A moment earlier.
Roland Davis stared at the Widow Bay camp, his face twisted with frustration: "Damn it, how could this happen?"
As a member of the Davis family, he was well aware of their family's strategy.
The plan was to distract the Sotos family's main force with a large force, while a smaller force would travel downstream and take Sotos Castle by surprise within a day. Then, they would unite and annihilate the Sotos family!
However, a small unit happened to stand in the way of their path.
The terrain of Widow Bay was extremely unfavorable for them. Once barricaded and fortified, it would be difficult for a few hundred people to break through in a short time!
Fortunately, according to the scout's intelligence, there was only a small team stationed at Widow Bay, with few in number and weak in strength.
"We must ambush because it would be very difficult to capture the camp head-on with only a few dozen people guarding it."
Roland looked at his own team and gained some confidence, after all, he had the support of a true knight!
"Uncle Saliba, it's up to you now."
He looked at the muscular and fully armored knight beside him and whispered softly.
"Don't worry!"
Saliba revealed a bloodthirsty smile: "Although it's easy to get lost at night, as long as I get in, victory is guaranteed!"
It's tough to soothe the anxiety of a group in the dark, full of fear. Once an attack is launched, the enemy might directly scatter and collapse.
Aaron didn't shout out an enemy raid immediately, for the same reason.
He also knew that the militia under his command were essentially farmers, and once they panicked, it would be chaos, and everything would be over.
However, at this moment, each small team leader called out, and the militia picked up their weapons. Though nervous, they didn't fall into chaos.
"There's an enemy ambush, let them come closer before we attack!"
Aaron picked up a bow and arrow and gave his orders in a low voice.
Ancient people, who seldom ate meat, generally suffered from night blindness, making night raids very difficult.
As for the famous night raid cases? They were just so rare!
However, being a meat-eating noble, he didn't have this problem. With the moonlight, he quickly determined the size of the enemy.
"There are less than a hundred of them. We have the stronghold and the geographical advantage, and it's night. Most of the enemies are blind in the dark, and some even have to hold on to their comrades to move forward..."
He slowly pulled back the bowstring, identifying the two leaders.
One of them was wearing armor, so he immediately passed over him, aiming at the young man beside him.
...
"Soon, very soon..."
Roland's emotions were incredibly stirred. As long as they took the camp, he would be the greatest contributor to the capture of Green Forest by his family!
By then, even being ennobled as a knight would be possible!
Roland charged into the camp without any obstacles, using his long sword to slash through a tent. But there was no one inside.
His expression changed instantly, and goosebumps rose.
Right at that moment, torches were lit all around.
A group of farmer soldiers armed with weapons occupied favorable terrain, staring at him with dead-eyed gaze.
"No!"
Roland screamed, and then saw a young man on the opposite side, holding a bow and releasing an arrow from above.
Whoosh!
An arrow's shadow flashed by, piercing straight through Roland's thigh. He fell to the ground, screaming in pain.
"Close the camp gate and attack!"
Aaron watched the scene, coldly giving the order.
They had the geographical advantage, being at a higher position, and with the barriers. Although they only had fifty people, they could still hold off hundreds of enemies!
The enemy's ambush was exposed, and they were trapped like fish in a net. The camp gate was closed, the enemy forces were divided, and attacked separately. It was a perfect situation where heaven, earth, and humanity were all in harmony!
"Kill!"
Among the farmer soldiers, a few hunters also drew their bows and released arrows. Their aim wasn't as accurate as Aaron's, but they still hit the enemy, causing more chaos among them.
"Damn, are we ambushed?"
Saliba stared wide-eyed, looking at his distressed subordinates.
They were disoriented, full of panic, and constantly retreating, running towards the narrow camp gate. In order to escape, they were willing to trample over their comrades and even turn their swords against their friends, with only one thing in mind: to flee for their lives!
At this point, even though they were of higher quality compared to the militia, they were of no use at all.
"We can't retreat now; that would play right into their ambush!"
Saliba proved himself to be a knight and quickly figured out the situation. He swung his massive sword, cutting down an attacking militia and roared, "Follow me and charge!"
Clash!
Various attacks landed on his armor, leaving only shallow marks. Saliba continued swinging his sword like a whirlwind, about to break through the encirclement, and even headed straight towards Aaron!
Green tried to block the knight's path but was felled by a swing from the latter.
Seeing this, Aaron could only abandon his bow and arrow, pick up his cross-sword, and said, "I made a slight miscalculation..."
His subordinates were so inept that, even in favorable situations, they tended to collapse when faced with an enemy's bravery. For that reason, the planned closing of the camp gate was delayed.
"But it's fine. This way, there's a glimmer of hope for escape, and the enemy won't fight desperately, turning the besieged fight into a fierce battle."
Aaron muttered, lunging forward with his cross-sword, its blade tracing an arc.
Saliba immediately shifted to the left, his huge sword crashing down.
Aaron raised his cross-sword, and the blades clashed in mid-air, creating a violent friction between the metals.
Fortunately, he was holding a cross-sword; if it had been the previous fine stabbing sword, it would have likely snapped already.
Aaron's eyes remained calm, just as during his usual swordsmanship practice, and he began to engage in close combat with Saliba.
He was agile on his feet and dodged quickly, avoiding a head-on confrontation with the enemy, as had been his habit when using a stabbing sword.
Saliba's breath grew heavier after several swings of his sword that failed to connect.
"Opportunity!"
Aaron quickly darted to the knight's back.
Although the armor provided high defense, it also restricted movement and consumed a lot of physical strength.
At this point, Saliba's speed had already slowed down significantly. As soon as Aaron spotted the opportunity, he thrust his sword into the knight's knee joint, penetrating the gap in the armor and drawing a large spurt of blood.
Saliba howled in pain and collapsed on one knee.
"A knight..."
Aaron caught his breath for a few moments but didn't let his guard down. Instead, he flicked away the fallen enemy's sword and thrust his blade directly through the visor of the helmet.
Blood gushed from the gap in the helmet, and the huge body of the enemy knight fell to the ground.
"Knight Saliba is dead!"
"Wild Bear Saliba is dead!"
The soldiers of the Davis family were in utter disbelief at the sight of this, inducing surrender or accelerated escape.
Boom!
At this moment, Ba Zhi finally led his men to seal the camp gate, taking complete control of the situation...