“It’s a night raid!”

Though the army of the First Prince was having difficulties in capturing Fortress Baikal, they had nevertheless exclusively been the ones on the offensive until now. Naturally, the commanders began to let their guard down, and the soldiers showed gaps on guard duty due to their fatigue.

A detachment of the Second Prince’s army exploited this lapse in judgment to attack them.

“Burn it all to the ground!”

“Pay back all we have endured tenfold!”

“Uooooooooh!!”

Surprised by this sudden night ambush, the royalist troops began to suffer significant damage. If there was a silver lining, it was that there weren't a lot of enemies and that the attacked site’s assigned commander was a capable man.

“Do not be flustered!”

The commander in charge of this site was a knight by the name of Saimon, who now personally drew his sword to enter combat with the enemy. He valiantly commanded the men and raised the troops’ morale.

“The enemy is small in number! Face them and fight! Dispatch a messenger to let the main army know of this ambush! A hundred foot soldiers will follow my lead!”

The commander’s shrewd response allowed the situation to stabilize relatively quickly as the soldiers regained their composure and followed his orders. But the damage had already been done.

“What are the casualties shaping up to be?”

“The casualties of our troops still need to be aggregated. But…”

“But what?”

“Five catapults were destroyed.”

Saimon closed his eyes tightly at his subordinate’s report.

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