Capture the Prince

"Who goes there?!"

Before the noble guard could finish speaking, his words turned into a muffled groan.

The moonlight was once again covered by clouds.

Saik led his men into the tent. The drunken prince quickly sobered up, his mind instantly clearing.

"Who are you?"

"Third Regiment Captain of the Commoner Army. Shut up if you don't want to die!"

A blow struck the prince's neck, knocking him unconscious.

They quickly took out a sack and tied him up with rope. This time, they had accomplished a great feat.

They had originally only wanted to capture a high-ranking noble. Who would have thought they would directly capture the prince commanding the allied forces?

Using the moment when the moonlight was again obscured by clouds, they raced toward the rear of the camp. There was no longer any need to hide as cautiously as before. They had to leave faster, since the guards' corpses would sooner or later be discovered.

There were simply too many people here, so the camp covered a vast area. A soldier leaning against the camp fence, about to relieve himself, noticed a group of people moving quickly.

If they were soldiers patrolling the camp, they would not be without torches or other lighting tools. He immediately thought of an enemy attack and shouted, "Enemy attack!"

The noble soldier's voice was exceptionally loud, instantly ringing throughout the camp. The other sleeping soldiers woke at once, grabbing their weapons and putting on their armor.

Seeing that his group had been discovered, Saik immediately sped up. They quickly rushed out of the allied camp, entered the forest behind it, and threw the person in the sack onto a horse's back.

"Retreat! Don't get drawn into a fight! We've captured him!"

The hundred cavalrymen quickly sprang into action. There was