Reincarnated into a Game As the Hero’s Friend

Chapter 230.1

Early the next morning.

Once again, the Farlitz cavalry had left the encampment to raid the supplies that would be coming today.

The fact that Count Knewbell had changed the place where he had laid down his men from yesterday was proof that he was not mediocre.

The reason why he did not change the location of Farlitz cavalry’s camp in the woods was because he did not think they would be discovered. Naturally, he was unaware that they were being watched.

To begin with, the only way to attack the Bain kingdom army carrying supplies was to lay down troops along the road. There was certainly a limit to how far they could hide.

“I wonder if they will arrive today.” (Subordinate)

“I heard that a considerable amount of cooking smoke had been rising from the village since this morning. There is no doubt about it.” (Knewbell)

Count Knewbell responded to his subordinate, who was clad in expensive-looking armor, but his voice lost some of its earlier vigor at the start of their planned raid.

Of course, the Farlitz cavalry knew the name Viscount Zeavert, but the perception that he was a man who could not take care of himself, who had a stomach ache, had spread throughout the army by yesterday.

For some time after the count answered, there was still no sign of the Bain kingdom army. When the sun passed over the zenith of the sky, a line of wagons belonging to the Bain kingdom army finally made its appearance.

“Here they come!” (Subordinate)

“Prepare to mount.” (Knewbell)

There seemed to be few knights on the other party’s side, and their steps were slow. Count Knewbell, anticipating this, made a gentle detour to flank the Bain kingdom army, aiming to break it up into two halves. Tactically, he was not making a mistake.

“We will be downwind soon. It will take time for the enemy to notice our forces. Meanwhile, get as close as possible. But it is more important to take the cargo than to kill the enemy soldiers.” (Knewbell)

“Yes, sir.” (Subordinate)

After informing the surrounding knights of this, Count Knewbell gave the order to ride. Taking a wide turn, they flanked the Bain kingdom army parallel to the road. Satisfied that he was downwind, he tapped his fidgeting horse once on the neck to calm it down.

“Charge!” (Knewbell)

The sound of the trumpets echoed high in the air, and hundreds of horse hooves pounded the ground as the Count ordered the charge.

All Farlitz knights changed at once to attack the Bain kingdom army. The smell of the earth the horses kicked up and the smell of the knights’ sweat drifted further back on the wind.

If the Count and his army were calm and well rested, they would have probably questioned the large number of wagons being pulled by people and the small number of horses involved, no matter how insignificant detail seemed.

They would also have noticed a subtle sweet smell as they approached the Bain kingdom army. One might have also noticed that the cargo appeared to be boxes or barrels rather than sacks.

But the prolonged night camp in the forest and yesterday’s sense of exhaustion wore away at their composure today.