Breaking Through

At this moment, an elderly officer with a full head of white hair walked over. When the others saw him arrive, they made way for him.

The old officer shook his head regretfully when he saw Blacklin standing there in a daze. Then he walked up to the viscount and said, "Viscount Trik, you should immediately order all troops to prepare for defense."

The enemy's encirclement of us is massive; our allies must be aware of it. As long as we hold on, we'll receive reinforcements.

Viscount Blacklin Hablin then realized what was happening and immediately shouted, "Yes, yes, you guys organize the troops to defend immediately!"

The officers were about to act after hearing Viscount Trik's words when they realized there was no follow-up. Everyone, including Viscount Trik, turned their attention to the old officer.

The veteran officer took over command directly, "Go and move the crossbow troops to the west. It's far from the river and forest, which is suitable for the enemy to deploy. When you see that the enemy may launch an attack, immediately arrange for the troops to fire in unison. Don't worry about the consumption of arrows. As long as the soldiers still have strength, don't stop."

Go and organize the Serf Soldiers, dismantle all the tents in the camp, reinforce the barricades at both gates, and reinforce any damaged sections of the wall as well. Be quick and get moving.

Also, gather all our armored warriors in the center of the camp and have them stand guard beside the Viscount.

The remaining Pikemen will be under my personal command. Gather all the shields you have and hand them over to my troops. I will lead them to the west to cooperate with the archers in establishing a defensive line.

After the officers were assigned their tasks, they all left, leaving only Viscount Trik, his Captain of the Guard of the Viscount Trik, and the old officer behind.

Upon hearing the last sentence, Viscount Trik quickly grabbed the old officer's arm. "Uncle Lynn, you stay with me. Let the others take charge of the Pikemen."

The old officer named Lynn gave a wry smile and patted Viscount Trik's head, "Your Excellency, this enemy is no ordinary one. They are swift and ruthless, directly seizing the weak points in our formation, and are determined to defeat us."

Fortunately, our camp is fairly well-prepared. If we make good use of it, we might be able to hold it.

However, the spear formation is crucial; I need to personally command it to feel at ease. You just stay in the middle of the camp; with their protection, you'll be safe."

After saying that, Lynn pushed Trek aside and had the Captain of the Guard hold their viscount back. Lynn looked at the Captain of the Guard and said, "You better protect the viscount well. Think of your family. If the viscount is injured, I will hold you responsible."

After saying that, Lynn left quickly. He felt heavy-hearted, and he had a premonition that this operation might not go so smoothly. The enemy's tactics and timing were very good.

But what's even more terrifying is their elite status. When such a large Cavalry force ran around the camp, they not only consciously controlled their speed to conserve energy, but also maintained a distance of an arrow's flight at all times. This was far more terrifying than the Northland Barbarians he had encountered in his youth.

"Madam, Lynn may no longer be able to protect the Blacklin family. I hope you can bless Young Master Trek so that he can live a long and healthy life."

"Sigh, we finally saw another chance for the Blacklin family to break free from the Great Oak Family, but they've encountered such an enemy right off the bat. It's truly a curse from heaven."

Despite his chaotic thoughts, Lynn did not give up. Having held military power in the Blacklin family for so many years, he had never neglected the development of the army, and the Blacklin family's standing army was known for its elite troops.

Lynn quickly organized a long spear formation and positioned it directly facing west. Just as he had expected, the dust in the open space outside the western wall was indeed greater than in the other directions.

The officer in charge of the crossbowmen gave the order to fire a volley at the right moment, but the rain of arrows disappeared into the dust and nothing happened, not even the screams of those hit by arrows.

Lynn's expression suddenly changed drastically, and his heart sank. "This is bad! A feint attack!"

Just as he was about to say something, a scream suddenly came from the north, "The enemy has broken in!"

Lynn looked up to the north and saw smoke and dust billowing from the camp. Soon, some scattered Serf Soldiers ran out, all terrified, as if some ferocious beast was behind them.

Suddenly, a large contingent of black-armored Cavalry burst through the smoke. There were at least several hundred men and horses, all clad in armor and wearing black ghost masks. They charged menacingly towards the archer and spear infantry formations, brandishing their spears.

Knight Lynn closed his eyes in anguish. The number of Cavalry was far less than the crossbowmen and pikemen phalanx around him, but they were attacking his weak flank. Even if he ordered his troops to turn around now, it would be too late.

Sure enough, a moment later, Lynn felt a tremendous force strike him. He was instantly thrown into the air, tumbled a few times in the air, and landed. Before he could feel the pain, he felt a heavy blow to his head and lost consciousness.

However, before losing consciousness, Lynn still had no idea how the Cavalry unit had broken through the wall.