Chapter 493 - 232: Night Raid on the Royal City (Part 2)
Chapter 493: Chapter 232: Night Raid on the Royal City (Part 2)
What else could he do?
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Prince Trilman had entered the Royal City through a special channel.
The Royal City guards had refused him entry, so he had wasted a lot of time getting in and out.
By the time Prince Trilman emerged from the sewers, it was already late at night. The Prince, along with a few of his personal guards and the general who had escaped with him earlier, returned to their own camp.
Prince Trilman had made it sound good before, saying he was going to take care of some things.
In reality, just like Prince Tallo, he had no resources and couldn’t mobilize the armies outside the city.
The armies outside the city looked numerous, but Prince Trilman knew they were nothing more than a disorganized mob.
Perhaps before, everyone might have listened to him because of the reputation he had built on the central front. But unfortunately, such were the cruel rules of the Beastman Grassland.
After the last defeat, Prince Trilman had almost no prestige left.
"Hm?"
Prince Trilman was sullen, pondering how to break the stalemate, when he suddenly heard a commotion in the distance.
"What’s going on?"
The terrain blocked his view, so Prince Trilman couldn’t see what was happening. He could only rely on his Extraordinary and keen hearing to make some basic distinctions.
’Could it be? The humans have started their attack?!’
At this thought, Prince Trilman’s heart sank.
Although he had used this very possibility to warn Regent King Tallo, in reality, Prince Trilman, as an outstanding military talent, was the one who most hoped the humans were obediently setting up camp and not launching a raid.
Prince Trilman knew all too well the gap between his ragtag troops and the humans on the other side.
"Go, quickly! You, get inside the Royal City and inform the Regent King that the humans might be raiding the camp!" Prince Trilman ordered.
After speaking, Prince Trilman rushed toward his own army.
That was the last bit of power he held in his hands.
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Prince Trilman’s subordinate quickly rushed into the Royal City through the sewers and went to the city wall to find Tallo.
But he saw that Prince Tallo was already standing atop the battlements.
Tallo was born with keen senses. Not long after Prince Trilman had left, he realized something was wrong.
The sound of over ten thousand men on the march was impossible to conceal.
"They’re here," Prince Tallo said grimly.
Prince Tallo hadn’t expected things to develop into the situation he had least wanted to see.
"This..."
"A midnight raid... Are these humans really that confident?" General Hunter asked, his expression one of astonishment.
Hunter was a typical political general, with no proud achievements to his name and very little military talent of his own.
"Your Highness, what should we do now?" General Hunter asked.
"You, go quickly and inform the Senate. I will preside over the situation here."
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「On the other side.」
It had to be said that aside from the few legions guarding the Royal City, the rest of the Tiger Race Royal Court’s forces were truly a ragtag bunch.
Prince Tallo, who was inside the city, already knew the humans were attacking, yet the Tiger Race People outside the city were still completely unaware.
It was only when the moonlight shone on the grasslands before the Royal City that a drowsy, half-asleep Tiger Race Warrior vaguely noticed something amiss up ahead.
Under the moonlight, an army seemed to be advancing toward them, a dense, teeming mass.
At first, the Tiger Race Warrior couldn’t quite believe it. He rubbed his sleepy eyes and stared blankly ahead.
’What is that?’
Doubt filled the Warrior’s heart as his sleepiness gradually faded. With his mind clearing, he looked again.
This time, he saw it clearly. Under the moonlight, an elite, armored human force, like a silent sword, was thrusting toward them!
"Humans! Humans!"
"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"
The human army before him was now less than a hundred meters away!
It couldn’t be helped. The sky was too dark, and he couldn’t see a thing. Robson had even deliberately ordered his soldiers to conceal their movements.
If not for being an Extraordinary of some power, it would have been impossible to detect a Sixth Rank Legion that was intentionally concealing its movements!
Even a Golden Tier Extraordinary would likely have missed them if they weren’t paying close attention.
"Humans! Quick, report to..."
Just as the Tiger Race Warrior was about to descend the watchtower to report to his superior, a sharp arrow, flying from an unknown direction, suddenly struck his head.
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Robson put away his crossbow.
He really hadn’t expected the plan to go so smoothly. Along the way, they had only encountered two or three scouting Rangers, whom Robson had dispatched with just a few arrows.
His grand army had marched right up to the gates of the Tiger Race camp before anyone noticed something was wrong.
Although Robson had just killed the Tiger Race Warrior who spotted them, it was clear that he had already alerted the entire Tiger Race camp. From all directions in the distance, cries of alarm were rising.
Robson had originally wanted to sneak into the Beastman Camp and attack while the enemy was sleeping. Now, it seemed that plan was ruined.
But it didn’t matter.
They were now only a hundred meters apart, which was far better than Robson had expected. He refused to believe that an army that couldn’t even manage proper reconnaissance could possibly assemble in such a short time.
"For Affleck! For the Frank Kingdom!"
Robson drew the sword from his waist. It was the very one Earl Wei Man had given him. Now that Robson’s strength had reached the Golden Ninth Tier, he was a perfect match for this Dragon-slaying Sword.
This night raid was extremely important.
Robson’s plan was to punch through the Tiger Race army in one fell swoop! For some reason, the Tiger Race command hadn’t let their forces from outside the city take refuge inside.
However, Robson was sure that once he got serious and the Tiger Race high command saw his true strength, they would definitely let the forces outside into the city. After all, if they didn’t let their own people in to help defend the walls in that situation, there was only one possibility: the Tiger Race leadership was brain-dead.
Once the Tiger Race Warriors outside were let into the city, the subsequent battle would be much harder to fight.
Even a goblin, with the defense of a city wall, could hold back a human soldier, to say nothing of these Tiger Race People from outside the city.
Outside the walls, these Tiger Race People were a disorganized mob. But once inside, that might not be the case. With the protection of the walls, their combat effectiveness would be amplified immensely!
That was why Robson chose to personally lead the charge this time, entrusting the command of the rear army to Bo Yang instead.
One must not be afraid to risk themselves when undertaking great deeds. To his warriors, he, Lord Robson, was a morale boost.
Thanks to Robson’s previous "spiritual education," the entire army now shared a common belief: as long as Lord Robson led the charge, they would definitely win—and win big!
One must not be afraid to risk themselves for a great cause; Robson knew this well.
As for what would happen if things went south?
For this attack, Robson had deployed all his elites. The core was about seventeen hundred Tier Six Soldiers, the vanguard was a super-legion of about four hundred, the follow-up force was five thousand Tier-Five Gnolls, and the external reinforcements were the Fengman Knight Order—four regiments with a fifty percent Tier-Four rate—plus endless Alien Race Warriors.
Robson wouldn’t dare gamble with his own reputation. Since he was personally leading the charge, he had to make thorough preparations. With this kind of force composition, even if they couldn’t break the enemy, they wouldn’t lose.
As long as they didn’t lose, the propaganda department could work its magic, the battle report would be passable, and the glorious image of him, Lord Robson, would be protected.
"Victory to our Lord! Victory to Affleck!"
At that moment, the soldiers following close behind Robson all drew their swords and roared.
For the soldiers, it had been a long time since their Lord had personally led a charge. Everyone knew that when Lord Robson led the way, the merit points earned were much higher!
Even better, if they were lucky and performed exceptionally, they might be noticed by the Lord himself and be directly recruited into the Personal Guard Team. Once in the Personal Guard Team, they’d come out as a squad leader at the very least...
"Break formation! Squads, charge! Attack!" Robson roared, then led the charge himself.
Not wanting to be left behind, the warriors received their orders and immediately formed groups of three with the complementary unit types around them, charging forward behind Robson.