About twenty kilometers away from Icestone City, a simple but orderly campsite had been built.
The campsite was built in an empty area beside a small lake, and the ground had been simply leveled.
The bushes that were in the way had been cut down, but these bushes that had just been soaked in snow were still wet and couldn't be used as fuel, so they were sharpened and stuck into the ground to make a simple defensive fence.
About a hundred fully armed mercenaries patrolled around the campsite, and inside the campsite, there were dozens of even better equipped soldiers.
From the flags they raised, it could be seen that these soldiers were the Oman family's private army.
In the center of the campsite, a knight in silver armor was warming himself next to a bonfire.
He wasn't wearing a helmet, revealing a handsome young face with blue eyes and black hair. His thin lips were tightly pursed, making him look determined and calm.
Light footsteps sounded, and the knight turned around to see his wife walking over.
"Valla, it's so late, aren't you going to sleep?" Caitlin opened her sleepy eyes and came to the bonfire, leaning on her husband's broad shoulder.
"I'll keep watch for a while, you go sleep first." Knight Valla had a doting smile on his face as he rubbed his wife's hair.
"Mm, then I'll accompany you, I'm actually not sleepy." Caitlin couldn't help but yawn as she said she wasn't sleepy.
Valla shook his head with a smile, "Go sleep, we should be able to reach Icestone City tomorrow. Don't look so haggard then, otherwise Viscount Angley will probably blame me for not taking good care of his sister."
The corner of Caitlin's lips curled up slightly, "Colin isn't that petty."
Valla was about to persuade her again, but he suddenly seemed to have sensed something, and all the muscles in his body instantly tensed up.
Caitlin also felt the change in her husband, and asked in confusion, "What's wrong?"
"Someone's coming!" Valla helped his wife up, and then quickly put on his helmet and sword.
At this moment, the alarm indeed echoed in the campsite, and there were also the panicked cries of the mercenaries, "Rebels, the rebels are coming!"
"Rebels?" Caitlin's face was filled with panic, and she held her husband's arm tightly as she asked worriedly, "Will it be okay?"
"Don't worry, it's just a bunch of starving slaves. Kill the ones at the front, and the rest will run on their own." Valla comforted her with a relaxed expression.
"Still, you have to be careful!"
"Alright."
After comforting his wife, Knight Valla strode forward, and used his sword to hit his shield, making banging sounds as he shouted loudly.
"Don't panic! Formation! Face the enemy! "
Under Knight Valla's orders, the guards of the Oman family quickly formed a battle formation and gathered around the knight, looking at the slaves swarming in from outside the camp with a solemn expression.
The performance of the mercenaries was a bit worse. When they saw the large number of slaves swarming over, they were suddenly scared to the point that their hands and feet turned to jelly, not knowing what to do.
"Archers, fire!"
Knight Valla * "ordered.
A rain of arrows was shot out from the campsite, and although it wasn't dense, it still caused quite a bit of damage to the unprotected slaves.
After three rounds of arrow rain, the slaves had already reached the fence. Knight Valla raised his giant shield in front of him and roared.
"Raise your shields! Advance! "
Under Knight Valla's lead, the Oman family's guards were like a sharp knife, stabbing deeply into the rebel army, and the slaves were unable to resist at all.
The difference in equipment, martial arts, and battle intent was too great, and these starving slaves were no match for the Oman family's guards.
Knight Valla was bathed in golden holy light, and the slaves screamed and screamed as he killed, and ran away like rats.
His bravery also woke the mercenaries up from their dreams, and they all yelled as they joined in the battle.
The rebel army, who had the advantage in numbers, was forced to retreat.
… …
At the back of the rebel army, Cripple looked at his companions who couldn't even withstand a single blow, and disdain flashed through his heart. However, he still spoke respectfully to the slave leader beside him.
"Sir, there are knights in this campsite, and I'm afraid we won't be able to take it down. We should retreat, and Icestone City is our true destination. "
The slave leader's expression changed, and he said angrily, "A bunch of trash, you can't even take down a campsite with so few people, how are you going to take Icestone City!"
Cripple hurriedly explained, "Sir, you don't have that many troops in your hands right now. Only by meeting up with the other rebel forces in Icestone City will we have a chance to take down Icestone City. "
The slave leader's expression changed rapidly, and when he looked up and saw the terrifying scene of Knight Valla's massacre, his entire body trembled, and he reluctantly ordered, "Retreat!"
After the rebel army received the order to retreat, it was as if they had been pardoned, and in the blink of an eye, not a single one was left.
Under the cover of the night, many of the slaves actually lost their way and got separated from the main group.
The slave leader didn't have the mind to count his losses, and directly led the retreating slaves back to Icestone City.
The slave leader, who was immersed in the unwillingness of his failure, didn't notice that the slave called Cripple had disappeared from the group at some point.
… …
When the morning sun dispersed the fog in the forest, the Oman family's troops once again set off.
After last night's battle, Knight Valla's reputation in the group had greatly increased.
Those who originally looked at her with disdain because of her lowly status as an illegitimate child now looked at her with reverence.
Although one's background was important, strength was also a commonly used name card in this world.
The troop didn't move quickly, and it wasn't until the sun set in the west that they could see the tall walls of Icestone City.
However, at this moment, a bloody massacre was taking place under the walls of Icestone City.
Countless rebel slaves gathered under the city walls like ants, and seemed to be attacking the city.
They had built a dozen or so extremely crude wooden ladders, and were climbing up the city walls with all their might.
However, Knight Valla, who had been on the battlefield for a long time, could tell at a glance that the defenders were clearly not using their full strength.
It was as if they were worried that if they used too much strength, they would scare away all the gathered slaves.
However, even if the defenders had already retracted their strength, the slaves' attack was still chaotic and completely disorganized. Their own people were even fighting over the wooden ladders, and most of the slaves just stood under the city walls with blank expressions, randomly howling a few times, not knowing what they should be doing at all.
The dozen or so slave leaders gathered together, and when they saw the chaotic situation in front of them, they were also somewhat helpless.
They had never received military education, so how could they know how to attack a city?
Just as the slave leaders were getting more and more anxious, the city gates of Icestone City suddenly opened.
The slaves were stunned for a dozen or so seconds, and then suddenly cheered, all of them surging towards the open city gates.
However, before they could celebrate for long, the ground suddenly began to tremble.
Along with the flying corpses and splattering blood, the black-armored cavalry shot out of the city gate like sharp arrows, completely scattering the slave army.
Seeing all this, Knight Valla shook her head with a smile, and turned to order, "Caitlin, you stay here with the mercenaries. I will lead the family guards to help."
"Alright."
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