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Upon hearing this, Auréli could not deny that Zachary was no good-for-nothing.

This person is able to accurately understand the battle situation, quickly formulate strategies, and leave room for contingencies in the strategy, and can even consider backup plans.

With him around, even if the loyal dog had some scheme, it would be absolutely impossible for him to carry it out.

Aurelia couldn't help but worry for the loyal dog, and looked up at the prisoner of war in front of her.

For a fleeting moment, a sense of unease flashed through her mind.

She quickly realized what was making her feel strange.

She asked, "What about the prisoners' weapons?"

"Of course, I haven't forgotten to confiscate their weapons," the leader said, curtsying as if to claim credit.

But Aure pressed on, "I was referring to their armor!"

"Armor? Oh, that's how they were when we captured them," the leader said. "Their armor is severely incomplete; it seems the hills are truly impoverished."

Something's not right! Aurelia thought, something's definitely not right!

Mitchell once complained to Aure that it took three people to put together a complete set of armor for the troops on the plateau.

And what about these people? Even if you could spare ten, it would probably be difficult.

Are the hills so poor they're practically bankrupt?

Perhaps, but that's not true of loyal dogs!

According to information heard from the lords of the hills when Aurelia was playing Rosa Montero, Hubert Peyton's Trough Harbor was incredibly wealthy.

How could someone who is the commander of the enemy forces not even have a full suit of armor?

But... Aure racked her brains trying to figure out... why was this happening?

At that moment, Aure accidentally turned her head, and her eyes seemed to be suddenly dazzled by something, causing her to squint.

She looked north: "What's that?"

Everyone looked over at the sound.

At first there was nothing, but soon, tiny specks of light appeared.

The highlight slowly approached and became increasingly clear.

They spread out horizontally and slowly connected into a line.

Aurée glanced south again and saw the same scene.

Everyone held their breath; they all knew something was coming...

After a short rest, Aure finally figured out what those bright spots were.

Those were flames swaying in the wind, their long tails trailing behind them, dancing in the air like smoke.

Below the fireworks was a wooden stick with its head coated with tar.

Of course, it has another, more well-known name—the torch.

Those carrying torches were a fully armed cavalry unit.

The firelight reflected off the smooth steel surface of the cavalry armor, making it gleam on the chest like a burning heart.

"Oh my god..."

Aurée heard the leader of the prisoner-transporting team utter such a terrified murmur.

"May God protect you..."

His voice faded, but the village's commotion had only just begun.

The sounds of horses' hooves, neighing, swords being drawn, arrows flying, and armor plates clashing...

All the sounds blended together, merging into a short cry:

"kill!"

"Kill them!"

"kill!"

Enemy forces, surprise attack!

When the enemy's vanguard cavalry, like a flood bursting its banks, rushed into the village, the plateau troops stationed there belatedly realized the crisis.

Unable to receive Aurelia's orders, they instinctively drew their weapons.

However, before they could put up any resistance, they would be immediately scattered, killed, or subdued by the invading cavalry.

The situation quickly tilted to one side...

All the garrison troops were plunged into despair, except for Aure, who laughed.

"So that's how it is!" Aure cheered inwardly.

Then, she caught sight of a high hill not far away.

A man stands atop a white horse, his gaze indifferently fixed on the village.

The man was wearing an olive-colored suit of armor, and a light gray silk cloak fluttered in the wind...