The Witcher: Make Witcher Great Again

Chapter 404 Night Attack
It wasn't about infiltrating; it was about using the Witcher's senses to see directly from dozens of meters away from the main camp.

Normally, a Witcher's senses wouldn't be able to see this far, but thanks to the second mutation, Lynn's Witcher senses have been greatly enhanced.

And there's no need to worry about being spotted by sentries at a distance of tens of meters. Even with moonlight, it's practically the same as being pitch black for people in this era who are generally suffering from night blindness.

After observing the southern camp, Lynn went to observe the northern camp before finally returning to the witchers' resting place.

His observations revealed that his earlier predictions were correct.

Most people in the north and south camps had already gone to sleep. The sentries on night watch were mainly on guard in the direction of Iwato Castle. While they weren't entirely on guard in other directions, it was practically nonexistent.

After resting for half an hour, my stamina was fully restored, and I distributed the advanced alchemical bombs and advanced magic potions.

The witchers all drank high-grade potions and were covered in high-grade alchemical bombs.

Lynn waved his hand.

"Set off."

All the witchers split into three teams and quietly approached the nearest southern camp from three directions.

shhhhh--

That was the sound of a crossbow bolt piercing the air, tearing through a throat and head.

Unlike Lynn, other witchers don't have a system that allows them to learn to use a bow for anywhere from several years to more than a decade, but they can master a crossbow in a very short time.

Lynn also took out a longbow from his magic-patterned leather bag and aimed it at the sentry on his side.

After a few arrows, all the sentries on night watch fell to the ground with arrows in their heads.

"Let's go."

The group climbed over the fence and entered the camp.

The ground in the camp was littered with people lying haphazardly.

Conscripted peasant soldiers had no tents to sleep in, and even regular soldiers had to sleep under the open sky.

It wasn't until the Napoleonic Wars that tents were truly introduced to every soldier.

In this era, only knights and nobles had tents to sleep in.

Lynn made a few hand gestures, and the witchers following him dispersed. Ignoring the conscripted peasant soldiers, they drew their daggers and began to stab the regular soldiers who were fast asleep on the ground one by one.

Caught off guard, these professional soldiers lost their lives in their sleep.

Unfortunately, after killing nearly fifty people, someone was finally awakened by the noise.

Then, the screams sounded especially piercing in the silent night.

Now that they'd been discovered, they decided to drop the pretense. Lynn and the other demon hunters put away their daggers, switched to two-handed swords, and began their hunt.

The two-handed swords used by the Witchers were all forged by Tyncel and his apprentices from adamantite ore mined deep in the Blue Mountains. Therefore, even the chainmail worn by professional soldiers was no different from paper and could be easily cut through.

Furthermore, after switching to a two-handed sword, the efficiency of killing increased significantly because there was no longer a need for careful assassination.

In no time at all, dozens of cleaved corpses lay on the ground.

Enemy soldiers in the distance formed a battle formation, and someone was shouting "Archers!"

Lynn certainly wouldn't let them get away with it.

"Drop the bomb!"

He first took out a High Dancing Star and threw it in the direction of the shout "Archer!"

boom!
A burst of fire erupted, and twenty or thirty chainmail soldiers gathered together were engulfed in flames, turning into blazing human torches, screaming and wailing—a truly gruesome scene.

The other witchers also threw out alchemical bombs.

Bombs exploded one after another in the crowd, quickly disrupting the formation that had been painstakingly assembled.

"Don't panic! Reorganize!" Lynn looked in the direction the voice came from.

A nobleman dressed in magnificent and heavy armor, protected by several knights in full plate armor and dozens of heavy infantry, was loudly encouraging the soldiers around him.

His words had some effect on this chaotic battlefield.

Some soldiers and conscripted peasants who were fleeing in his direction were moved by his words, stopped running, and gathered around him.

Without a second thought, Lynn shouldered the Lake Maiden's Sword and charged toward the nobleman.

"Stop him! Stop him now!"

Someone noticed Lynn's actions and loudly warned the others.

More than a dozen heavily armed infantrymen charged toward Lynn, brandishing their weapons.

Lynn made the gesture of piercing Alder with his left hand and pushed it forward.

A wave of icy air swept over them, and in the blink of an eye, the dozen or so heavily armed infantrymen were frozen into lifelike ice sculptures.

Lynn leaped over the ice sculpture, now only a few dozen meters away from the noble procession.

In the blink of an eye, he crossed the distance and plunged into the panicked crowd.

The heavy infantry and knights blocking his way moved as if in slow motion in a movie to Lynn; their shields and armor were as flimsy as paper, easily cleaved by the Lake Maiden's sword.

From the moment Lynn charged into the crowd to the moment he cut through it, it only took a few seconds. Every enemy who stood in the way of the Witcher was reduced to a pile of corpses.

Blood stained the ground red.

As the bloodless nobleman gripped his sword, attempting a desperate last stand, Lynn had already swung his sword behind him.

Then, the nobleman was suddenly shocked to discover that his head had been cut off.

The conscripted peasants and soldiers who had been painstakingly gathered around the perimeter collapsed instantly.

That's how the Southern Camp came to an end.

Most of the remaining defeated soldiers were deliberately driven towards the northern camp by the demon hunters, while a few scattered individuals escaped into the night.

Back at the northern camp, the soldiers on night watch quickly rang the alarm bells after the earlier explosions, fires, and loud noises.

The commander was awakened from his sleep.

When he learned that the southern camp had been attacked, he was completely bewildered.

He couldn't believe that the garrison of Iwato Castle would dare to launch a surprise attack.

However, he was, after all, the commander in charge of the entire northern camp.

After understanding the situation, a decision was quickly made:

He sent his adjutant with a troop to support the southern camp.

However, the majority of the troops remained stationed at the northern camp.

The adjutant asked, puzzled, "Sir, shouldn't we leave only a small force and send the majority of our troops to the rescue?"

"Are you stupid?" The commander gave his adjutant a smacked head.

"Even in the worst-case scenario, where the southern camp falls to the enemy, at least our army can rely on the northern camp to hold out, preventing the garrison of Iwato Castle from attacking His Majesty's rear..."

"If we send most of our forces to the rescue, and the enemy takes advantage of the camp's vulnerability to attack, causing the northern camp to fall as well, what do you suggest we do then?"

The adjutant broke out in a cold sweat, dared not say another word, and hurriedly went down to lead a troop of soldiers out of the camp.

Before long, the commander discovered that a large number of troops were approaching the northern camp.

(End of this chapter)