The Scheming Figure Who Wants It All

The Horn Summon Ranger Corps has finally arrived!

At this moment, the Gatu centurions on the periphery also began shouting, "Bispa!"

Their voices were high-pitched and urgent.

The Gatu people retreated like a tide, regrouping on the flat ground below the gentle slope, their backs to the riverbank.

That Gatu centurion looked back with some despair at the battlefield littered with corpses—inside the camp, those few devils, covered in blood, still stood in the pools of gore.

Hundreds of meters away, countless rangers in green cloaks were galloping, forming a skirmish line and gradually encircling them.

The sound of hooves splashing through puddles became a chorus.

Then, the centurion, with the more than a hundred Gatu cavalry he had just assembled, charged south.

"Wusa! Gatu!"

This was the correct choice. They could only fight on foot within the camp. Even if they killed everyone in the camp, they would still be trapped.

Only to the south was there flat ground suitable for a cavalry breakout, a path to survival.

—As long as they could break through the Horn Ranger's encirclement.

"Wuwuwu..."

The horn calls grew more urgent, and hundreds of rangers in full green armor charged towards the Gatu's front flank.

Behind the rangers were even more troops. In the wind and rain, it was impossible to count how many there were; it only felt as if green horses were everywhere, stretching to the horizon.

Li Ang collapsed onto the blood-soaked mud, gasping as he watched the battle on the gentle slope.

Ralph, you came at the damn right time...

Just in time to send me off!

The Gatu forces charged left and right but couldn't break free from the rangers' constant harassment. Then, they began to charge in formation with their lances lowered.

The front ten-man squad charged with their lances, and after an interval of a dozen meters, another ten-man squad charged forward.

This was a "chisel formation"; they intended to create a gap by repeated thrusts and break through the rangers' encirclement.

But this was also the most costly way to charge.

Amidst fierce collisions and various cries, several ten-man squads were swallowed by the sea of green.

The Gatu behind them charged again as a group, almost breaking through the rangers' encirclement, but ultimately failed to break through the final wall.

That was Ralph, wielding a long war spear, a green cape fluttering behind him, and no one could withstand him.

The Gatu, clad in gray chainmail, finally all fell, disappearing from the battlefield.

Not a single one surrendered.

And their final desperate charge caused the casualties of at least dozens of rangers.

Kloze walked up to Li Ang, "The Gatu are all qualified warriors... Although their military discipline is poor, they obey orders, are brave and fearless. Such a charge reminds me of the Death Squad."

Li Ang turned to look at the corpses scattered throughout the camp.

Then he looked at his subordinates, all of whom were wounded.

"Kloze, you can train the charge squads into Death Squads... Anyway, I'm definitely not fighting these kind of lousy battles anymore!"

Li Ang gritted his teeth and gestured with his hands, still not daring to pull out the arrows stuck in him.

He glanced at Ansen, seeing him tending to the severely wounded, Li Ang didn't call him.

Kloze also glanced at Ansen, then turned back and was silent for a moment, "My Lord, you are the noble I've ever seen who most resembles Count Meitengheim... You possess high..."

"Resembles my ass! The thing I dislike doing the most is charging into battle." Li Ang interrupted directly, scoffing at Kloze's clumsy flattery.

He still wanted to live a few more years; that Count was rumored to have died on the charge.

"You just want me to teach them swordsmanship, don't you... Kloze, oh Kloze, I never expected you, with your thick eyebrows and big eyes, to be a flatterer..."

"My Lord, you truly understand me..."

Fine, this flattery was even more clumsy.

Ralph had already reached the gentle slope. With a ranger who wasn't carrying a bow beside him, he dismounted and stood next to Li Ang.

"Is Lord Li Ang alright?"

They hadn't recognized that blood-soaked monster as Li Ang.

Li Ang tugged at his helmet; the thick blood seemed to have stuck the chainmail to his head.

Gritting his teeth, he pulled off the helmet, bringing with it a cascade of blood drops that splashed onto him.

"This Lord is not dead yet..."

"Hiss... Lord Li Ang, you..."

Ralph was clearly stunned, his face filled with disbelief.

"Knight Commander Ralph, I regret to say there's no clean place to sit, please make yourself comfortable..."

Li Ang didn't get up. He tilted his head back and looked at the two knights in green helmets. An arrow was lodged in his thigh, and he didn't want to move right now.

The two green-hatted knights frowned, looking at the ground littered with corpses and dismembered limbs.

There seemed to be nowhere to put their feet; the entire camp was a pool of blood.

"My apologies, Lord Li Ang, I didn't expect them to escape... I've also never seen a noble like you..."

Ralph was flustered, seeming to want to help Li Ang up but also worried about touching his wound.

"Alright Ralph, stop with the useless talk. The Gatu army at Brave Shield Fortress is a decoy. Hurry and take your men back to Long River Town, your home has been attacked!"

Li Ang twisted his sore neck.

"No... Lord, I know about Long River Town, but..."

Ralph's face was filled with obvious anger: "But it was done by a group of so-called rebels. And right after they took Long River Town, Duke Alma and his family knights eliminated them... Lord, you should understand what I mean..."

Li Ang froze.

Then, he extended his hand, signaling Ralph to help him up, and stood: "Duke Elfwan, was he killed by those so-called rebels? And then Alma took over the entire Elfwan family in the name of revenge?"

Ralph carefully helped Li Ang up and sighed: "Most of Duke Elfwan's family were killed. Those rebels claimed it stemmed from hatred over a wife and daughters who were previously stolen..."

"Hah! Did Elfwan really do something like that?"

"Perhaps... But Lord, the problem is, they killed the women in the Duke's family who had no official standing, the so-called stolen wives and daughters... yet they spared Duke Elfwan's wife, Madam Bella."

"Makes sense. They kept his wife so they could fully inherit the estate. Who knows, maybe in half a year, that old woman will give birth to a posthumous child..."

Li Ang looked at Ralph and saw Ralph's eyes become vacant, looking at Li Ang as if he were a divine being manifesting.

"Lord Li Ang, do you really know prophecy?"

The ranger beside him was full of admiration.

"What do you mean? Oh, your bow..."

"No, no, no... Lord, Grand Duke Alma has indeed declared that Duke Elfwan's wife, Madam Bella, is pregnant. As a friend, he will raise Duke Elfwan's child to adulthood!"

"What the hell... How old is that Madam?"

"Around fifty..."

This was truly a case of playing both sides and looking good. Ralph couldn't help but admire Alma's shameless yet respectable move.

Indeed, cunning and shamelessness are virtues. Look at how successful his plan was