Chapter 1072: Chapter 658: The Camp’s Battle of Attack and Defense Under the Moonlight_1 Chapter 1072: Chapter 658: The Camp’s Battle of Attack and Defense Under the Moonlight_1 This deafening battle cry, like a sharp wide-blade sword, instantly tore through the tranquil moonlight.
It was like a sudden blow, hitting every single person in the camp, including the middle-aged staff commander.
As everything happened abruptly, before the staff commander, who still had a trace of disdain and contempt on his face, could react.
Under the dark night, countless fiery arrows were already falling from the sky.
These arrows were aided by Anemo magic spells, greatly increasing their range. Although this kind of assistance spell required a lengthy ti to cast and was almost impossible to use continuously.
But as the first wave of attack, it was obviously most appropriate.
Among them, a majority of the arrows were shot from the forest on the side of the camp. This natural barrier, although it could stop the charge of the cavalry, also beca the best cover for the attackers.
The guards that were originally guarding the area had already silently fallen under the sword of the attackers.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
With the first wave of fiery arrows falling with swiftness and force, there was no ti to cover their ears.
Caught off guard, the guards and patrols outside the camp were pierced by sharp arrows, directly pinned to the ground, kicking up waves of dust.
So of them, by chance not hit in a fatal spot, scread in pain. The scorching heat and tearing sensation of the hot arrowheads were unbearable for these ordinary soldiers.
For a mont, the soldiers’ screams in the camp and the battle cries outside beca intertwined, quickly spreading throughout the vast and unguarded camp.
“What’s going on? Who is attacking us?”
In great shock, the middle-aged staff commander couldn’t help but blurt out in panic.
“It’s the banner of Pentium City! The attackers are the cavalry legion of the Great Prince!”
Several surviving guards at the camp gate stumbled back in desperation, shouting loudly.
“Is it really the cavalry legion of Prince Wens? How do those traditional nobles who have just been defeated dare to launch an attack?!”
The shock on the face of the middle-aged staff commander was apparent, as he murmured to himself, “Is it really the trouble stirred up by the new Lord of Cyan City? How could he have such terrifying ans to drive the tiger to devour the wolf?!”
At the sa ti when the mid-aged staff commander was dazed.
All the sleeping soldiers had been awakened by the earth-shattering montum, and they either panicked or confusedly rushed out of their tents.
Because of the excessive haste, most of the soldiers didn’t even have ti to put on their armor, only wearing thin shirts and trousers.
Facing the fully ard attackers and the earth-shaking battle cries outside the camp.
Although the first responsive low-level commanders tried their best to gather, assemble and comfort their soldiers, the atmosphere of panic still spread uncontrollably throughout the camp.
The camp’s urgent and low alarm horn sounded.
Following that, a calm and loud voice resonated, “My warriors of Greyrock City, now so overconfident enemies are attacking our camp. They want to use their axes to chop off our heads and swords to force us to submit, but can the Cold Fla Hunting Tigers be defeated by the attack of the Frost Sheep?”
Needless to say, the speaker was naturally Marquis Eliton.
As the Lord of a city, he naturally knew how to reignite the fighting spirit of the soldiers under such unfavorable conditions.
As a Tier 4 powerhouse, it was an effortless task to make his voice heard throughout the entire camp.
Although he didn’t believe these soldiers, who were rely stepping stones for authority, had the qualifications to be on par with his nobility, in such a crisis, there was no ti for such considerations.
“The enemy has just thrown a punch, trying to shatter our fighting spirit? They’re delusional! Warriors of Greyrock City, pick up your sharp swords, pick up your longbows, since the enemies have co to our doorstep, what cos next is our delightful hunting ti!”
After he finished speaking, an impressive aura surged out from the animal skin tent, and the fully ard Eliton appeared in front of the panicked soldiers, wielding a dazzling wide-blade sword.
Seeing the appearance of their commander, the morale in the camp unsurprisingly rose.
The soldiers with sharp blades and longbows, unable to fully dress, imdiately rushed to their defensive positions under the orders of their respective commanders, like hungry wolves.
“No doubt it’s Marquis Eliton!”
The middle-aged staff commander’s face revealed admiration, as he quickly rushed to Eliton’s side.
“Let’s go. The forest direction must be the main attack of those traditional noble bastards. Although the darkness is not conducive to the archers, as long as we hold on until daylight, the enemies will be nothing to fear.”
Eliton nodded at the staff commander and the other gathered guards, then rushed towards the edge of the camp in the forest direction.
Just within this short span of ti, the attackers outside the camp had already poured in more than a dozen waves of arrow rain into the camp.
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