Breaking the Gate

Davis Territory.

The two boats did not dare to dock at the port and instead randomly found a place to anchor on the shore.

"Tie up all the captives!"

Alan gave the order, bringing Roan and several captives, looking at the sky.

After a night of disturbances, it was just before dawn, the darkest time of the night.

At this time, people feel the most fatigued and their vigilance is at its weakest.

"Sir, what an opportunity."

Looking at the still dark and quiet buildings, Eight Fingers licked his lips.

Roan, however, smiled bitterly.

He still had a desire to live, so he surrendered, but seeing his old home in such an unguarded state, he couldn't help but be secretly alarmed.

"Yes, such a good opportunity, it would be a pity to just raid some houses..."

Alan shook his head, looked at Roan, and smiled faintly, "Mr. Roan, later on, I'll have to trouble you to open the castle gate... I'll be right behind you."

"At your service!"

Roan's face grew even more bitter, and he said, "Aren't you worried about the castle's defenses, or that someone might have already informed them, thus creating a trap?"

"I will naturally confirm that in advance."

Alan Sothos smiled and replied.

In a world without extraordinary powers, having a bit of mystery himself was like having an advantage.

Once close to the castle, he would naturally confirm the danger of the operation through Dream Entry.

If Danger Sense strongly warned, they would retreat without foolishly getting themselves killed.

...

In the faint morning light.

At the castle, the guard Abel yawned out of boredom.

In Davis Territory, those who could fight had mostly gone to the front lines, while the rest had been mostly taken away by Roan.

Now left behind were the old, weak, sick, and disabled.

He had been on night watch all night with nothing happening and was very tired.

He was eagerly waiting for a shift change so he could go to the kitchen and enjoy some oatmeal and bacon, a special treat for the night watchmen.

Suddenly, he saw a group of people coming over, reaching the bottom of the castle.

The leader was none other than Roan Davis.

"Mr. Roan?"

Abel called out in surprise.

"It's me, open the gate quickly, dammit, our plan has gone awry, I need to report to the lady immediately!" Roan Davis shouted.

If he got closer, he would see that Roan's forehead was sweating, and behind him, Alan was smiling, holding a dagger to his waist.

"Okay... okay."

Without any doubt, Abel went down to call for someone to open the gate and welcome Roan and others.

Creak, crunch...

With the sound of grating gears and ropes, the drawbridge was slowly lowered, and the old wooden gate slowly opened.

After entering the castle, Abel greeted them, "Sir, is there anything I can do for you... ah!"

In the next moment, a long sword directly pierced his chest.

After Alan made his move, Eight Fingers and the selected few immediately drew their weapons, scattering the people at the gate.

It was so easy to take the gate that even Alan felt it was too smooth.

Although the dream divination showed no danger.

"Sir, let's charge!"

Eight Fingers howled, cutting off a guard's head with a scimitar, his eyes blood red.

Obviously, the wealth accumulated in the castle over the years had completely driven this man mad.

"Pass the order, attack."

Alan nodded and let Eight Fingers charge ahead.

Bang bang!

From the main hall of the castle, another group of guards surged out. Although they were old or young, their numbers were not small.

"Are these... knight attendants?"

Alan instantly recognized them. Just as Theodore liked to keep the sons of his stewards and knights as attendants, the Davis Family had the same tradition.

Meanwhile, these children raised since childhood also served as hostages.

Their fathers and brothers might still be fighting for the Davis Family on the front lines. They deserved proper protection at the rear.

Now, coming out to fight showed they were pushed to the brink.

"Damn bastards! I'll cut your head off!"

Beck screamed as a rather young child stabbed him, although the wound was not severe, it bled profusely.

"The enemy's resistance is very strong... there's a chance of failure."

Alan observed everything, his expression gloomy: "Light the beacons!"

This was his second plan. After taking the gate, immediately light the beacons, while those outside who were good at inciting would try to rouse the commoners! Freeing the captives would make them plunder too!

Don't underestimate human nature!

As neighbors for so many years, Alan knew what kind of people the Davis family were. It would be good if they didn't exploit the people to death.

Now, in this crisis, seeing the castle breached, the people would certainly not help them.

Instead, becoming marauders and looting would greatly interest them.

'Once the castle is taken, the best strategy would be to hold it and cooperate with the frontline army to completely destroy the Davis Family... but it's very dangerous. Defending a castle with dozens of people against an army of thousands, though possible for a while, could easily be wiped out!'

Alan had no such noble quality to sacrifice himself for family glory, even if there was a slight possibility.

Therefore, using the enemy's people to completely destroy the castle, reducing the difficulty of subsequent attacks, became the best choice.

And he would definitely retreat before the Davis army returned!

"You! Do you still want to resist? You have failed... The Davis Family will be destroyed, and your loyalty will be in vain!"

Holding a long sword, Alan coldly addressed an elderly, white-haired knight rushing towards him, "Even if you don't surrender, taking the wealth from the castle would provide you a good living outside."

"You don't understand..."

The elderly knight shouted, slashing with his sword.

Though experienced, he lacked strength.

In the end, Alan pierced his chest with a single sword stroke.

He still struggled, spitting blood, "You don't understand... the way of the knight... is loyalty!"

Pfft!

Alan withdrew the sword, his expression indifferent, "Yes... I am not a knight, I don't understand loyalty, I am a beast driven by desire!"

"But I won, I survived, and you died... that's reality!"

"No matter how noble the slogan, it can't beat practical benefits!"

(End of Chapter)