right, Commander Daryl, I am just waiting for the orcs to attack that checkpoint..."

"Uh..." Commander Daryl was instantly choked.

He actually didn't like this young master very much.

Because he was too cowardly.

In his opinion, the one who could become the next Hou Jue in the future would definitely need to be wise, brave, decisive, and brilliant.

In short, absolutely not like Young Master Adams.

Although recently he heard that Young Master Adams had done well at sea, leading the family navy to sweep away the pirates along the Marquis Marquis Aosiding family's coast.

But who knows if that merit was deliberately yielded by the Navy.

Moreover, what are a few pirates compared to these beastmen on land?

As for today, the news he received was to accompany his young master out of camp to familiarize himself with the troops and train.

Regarding the Hou Jue's order, of course, he was obedient.

Originally, he thought that accompanying his young master for a run would be enough before returning.

He never expected his young master to have the subordinates squatting in this thicket for over four hours; it was already midnight.

One must know that a great battle will surely occur for the main army the day after tomorrow; wasting the soldiers' energy at this time is very unwise!

So, he hinted several times, but his own young master took no notice.

Now, he had even given the absurd answer of waiting for beastmen.

Beastmen are not wild beasts that come whenever called.

If they truly mobilized, it would surely be in the tens of thousands.

Such commotion would surely stir the Northern Army.

How could it be that only the Marquis Marquis Aosiding family mobilized quietly?

"Young Master Adams, forgive me for speaking bluntly, but I feel that the main army will surely engage the beastmen in a great battle the day after tomorrow!"

"At that time, there will surely be no shortage of opportunities to fight them."

"And now, it would be better to let the soldiers rest well for two days, so that they will have the strength to kill more beastmen then!"

This was bold speech to make.

After all, this is a world with such strict hierarchy.

Of course, among this, besides Commander Daric not believing in this eldest young master and feeling he was tormenting the soldiers,

there was also his overly straightforward personality.

And Adams also knew Commander Daric's personality; he was one of the few retainers in the family who did not take sides.

Whether it was El or himself, he treated them fairly, listening only to his father's orders.

So, he was not angry, but prepared to explain, "Commander Daric, I know you do not believe, but today I received..."

"Young Master Adams, look over there, firelight, there is firelight over there!"

Just then, a cry of alarm came from the branches overhead.

Adams' face lit up with joy, and he quickly climbed to the top of the large tree branch.

In the next moment, he indeed saw a vast expanse of firelight appearing in the northwest direction.

Afterwards, the faint sound of shouting and killing could be heard coming.

And that place was precisely the Grey Stone Bridge Camp.

"They're here! The beastmen have really come!"

Adams showed a look of joy.

The appearance of the beastmen meant that Lord Harry's intelligence was accurate.

Therefore, next, he would not only be able to give an account to his father, but also gain considerable merit.