first wizarding world war.

Chapter 153 Stealing the Camp
This time, Charlotte did not delay his journey, and he soon encountered the fleeing soldiers.

Charlotte gathered these defeated soldiers as he had done before. He brought ten ordinary combat teams just for this purpose. When he was about to reach Mostar Fortress, he had more than 5,000 men under his command.

At this time, the capital of the Behemoth Principality, Mostar Castle, was surrounded by the army of Yugoslavia. The clouds on the top of the city were gloomy and the soldiers were sparse.

Charlotte saw the flag of "old friend Hughes" and the flags of several other Yugoslav Restoration Army units. The army must have just surrounded the enemy and the formation was still a little loose.

Charlotte immediately gave up her plan to take the opportunity to break into Mostar Fortress. Entering Mostar Fortress would be like catching a turtle in a jar, and it would be difficult to get out alive.

A few dozen kilometers away from the Yugoslav Restoration Army camp, he formed a temporary military camp with the help of horse-drawn carriages and brought Doberman with him to scout the enemy situation.

Dupin had a fast horse, and he was originally responsible for gathering intelligence, and he also had a small cavalry under him. Charlotte was in a life-and-death situation, and he didn't trust others. He had already made up his mind that if the battle situation was not good, he would withdraw quickly, and his own life was the most important.

He is not the kind of person who thinks, "Life is just a trivial matter!"

The two set off together, and Doberman discovered that Charlotte's running speed was incredibly fast, not inferior to his own when he was riding the fast horse.

Ever since he cultivated the Glorious Fighting Qi, his progress has been rapid and he is about to be promoted to the second level.

This world is actually extremely unfair. Many people live to be in their forties and still cannot touch the edge of transcendence, while some people are already high-level transcendents at a very young age.

When Dobin was young, he missed a lot, but he settled down and worked hard to hone his swordsmanship and cultivate the seeds of life. Once he broke through, his early practice progressed rapidly because of his strong accumulation.

Doberman thought that since he had become an official knight and had a super-speed horse, his speed should be the fastest in the entire Knights of Favonius.

Charlotte didn't expect to compete with him for this little thing. When he arrived near Hughes' camp, he looked into the distance for a while. His insight could not see that far. Insight is an all-round scene, not a telescopic skill.

Even if he could see that far, he didn't dare to look. He didn't know how miserable his death would be if he used his skills in front of the Saint.

After observing for a while, Charlotte changed her military camp.

The Yugoslav Restoration Army was not actually a unified army. It had seven or eight internal factions. When Jonathan was there, he could use his status to suppress other military leaders, but Jonathan was shot and killed by Charlotte, and Hughes' prestige was insufficient, so he could not make the other restoration armies obey his orders.

There were faint screams coming from the camp. Charlotte listened for a while and couldn't bear it any longer. He knew someone might be being tortured inside, but he didn't think he could save them. He could only say to Doberman, "Let's go scout other camps."

Dubin said angrily, "These Southerla ladies are so cruel."

Charlotte sighed. Of course, he knew how much Lady Southsera hated the Behemoth people. If it weren't for the betrayal of the Principality of Behemoth, they would not be the Territory of Southsera now, but a principality like Behemoth, and so many people would not have died in the war.

But Charlotte also felt that Lady Nansera was abusing and massacring the Behemoths.

Of course, this is just his opinion. He believes that if this matter is put on various social platforms around the world, there will inevitably be six or seven different opinions.

This kind of thing: there are only disputes, no answers! Charlotte just stood up, and hurriedly bent over, holding down Doberman. Doberman was also experienced in combat, so he didn't ask why, but took out a Magnum hand shuttle and grasped the hilt of the sword with his other hand.

Soon the two heard the sound of many people walking around. They looked at each other with some surprise in their eyes.

Charlotte thought to herself, "Which army is this?"

"Are they planning to launch a surprise attack on this military camp? Isn't this a sure death?"

"I have to save people."

He thought about it and didn't show up immediately. After all, if he went out now, he might be regarded as an enemy, and it would take time to explain. Charlotte planned to wait until these people rushed into the military camp in front and rescued them when they were in danger. Then there would be no need to explain. Actions speak louder than words, and he would immediately become a person that the other party could trust.

The army quickly passed through Charlotte's hiding place. With the help of her insight, Charlotte could see that the army was obviously dressed like Behemoths. Half of them wore military uniforms, and the other half seemed to be servants of nobles. The leader was a young girl. The material of the clothes she wore was quite expensive, and the tailoring was also the work of a master.

"I saw Annie wearing this style!"

Charlotte muttered something and was able to roughly judge the other party's identity. She should be a lady from a noble family in the Principality of Behemoth. As for which family, Charlotte couldn't tell because he had no research in this area.

After approaching the South Seraf military camp, the girl waved her hand, drew out the two swords at her waist, and rushed into the enemy camp. With a flash of the sword, she killed two sentries.

Charlotte was slightly surprised and thought to herself, "Not bad for swordsmanship! The authentic secret swordsmanship of Hattingen Thunder and Storm University. The last time I saw this swordsmanship was on Anne's cousin, Mr. Claire Breton."

Hattingen Thunder and Storm University are the schools that produce the most great knights. Whether it is the Thunder Knight or the Storm Knight, they are the top knight inheritances in the Old Continent.

Only the secret magic of the Abrahans, known as the first clan of vampire knights, can be compared with it.

This girl, like Claire Brittany, studied both the Hattingen Thunder and Storm University knight heritages. A sword was surrounded by lightning, with arcs jumping gently. A sword created a storm, vowing to crush all enemies.

Although she is a girl, she is invincible on the battlefield and has a cruel and domineering aura. Except for her low strength, she is almost a perfect female knight.

The girl killed the seventh soldier, and her sword was finally blocked by a vampire knight who was obviously from a certain clan. He had a hideous smile on his face, and wherever his sword pointed, he found the flaws in the girl's swordsmanship.

Charlotte couldn't help but secretly said: "They are well prepared!"

"Being able to resist the assault at the entrance of the military camp shows that the enemy was well prepared. It also shows that the commander has no idea of ​​how to counter an assault on the camp. Shouldn't an ambush be set at this time?"

Charlotte played the part of a second-hand keyboard strategist and muttered something in a low voice, but Dubin, the only listener beside him, didn't understand at all.

The military in the Old World was not so complicated. Everyone relied on the extraordinary strength of the main generals to duel, and then they would push forward in a wave. Occasionally, they would do some forced marches. Raiding or counterattacking the camp was not in any school curriculum, and no one had ever summarized similar military tactics in the war.

(End of this chapter)