I, the prince in distress, send money

Chapter 223 The Player's Mission (Part Two)

Rewind to last night...

"...Tonight, we will attack Waterladnoy!!!"

When Connie announced the news to the players in a grove of trees, they immediately cheered.

Although Connie's plan sounded very unreliable, it was the product of a leader's slap on the thigh, without a detailed battle plan, reliable logistical support, or even decent siege equipment.

But this only made the players more excited.

"Holy crap! A night raid? Is it that exciting?"

"NPCs leading the charge in creating chaos? Love it!"

"Wait, we don't even have ladders, how are we going to attack the city?"

"Crawl? What are your arms and legs for?"

Connie looked at her eager subordinates, who were discussing animatedly, and a slight smile appeared on her lips.

She had thought that after she proposed the plan, at least a few people would raise questions or even refuse to carry out this near-suicidal mission, but she did not expect that these soldiers of the battle group were truly worthy of being His Highness the Prince's elite subordinates.

They showed no fear whatsoever; on the contrary, they were all eager to get started, and some had even begun rummaging through their backpacks for homemade Molotov cocktails.

That's great! With subordinates like these, how can we not accomplish great things!

"Sir, are you sure you want to take action tonight?"

Chris had assigned Connie to command the temporary infantry regiment, and the adjutant, who was specifically tasked with leading this intelligence officer, lowered his voice and turned pale.

"We haven't even figured out the height of the city walls..."

Connie glanced at her men, who were enthusiastically discussing "how to build siege ladders out of wood and corpses," then turned back to look at her adjutant with disdain.

"Is this considered a difficulty?"

The adjutant remained silent.

He really wanted to complain, "Isn't this a problem?"

Although Watladnoy is now a ghost town with few guards, there isn't a specific number of guards!
This is like a person with severe myopia who isn't wearing glasses trying to stare at a billboard ten meters away. They can make out what it is, but they can't make out what's written on it at all.

Is it too reckless and crazy to launch an attack on Wotladnoy without any prior knowledge of the situation?
What about the plan? What about the contingency plan?
Most importantly, what about the backup plan?

If they succeed, that's fine, but what if they fail? Will they all die in Waterladnoy?

This twenty-year-old adjutant, who had formally attended a night school officer crash course, suddenly felt a sense of despair.

Despite his despair, the adjutant gritted his teeth and prepared to fight his unreliable superior to the death... No matter what, he had to repay the prince's kindness to him.

Connie turned around and saw the adjutant's expression. Seeing his expression as if his parents had died, she guessed what he was thinking.

"Don't be afraid, I've already made preparations for tonight's operation."

Connie comforted the adjutant, saying that this promising young man was a great adjutant, even though he was very rigid and timid.

However, because of his existence, Connie doesn't need to be responsible for the food, drink, and daily needs of a thousand or so people, allowing her to be a carefree, hands-off manager.

Although things haven't gone smoothly yet, Connie has already planned that once she successfully wins over Waterladnoy, she will ask her adjutant for credit and request that he stay by her side as her personal deputy.

Such a capable adjutant is really useful.

"Sir, what preparations have you made?"

The adjutant, clinging to a sliver of hope, cautiously inquired.

At this point, Connie became somewhat proud, because she felt that her arrangements were excellent.

“I sent men to infiltrate Wattladnoy ahead of time. They bribed some locals, and they will help me open the western city gate at midnight tonight.”

"And then..." The adjutant asked expectantly, eager to hear his superior's plan.

"What then?"

Connie replied with a nonsensical remark.

The adjutant understood, and the expectant expression on his face immediately froze.

The adjutant's Adam's apple bobbed, and the firelight cast his shadow on the muddy ground, making him look like a bronze statue nailed to a cross. He suddenly realized that Connie's so-called "preparations" were nothing more than a high-stakes gamble disguised as a strategic deployment.

"Sir, are you sure the inside man won't suddenly change his mind?"

The adjutant's voice was hoarse from being ground in his dry throat.

"What if the defending forces are far larger than expected? We haven't even scouted out how many arrow towers are behind the city walls..."

"It's alright."

Connie waved her hand dismissively.

"Besides the inside man, I have other arrangements. Take a look at this."

As Connie spoke, she picked up a wooden stick from her feet. At the top of the stick was an oval-shaped, dark-looking metal object that appeared to be heavy.

The adjutant had seen the thing a long time ago, and he was a little puzzled as to why his superior would use such a long-handled hammer as his weapon.

"This is?"

The adjutant tried to ask.

"This is a fine product from the Explosive Art Gunpowder Workshop... an explosive siege spear!"

Connie spoke excitedly, struggling to grip the explosive spear as she demonstrated.

"As long as we do this and thrust the spearhead at the city gate, it will explode and blast a hole in the gate. Even if the inside agent doesn't open the gate, we can still use this siege spear to blow it open!"

The adjutant glanced at the dark, olive-shaped iron ball and immediately realized that it was filled with gunpowder, and from the description, it was a powerful brown gunpowder. He subconsciously and quietly took two steps back.

"Sir... won't people die if we use siege spears like these?"

The adjutant gently persuaded Connie.

"Anyone who uses it will definitely be torn apart by the shockwave of the explosion."

"fine."

Connie waved her hand once again in a carefree manner.

“I won’t ask you to use this thing. There are too many barbarian guards that His Highness sent to me who are willing to use it. Look, I’ve already distributed the siege spears.”

The adjutant turned his head and looked behind him. His hair stood on end. In the clearing of the woods, a dozen burly men were gleefully waving the same explosive battering lances. They had taken off their clothes, their muscles were covered in oil, and they were jumping around in a circle, as if they were performing some kind of primitive tribal ritual.

One particularly burly fellow even crossed two siege spears on his back, looking like a human powder keg, as he poked the spears at a tree trunk.

"Sir!"

The adjutant's voice changed as he suddenly remembered what Connie had just said.

"These siege spears... they're the kind that explode if you push them forward... right...?"

"That's right, don't worry, their siege spears haven't been fitted with fuses yet, they won't detonate now."

Connie despised the adjutant's fear; she increasingly felt that he was a coward with no manly spirit whatsoever.

"Alright, it's about time, guys, let's go!!!"

(End of this chapter)