The saying "An army marches on its stomach" also held true in the wars of the Pheren Plane, particularly in conflicts involving regular folks. An army of one hundred thousand brought tremendous fighting strength, but it also brought equally massive consumption, especially in a place like the Konola city, which was in a remote border area. Transporting supplies was very difficult, and the local natural resources were almost non-existent.
It was easy to see that Prince William's army would undoubtedly have a large amount of grain and fodder. If these vital grain and hay storages could be destroyed, then even if prince William's 100,000 troops didn't immediately withdraw, It should be impossible for them to surround the Konola City relentlessly. In any case, this straightforward strategy was the best way to deal with the crisis.
"Mage McNeesey's proposed plan is to launch a night attack when the enemy's army and professionals would be exhausted after the fierce battle during the day. He would use an official-level spell to shield the Konola city guards from the enemy's detection and prophecy."
The enemy's only official-level professional was Lunka, a warrior who could only rely on a group of trainee-level mages to gather information. So it would be effortless for McNeesey to block them with his official-level spells.
"After that, the plan was relatively simple and clichéd. Let the trainee-level professionals dive into the enemy's food storage after forming small teams, and then run as soon as possible after lighting a fire. If it were successful, this method would almost completely destroy the enemy's logistics supplies, and after that, even if Lunka were 100 times more powerful, there would be no way to conjure the food needed by the 100,000 armies out of thin air. Then, as long as they could withstand the enemy's onslaught for another day, they could get at least one week of buffer time."
It might be just procrastinating, but there was no other better way right now! If McNeesey wanted to get a chance for her Royal Highness, this had almost become the only choice!
But...there was still one question left now-
Could the remuneration make this group of professionals take action!
"I have to say that there are a lot of good things in the hands of a formal level powerhouse, at least at the trainee-level the knowledge base can be called "rich and plentiful","
Mage McNeesey took out several trainee-level knowledge for the mages to choose, without even blinking an eye. Also, the princess took out some "Royal secret scrolls" and placed them in front of the warriors. Almost all mages and warriors could find some relevant knowledge for themselves, and Punk was no exception!
As a result, a group of men in black clothes silently jumped out from the city wall and scattered into the night under the light of colorful stars.
In order to reduce the possibility of being discovered, the night raid group adopted the form of a three-person team, and a total of eight such teams were spread out, who sneaked into the enemy camp from different directions. Mage McNeesey was responsible for predicting the enemy's supplies' location; therefore, everyone only needed to move towards the confirmed area.
As long as one group of personnel succeeded and the enemy's supplies were destroyed, the mission would be considered successful, and everyone would get their rewards. And for the team who destroyed the granary would get additional rewards. But for whatever reason, if the mission failed, everyone would still get ten gold coins as compensation for their hard work.
"There were two mages and a knight in Punk's group. The mages were Punk himself and a shy-looking boy named Putt. This young boy had just been promoted to apprentice mage and could only cast simple 'secondary fireball' spells. Although his casting ability was very skilled, he still couldn't conceal that he was just a rookie. So the task of setting the fire was undoubtedly taken on by him!"
Regarding the last person, the knight:
"Well, the air beneath this city wall is so hot; it makes people's blood boil with excitement!"
That knight is Kane!
Punk glanced helplessly at Kane, who was still so unnoticeable, and said softly:
"Shut up!"
In the bright night, the brilliance of three moons outlined a circle of silver lines on everyone's bodies. It also revealed the unburied piles of dead bodies. The temperature had dropped due to the numerous fireballs during the day, bringing a chilly wind that blew under the city wall.
The cold breeze rustled their black robes, and their elongated shadows cast a spooky image.
"I didn't mean to do it! But brother Punk! why did you burn these corpses? I'm now hungry after smelling the scent of roasted meat!"
Kane made a very shocking and disgusting remark under the moonlight.
"I say... senior Kane, senior Punk, what is our plan now? This kind of night seems to be not very suitable for sneaking in."
Putt, who had been silent for all this time, suddenly asked.
Putt was only about thirteen or fourteen years old, and although he was an apprentice mage, he knew only one spell.
It seemed like this guy accepted this mission because of the greed of the huge reward, and now he finally came to his senses and started to regret it!
After all, It was not a copy of an RPG game, where if you die. You could be resurrected. This was a real-world, and if you die here, you are completely dead. When Putt was above the city wall, his blood might have been boiled. But now, on the battlefield where corpses were scattered all over the place, Putt felt that all of his hot blood had been watered out, and only "Lung Pain" was left.
"A great adventure is about to begin, and you still have a mournful face? Rest assured ~ This suave knight Kane will cover your back," Kane grabbed Putt's shoulder and, in a neighborly tone, said to Putt, "Really...really, thank you very much, senior."
"Having lived with a group of cold mages, Putt felt camaraderie in his mind for the first time, and it seemed like this young boy was deeply moved.
Punk looked at the two from a distance, Kane and Putt, who were now like brothers after just a few words, and smiled secretly in his heart.
"Dare to let Kane, this smiling wolf, cover your back? Hehe, I am really looking forward to the look on this idiot's face when he dies!"
"Okay, stop talking. We are already close to the enemy camp,"
After crossing a trench, Punk walked to the edge of the jungle and quietly reminded Kane and Putt to be cautious. He then carefully crouched down and concealed himself behind some short bushes. Kane and Putt, understanding that something was going on, so they quickly closed their mouths.
Punk blessed Kane's armor with a "dimming spell," which reduced the shine coming from the bright silver metal. At the same time, Putt took out a scroll and held it tightly in his hand while staring at the bright fire in the distance with fear.
The enemy's camp was no different from a typical medieval defensive army camp. There were also horse stable and fences made from wood. Small tents were neatly arranged in the camp, and the torches illuminated the whole camp brightly. The only difference was that there were very few guard soldiers. But that to be expected because most of these few guards were all professionals. The main reason for this was that they were stronger than ordinary soldiers and the other reason was that professionals had better night vision and stay awake for days without requiring sleep.
Now, these elite soldiers were standing upright on their posts without any slack while holding their weapons tightly.
For Punk, the presence of the more than a dozen ordinary soldiers on guard wasn't a big problem.Even though Punk isn't a stealthy class, he is confident he could dispatch them quietly within a minute without making any noise. However, the other professionals who patrolled frequently were highly alert, moving in groups of five consisting of mages and fighters, led by a trainee-level professional. Therefore, it is nearly impossible to handle this situation silently.
Seeing this scene, Punk can't help but frown. Kane rarely puts away the cynical smile on his face, yet there's a solemn gleam in his cold eyes! Only Putt still has a "seniors are so cool" expression on his face next to them.