Pseudo-Villaines

The Rebel

Meanwhile, the rebel situation.....

They made camp before taking a break before deciding to head to Nebelhorn City the next day. Their condition is not so good. As predicted by Goln. After fighting against a group of mercenaries who were experienced in the battlefield and ferocious, their numbers were reduced by as much as 500 from the originally 2000.

Their food supply is also poor. Their opponents managed to destroy the supplies that the rebels brought. So far, protests due to the shortage of rations have not existed. But in the long run, especially when the siege arrives, chaos is bound to ensue. Moreover, reinforcements will not come.

A man in his 40s was sitting in his tent. His body was fat and his face was round with long whiskers. Not so high, even short.

He's fretting. That was when, two people wearing shabby robes and wolf masks entered his tent. He immediately raised his face and expressed his anger.

"You're late! Do you know that I don't have much time!? Unlike you guys, I'm a busy person!"

The two robed men bowed their heads, a sign of regret. Of course, the man did not care even if they were prostrating before him. His frustration will not subside.

"We apologize, dear count Feldberg."

One of them said that. His voice was very deep and calm. At that instant, the man who was titled Count Feldberg was goosebumps because of it.

Feldberg is a small town three days from Nebelhorn City. The unattractive city that Jean and Priscillia once visited on their way to Nebelhorn City. In fact, one of the inns there bears witness to how fierce Jean's 'love' was to Priscillia.

The small town was led by a Count. Now, the city is in the hands of Count Dan Feldberg. At first, Feldberg was Vassal of Duke Eisen. It was only in the era of Dan Feldberg that he revolted to take control of the entire Principality of Eisen and perpetuate his own dynasty.

"Curtain, it's up to you. Now, can we get to Nebelhorn tomorrow and conquer it that very day? Like I said, I'm busy and don't have much time!"

Despite Count Dan Feldberg's goosebumps, he keeps trying to keep his wife. By using a high tone when speaking, he was sure that they would definitely be daunted. Although slightly.

Both men looked at. Although covered by a mask, they read each other's expressions. In the end, a person wearing a white wolf mask shook his head.

"Impossible, Count Feldberg. Your team is exhausted. They need time to rest. The journey from this place to Nebelhorn is not easy. We don't know what we're going to face. It'd be better if you weren't in a hurry."

Count Feldberg clicked his tongue. These two people were extremely noisy and troublesome. He remembered a few months ago, when they came to him and offered to help support Count Feldberg.

Of course he doesn't believe. Who were they to suddenly approach him and offer help? But Count Feldberg was not very good at war. He also had no strategist at all. He did not have much choice but to accept their offer.

And not bullshit. In a short time, somehow, they managed to raise a lot of funds to raise troops to support him. They had also managed to trick Duke Eisen into not being able to sniff out his intentions.

But what are they both doing now? They were impressed to slow down his victory. Several times they did not heed his orders and instead did as they pleased. That's vexing. But at the same time, their help is needed.

"Damn it! Then what about our supplies!? Is there no help coming at all!?"

"Unfortunately, no help will come, Count Feldberg. We have put all the power we have. It's impossible to bring in the 200 Knights you've assigned to guard your territory, right?

"For supplies. We've even drained all the food reserves we have. Still, that's the limit."

He was forced to use black market channels and make contracts with illegal traders from Dublin. That's also very expensive. In addition to having to give hundreds of gold coins, he is also obliged to exchange food commodities, cloth, and others with the results of mines in the form of iron, brass, copper, and various valuable minerals that he has.

"All right, you can go. I've been nauseous to see you guys here."

How rude. But the two of them had been ordinary with Feldberg's tempramental count demeanor. After giving a hint of respect, the two went out of the tent, leaving Count Feldberg alone in it.

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Unnoticed by anyone at the camp, Duke Eisen's 100 Knights were settling down. Slyly, they hid their steps and dispelled the air of his existence.

These 100 people were split into five teams of 20 people each. They are scattered at various campsites. Ready to do the action.

As soon as the signal was sounded, they all immediately stormed Count Feldberg's camp and attacked whoever was in front of them. Without mercy, they kill every rebel they meet.

No one was prepared for this ambush. The exhausted and careless rebels did not put up any meaningful resistance. They were only able to strike back at the ambush a moment later.

As soon as the resistance grew fiercer, the knights immediately retreated. Their task has been accomplished. Longer to be here would be useless.

They all gathered to the point that had been promised. In this ambush, they lost 20 men. Pathetic indeed. But the results are satisfactory. The death of their comrades would not be in vain.

As soon as they wanted to return to Nebelhorn to give a report, a young man suddenly appeared. He smiled at them. His black eyes seemed to pierce the depths of their souls, making everyone who was there tremble.

"Stop right there! Who are you!?"

The one who shouted was the captain. The young man stopped and bowed his body. His attitude is really polite.

"You don't need to know who I am. I'm here to congratulate you. Thanks to the prowess of Duke Eisen's best knight, one of my goals has already been achieved."

The knights drew their swords. I don't know why there's something wrong with this young man. As soon as he saw the actions of the knights, the young man chuckled.

"It turns out that people who are going to die have a lot of vigilance, yes. Take it easy, your name will always be remembered. At least as a bastard who has become an accomplice to Duke Eisen."

With a speed that could not be followed by the eyes, the young man began to attack the knights numbering 80 with just his bare hands.

His fist slid into the chest of one of the Knights, making him hollow and plucking out his heart. Seeing what happened to their comrades, the knights did not stay silent. They went straight ahead and tried to slash at the young man.

Vain. They became the next target. The fist that the young man was waving made the bowels of the Knights hollow. Some of them were cut off because of their hands. Most died from blood loss when one of their limbs was severed from the young man's attack.

Out of the 80 Knights left, none of them survived. All of them died in a horrible way. The young man smiled faintly and left the pile of corpses while humming cheerfully.

To him, today was really fun.