Being a knight is not easy

Chapter 316 Sharpshooter

Despite the Wilk army's formidable weaponry and tactics, they still faced immense pressure against a powerful opponent like the Gatekeeper Knights.

Every day of the standoff was a test of the willpower of the Wilkes soldiers.

After all, this world is ultimately a world of swords and magic, and sometimes, individual combat strength far surpasses that of a group.

After thirteen days of continuous standoff, Farman could no longer hold back.

He stood in the command tent of the camp, looking at the Wilke army's defensive line on the map, his eyes revealing a hint of impatience and confidence.

"Robin the Bow Knight is certainly not in Wilke Territory, and there is no need for us to continue confronting him. It's time to launch an attack."

Farman's voice echoed in the tent. He firmly believed that Robin's absence was a major disadvantage for Wilke's army, and now was the perfect opportunity to break the deadlock and take down Wilke's army in one fell swoop.

The other members of the Gatekeeper Knights echoed his sentiments.

As the standoff dragged on, the knights grew increasingly restless, yearning for battle and to prove their strength through victory.

They had absolute confidence in their military skills and equipment, believing that even with superior weaponry, Wilke's army would find it difficult to withstand their full-scale attack.

Farman decided to launch a night raid on Wilke's army.

The darkness of the night provided them with cover, making it difficult for Wilke's troops to detect their actions.

He began to meticulously plan the night raid, dividing the five hundred-man squads of knights into three groups to encircle Wilke's camp from different directions.

Five thousand infantrymen then followed up as reinforcements, quickly advancing after the knights breached Wilke's lines and expanding the gains.

"This night raid must be swift and decisive," Farman told his generals. "We must use the darkness and the element of surprise to catch them off guard."

On the Wilkes' side, although they were unaware that the Gatekeeper Knights were about to launch a night raid, they had not let their guard down during the thirteen-day standoff.

Some simple early warning devices were set up around the camp, and the sentry posts increased the frequency of patrols.

They had not anticipated that the Gatekeeper Knights would launch such a large-scale night raid at this time.

"I feel a little uneasy tonight," a Wilke soldier whispered to his comrade while on guard duty.

"Perhaps the standoff has lasted too long. Hopefully, Lord Allen will return soon," his companion replied.

Under the cover of darkness, the Gatekeeper Knights' operation unfolded quietly.

Their horses' hooves were wrapped in thick cloth to reduce the noise when they moved.

The knights crouched low and slowly approached Wilke's camp.

Only faint starlight shone in the night sky, as if shrouding the impending bloody battle in mystery.

Farman sat on horseback, his gaze fixed coldly on the Wilke army camp ahead.

His heart was filled with the desire for victory; he believed that after this night, Wilke would be under the control of the Gatekeeper Knights.

Late at night, Viscount Wilke, restless and wearing armor, stood outside his tent in the wind.

He gazed into the dark distance, his heart filled with worry.

Robin has not yet returned, and facing immense pressure from the Gatekeeper Knights, the future of Wilke's Army is fraught with uncertainty.

He knew that the outcome of this war was a matter of life and death for Wilke, and that every decision could affect the course of the entire situation.

Ito also came to chat with Viscount Wilke. Ito was Viscount Wilke's trusted follower, and he sensed the viscount's unease, hoping to ease the viscount's tension through conversation.

“My lord, there is no need to worry too much. Our army is well-equipped and our soldiers are well-trained. Even against the Gatekeeper Knights, we are capable of fighting them,” Ito tried to reassure him.

Viscount Wilke shook his head slightly: "With Robin gone, I always feel uneasy. His tactics and strategies are key to our fight against the enemy. Now that he hasn't returned, I'm afraid we won't be able to withstand the attack of the Gatekeeper Knights."

As the two were talking, suddenly, shouts of battle rang out, followed by the deafening sound of horses' hooves.

The shouts of battle, like a surging tide, instantly shattered the tranquility of the night. The sound of horses' hooves, heavy and rapid, was like an approaching storm, sending chills down one's spine.

Viscount Wilke's expression changed drastically: "This is bad, the enemy is attacking!" He immediately drew his sword and shouted, "Have the soldiers prepare to meet the enemy!"

Ito reacted quickly, rushing to the alarm bell next to the tent and ringing it loudly.

The crisp, urgent chimes echoed through the camp, instantly turning the once quiet camp into a bustling and chaotic scene.

The soldiers were jolted awake from their sleep, hurriedly grabbed their weapons, and rushed to their posts.

Although Wilke's army was caught off guard, they did not panic.

Under the command of the officers, the soldiers quickly formed a defensive formation.

The archers ran behind the camp fence, drew their bows, and aimed at the enemy who was gradually approaching in the darkness;
The pikemen lined up at the front, pointing their pikes diagonally forward, ready to defend against the cavalry charge of the Gatekeeper Knights.
The shield bearers stood close together, forming a solid defensive line to protect their comrades behind them.

The cavalry of the Gatekeeper Knights surged forth from the darkness like a black torrent.

They raised their weapons high and roared angrily.

Farman rode at the very front, his eyes filled with excitement and fervor. He was confident that this night raid would be a success.

"Charge! Break through their lines!" Farman shouted from horseback.

The knights quickened their pace and charged toward Wilke's camp.

The camp gate was easily breached by the guarding knights. The heavy wooden door shattered instantly under the knights' powerful impact, like a fragile piece of paper.

As the gates burst open, the Gatekeeper Knights' cavalry surged into the camp like a tidal wave.

The gatekeeper knight raised his shield high to meet the barrage of arrows.

Their shields gleamed with a cold metallic light under the starlight, arranged closely together to form a moving shield wall.

However, the arrows rained down by Wilke's army were simply too dense.

It was the first time Farman had ever seen such a dense rain of arrows, and several knights were indeed shot off their horses.

Farman had expected the night raid to go smoothly, but he did not expect to encounter such fierce resistance as soon as he entered the camp.

He was secretly surprised, and at the same time gained a new understanding of the fighting capabilities of Wilke's army.

He immediately realized something was wrong; Wilke's army had sharpshooters, at least Grand Knights.

Ordinary archers could not fire such a powerful and accurate rain of arrows.

The presence of these sharpshooters will greatly hinder their attack.

(End of this chapter)