Reincarnated as a boss tyrant in the game

"This ambush is viable!" Andre stated decisively after a brief moment of contemplation.

He had extremely high confidence in the legion's ability to conceal themselves, believing that with this advantage, they could quickly approach the enemy at night and launch a fatal strike.

In recent days, they had relied on this concealment ability to successfully attack several of the enemy's supply convoys, each time managing to quickly withdraw before the enemy could react, inflicting considerable losses.

Andre's words were full of determination and confidence, as if he already saw the dawn of victory.

"Hasn't His Highness the Crown Prince's performance in the past few days been proof enough? Not to mention we also have the legion's concealment and silence barrier from the epic-level magical tool."

Encouraged by him, the others also gradually began to accept and agree with Soren's ambush plan. If the plan could really succeed, it would bring a decisive turning point to the entire battle situation.

Soren took a deep breath and said with a smug look, "Very good, since all the generals have reached an agreement, then we will launch a surprise attack late at night and catch them off guard."

Hilton stood aside, his brow slightly furrowed. He always felt that such a large operation should be coordinated from multiple sides, so he tentatively asked, "Your Highness, do we need to inform the corps commander? After all, this is a large-scale military operation, and multi-party cooperation is needed to ensure complete success."

Soren listened to Hilton's words and pondered for a moment.

He certainly understood Hilton's concerns, but considering that the First Corps had only just finished setting up camp today and the soldiers were exhausted, they really needed rest and recuperation.

They probably couldn't count on them for a night attack.

So, Soren slowly shook his head, denying Hilton's suggestion.

"No need," he said firmly. "Let the main force rest for a day and maintain their best condition.

If our ambush tonight is successful, the First Corps will launch a frontal attack at noon tomorrow. This will not give the Prince Corps any chance to breathe, and we will defeat them in one fell swoop."

Soren's words revealed an unquestionable determination, and Hilton stopped talking when he saw this.

At this moment, Soren had already made a comprehensive strategic plan, just waiting for the arrival of late night to implement this carefully planned ambush.

The night was as dark as ink, deep and thick, as if it could swallow all light.

Under this dark night, the Knights led by Soren quietly advanced like ghosts. Their target was the Prince Corps' camp.

After skillfully using the legion's concealment and silence barrier, two powerful magical tools, the Knights seemed to blend into the night, silently approaching the Prince Corps' camp.

They only stopped when they were less than a hundred meters away from the camp.

Soren's eyes were as sharp as an eagle. He glanced at the neatly lined up knights, then raised the long sword in his hand and ordered in a low but powerful voice, "All knights, mount up! Crossbow cavalry, prepare fire arrows."

Accompanied by a slight clanging of metal, the knights quickly and orderly mounted their horses, while the crossbow cavalry nervously and orderly prepared the fire arrows.

Their movements were quick and precise, without a trace of extra noise, as if everything was happening silently.

Soren took the lead, riding his horse in front of the Knights. His silver armor shimmered with a cold light in the moonlight. He took a deep breath.

Then he shouted loudly, "Knights, listen carefully to what I, your Crown Prince, say about the upcoming battle. We are not killing enemies, but setting fires and creating chaos.

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He was very worried that these hot-blooded knights would get carried away in the battle and charge towards the enemy as if they were ready to die.

This was not the result he wanted. What he needed was a carefully planned chaos, not a fearless sacrifice.

Soren's voice echoed in the night sky. Although the silence barrier prevented the sound from traveling far, every knight heard it clearly.

Their eyes flashed with a firm light, as if they were ready to die.

Soren shook his head. He said loudly again, "I know you may have doubts. If you don't know what to do, then look at my banner and follow my steps. Remember, our goal is to set fires and create chaos, not to kill enemies."

After saying this, he raised the banner in his hand, a golden banner inlaid with the royal emblem.

It was particularly eye-catching in the night.

This banner not only represented the glory and majesty of the royal family, but also the direction and belief of the knights' battle. "Long live the Empire! Long live the Royal Guards Knights!" Soren shouted slogans and took the lead in rushing towards the Prince Corps' camp.

The knights who followed closely behind also shouted slogans, their voices converging into a powerful force in the night sky, as if they could shake the heavens and the earth.

Although the silence barrier prevented their voices from reaching far away, this morale could not be stopped.

The knights followed closely behind and rushed into the camp, setting fires and creating chaos according to Soren's instructions.

Fire arrows streaked across the night sky like shooting stars, falling into the enemy's tents and supply piles.

In an instant, flames soared into the sky, and thick smoke billowed. The entire camp was plunged into chaos.

It was too late when the soldiers of the Prince Corps woke up from their dreams.

They fled in panic, trying to put out the flames, but it was already too late.

The flames grew stronger and stronger with the help of the wind, engulfing the entire camp in a sea of fire.

In this carefully planned night attack, Soren and his Knights achieved great success.

They not only successfully set fires and created chaos, but also retreated completely without a single casualty.

In the night, Breyer stood on the high ground, looking into the direction of the Prince Corps' camp.

There, flames soared into the sky and thick smoke billowed, indicating that Crown Prince Soren's night attack had achieved considerable results.

This sudden fire also made Breyer smell a chance for a counterattack.

"Send the order, the entire army prepares to attack!" Breyer decisively issued the order.

The soldiers of the Third Corps had been suppressed for so long and were already eager to try. At this moment, upon hearing the order, they immediately began to prepare nervously and orderly.

However, Prince was not an easy person to deal with. He had already anticipated Breyer's possible actions, so he deployed heavy troops to defend the mouth of the canyon.

When Breyer's Third Corps launched an attack, they encountered stubborn resistance.

Arrows rained down like a woven fabric, and the shouts of killing were deafening. Even Soren, who had already withdrawn from the camp, heard it. He wanted to rush back, but facing the enemy camp with a raging fire, he was worried that Prince would take advantage of it and trap the Knights in the camp, eventually choosing to withdraw.