Chapter 535 Rebellion 3

Chapter 535 Rebellion 3
With every effort to avoid alerting the traitors, Paul’s camp moved nervously and swiftly, even Paul himself, the captain of the guards, Victor, and the intelligence officer, Brandi, joined in the preparations for the battle, and the guards piled up everything that could withstand arrows-planks, wagons, crates, and stones-all around the camp.

Lardy, on the other hand, took a bottle and sprinkled its contents with an unknown powder in various shapes around the camp. The parrot she had summoned, on the other hand, lifted its wings and flew into the air, taking advantage of the cover of night to fly into the distant sky.

After completing all the preparations they could do under the present conditions, Victor ordered all the lights to be extinguished, and the whole camp was instantly plunged into darkness.

The anomaly in the Lords’ camp eventually became known to the renegades.

Fergus’s tent was brightly lit, and a group of men sat on the ground in a circle, some of them feeling that some of them were wearing armor.

“Gladman must have sensed something!”

After hearing his subordinates report that the lord’s camp was suddenly plunged into darkness, Fergus immediately made the above judgment.

“Huh?” Old Valen was a little alarmed, “He …… they won’t run away, right?”

It wasn’t time to strike yet-originally, they had planned to wait until midnight, after most of the people in the lord’s camp were asleep.

At this sensitive moment, Old Valen hated anything that appeared outside of the plan.

If they let the lord give them the slip, wouldn’t they be dead and their clan destroyed?
“Lord Fergus …… what should we do?”

The others asked.

Although in the premeditation is full of ambition, each swore to cut down the lord’s head, but really to the moment before the action, everyone gave birth to the feeling of panic, no matter how to say that the Greiman family also ruled them for more than a hundred years, and Paul Greiman after the succession is the prestige of their own family soared up, become the Northwest Bay, including the Ferdinand Duke of the major lords of the existence of the fear. Existence.

Some of them even had the thought: how did I have the guts to participate in their conspiracy at that time.

But having already boarded the ship, there was no way to retreat now.

Under these circumstances, Fergus, the only one with military experience, became the backbone of the rebels.

A bunch of losers! Seeing the demeanor of his accomplices, Fergus cursed in his heart.

“What’s the point of panicking? This forest is filled with our men and traps, where can they run to? Now, immediately gather all the men you have on hand to attack the lord’s camp!”

“Yes, Lord Fergus!”

As long as the main backbone had given the order, the panic within them was reduced by a lot, and they all got up and went to gather their men.

……

Paul tightly gripped his pistol for self-defense, the inside of his palm was full of sweat, he and hid behind a wooden crate, only poking out half of his head, through the moonlight staring dead ahead at the dark forest, the forest that seemed to be infinitely alive during the daytime seemed as if it had now been transformed into a monster that was going to devour everything, and it was approaching itself little by little.

The green-haired witch was at his side, she felt Paul’s nervousness, and gently pressed her hand on his back, and in an instant Paul felt a wave of warmth rising from his heart, and the original taut nerves relaxed quite a bit.

Paul used to hunt the line gun has been handed over to the guards of the best shot – a young man called Eglam, he was next to the head of the guards Victor, ready to listen to his instructions to snipe the most valuable target.

“Incoming!” Lardy warned.

The witch’s eyes glowed if anything with an ethereal light, and Paul wasn’t sure if that was magic.

“Attention all!” Victor yelled low.

Within seconds, everyone heard a rustling sound coming from deep in the woods.

Meanwhile, in the barracks of Lakeheart Town, the lights out signal had already been blown, and the entire barracks was shrouded by the night, with only a few lights on the posts.

The militiamen who had come for intensive training climbed into bed early, they had been tossed around a lot in the past two days.

Especially today, the instructors like crazy over and over again to let them repeat loading and shooting, crackling sound in the barracks rang all day.

Zane lay on his bed, the thunderous snores of his companions ringing in his ears. Though his body was very tired, he had not yet fallen asleep, and seemed to be suffering from insomnia.

For some reason, Zane felt a little panicky after he got into bed, as if something bad was going to happen tonight. What a damn premonition, he muttered silently, wrapping the covers around his body.

Ugh, early training tomorrow, gotta get to sleep.

One sheep, two sheep, three sheep ……

He began to count the goats, silently visualizing in his mind a large herd of goats lining up to jump the fence.

“Tick-tock-tick-tock-tick-tock-tick-tock!”

He suddenly heard the shrill sound of a military bugle.

Alas? No way, even dreaming of an emergency assembly, his brain could really afford the hard training he had done during the day.

“Tik-tik-tik-tik-tik-tik-tik-tik-tik-tik-tik-tik-tik-tik-tik-tik-tik-tik-tik-tik-tik-tik-tik-tik-tik-tik-tik-tik-tik-tik-tik-tik-tik-tik!”

The continuous sound of the military bugle reached his own ears.

Zane sat up with a start. Wait a minute! This wasn’t a dream, someone was indeed blowing a bugle.

The sound was? It was the sound of an emergency muster call.

“Get up! All get up! Emergency assembly!”

Zane yelled at the top of his lungs as he ripped through the dormitory, jumping to the floor and starting to put on his own clothes.

“Rally? Gathering to go to dinner? Ouch!”

McGee was slurring his sleep talk until Zane woke him up with a wring.

“Stop dreaming, it’s a real emergency assembly, hurry up and get dressed.”

Thanks to Zane’s efforts, all eight of them in the dorm were called up in less than a minute.

Five minutes later, they rushed out of the dormitory and headed straight for the playground.

On the playground, Zane and the others found the spot where they had been during the daytime training parade. Huh? What, was his dorm the first to arrive?

Then soon a large group of people ran over from the dormitory area.

“Line up! Form up as you did during the day!” Zane called out to the militia that had come from Tartar Town.

Although there was a lot of commotion at first, within less than half an hour, the militia formed up and waited for the instructor to arrive.

Lieutenant Bulgan walked into the playground with his head held high, then came on top of the podium facing the militia formation.

“Brave warriors! You assembled very quickly, which shows that you have worked hard during the day. I – Lieutenant Bourgain – will always be proud of you!”

“However, the purpose of this emergency assembly is not to test you; tonight you will take on a responsibility great enough to be written in the history of Arda!”

A great responsibility? The uneasy feeling in Zane’s heart grew stronger.

Only to hear Bourgain above the podium say very seriously.

“Our great and merciful lord – Paul Greiman!”

“was sadly assassinated this evening!”

There was a loud boom! The bottom of the podium exploded.

(End of chapter)