Firearms in a Fantasy World 2

Chapter 239: A Narrow Escape

Translator: Cinder Translations

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It's almost there, so close!

Watching the columns of smoke rising ahead, Derrick Heller felt waves of excitement surging through his heart.

The enemy camp was in chaos due to the fire, with people running around like headless chickens, desperately trying to extinguish it.

If he charged in and slaughtered them now, it would be like a lion pouncing into a flock of sheep. Today's battle would make his name famous.

Not long ago, while patrolling the camp, Derrick noticed something unusual in the enemy's direction. Scouts monitoring closely soon reported that the Kent family's camp was on fire.

Eager to gain merit, Derrick immediately thought of a surprise attack amidst the chaos. Although this was not a "knightly" act, there was no need to speak of honor when dealing with despicable scoundrels like the Kent family.

His subordinates suggested consulting with the other lords who were in a meeting, but Derrick dismissed the idea as soon as it was mentioned.

"Those old-fashioned guys would discuss it for half a day. By the time they decide to attack, the enemy would have put out the fire! More likely, they would insist on waiting for the Graymans and Ganards, who are still nowhere to be seen."

So, Derrick quickly returned to his camp and gathered all the troops he had brought from Portley, including 100 knights, 300 knight's squires, and over 1,000 militiamen.

"Cavalry, charge into the enemy camp and create more chaos! Infantry, follow up!"

Derrick promptly gave orders to his troops. Having received a noble education from a young age and read many military history books, he knew of many examples where a smaller force defeated a larger one. Today was a godsend, and he was confident he could replicate those historical miracles.

He didn't forget to send scouts to survey the surroundings of the enemy camp, especially the small forest to the south, which seemed like an easy place for an ambush.

But, eager for battle, he didn't wait for the scouts to return and led his knights to launch the attack. War, after all, was a gamble!

The Kent family camp lacked complex defensive measures, seemingly only used as a temporary base. There were a few simple horse barricades arranged around the camp.

A few knights took the lead, using their lances to push aside the barricades one by one, creating a gap. The main force immediately spurred their horses and began the real charge.

As Derrick expected, their attack was a disaster for the enemy, already busy with the fire. The camp descended further into chaos.

"Kill!"

The Heller family knights and squires swung their weapons vigorously, harvesting the lives of enemy soldiers.

After nearly twenty minutes of rampaging through the camp, the Kent family troops began to react. Knights and officers donned their armor and led their subordinates in a counterattack.

With fewer than two hundred knights and squires, Derrick's cavalry began to suffer casualties under the enemy's counterattack.

"Why hasn't the infantry followed up?"

As the enemy's counterattack intensified, the battle-thirsty Derrick began to cool down. He suddenly remembered the infantry that was supposed to follow behind the cavalry.

"Viscount Heller! Surrender!"

Suddenly, a shout came from the west, the direction he had come from! Derrick looked over and saw that it was none other than Earl Kent's son, Jaius.