On their fourth day advancing towards Black Castle.
The enemy surged over from the southern slope of the mountain.
It was an unnamed rabble of troops, lacking both flags and discipline, a swarm of about a thousand.
Jet concluded that they were merely peasants, but behind them lay numerous Nobles, urging them to clash with the River Valley Army, urging them to march to their deaths.
"Fire the arrows!" Dick commanded.
Whiz, whiz, whiz!
The Sniper team, already primed and ready, unleashed a hail of arrows, instantly felling many in the peasant army; the survivors, holding up their shields, began to flee backward.
"Enemies from the north!" a Scout reported.
The convoy was too long to protect both ends, and the enemy's plan was precisely to catch the River Valley Army off guard.
But before two minutes had passed, another Scout reported back to Jet, "Commander, the Guard repelled them..."
