Wandering Knight Start: I have a simple data panel

Roman was moved for half a day, but he didn't feel like being moved anymore that night.

Outside the unfinished camp, traces of Locke's cavalry appeared one after another.

Oh, now they should be called northern cavalry, he always forgets to distinguish between the two.

But there is no difference, these damn cavalry wander around the periphery of the camp like ghosts.

The simple and even unfinished wooden fence is useless.

Fortunately, he has enough soldiers and is not afraid of some scattered cavalry.

He is talented, otherwise he would not be valued by General Gill and trained for many years.

After arranging the night guards and making sure that the scattered cavalry would die if they broke in, he went to rest.

This is strictly the rear, with the City of Sighs blocking in front and General Gill who just left in the middle. He believes that there may be a large number of cavalry coming out, but not now.

In theory, General Gill's army is only half a day away from here, and it is absolutely a risky behavior that is not worth the loss to risk crossing this army.

This is not only a lack of ability, but also a blind mistake.

If it were Derek, he might be blind, but he would never rely on others for his safety. He would never sleep unless he personally sent someone to figure out the situation around him.

Facts have proved that there are also differences between geniuses.

If Roman was really gifted to the point of shocking the world, he would have emerged long ago.

Now, he will pay the price for his trust.

Outside the camp, the cavalry from the Northern Principality were in no mood to sleep.

Having just eaten a meal of dry food, these cavalry were still excited.

A big piece of fat meat was placed in front of them, making the cavalry, who had not had many opportunities to show their faces in the attack and defense of the City of Sighs, very eager to take a bite.

They were not afraid of sacrifice, but on the contrary, they were eager to make achievements in danger.

"Let's do it. The Duke once gave an example. In this case, we can do it once." The young knight waved his fist, spitting: "The enemy is careless and does not take us seriously at all. As long as we rush in, kill and set fire, it will soon cause chaos. The chaotic army is in the dark. You won't understand, right?"

"Martin, this may be a trap. The Holy Cross people can't be so stupid." Someone reminded.

"I believe what I saw." Knight Martin was full of confidence.

"War is not a game."

"Then let me charge first. If it is a trap, I will fight my way out. If not... just do as I say."

Knight Martin believed in his own eyes. This was definitely not a disguise.

The Duke taught so much, but he still couldn't apply it flexibly. Isn't it a waste of learning?

In fact, there are quite a few knights who can see opportunities.

In terms of overall quality, the knights of the Augusta Knights are definitely eight streets ahead of their peers.

But the only one who is absolutely confident is Knight Martin.

Inspired by Knight Martin, he is not the only one who dares to take risks.

You can always believe in the knights of Augusta.

"Let's do it. What is there to be afraid of the Holy Cross people? I have killed enough. At most, I will give them a life."

With the first response, there will be a second one.

The psychological advantage brought by winning every battle allowed them to withstand the pressure at the critical moment.

Strictly speaking, all those present were victims of the Holy Cross Kingdom, and their merits were stained with the blood of the Holy Cross people.

At most, I will give them a life.

Now that the decision has been made, the knights of Augusta will not retreat.

They had brought enough kerosene and made torches.

They took turns to rest for a while, and even the harassing cavalry did not stop acting.

Everything was not unusual for outsiders until the dead of night.

Late at night is when people sleep the most.

After a short rest, the knights of Augusta were particularly excited.

As long as they think about what they are about to do, no one can calm down.

"Wait a minute, I will rush in and create chaos.

Remember, killing is not the goal, we want chaos." Martin buckled his helmet and buttoned it tightly.

"We know that our grades in tactics are not worse than yours." The knights responded impatiently.

Yes, who is not a genius?

The knights of the Augusta family are not weaker than outsiders.

This basic tactical course is absolutely excellent.

Knight Martin smiled, and such a companion made him feel at ease.

On the battlefield, you know how reliable your companions behind you are, and you will naturally have more courage.

Just like now, he knew that even if he stepped into a trap, his companions had the strength to pull him out... or take revenge.

"Northern Knights are invincible."

Martin whispered, this is his belief and pride.

Augusta Knights are the best Northern Knights.

The Holy Cross people are just a string of numbers in the merit book.

Taking a deep breath, he gently urged his mount forward.

The first step was smooth, and he came directly to the outer sentry without being discovered in advance.

The Roman Knights' arrangement is already very complete, not only there is no blind spot, but also they can respond quickly to each other.

When encountering sporadic cavalry, they not only have the ability to warn, but also can quickly support.

Unfortunately, he was facing a large number of Augusta Knights.

Knight Martin suddenly urged his warhorse and took the initiative to speed up before being discovered.

The sudden sound of horse hooves alerted the sentry.

At first, they thought it was just a harassment from a few cavalrymen, so they habitually picked up their weapons...

Then, they saw a row of knights walking out of the darkness, right into the range of the firelight.

Like knights walking out of hell, they whistled over the simple railings and came to the front in the blink of an eye.

The leading knight was extremely fierce, and his warhorse directly knocked the sentry blocking the road away, and the weapon was waving so that people could not make any sound.

"Go in."

Knight Martin shouted, the speed of the raid must be fast.

One step faster, you win.

There were not many obstacles, just like a layer of paper.

"It's not a trap."

Knight Martin had already rushed into the heart of the camp.

Even if staying for a long time might lead to being surrounded and killed, he still jumped happily.

Because he knew that behind him were comrades, absolutely reliable comrades.

Sure enough, while all the soldiers in the barracks were attracted by Knight Martin, several squads of cavalry suddenly attacked.

The night became the best protective color, making the raid very concealed.

The knights of Augusta had experienced similar training and quickly found their positions.

What they wanted to do was not to kill people. How many people could they kill?

They created chaos and made the military camp chaotic. The number of people trampled to death or hacked to death by their own people was ten or a hundred times the number they killed.

And they prepared torches and threw them everywhere.

Soon the camp was on fire.

It added more color to the dark night.

Of course, it also added chaos.

When the soldiers woke up from their dreams, they saw the sky-high flames, the sound of horses' hooves, and the chaotic shouts of killing.

The tense nerves might suddenly break because of a flash of fire or a scream.