Chapter 214: Night Raid (2)

Chapter 214: Night Raid (2)

“It’s time to play with fire! What are you doing?! Set everything on fire!!”

“This is the camp where the traitor Istvan stays. Let’s turn it into ashes!”

“Kill even one more!”

My northern cavalry, now holding torches, began to set fire to every corner of the Stockholm Kingdom’s campsite.

At the same time, if there were still floundering ones, they were mercilessly killed with swords and stabs.

Moreover, if there were infantry units huddling together, the situation became hellish as they were rammed and trampled to death by cavalry.

Usually, on battlefields, nearby units would come to support in such a situation, but when the camp would be raided without knowing the enemy’s numbers, the only tactic was individual survival.

“Motherless, fatherless bastards! Damn barbarians!”

“How cowardly to attack at night! I’ll tear you limb from limb for not letting us sleep!”

“These barbarians! Dirty, mean barbarians!”

Therefore, those targeted by our northern cavalry were doomed to die without proper resistance or support from their neighbors.

While commanding the cavalry and cutting down enemies from horseback, I felt that I must have killed approximately hundreds of enemies.

The enemy infantry began to gather by regiment and slowly started to press towards us.

If only they had responded more slowly and with some leisure, we could have swept away even more...

“Archers, gather around me! It seems the enemy is coming to their senses, so our fun time is running out.”

Regrettably, being surrounded and killed here would be a dog’s death like no other.

Still, looking closely at the enemy groups by regiment, one could see that almost none, from officers to soldiers, were wearing armor due to rushing out of their sleep.

In other words, out of ten who were hit by an arrow, seven to eight would die or be seriously injured.

Moreover, seeing that they were just gathering and not properly approaching us, it seemed they were very cautious because they didn’t know how many I had brought with me...

“Spread oil around and shoot arrows! There’s no need to aim at them; just shoot wildly at places where the enemy seems to be!”

Upon that command, the archers randomly grabbed things that looked like oil drums, opened their lids, and began to spread oil everywhere.

Then, they mounted their horses again and continued to shoot arrows at the enemy visible around them with their bows.

In a battlefield, it would usually take about ten arrows to kill one soldier, but now, since the enemies were not wearing armor, the effect was very good.

The enemy fell into chaos once again.

“Fire! It’s on fire!”

“Arrows are flying! Shouldn’t we attack them now?”

“How can you say that without knowing how many of them there are? Just hold on!” for new novels

Thus, my archers seemed to find joy in shooting, firing arrows even more wildly.

After a long time of ambushing and raiding the enemy camp, they should be exhausted, but it seemed they had completely forgotten their fatigue due to the excitement.

In fact, from the side, it looked like the more they rode and ran, the more energy they seemed to have.

“It’s quite satisfying to see each shot hit and kill! You bastards, taste the arrows of Elder Altdorf!”

“Can’t even lift a hand or properly move a foot after getting your camp raided? It feels unjust, doesn’t it?”

“Die and be at peace! You forest dwellers of Stockholm!”

Thus, we devastated the enemy until we had shot all the arrows in our quivers, and after about 10 minutes of pursuit, the knights turned their horses around.

While the northern cavalry laughed till their sides split at the sight of the fleeing figures, Anya approached and asked.

“General, should we strike them from behind now? We’ve run out of arrows, but we can kill a significant number of enemy knights with our swords.”

It was a tempting suggestion that really appealed to me.

However, if we were to pursue and attack them now, we would inevitably get closer to the enemy’s main force.

And if our luck ran out, we could end up impaled on the lances of well-armed knights, turning into human skewers...

Regretfully, it would be best to withdraw at this point.

After all, there was a saying that to live a long and healthy life, one should only consume up to 80% of one’s appetite.

“No, it’s better just to rejoin the main force of the Reich Empire’s army as we are. We have already achieved significant feats.”

We had determined the size and position of the enemy, and not only did we invade their headquarters and kill hundreds, but we also set their camp ablaze.

With this alone, the morale of the Stockholm Kingdom’s army must have plummeted from rock bottom to near hellish depths, making this the best effort in a surprise attack.

After ensuring we had distanced ourselves from the enemy’s pursuit, I raised my sword and shouted.

“The empire will never forget your deeds. So, continue to fight your best in the wars to come and seize victory.”

Upon those words, the Northerners responded without a single person missing, with a resounding cheer of victory.

Thus, excluding the time spent sleeping, I continued on with a nomadic-style march atop my horse and returned to the main encampment of the empire’s army.

Upon arrival, I received news that I could hardly believe or wanted to believe.

An unforeseen variable had emerged in relation to this war.

At least it wasn’t the worst-case scenario of the Crown Prince or His Majesty passing away, but...

“Why does the world hate me so much?”

It was a disaster that sufficiently brought such thoughts to mind.