Volume 2: Politicians' Farce Chapter 13: Counterattack

  Thirteen, Counterattack

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  "So you're going to take advantage of the election ending and everyone letting their guard down, then round up all the big shots in these areas and coerce them into allowing Graycastle to move out? That's quite a plan." The captured General Norm just spoke out Lord Solerton's plan with a tone that was somewhat admiring.

  "Yes, if it weren't for you and Godrick sending the guards back, my people wouldn't have been able to infiltrate so easily." Mordred pulled up a chair and sat down, sheathing his sword. "So please, let's work together from now on, no more unexpected twists - it doesn't benefit anyone!"

  "I don't know if you've thought about it, but from here to North Pole Port is a full 1,000 miles. At Greyfort's laughable speed, I'm afraid we won't make it until next year," General Nohm sneered. "Do you think nothing will happen in such a long time? Or can Greyfort move in the wind and snow? You're overestimating this inferior fortress!"

  "You don't have to go that far, just getting to Emon will do." Mole smiled mysteriously and played with a small handgun, "Now you only have two choices, cooperate? Or not cooperate?"

  Nohm looked at the corpse of Lieutenant Colonel Goddard, then at the prisoners kneeling on the ground with despair written all over their faces. He hesitated for a moment before squeezing out a weak voice from between his teeth, "Cooperate!"

  Fei Li today vividly experienced what is meant by "disaster from heaven".

  One moment he was flying in the night sky, which was lightly snowing, recklessly throwing incendiary bombs and acid at the cavalry below, the next moment, he was slammed to the ground by Ludwig, who suddenly appeared above him, landing on his own bonfire that he had just ignited!

  If it weren't for the pink robe's feather fall technique, if it weren't for the accidental amulet containing stone skin technique, if it weren't for the soldiers in the military camp launching a counterattack and defeating the enemy, Feili would have been smashed to death or burned to death by fire, or shot dead. Although these three terrible ifs did not occur, his current situation is still not good, with half of his newly grown hair burnt again, and he has to face the raging anger of poor consumers who suffered from counterfeit goods.

  "Hey, Ferry! What kind of fake teeth did you give me? They transmitted to such a high place, I almost got smashed to death! Didn't you say that after activation, it would transmit to an absolutely safe location?" Ludwig, the chairman who unfortunately or fortunately only broke one leg in the mid-air fall, shouted loudly with his mouth missing teeth and full of energy, as if all his injuries were covered by the anger of being sold fake goods.

  "This...," Ferry hesitated for a moment, but seeing Ludwig's right leg twisted in an unnatural way, he decided to tell the truth, "It is set with my current position as the coordinate."

  "That means I'll be transported to the top of my head? This is called absolute safety?" Ludwig threw away his rifle, sat down on the ground with a thud, and almost cried out loud, "How did I find you, this swindler? If you die, where will I be transported to?"

  "It would become a random teleportation, and it's possible to end up anywhere." Renny interrupted, walking over to Ludwig's side to examine his wounds. "But now is not the time to question the quality of your dentures. What exactly happened that made you activate the teleportation spell?"

  "Right, do you know anything about the attacker from earlier?" Charlotte, who had only thrown on a coat, also came over. "I almost got done in by that half-elf floozy Mary in the woods just now, what's going on?"

  "Ah, thank you." A burst of white light flashed over Ludwig's injured leg, and Renie's technique was apparently far superior to that of the half-baked chaplains in the legion. The Speaker moved slightly and actually stood up.

  "Maurice Sollerton has launched a coup, Greyfort has fallen, now let's discuss and see if we can salvage anything!"

  The military camp, which once accommodated over 1,800 troops from New Morsle and New Shamas, now seems somewhat empty. Most people left after the voting ended yesterday, with the elite troops trapped in Gray Castle along with the two governors, while others are out having fun. As a result, there are less than 500 usable troops left, facing the problem of insufficient intelligence.

  The attackers just now were only seven or eight in total, but their equipment and training were top-notch, and they also carried a large amount of incendiary gel and explosives for arson. If it weren't for Charlotte stumbling upon them while secretly meeting her lover in the woods, and being blocked by Fili, they might have really been able to charge into the laxly guarded military camp and wreak havoc. So, what would happen if these less-than-five-hundred men were to face off against the enemy's main force? This couldn't help but make the commander feel uneasy, and the news of the enemy brought by the Speaker who had narrowly escaped also made him hesitant.

  "Commander, you're in danger every day, how can you just sit back and do nothing?" In the command tent, Ludwig slammed his fist on the table, "Almost all of New Thoria's politicians are trapped in Gray Castle. If Mord gets his hands on them, do you know what the consequences will be?"

  "What troops did Morley Sutherland mobilize to attack here? What is his purpose? We have no idea what to do!" Charlotte argued, "We can't just fill ourselves in, can we?"

  "Maurice Soliton had less than a hundred people, and the Soliton family was not involved. His purpose is still unclear now, but it can be confirmed that he is a spy of the Elf Kingdom and will move Gray Castle away." Phil lifted the curtain and crawled in, followed by Lenny with an unhappy face, "Just found out about an enemy and got a bit angry, so I extracted his memory, roughly knowing these things."

  The red-haired priestess who served the strategic goddess still had a stern expression, seemingly still dissatisfied with Filia's use of evil magic. However, she calmly analyzed in a calm tone: "Mole's goal should be Gray Castle's Mysterious Core and the dignitaries attending the banquet. The former is the long-term hunting target of the elves, while the latter can plunge the entire New Daisel into chaos. We must stop this. According to my knowledge, it will take at least an hour for Gray Castle's propeller to start up, we still have a chance."

  "So the guy from earlier was just here to disrupt us and stall for time." Charlotte nodded in agreement with Renny's analysis, but still felt that something wasn't quite right. "But we're only here for a meeting this time, we didn't bring many heavy weapons, just two one-pounder cannons. How are we supposed to take down the floating city in the sky? And they have flying ships too..."

  "If we do nothing, how will the Governor treat us when he returns? How will others look at us?" Phil's words struck a chord. Even if they knew it was impossible, they had to try their best until the last moment, in order to leave an impression on their superiors and the outside world that they had fought hard. Otherwise, what use would such cowardly subordinates be, who only thought of themselves and didn't even have the courage to try?

  "Alright," Charlotte finally picked herself up from the heavy blow, grabbed her pistol and military knife, "Let's assemble, we're going to Grey Castle to try our luck!"

  "Enemy attack!"

  A small-scale troop had just left the camp when they felt a clear vibration on the ground. The soldiers, who had become startled birds, immediately dispersed, and several impatient ones even opened fire at the rapidly approaching black shadow without waiting for the officer's order.

  "Rrrraaahhhr!" A giant bear, over twice the height of a man, wearing a military hat on its head, charged towards them with a loud roar. The soldiers were so startled that they mistakenly fired at their own superior officer, and then dropped their guns and fell to the ground, begging for mercy. The great Druid roared angrily and slapped each of the unfortunate soldiers on the buttocks before pulling out little Grena from behind. Poor little girl seemed to have been grazed by a bullet, with blood gushing out of her arm, but she still managed to translate the great Druid's words.

  "Mr. Vinnie said he received an invitation and was going to take his friends to a banquet, what are you guys doing?"

  Attending a banquet? Where can you still attend banquets, going to your death is almost reasonable. Renny quickly treated Little Griselda's wound, while Phil had to explain the situation to the Great Druid with a bitter smile. Mr. Vinnie seemed very dissatisfied after hearing it, but he shook his head and turned around to shout at the black shadow behind him. Phil took a closer look and found that there were over a hundred bears of all shapes and sizes, apparently the Great Druid's social skills were not ordinary, having arrived just a few days ago and already able to gather so many bear friends to eat white food.

  The bears, who had just found out that there was no white food to eat, were clearly very unhappy. The hundred or so bears howled non-stop at the great Druid, with Mr. Vinnie gesticulating wildly and on the verge of tears. The soldiers stood stupidly by, not knowing what to do for the better.

  Fili looked at the embarrassed Great Druid and felt both laughter and tears. He was thinking of how to mediate and leave quickly, but inadvertently noticed the sturdy build and thick fur of the bears, and an idea suddenly occurred to him.