A Guide to Becoming a God Starting from a Monastery

But if the Knights actually dispatched an army of thousands of men and launched a ruthless, all-out assault...

Then the ambush prepared by Ferdinand would be swallowed up by the Knights in one gulp. That would be a case of losing more than gaining.

If the Knights dispatched an army of dozens or even hundreds of men, that would be Ferdinand's ideal situation.

Of course, this kind of sneak attack involving dozens or hundreds of people is the most likely.

After all, this was all a psychological game. Ferdinand didn't believe Thomas's decisiveness was so bad as to overwhelm him... but of course, it wasn't so bad as to be foolish either.

Therefore, it was a normal choice for Thomas to send an army of a hundred people to launch a night attack and take a risk.

The noise over there continues.

"It looks like an army of at least a hundred men," Ferdinand said. "Look, if there were only a few, the chaos over there should have subsided by now."

In order to deal with the hundred knights, Ferdinand arranged a total of three thousand troops.

They were all around, hiding in the trenches they had dug. Men didn't take off their armor, and horses didn't take off their saddles, and they spent the night in the trenches.

"I can't see, my lord. Will the ambush succeed?"

"I don't know, but it depends on this minute or two!" Ferdinand said. "That's the time the Knights have. If they retreat within two minutes, even if I set up an ambush, it won't be enough to stop them. But if it's more than two minutes, they'll all be left behind!"

Of course, some siege weapons, such as cannons and catapults, would be destroyed, but that was not a big deal. In two or three days, these losses would be replaced.

On the dirt hill ahead, a mendicant monk raised a metal staff in his hand and swung it vigorously, again and again.

As he moved, waves of magic fanned out and swept under the earthen hill.

Third-level spell: Dispel magic!

After finishing, he turned around and left - a gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall.

Spellcasters will never be cannon fodder!

Chapter 290 Night Raid 4

More than ten minutes ago, the Knights' attacking force had quietly left the city.

Instead of opening the city gate, he used magic to jump down from the top of the city wall and immediately rushed to the target.

In the dark of night, the Turks set up a simple line of defense.

It's no big deal, just a few bells and some string.

But even if you are blessed with "dark vision", it is difficult for you to detect these simple traps while moving forward quickly.

The only way to completely avoid it is to sneak slowly and destroy it step by step. But if you do that, you are very likely to be spotted by patrols and sentries.

A team of ten people can try to sneak in quietly, but it is difficult for a team of a hundred people.

From the very beginning, Balboa planned to "get in and out quickly".

The bells warning of traps jingled all around.

The knights have already rushed into the camp.

There is also a small camp on the hillside, with a wooden fence as high as a person outside!

Little Balbo leaped over and rushed towards the largest tent. With a swing of his sword, he had already torn a large hole in the tent.

Inside was an officer holding a blanket to cover his body.

This gentleman was having quite a bit of fun. There were two beautiful women lying on the bed, both naked.

Someone suddenly tore open the tent and rushed in, leaving the officer bewildered.

I just heard the ringtone, and it came here in just a few seconds?

Little Balbo can kill the opponent instantly with just one forward stab.

However, he inexplicably felt a sense of boredom, which somewhat dampened his killing intent.

But he immediately remembered that this was a war, a battlefield, and he couldn't act entirely on his own whim.

The officer was about to speak when a figure flashed before him, and he was instantly terrified. He didn't care about anything else and threw himself backward, rolling to the ground. He grabbed the two women and pushed them towards the enemy.

Just as little Balbo was about to give chase, the two naked women were pushed towards him.

He turned the sword in his hand and used the spine of the sword instead of the edge to pull the two women's bodies away.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the officer came to the weapon rack not far away and took down a heavy long sword.

The kind that requires two hands to hold.

In a flash, blood surged throughout his body, his body grew larger, and his skin turned slightly darker.

But he is an elite warrior!

"Boy, you're looking for death!" The officer growled, his muscles bulging and surging, and he chopped at his head with a knife.

He didn't care at all whether he would hurt his two bed partners.

He just saw clearly that the other party did not want to hurt innocent people.

You can call it chivalry, or you can call it stupidity.

As a seasoned warrior, he naturally has his own abilities and trump cards, and he is very confident in his own vision.

At first glance, it was clear that the enemy in front of him was not very old.

At this age, they are still naive and don't know that fighting is a life-and-death struggle, and that they must do anything to win.

Moreover, he knew one thing very well.

That is, on the battlefield, there is never any one-on-one talk!

At this moment, a person emerged silently from behind little Balbo.

He came in from under the tent.

The man was in tattered clothes, but he was holding a long sword and quietly stabbed little Balbo in the back.

The long sword in the officer's hand was powerful, but the long sword stabbing at his back was silent.

The two men, one in front and one behind, attacked at the same time.

No matter what kind of enemy it is, it is impossible for it to remain unscathed by this move.

Unfortunately……

There was a crisp metallic sound.

Little Balbo stepped aside to avoid the heavy blow from the long sword in front of him, and used his sword to block the attack from behind. There was a hint of boredom in his eyes under the helmet.

He had seen many sneak attacks like this before.

Electric arcs danced on Balbo's longsword. As the two swords clashed, the attacker froze, unable to move. He was pierced directly by his other sword.

After piercing the opponent, he did not put away his sword immediately. Instead, he used one hand like a baton to slam the attacker behind him forward and knock him down.

At this moment, the Turkic officer's long sword was coming down for the second time.

Amidst the loud crash, the attacker's body slammed heavily into the long sword swung by the Turkic officer.

The blade made a sound as it cut through flesh.

The impact caused the two of them to roll to the ground immediately, turning into rolling gourds.

Little Balbo stepped forward and stabbed with his sword, pinning both men to the ground at the same time.

"Are these the elite of the Turks?" Little Balbo sneered, a little disappointed.

I had originally thought this enemy would be a bit tricky. After all, judging by the tent, he should be the commander or deputy of this small camp.

The two naked women screamed and rushed out, and little Balbo didn't care.

His purpose in this operation was not to kill people, but to remove obstacles as much as possible.

Make it impossible for the enemy to organize a resistance so that we can complete the work as quickly as possible without interference.

He drew back his sword and ignored the two twitching bodies. He turned around, took a step forward, and in a flash, he rushed out of the tent.

As soon as I walked out of the tent, suddenly a dense barrage of crossbow arrows shot towards me, like raindrops.

Little Balbo knew that he had magical defenses and was wearing heavy armor, but he was unwilling to withstand a hail of arrows.

The long sword in his hand flickered, and the lightning faded, turning into a khaki-gray light.

Elemental Mastery: Earth.

He touched the tip of his sword to a large rock on the ground, and with his extraordinary power, the light on the sword merged with the rock. He pulled hard, lifted the rock, and blocked it in front of him.

The rain of arrows fell on the stones, making crisp sounds.

When the rain of arrows ended, the remaining scattered crossbow bolts no longer posed a threat to him. The light on the long sword in little Balbo's hand changed again.

The huge rock fell down with a loud bang, but he had already rushed towards the rain of arrows.

Over there was another officer, commanding a team of crossbowmen.

In this era, although firearms gradually became the mainstream, strong bows and crossbows did not withdraw from the battlefield and were still widely used.

Unlike the previous one, this officer had already noticed something was wrong, put on his equipment, and assembled a whole team of crossbowmen.

Just now, I saw little Balbo coming out of the tent with a horrified look on his face, and I knew something was wrong.

If the enemy comes out of the tent, the people in the tent will definitely be doomed.

The moment the enemy came out, he ordered everyone to shoot arrows.

But unfortunately, all the crossbow arrows were blocked by a large rock that the opponent picked up at random.

"It's a knight!" Seeing this, he knew that the thing he had been most worried about had happened.

The enemy has sent out elite troops for a night attack!

Although he knew that his side was well prepared.

But... this does not affect the danger he faces at this moment.

Little Balbo rushed forward, the distance was shortened, and it was too late to shoot!

"Go!" the officer shouted, and the archers drew their melee weapons and rushed forward.

Of course this was of no use, as little Balbo's two swords flashed with lightning as he faced forward without fear.

In a very short time, more than ten people were killed. The remaining archers dared not move forward and fled.

There is no way around it. Little Balbo is blessed with a lot of magic at this time. His strength, speed and agility are far beyond those of normal humans.

Archers have neither heavy armor nor shields, and only melee weapons.

It’s hard to say if there are only one or two thousand enemies of this level, but a hundred or eighty should be no problem at all.

After killing the archers, little Balbo set his sights on the officer.

The officer obviously felt something was wrong. He held a sword and shield, but did not dare to move forward. Instead, he retreated step by step.

Little Balbo slowly approached.

Suddenly, a powerful wave of magical energy swept through the air.

A visible magical aura erupted from little Balbo's body. This was a sign that the magic that blessed him was collapsing.

He clearly felt that the magic in his body was quickly fading.

At the same time, the sound of artillery fire was heard from the direction of the city.

Chapter 291 Night Raid 5

The Turkic officer stopped, and another person appeared beside him at some point.

Dress similarly.

Not only are their outfits similar, but even their faces beneath the helmets are about 70% similar. They are the type that you can tell at a glance that they are related by blood.

Little Balbo stopped. Two brothers?

But now I want to quit, but there is no way to quit.

In the distance, shouts and screams were heard.

It wasn't just one or two voices, but came from all directions, and there were countless people shouting.