The sun gradually moved westward, and the sky had slowly darkened.

  The sun has not yet completely set, and there is still a faint glow struggling in the west.

  But the moon had already risen high in the sky, and the gentle evening breeze was blowing across the vast plain. The air all around was filled with the distinctive scent of summer - a mix of damp earth and dry grasses evaporating into the atmosphere.

  The fourth legion of the Caesarians, however, began to move slowly at this time, and countless scouts were sent out in a web-like pattern around them. They filtered out any suspicious characters.

  After the lingering sun had finally set, the deputy officer came to Bancroft's side: "General, the road has been cleared, and the Han people have set up a total of thirteen ambushes in the nearby area. They have all been removed by us, not one left."

  "Thirteen, of all numbers?" Bancroft's face twisted into a mocking cold smile: "They actually chose that number. That's just asking for it. What do you say, Colonel Harris."

  Harry smiled slightly and said, "Everything is God's arrangement."

  In the West, thirteen is considered a very unlucky number. Once associated with this number, disaster often occurs. The Han army's ambush was exactly at thirteen places, which greatly boosted the confidence of the two commanders.

  However, they did not know that in China, thirteen is just a very ordinary number and does not represent any special meaning.

  Bancroft turned and knelt half before old Harry, entreating respectfully: "War is at hand, Master's child requests his protection."

  Old Harry drew out the long sword at his waist, took a step back, and touched it to the top of his head, both shoulders, then sheathed it with a calm expression, saying: "Great and omnipotent Lord, your child implores your blessing, grant him loyalty, courage, and honor."

  "Grant me loyalty, courage and honor." Bancroft murmured softly.

  After a moment, he sprang up from the ground and turned around to say: "Order the cavalry to advance lightly, without bringing any baggage or unnecessary items."

  After a low murmur, more than 10,000 elite knights are ready to go.

  "Take...," Bancroft pointed at his aide-de-camp: "Bring three thousand infantrymen here as soon as possible."

  "It is... General." The vice officer's voice was filled with determination.

  Bankroft mounted his horse and waved his hand, saying: "Cavalry, depart."

  Behind him, a continuous cavalry team lined up in neat rows, following his footsteps forward.

  The renowned Fourth Legion of Caesar was a typical mixed force, with 10,000 heavy cavalrymen and more than 30,000 infantrymen.

  However, in order to cover people's ears and eyes, all departing troops were lightly equipped. The knights took off their heavy armor, put a muzzle on the horse's mouth, and wrapped thick cotton on its four hooves.

  Everything is so cautious. The team of scouts is constantly expanding, they are all the best in the Fourth Legion, veteran soldiers who have experienced countless battles, and of course know the importance of it.

  They fan out in a semicircular shape, rapidly advancing forward, and all obstructive and threatening targets become the objects of their attack.

  However, it was precisely because of the efforts of these cold-blooded soldiers that Bancroft's large army was not discovered. They marched for several hours and finally arrived at the Black Flag Army's camp.

  Baili Ping was originally a flat and open plain. However, the Black Flag Army's camp was stationed on a flat area near the Taihang Mountains.

  This is a place that is easy to defend and hard to attack, it's a good place to set up camp. In the center of the main camp, on top of an especially large tent, a commander's flag flapped in the wind, very eye-catching.

  The big camp was lit up with lanterns, and from time to time, patrolling soldiers came and went, obviously on high alert, living up to the name of Iron Army.

  At this time, the night was deepening, and the hazy moonlight was blocked by thick dark clouds, with only occasional flashes of bright color splashing down, but it was impossible to see the distant scenery.

  It was fortunate that the weather was such, otherwise Bancroft would never have adopted a night attack. Tens of thousands of troops are not a small number, and no matter how they hide, there is a possibility of being discovered.

  But what makes them worthy of celebration today is that the master of the hundred-mile plain is not the divine spirit of the Great Han, but their omnipotent and supreme Lord.

  "Harris...," Bancroft's suppressed voice whispered: "The Han people's scouts have all been eliminated, we've finally arrived."

  They traveled all the way, encountering people who were out at night and killing them on the spot, regardless of whether they were Han Chinese or not. Dozens of people mysteriously lost their lives in a foreign land.

  As for this, Harry was quite unbearable, but he had no way to change it. This is the Fourth Legion, a renowned legion in the Caesar Empire, and also the iron army under Bancroft, a war maniac, a notorious executioner.

  Moreover, according to the doctrine, these people are all pagans. Even if they all die before returning to the Lord's bosom, it will only increase his merit and glory.

  "What's strange? There seems to be some kind of smell... How can it be so foul..." Old Harry slowly said, taking a few quick breaths.

  Bankcroft took a deep breath and furrowed his brow, saying: "Yes, what is this smell?"

  A pungent and strange smell filled the air, making people feel very uncomfortable.

  "General, the brothers are all ready and waiting for your command." A general came up and said in a low voice.

  With a heavy nod, Bancroft was about to mount his horse when suddenly, old Colonel Harry stretched out his hand and stopped him.

  With a puzzled gaze, Harry looked past him, his face solemn. "I seem to have felt a thrill of danger," he said.

  "What?"

  Bancroft's expression tightened. He knew that although Harry wasn't a master and didn't have spiritual perception, he had served the gods for many years and it was normal to have some unusual abilities.

  Lao Hari's face grew increasingly somber: "It was too easy, we came too easily."

  The commander of the legion was taken aback, they came all the way, with favorable winds and smooth sailing. Even if they discovered a few scouts, they were beheaded on the spot. If their opponent was an ordinary army, there would still be room for maneuver, but the Black Flag Army was one of the top iron-blooded units in the world, how could it be so easy to let them succeed?

  In the big camp, it was still as calm as ever, like a giant beast with its mouth wide open, waiting for prey to fall into its trap.

  Bankcroft took a deep breath and said, "Mount up, prepare to charge."

  Facing the old commander's gaze, he said in a low voice: "The Black Flag Army has less than 10,000 men, and I still have 30,000 troops deployed to arrive soon. This battle - we will surely win."

  His voice exuded unwavering confidence and determination, the gap in strength decides everything, this is his motto. Any conspiracy will not exist in front of the powerful Fourth Legion.

  Harry let out a soft sigh and stopped trying to persuade him.

  "Ding..."

  The sound of drawing a sword suddenly rang out in the night sky, and the sound waves spread far and wide, making it extremely piercing to the ear.

  "Charge..."

  With loud shouts, tens of thousands of Kaisar cavalry troops launched a mercury-like attack on the Black Flag Army's camp.

  The big camp was in an uproar, at least in Bancroft's eyes, the Black Flag Army's camp was indeed in disarray.

  Many disheveled soldiers fled their tents in a state of panic, running wildly in all directions and adding to the chaos.

  The Roman soldiers burst through the gate with ease, and before the Han people could react, they scattered in all directions. Everyone ran for their lives, fleeing desperately to the rear without anyone daring to block them for a moment.

  Bancroft was in high spirits, he led the way, dashing into camp, riding straight for headquarters.

  "Boom..."

  The fierce horse galloped by, and the tent collapsed with a loud crash. However, Bancroft's face was ashen.

  In the empty camp, there was no one and nothing in sight. At this time, even the most foolish person would know that they had been deceived.

  "Whoosh..."

  A flash of light illuminated the dark horizon, and a dazzling streak of light flashed across the night sky.

  Innumerable pairs of eyes were attracted by this faint light and watched as it slowly fell onto the ground on a long-collapsed tent.

  "A rocket?" Bancroft muttered.

  "Boom..."

  The next moment, a raging fire burst into the sky, white flames splashing everywhere, the magnitude of the fire, its ferocity, speed and intensity were all unprecedented.

  The Han people's tent had obviously been tampered with, and as soon as it came into contact with an open flame, a fire burst forth, emitting thick smoke filled with a strong, pungent odor that made one's eyes water.

  "Whoosh……whoosh……whoosh……" Countless rockets flew in from all directions, and all the tents were leaping with joyful flames. The large fire around them grew more and more fierce, and the high flames danced higher and higher. The Han people had long been prepared, not only had they made arrangements on top of the tents, but even inside the tents were filled with flammable materials.

  Everywhere was crowded with people, everywhere was scorching heat waves, countless rockets flew in from the horizon. The collapsed camp was burning with eerie flames, forming a beautiful and deadly firewall.

  The dark sky was suddenly illuminated with a golden red glow, and sparks fell from the horizon, scattering around the knights, splashing out a dazzling and mysterious flowing fire.

  The big fire is getting more and more prosperous, and there is no way out in front at all.

  Bancroft's face was ashen, calm... He desperately repeated these two words to himself. Only calmness could help him find a way to survive.

  He fixed his gaze and looked around, everywhere was a sea of death emitting scorching hot air. Only behind them, the direction they came from, there was a path to escape and ascend to heaven.

  If they still have a way out, then there is only one direction left - the direction from which they came.

  "Get back..." Bancroft yelled at the top of his lungs.

  Caesar's horses were thoroughly confused after encountering the scorching flames. Fortunately, Bancroft had always been strict in commanding his troops, and under his orders, most of them reined in their horses and rushed out of the camp.

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