Chapter 413: The Gates of Bokacheng Are Open!

"Of course, this is only a guess—I think there's a decent chance. If you believe it, then get ready!"

Mil and the others naturally believed, even if it was hard to accept—they still made full preparations.

First, they prepared the only knights and elite guards.

So they could react instantly if any sudden change occurred.

On Gervas's side, he also had his spearmen and ballistae ready for action.

Soon, all soldiers were prepared, waiting only for the right wind.

…

While Gervas and his group waited, a scout unit emerged from a tunnel beneath a forest to the left of the main camp.

"How did it go?" the Commander-in-Chief asked, his face full of anticipation.

"Commander-in-Chief, no issues—the stone exit inside the city remains intact; the orcs haven't discovered the tunnel!"

"Excellent! Then begin the operation!"

"Advance!"

Immediately, the twenty-thousand-strong alliance of noble lords, long assembled and waiting, began entering the tunnel.

The tunnel was very spacious—two meters wide and two meters high, allowing soldiers to walk upright.

This was possible only in the north, where rainfall was scarce; in the south, maintaining such a tunnel without collapse would have been extremely difficult!

More than ten minutes later, in several small courtyards in the southern district of Bokacheng, floorboards or wooden tables beneath them suddenly shifted.

With a few crashes, stone slabs shattered, revealing large holes in the rooms.

Immediately, fully armed elite soldiers surged out from these holes.

As more soldiers emerged, they began creeping toward the exits.

Yet Bokacheng was enormous to the orcs, especially since most of their forces were stationed on the walls.

Thus, the orcs inside the city noticed nothing of the southern district's activity.

"Commander Ryan!"

At that moment, Ryan also crawled out through the tunnel.

"Move out—follow the plan. You come with me to the city gate. Remember: open the gate as fast as possible, and let the main army in!"

"Yes, Commander Ryan!"

Then Ryan led eight thousand elites toward the main street.

The remaining forces scattered throughout the city to create chaos and tie down the orc troops.

"Who are you?" No sooner had Ryan and his men reached the main street than a patrol of thirty orcs spotted them.

"Master, we're allies—we're the servant army!" Ryan remained calm, replying to the lead minotaur.

The minotaur immediately lowered his guard; after all, only orc warriors and servant troops were inside the city.

As for the two-legged sheep outside—unless they could fly, they had no chance… wait.

"That's odd—why do all of you have leather armor? Servant troops don't have gear this good!"

As Ryan and his men drew closer, the minotaur, who had just relaxed, grew alert again.

Because the armor worn by Ryan's noble legion was far too conspicuous.

Ryan silently cursed—the minotaur wasn't stupid. Since his identity was exposed, he wasted no time: "Charge! Kill them all!"

"Kill!"

The next instant, shouts of battle erupted as the human army surged forward like a flood, overwhelming the mere thirty orcs.

"Kill!"

Soon, shouts of battle erupted not just on the main street, but across other districts too.

They had heard the commotion—no need to hide anymore; they were meant to be the diversionary force.

Then, these units began setting fires across the city, spreading chaos.

In an instant, flames lit the sky, and cries of battle filled the air.

"What's happening?"

"Commander Moral, it's the two-legged sheep! They've slipped into the city somehow!"

"How is that possible? How many are there?" Moral looked astonished.

"Commander Moral, we can't confirm yet—they're everywhere!"

"Damn it! Send out squads immediately to hunt down these humans inside the city!"

"Yes, Commander Moral!"

…

As chaos erupted inside the city, the forces outside immediately sensed the disturbance.

The lesser nobles, unaware of the plan, were utterly bewildered.

"What's going on? Why is there firelight and shouting inside the city?"

"Yes! Could there be our people inside? But the orcs' defenses are like a iron wall—no one from our side could have broken in!"

"Then who? Could it be the forces on the other flanks?"

"Who cares who it is? If someone's already inside, it's good for us—we just wait!"

"Exactly! Whoever it is, it benefits us!"

The lesser nobles were clearly calculating their own interests very carefully.

Whoever it was, as long as they helped capture the city sooner, it was fine.

Of course, they had no intention of actively supporting those inside—they remained exactly as they were.

"There really is a major move—Gervas, you were right!"

"Yes! Gervas, it must be our people inside, right? Could it be the noble lords' legions?"

Mil was even more astonished than the other lesser nobles.

Because Gervas had predicted this before—but back then, everyone had been skeptical.

Now, the reality unfolded before their eyes, and everyone was wildly excited.

"Gervas, what should we do now?"

"Wait a little longer!"

At this moment, Gervas remained even calmer.

Just then, movement came from the main camp.

"Look! It's the noble lords' legions—they're moving out!"

Soon, a twenty-thousand-strong main force marched out of the camp, heading toward the gates of Bokacheng.

"Let's go to the city gate too."

Seeing this, Gervas no longer delayed—since the main force had moved, the inside must have succeeded.

They headed straight for the main city gate.

It meant the troops inside would open this gate.

Far safer and faster than scaling the walls.

Soon, Gervas and his men arrived first near the city gate.

Yet he did not take the central path directly in front of the gate—he moved slightly to the side.

"Gervas, shouldn't we move closer to the center? That way we can rush in first!" Mil and the others were anxious.

"No. Moving forward won't give us any advantage—it'll only bring danger," Gervas shook his head.

"Danger?" Mil and the others were surprised.

At that moment, the noble lords' legions began arriving one after another, completely occupying the central area before the gate.

The guards of these noble legions stared curiously at Gervas's group.

Because Gervas's men carried no banners, the guards had no idea who they were—only that they were a lesser noble contingent.

When did lesser noble bands start joining our 'high-level game'?

Fortunately, their position was slightly to the side and didn't obstruct anyone, so the legion guards said nothing.

"Kill!"

At that moment, the shouts from inside the city grew fiercer—and closer.

Creak… creak…

The next instant, the grating sound of wooden gates being pulled open rang out.

Slowly, the gates of Bokacheng began to open.