The victory of a religion in another world is so easy?

When it comes to issues of stance, RAND's priority is to protect the interests of the base.

The provisions brought back by Earl Black Brown were just a drop in the ocean, but they undoubtedly set an example for Rand.

After forcing prisoners to act as local guides, Rand immediately selected a group of men from both the front-line combat troops and the logistics troops to begin his looting spree.

Rand sternly told them to try not to hurt people, as these people were also a valuable asset.

As for how to transport people to the hideout, there are ways to do that.

Since Rand sent people to plunder the Black Brown Earl and the nobles in the army, it was impossible for Rand to keep it all for himself. And what he plundered would not only be food and fodder, but also valuables.

The heavy cargo would naturally slow down the march, so it needed to be transported to the rear. The people that Rand had captured were just right to take on this task.

Well, transport these valuables to the noble territories, and then transport them to Crescent Moon Territory. At least Crescent Moon Territory can guarantee that they won't starve to death because they've been robbed.

Well, other nobles rob money, but Rand robs both money and people, doubling the robbery.

Just as Rand was making meticulous preparations for his heist, the commander of the 2nd Legion, sent by the Third Prince, became anxious.

Because he was fighting on home soil, he actually received the news before Rand: the Second Prince's 2nd Legion was heading this way and would soon encircle them.

The legions sent by the Third Prince from nearby areas could not arrive in time.

This is a very serious problem. Although he received advance notice, he had no way out!

They were blocked in front by Rand's 5th Legion, and another legion was about to flank them from behind.

He has been cornered and will surely die if attacked from both sides. So all he can do now is try to defeat the forces in front of him.

His previous fantasy of coasting through the war was shattered, and he knew very well that although the opposing command was fragmented, at least the infantry regiment commander was much more capable than him.

Even during the standoff, he never found an opportunity to command the laborers who couldn't understand any of the orders.

The chances of defeating them through a direct attack are extremely slim, so we have no choice but to take a risk.

The highest-ranking professionals from the Second Prince's faction must be stationed around him, so theoretically, the highest-ranking professionals in the opposing 5th Legion should only be of the upper rank.

So, an assassination might still be a possibility.

As the commander of the 2nd Legion of the Third Prince's faction, a noble marquis, although the top-level professionals were all assigned to the Third Prince's side, he still had a very small special forces unit composed of top-level professionals.

The group consists of fifteen high-level professionals of various professions. However, since he recruited them long ago and often arranged for them to complete tasks together, they cooperated well and their combined combat strength was much stronger than that of one or two top-level professionals.

Such a force, launching a night raid when the enemy is caught off guard, still has a certain probability of successfully killing the enemy's commander.

Of course, the first thing to do is to take out the annoying scouts on the other side.

...

Elsa was on a mission as usual with the 5th Legion's scout team, the thief girl still by her side. She blinked and asked in a low voice, "Does your butt hurt, Elsa? Do you want some herbal medicine?"

Elsa's brows furrowed instantly, and her pretty oval face hardened: "Shut up, forget it!"

Chapter 88 Midnight Murder

When the thief girl shut up, Elsa shifted her position on the horse.

She had, of course, applied herbs inside her clothes; Lysa's whip really hurt.

Over the past few days, she has become quite familiar with the scout missions. Scouts are probably the most dangerous of all the military units, so scout squads are also rotated to prevent any one scout squad from suffering too many losses.

However, for Elsa, this level of danger was nothing at all.

When she was being hunted down by her family, she could be killed at any time and in any place.

For now, we only need to pay attention to these scouts who are beyond the reach of even elite professionals.

Another day of reconnaissance. Today, we didn't encounter any enemy scouts, but we did encounter some of our own. Elsa wasn't authorized to look at the envelopes, but she could guess what they contained.

It's simply that our Second Army Corps is about to arrive, allowing us to prepare and coordinate an encirclement.

Because I took a longer route today, it was already past midnight when I was ready to go back.

Elsa stuck a torch in the slot next to her horse and was munching on some dry rations. Because of Rand's favoritism, her rations were different from those of the other ordinary scouts.

Although they all look like dry bread, they contain salt and small pieces of meat.

But as Elsa rode along, she sensed something was wrong; it was too quiet.

Although the surrounding area is a plain with few trees, and it is winter, it is still not this quiet.

The sounds that should be there—the fluttering of birds, the slithering of snakes, or the scurrying of mice.

As a high-ranking thief, she could detect even the faintest sounds.

But at this moment, everything seemed to have quieted down.

No, now she can't even hear the sound of her horse's hooves pounding on the ground, the horse's snorting, or the crackling of the torch flames.

Silence spell.

Elsa tried to call out, but her companions around her obviously couldn't hear her.

He leaped from his horse, kicking the young thief girl beside him, who was also munching on dry rations, off the horse, thus saving her from an arrow aimed straight at her. This commotion finally alerted the other members of the scout team.

Then they soon discovered that they couldn't make a sound.

Elsa gave no orders and ignored everyone else; the two curved daggers at her waist were already in her hands.

Elsa doesn't know how long these people have been waiting here, or what their strength is, but she's not someone to be trifled with.

Among the advanced professionals, Elsa is considered to be among the strongest.

And at night, it becomes the domain of thieves.

Elsa glanced around at her surroundings and then vanished abruptly.

In the blink of an eye, she appeared behind a man in a cloth robe who looked like a mage, and stabbed him precisely in the back with a dagger.

The shield spell popped up instantly, but it had no effect. Elsa's movements were too fast, and the dagger seemed to have a spell-penetrating effect, so she still easily killed the mage.

Fifteen! All of them were advanced professionals; Elsa instantly determined the number of the enemy.

Elsa's pupils contracted sharply. If such a number of advanced professionals cooperated perfectly, even if a top-tier professional were to come out, there would be no chance of victory whatsoever.

She should escape now; she needs to inform Rand as soon as possible, otherwise such a high-level professional unit could pose a threat to Rand in the military camp.

The moment Elsa chose to flee, two people dressed as thieves, wearing tight leather armor and all in black, blocked her way.

Behind her, an archer held a bow, aiming it at Elsa's back.

Elsa disappeared once again. Her method of movement was miraculous in the eyes of these advanced professionals, but it was not completely unsolvable.

The enemy mage cast a wide-area slow spell, which also affected their own allies.

Elsa's movements were no longer as fast as before, almost like teleportation.

She looked up at the mage casting the spell. She had killed one of the mages at the beginning, but there was a second mage among the fifteen.

It's more troublesome than I imagined; it seems like we can't get out of here.

After the mage saw that Elsa's movements had slowed down significantly, he began to remove the slow effect from each of his men.

Even with the slow spell, Elsa's movements were still quite fast.

With her left hand, she blocked the dagger of the nearest thief who was trying to intercept her, while with her right hand, she plunged the dagger into his abdomen, forcefully inserting her entire right hand, and then pulling the thief's intestines out along with it.

Elsa turned and kicked away another thief who tried to attack.

But the arrows from the archers in the distance were unavoidable.

Explosive arrow.

Among advanced professionals, rangers or pure archers are already proficient in using special arrows.

Take, for example, an explosive arrow filled with unstable magical energy.

When it hit Elsa, the arrow exploded, creating high temperatures and a shockwave.

Elsa was blasted away a distance.

The moment she landed, Elsa got up and forcefully jumped backward a distance to dodge the second explosive arrow.

With several golden leaves chewing in her mouth, because Elsa was on the most dangerous scout mission, Rand was quite biased and gave most of the golden leaves that could be picked to Elsa.

This is exactly what we need right now.

The effect of a single golden leaf is roughly equivalent to a combination of Yunnan Baiyao and ginseng.

If there were a few more pieces, at least the life force would stop Elsa's wound from bleeding.

Fortunately, the smoke and dust from the exploding arrows gave Elsa a chance to catch her breath.

The daggers were crossed in front of his chest.

Although Elsa always called herself a thief, she was an assassin at heart.

Her family's teachings made it clear to her that a qualified assassin must be as light as a butterfly, as swift as a hummingbird, and as ferocious as a hyena.

When the smoke cleared, Elsa was nowhere to be seen in the dim moonlight.

Elsa appeared behind another spellcaster, her curved dagger tearing through the flesh of his throat, blood gushing out.

At this moment, she was blasted away by the counter-spell, flying a distance away, but the mage who cast the spell had already lost his life.

The slow spell was lifted, but her injuries were no longer enough for her to use the near-short-distance teleportation technique, Instant Step.

Her scout teammates had also been almost all killed, but these people no longer paid attention to her teammates. These attackers all found that this slender, faceless but fair-skinned thief was the most threatening of them all.

She was dressed in a tight-fitting, purplish-black leather armor, her entire body covered in fabric, but due to the direct impact of the explosive arrow, her body was blasted open with charred wounds.

But Elsa's expression remained unchanged. Her originally dark eyes glowed with a faint blue-purple light as she indifferently gazed at everyone under the dim moonlight.

Like a cold-blooded killing machine, devoid of emotion and never hesitating.

There were three archers. When they noticed that Elsa posed the greatest threat, all three archers fired arrows at Elsa simultaneously.

Elsa thought to herself, "Even if we combine them, we're not as good as Lysa who shoots small sticks." But she was already in a very bad state.

Elsa dodged two arrows, but the third arrow pierced her back with deadly accuracy.

I felt a faint numbing sensation; it seems this is a poisoned arrow.

Avoid the soldiers charging at close range, then reach out.

The all-powerful hands could be controlled to some extent, but that was no longer necessary. At this moment, what mattered most to the warrior was his armor.