Being a knight is not easy

Chapter 321 Night Attack
As Farman watched his departing figure, a strong sense of unease welled up within him.

The appearance of the mysterious knights disrupted all his plans, and the situation that was once in his grasp is now full of uncertainty.

He must come up with a solution as soon as possible, or the Gatekeeper Knights will be in even greater danger.

Inside Wilke Castle, Viscount Wilke's lips curled into a slight smile upon hearing the news.

Robin's small-scale raid plan is gradually taking effect, constantly creating panic and chaos for the Gatekeeper Knights.

“Your Excellency, while this may dampen their morale, they are, after all, a powerful army. When will we be able to truly resolve the crisis at Wilkeburg?” Iton asked with some concern.

Viscount Wilke patted him on the shoulder: "Allen is back. This is just the beginning. Just watch! When the time comes, Allen will definitely make them pay the price."

The generals of Wilke's army had their hopes rekindled after hearing Viscount Wilke's words.

After careful consideration, Farman gritted his teeth and said, "Request reinforcements from headquarters!"

The current situation is beyond his control.

Robin's appearance and the constant harassment from his mysterious knightly order put the Gatekeeper Knights on the defensive.

Although he was unwilling to admit his failure, he had to make this decision in order to complete the mission.

One of the centurions, West, asked unwillingly, "We clearly have the advantage, so why should we let the guys at headquarters share the credit?"

West has always had confidence in his team, believing that they are no less capable than Wilke's army in terms of manpower and strength, and have previously held the upper hand.

He didn't understand why they should ask headquarters for help at this time. He felt it was a sign of weakness and would allow the people at headquarters to share in the spoils of their impending victory.

Farman shook his head: "Alan Wilke Wolft might be back. He's the man who killed three Order Knights. Do you think we can stop him?"

A hint of awe flashed in Farman's eyes.

The name Alan Wilke Wolf is synonymous with power and legend in the Westerlands.

His achievements amazed everyone; killing three Order Knights was no easy feat, requiring immense strength and courage.

West's mouth gaped slightly, but he remained silent for a long time. He knew that what Farman said was true; Alan Wilke Wolf's reputation was legendary.

If it really is him who has returned, then their current predicament is easily explained.

The shadow of a famous tree.

A person's reputation is like the shadow of a tree, bringing invisible pressure.

Alan Wilke Wolf's reputation was enough to instill fear and awe in his enemies.

West began to reassess the current situation and realized that seeking help from headquarters might be the only option at present.

“Then how should we report to headquarters?” West asked.

Farman took a deep breath and said, “Report the facts. Tell them about our current predicament and the potential threat from Alan Wilke Woft. I believe headquarters will make the right decision.”

Therefore, Farman began to arrange for personnel to send a request for assistance to headquarters.

While waiting for a reply from headquarters, the morale of the Gatekeeper Knights became somewhat low.

The soldiers began to worry about the unknown dangers that were about to come, and their originally high morale was affected.

Robin was unaware that the Gatekeeper Knights were preparing to request reinforcements from headquarters.

He was discussing the next attack plan with his subordinates.

“We can launch another surprise attack at night, and this time we will inflict even greater losses on them,” Robin said. “But my lord, our forces are also limited. If we launch attacks too frequently, we will also suffer heavy losses ourselves,” a general expressed his concern.

Robin smiled and said, "Don't worry, our goal is not to fight them head-on, but to constantly disrupt their plans and wear down their morale."

As long as we master the rhythm of our attacks, we can achieve maximum results with minimal losses.

After hearing Robin's explanation, all the subordinates nodded in agreement.

No sooner had Farman’s plea for help been sent than Robin led the War Knights in a night raid on the Gatekeeper Knights.

Robin's War Knights approached the Gatekeeper Knights' camp silently, like ghosts in the night.

The knights rode their horses with their hooves covered to prevent them from making any noise.

They held weapons in their hands, their eyes revealing determination and ruthlessness.

Robin took the lead, his eyes fixed on the camp ahead, already having a detailed battle plan in mind.

Farman never imagined that their retribution would come so quickly, so soon after their night raid on Wilke's army.

Farman was in his tent, pondering how to deal with the current predicament. He was waiting for a reply from headquarters while worrying whether Wilke's army would launch another counterattack.

If it really is that archer knight, then they are truly in danger.

He never expected Robin to launch a retaliatory night raid so quickly.

As the War Knights approached the edge of the camp, Robin made a gesture, and the knights immediately dispersed and began to move according to the previous plan.

Some of the knights quietly took care of the sentries on the edge of the camp. Their movements were swift and efficient, and the sentries were taken down before they could even sound an alarm.

Robin then led the main knight order into the camp.

They shouted battle cries, their voices instantly shattering the tranquility of the night.

"Kill!" Robin brandished his weapon and charged toward the gatekeeper knights who had been awakened from their sleep.

The soldiers of the Gatekeeper Knights were caught off guard by this sudden attack.

They frantically grabbed weapons and tried to organize a resistance.

However, the sudden attack by the War Knights threw them into chaos, making it impossible for them to effectively organize a defense for a time.

Upon hearing the shouts of battle outside, Farman immediately rushed out of his tent.

He was both shocked and furious to see the camp in complete chaos, with Robin's knights moving through as if it were empty. "Don't panic! Reorganize your formation and counterattack!"

Farman shouted, trying to calm the troops.

Robin's War Knights didn't give them much time.

The knights rampaged through the camp, using their speed and surprise to relentlessly attack the gatekeeper knights.

Their attacks were precise and deadly; each swing of their weapons took the life of an enemy.

The most terrifying thing is Robin's elusive arrows. Anyone who stands out even slightly in a fight will inevitably be shot dead by Robin with an arrow.

The Gatekeeper Knights lacked sufficient strong warriors to resist, and the Warblade Knights easily slaughtered them.

(End of this chapter)