How to wear a goddess statue

On the hill opposite the gate of Sutton, a temporary camp occupies a flat high place, where the Sanur army has been stationed for three days.

As a nomadic group living in the highland grasslands, it is their daily life pattern to migrate in search of prey and the most abundant aquatic plants, and to camp everywhere along the route.

And stationing on the hillside of Solancia did not make these foreign soldiers feel uncomfortable, rather it made them feel more comfortable.

"It's more comfortable than staying in Stone Town. My horses have no place to run around in the winding streets."

A Sanur soldier in charge of security said, gnawed a mouthful of dry food cakes brought from the city of Digbia, and said in distaste: "The food is also dry and tasteless. Those Solan people have raised a lot of old people. Guys and women? Just feel wronged and eat this."

His companion rolled his eyes: "It's good to have something to eat. Meat should be saved. What are you complaining about?"

Another soldier laughed loudly: "I think he is greedy!"

"Aren't you greedy for women? Hahaha."

These guard soldiers have the same characteristics, tall, with disheveled hair, they laughed loudly, and continued to gnaw on the tasteless dry food cakes.

After a while, one of them suddenly put his hands in front of his eyes, squinted his eyes to look at Sutton City, and wondered, "What are those Solan people doing?"

Several other people looked in the direction of his finger, and saw a group of ant-like figures appearing under the city wall of Sutton, spreading around the wall, not knowing what they were doing.

"Digging ditches, erecting low walls? Anyway, they are all tricks to stay in the city and defend."

"Do you want to report to the adults?"

"Of course I have to say, you wait, I will go."

The first soldier who found it stood up and ran quickly to the center of the camp. The tents here were all exactly the same, making it difficult to tell which one belonged to the leader of the army.

The soldier couldn't recognize it either, but he didn't need to find the leader, he just needed to tell Shangfeng who handled the intelligence.

The superior in charge of the information confirmed that it was true, and he went to the camp to take a look before rushing back to the tent at the center, and truthfully reported what he saw and heard to the person sitting in the tent.

"It seems that I am really in a hurry to come out to temporarily build fortifications at this time. I will focus on defense during this time."

The man turned around as he spoke, but he was not the king of Sanur who had been leading the main force all along, but a burly young man. His appearance was somewhat similar to that of the king of Sanur, except that he did not have the bushy beard .

The general lowered his head: "I think so too, Your Highness."

"Imagine their panic and fear, and I feel happy." The young man called His Highness regretted, "It's a pity that there are not enough people now, and I lost in the past. I don't want to lose."

"We can wait for the king's order, I believe it will not be too long."

"I also believe that my father will not let me wait." The young man said arrogantly, "Go down."

In fact, it was this young man who had the highest status in this camp at this time, but King Sanur, who was supposed to be in charge of the camp and was always ready to capture Sutton City, had already quietly left with a large number of troops and headed to the other side.

The size of the camp is not small, but half of it is actually empty. Sanur's troops have been scattered long ago, and only a group of them are guarding the camp, which looks like a bluff.

And those cowardly Solan people, who were frightened by them so that the city gates were closed tightly and secretly sent people out to make trouble with simple obstacles, don't know how frightened they are right now!

The young man was the youngest of the sons of King Sanur.

He was fiddling with the scimitar idly, while snickering and complacent about his brainpower, while regretting that he couldn't attack the city immediately, so that more Sorans would fall under his sword.

As for the situation where the Sorans took the initiative to call, King Sanur's youngest son never even thought about it.

That night, Prince Sanur slept soundly in the tent.

Torches were lit in the camp, and the patrolling soldiers were divided into several small groups, walking around in their respective areas of responsibility, not missing any dead corners, and every road leading to the camp under the hillside was guarded by soldiers.

When the night is darkest and thickest, the moonlight is hidden behind the clouds.

Some of the soldiers guarding a trail yawned, as if contagious, the yawns sounded one after another.

They are not worried about the vigilance of themselves and their companions. As a tribe that grows in the highlands and wanders in the wilderness, every Sanur warrior has been riding a horse and playing with a knife since he could walk. He has never had a stable life. They are alert Like a sentinel among wolves.

However, in the darkness, arrows rained like meteors, and the soft sounds of the arrows piercing through the air merged into one piece, piercing into their flesh, piercing their throats and chests.

Some people were not shot in the vitals, and they could barely stand, tremblingly picked up the whistle hanging on their chest, and it was about to blow.

The next moment, the sharp light of the knife flashed past, cutting his throat.

The last sentry fell.

Under the cover of night, Eleuil in light armor straightened up from the lush grass, and several archers were also hiding nearby.

The stalker who killed the last sentinel began to make up one by one. After confirming that no one survived, Aleuil gestured towards the distance.

An elite cavalry team emerged from the woods behind. Their horses' hooves were wrapped in soft cloth. They were not moving fast, but they made very little movement.

A black horse trotted ahead, with a snow-white tail tip. It came to the princess's side without a driver, and bowed its neck obediently.

Eleuil whispered: "Very good."

The princess got on her horse and led the light cavalry to march silently and orderly, heading straight for the Sanur camp.

There is no doubt that this was a planned night attack.

Passively waiting for the enemy to attack the city when there are other options is almost impossible for Eleuil.

What's more, Sanur has just attacked a city, and if he doesn't retaliate, he really thinks Solancia is easy to bully.

During the day, Eleuil also thought about the possibility of leading the enemy to fight openly, but the conclusion he came to was unrealistic.

Sanur was stationed in the north-northwest direction, against the wind, and the camp was on a high terrain. In comparison, the army of Sutton City was at a natural disadvantage.

When all factors are combined, only night raids are the most feasible.

Eleuil has never been a sloppy character. After observing the situation for a day and basically confirming the situation, he led a surprise attack that night.

Originally, they only planned to burn food, grass and armaments, but...

Looking at the apparently perfunctory tent at the edge of the camp, which was almost just a tent with fabric, the princess narrowed her eyes slightly.

No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like it can live in people.

The strength of the Sanur army camp may not be as large as it seems.

"...Is that so?" Aleuil whispered softly, even if the cavalry behind him heard the few short words, they would only think they were talking to themselves meaninglessly.

But there was another answer that no one else could hear.

"Yes, there is no one inside. There are many tents like this." Rhodes's cool voice paused, "To be precise, they are all around here."

Eleuil: "That's right."

With a sudden turn of her thoughts, an indistinct smile appeared on the corner of her lips: "Then let's have a look."

The stalker carried a cowhide bag full of oil with her, and walked cautiously between the tents. The night and the shadows of the tents were the best cover, and she touched the place where the grain was stored.

Flint grazed, sparks sputtered, grease spilled.

The wind helped the fire, and the grain and hay pile was instantly ignited.

Soldiers patrolling nearby rushed over immediately, frantically trying to put out the flames.

But this is not over yet, the raiding cavalry no longer concealed their movements, they galloped through the camp, and at the same time poured oil bags on the tents along the way and set them on fire.

The cloth frame used to cover people's eyes and ears became the fastest burning thing at this time, and the flames rose up, illuminating the camp.

According to the plan, you can kill them at this time, kill as many Sanur soldiers as you can along the way, and earn money for every extra kill.

However, Eleuil looked towards the center of the camp, and the flames blown by the wind were reflected in her eyes. She seemed to be in a daze, and at the same time seemed to be assessing and measuring.

Lena was also a member of the night attack. She chopped down the enemy who had just emerged from the tent, and asked softly, "Your Majesty?"

"They didn't have much preparation, and there were not as many people as expected." Aleuil spoke very quickly, "If we just evacuate like this, it would be a waste of opportunity."

After finishing speaking, the princess increased her volume, her tone was deep and sharp: "This way!"

A group of people turned around, not only did not flee, but went deep into the hinterland of the enemy camp.

Rotas floated in mid-air, lowering his eyes, he was able to have a panoramic view of the situation on the ground.

The Sanur army obviously didn't expect - or didn't expect such a surprise attack at all. They were awakened by the noise and rushed to meet them, unable to even use half of their capabilities on the battlefield.

Some were killed by the cavalry's scimitars and spears without even a scream, and the smell of blood and burning exploded in the air.

The news of the attack reached the center of the camp one step faster than the cavalry.

But all the generals who stayed in the camp are basically here. They seem to react faster than the soldiers under them. Although the armor is not neat, they can enter the state of fighting while swinging their knives.

"Useless stuff! Such a small number of people can't stop it!"

A Sanur general roared angrily, slashing at the front legs of the horse in front of him with a knife, the horse groaned in pain, and was about to fall to one side, but fortunately, the comrade next to him reacted in time and stretched out his hand to pull the cavalry onto him horseback.

The general laughed triumphantly, and turned his head to look at the princess.

Probably Aleuil's features were too obvious, and her golden eyes were too dazzling in the firelight at night, the general recognized her identity almost instantly, immediately ignored the others, and raised the blade towards this side with a grim and distorted expression,

Eleuil lightly tugged on the reins, and the horse raised its front hooves to avoid the light of the knife cutting towards its legs.

Before the opponent's scimitar was fully retracted, the princess's sword edge was raised, and it slashed down from the general's shoulder and neck.

Accompanied by the horrible muffled sound that makes the skin crawl.

The blade cuts flesh and blood, breaks bones.

Aleuil raised his eyes, looking for the figure of the general among the many Sanur people.

Rhodes was one step ahead of her and found Prince Sanur who was guarded by several generals behind him.

The young man stood behind his father on the day the Sanur tribe sacrificed their captives.

"It's him." Rhodes reminded softly.

At this time, under the cover of soldiers, Prince Sanur fled to the other side.

It is almost impossible for Eleuil to get rid of the obstacles of the surrounding soldiers and pursue the opponent alone.

The other party probably thought so too, Prince Sanur retreated back, while still having time to look back, he gritted his teeth with hatred.

Eleuil.

The devil who led the defenders of Digbia to defeat the tribal warriors a few years ago is also the despicable person leading the night attack at this moment!

You wait!Waiting for my father--

Thoughts were interrupted, and in Prince Sanur's eyes widening suddenly, Eleuil took down the longbow from behind.

The princess swept across half a circle with her bow, forcing the surrounding soldiers to retreat, leaving a small gap, and then she drew the bow and set the arrow, and her movements were unimaginably fast.

Maybe it was only half a second, maybe it was a second...

Feather and arrow leave the string.

The arrow whizzed away and pierced the target's chest.

The figure swayed and fell slowly.

Holding a bow in one hand, Aleuil gestured for a retreat, and the rest of the light cavalry didn't bother to fight, turned their horses around, and galloped out of the camp following closely behind the princess.

Several generals gathered around the prince, yelling loudly, and some generals mounted their horses and tried to chase after him, but they could only watch helplessly as the cavalry passed through the city gate, and the gate crashed down.

Looking at the city wall again, it was a well-prepared defending army. They did not dare to attack the city at this time, so the generals could only swallow their breath and rush back to the camp.

As soon as they entered the camp, they heard voices: "The prince was killed——"

The general's eyes darkened.

In this surprise attack, Solancia lost a horse, several people were slightly injured, and no one died.

The author has something to say:

Appeared and died within one chapter, congratulations to the little prince of Sanur for achieving the fastest bento achievement (?)