The frightened horses rushed around the camp and destroyed the tent group like a storm.

The dog barking, the hoof sounds, the horses neighing, the people exclaim, the cloth tearing... Thousands of sounds were made together, and Hurd's camp was in chaos.

Several bonfires ignited and were quickly destroyed, and the camp returned to the darkness.

Winters pulled the little hunter and ran wildly, and several untidy Hurds bumped into them head-on.

One of the naked Hudd men yelled in a rage: "What are you running [Hedd]? Go and drive the horse! Which one of you is the head?"

Winters couldn't understand what the other party was saying, and he couldn't wait for the little hunter to speak.

"Close your eyes!" He pulled the little hunter behind him, crushed the glass bottle in his hand, and made a flash technique at the several Heds.

The container was shattered, and the active metal powder in the bottle was stimulated by magic as soon as it touched the air, and instantly turned into dazzling white light.

The light is brighter than lightning and more dazzling than the sun, and the Hurds covered their eyes and screamed.

The shirtless Hed fell to the ground, still shouting: "[Hed] Enemy! It's the enemy! Come!"

The Hurds' retina has even been permanently damaged by super-strong light, but they no longer have to worry about those.

Wintersti rushed into the Heds, pointing to the point of the tricks. The Heds, who could not see them, had no ability to resist.

Except for one person who rolled and crawled into the tent, all the rest were killed.

"Let's go!" Without time to chase and kill the fleeing enemy, Winters led the little hunter to the outside of the camp.

The cortical gloves were burned through by flashing, and he could smell a clear burnt smell. His palms were even more painful, but he didn't know whether it was because they were pierced by glass or burned by alchemy substances.

By the wall surrounded by the carriage, Paratu's spearmen and halberds were fighting against more than twenty Heds.

There were Hed sentries in neatly-clad clothes and armor. There were also Heds who had just woken up from their sleep and joined the melee with a scimitar.

A tower-like barbarian Hudd was wearing nothing, waving two scimitars naked and shouting fiercely.

The scimitar was knocked off, and he grabbed another long halberd with his backhand, rushing left and right in the crowd, with a terrifying momentum.

In this era when the average height of the farmer was only 1.6 meters, the barbarian was two meters tall, with a tiger's back and a bear's waist. I really don't know what to eat to grow such a body.

The Palathu militia around him looked like a dwarf in front of him, and no one could get close to him for a moment.

"Come on [Herd]!" The burly barbarian swung his long halberd and beat an unfortunate militia out of his brain, shouting: "Come on [Herd]!"

Ish of Ganshui Town bit his clench and walked around behind the giant, and seized the opportunity to thrust the spear at the other party's back.

With all his strength, the spear blade completely penetrated into the flesh and blood.

The giant looked back at Ish in disbelief and raised his arm with difficulty.

Seeing that the other party was not dead, Ish stood there stupidly, and was about to die together.

Six more militiamen stabbed the giant from all directions to the west and worked together to surround the brave general of the barbarian.

When the Huds saw this, they were all wailing. Their numbers were too small and they were quickly cleared by the militia.

The Hudder archers who fired cold arrows by the camp wall also fell one by one.

Winters, who had dealt with the archer, jumped into the carriage, pulled off his helmet, and held up a scimitar.

"Uukhai!" The cheers of the Paratus rushed into the sky.

There was no obstacle ahead, and everyone cut off the ropes, dragged the carriage away, and teared a gap in the carriage wall.

Charles ran over and tied a white cloth to Winters' left arm, and mixed militia armor to distinguish between enemies and us.

Seeing Winters' hands dripping blood, Charles took out a clean cloth and wanted to bandage Winters.

Winters shook Shire away and yelled: "Military flag!"

The military policeman Heinrich handed over the military flag to the centurion.

"Torch!"

Everyone lit torches one after another.

"attack!"

Winters led two hundred men into Hurd Camp and set fires around. They didn't have any fire-burning objects on their hands, but nothing is flammable this season

Fire takes advantage of the wind, and the wind helps the fire power, and the fire swept across the camp from west to east.

The Hudds were still desperately driving the frightened horses out of the camp, but suddenly they found a fire in the west. There were terrifying shouts of killing everywhere in the camp, as if thousands of troops were attacking.

Night battles were originally melee and chaos, and the command system of the defenders finally completely collapsed.

One man started to run away, and then all the Huds began to snatch horses and rushed to escape.

Some people who are still rational want to regroup, but no one pays attention; those who are still brave try to fight back, but are surrounded and killed by the enemy.

However, the communication method of the Palathus was simple and crude: the drums kept ringing, the battle was constantly; wherever the military flag was, the soldiers were.

Winters tied a torch to the top of the flagpole and rushed into the camp with his men.

Meanwhile, Lieutenant Colonel Jeska and Lieutenant Mason led four other teams of 100 people outside the camp to intercept the Heds who fled outside the camp.

Lieutenant Colonel Jeska called it the "dog hunting tactic". The Montagne team was like a hound that shocked water birds, creating chaos to drive the Huds out of the camp. The real killer move was the four teams lying outside.

If all six hundred men enter the camp, they will not be able to perform. The other four teams are not as capable and reliable as Winters's, like using their fingers.

The fire became stronger and stronger, and the entire camp was covered with thick smoke.

Winters stood still and looked around, and there was no living Hed people around him.

As soon as the military flag stopped, the militia gradually gathered.

Heinrich's eyes were red with smoke and tears kept flowing out. He rubbed his eyes and said, "It seems that there is no one anymore! Sir."

Winters patted the drummer on the shoulder and the drumming stopped.

"Rubb your eyes less and hold on." Winters also burst into tears. He threw the military flag to Heinrich and put the knife into the sheath: "Remove!"

After simply identifying the direction, Winters led everyone out of Heard's camp.

But not long after, the fire decreased slightly, and he brought people into the camp again.

It would be impossible not to come back, everyone was so hungry that they were so hungry that they were just trying to kill the enemy and set fire. The centurion promised that the meat, milk wine, and roasted whole sheep were the same.

Winters ordered everyone to put out the fire, and he felt a little regretful.

He had just fought and wanted to burn Hed's camp three times, throwing everything behind him, forgetting to collect some food and drink.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! The Paratus had to search for food and trophy among the embers.

"Don't hide your private parts! Let's divide it evenly when you go back! hide your private parts and hang them!" Winters urged everyone: "Come on your move! Don't be slow!"

Once the camp starts to explode, you can see it several kilometers away.

The Hed cavalry who had attacked before would definitely be rescued, and there was not much time left for the Palathus to clean the battlefield.

Winters took down a carriage from the camp wall and put it on the strong transportation.

The militia threw the spoils into the car, all of which were silver scabbards, weapons, buttons, and other small items. There was nothing valuable, and everyone was a little disappointed.

Qiangyun pulled a cart for the first time in his life. He was so aggrieved that he was so angry that he was reluctant to move when he was playing a little.

Winters was so angry that he slapped it in the butt.

The strong fortune begins to move forward slowly.

Winters took out two candy pieces and gently rubbed the horse's neck.

The horse complained loudly, stuck out his tongue to lick Winters' palm, and looked at his master.

Winters shook his head helplessly, took out the last two pieces of candy, and then turned out the bottom of his pocket for horses to show: "No!"

Only then can I be willing to raise my legs.

There was a sound of horse hooves approaching from behind, and Angru rode the red mane to Winters. When he saw that it was Qiangyun pulling the cart, his eyes were straight.

"How?" Winters asked the pony.

Angelo nodded.

"Thanks."

Angelo shook his head again.

The two of them asked and answered one by one, which was like a puzzle.

The most precious spoils were not gold, silver and jewelry, but the thousands of horses. The herd was shocked by Winters' "scared beasts" and they all had to be collected.

Dusak is naturally responsible for collecting the horses, and Winters' secret command is: pick three hundred fat war horses and hide them.

"Lieutenant Colonel notifies you to clean the battlefield as soon as possible and meet him." Angelou also brought formal orders.

"Okay, I get it."

Angelo saluted and left.

The fire was fast and the camp was burned quickly. Before the smoke had dissipated, the earth was charred wherever it was seen.

The tents were filled with dark wooden poles, which were still beating and burning.

Before dawn, militiamen either used torches or used the remaining fire to search for food and valuable things in the ashes.
To be continued...