On the city wall, Ilif watched the purple glow in the distance and waved to signal his nephew to begin.
The young knight understood at once. He led his personal guards beneath the city wall and ordered the soldiers to open the gates.
As the ground trembled, a large army approached Rostock City.
An officer handed over a red ribbon and respectfully said, "General."
Ilif raised his left arm and had the officer tie the red ribbon around it. He then drew his sword and shouted beneath the moonlight, "The uprising begins now."
More than a thousand soldiers stationed atop the city walls took out red scarves and tied them around their left arms.
More than four thousand defenders on the city streets likewise tied red scarves around their arms.
Before long, several thousand Blackrock Army soldiers arrived beneath Rostock City. Led by the Rebel Army, they passed through the North Gate and charged into the city.
"Enemy forces have entered the city! Enemy forces have entered the city!"
The shouts rang through the barracks. Large numbers of soldiers threw on simple clothes, grabbed their weapons, and rushed out of their tents. Seeing enemy troops charging in from all directions, they immediately fell into chaos.
"Kill!"
Beneath the moonlight, several thousand soldiers rushed into the East Barracks. Any German not wearing a red scarf fell within the slaughter's reach.
War cries, screams, and the clash of weapons echoed above the barracks.
The soldiers did not know their commanders, and the commanders did not recognize their soldiers. Within an extremely short time, the Command System completely collapsed.
Countless soldiers fled in all directions, unable to distinguish friend from foe. In their muddled state, they slashed at anyone they encountered.
"General, with just over three thousand men, we defeated a ten-thousand-man camp