Counter-attack

Widow's Bay Camp.

Outside the tent, it was a scene of great commotion.

Handling prisoners of war, treating the wounded, and counting losses all required time.

However, Alan had the privilege of not needing to do things personally, he could just wait for the results.

At this moment, he was inside the tent, holding a notebook, pondering and adding a few lines.

[19th day of the New Growth Month of the Green Banyan. I obtained extraordinary abilities in my dream and named them 'Total Recall' and 'Danger Sense'...]

[But after returning to reality, this extraordinariness disappeared... Fortunately, 'Total Recall' can be slowly learned and consolidated in the dream.]

[Regarding 'Danger Sense,' I speculate that it can only be obtained in dreams but can sense danger in reality. The range... uncertain... This might be inferred from the distance of enemy sneak attacks...]

[It seems that in this world, it is difficult to obtain extraordinariness, but it's not without opportunistic ways... Perhaps, I might become a 'Dream Diviner' in the future?]

After writing in the characters that only he could recognize, Alan shook his head, put the notebook away, and lay down to sleep.

He always had good sleep quality, and coupled with the exhaustion from the battle, he immediately felt a sinking sensation.

When Alan opened his eyes again, he saw the familiar crimson glow.

Dream world.

'Hmm, my thoughts are much more agile, different from reality indeed…'

Alan sensed again and nodded satisfactorily: 'No feeling of danger either. Since [Danger Sense] did not warn me, does it mean the reality is pretty safe?'

Every sleep increases a unit of mystical energy reserve in the dream, but with a time limit.

Only one unit per day.

Thus, the idea of multiple dream entries within a day to brush energy was also not feasible.

Since he already obtained energy before, Alan did not feel any new energy generating this time.

'The rules of this dream world are worthy of exploration, many are still undiscovered…'

Alan cupped his chin, falling into contemplation.

Due to active thinking, he liked to regard the dream as a pondering room, making some major decisions.

'Although I have foiled the Davis Family's plot, the war on Black Raven Dunes still has many uncertainties. If the Sothos Family gets defeated, it would be a situation of total annihilation…'

'At this point where external conflicts outweigh internal conflicts, hiding talent is a joke. I must help the Sothos Family defeat the Davis Family!'

'As for Colin's possible hostility? I can only choose the lesser of the two evils, besides, why would I fear him? Hehe...'

At this moment, Alan sensed something subtle again.

'Not danger, but someone is here.'

He closed his eyes and woke up from the dream.

Just then, Eight Fingers and other squad leaders came in, all smiling: 'Sir, we have thwarted the Davis Family's plot and achieved a glorious victory.'

It seems they also learned some plots through interrogation.

'Alright, give me the details.'

Alan gestured.

Eight Fingers rubbed his index finger and said: 'Thanks to your foresight, this night raid resulted in minimal casualties on our side, and we secured significant results... We decapitated over thirty heads and captured more than twenty prisoners. The most important of which is Roan Davis. Congratulations on slaying Wild Bear Sariba, the knight.'

'In terms of loot, we also seized two large ships nearby. According to the prisoners, if they had succeeded in defeating us, they would have immediately sailed to our territory to raid the castle…'

Speaking of this, Eight Fingers also broke out in a cold sweat. Had they been ambushed by the Davis Family, their fate would have been dire.

'Bring that Roan over.'

Alan thought for a moment and said.

Not long after, a young noble, like a dead dog, was dragged in.

The arrow wound on his leg had been simply bandaged, but blood still seeped through the fabric.

At this moment, Roan Davis looked up at the young man who defeated him, his face filled with astonishment and disbelief: 'Is it you?'

Alan had seen him before at the time of the marriage contract under the Sacred Green Banyan Tree, and couldn't help but smile: 'Lord Roan, long time no see.'

This man was the nephew of the Davis Lord, considered a trusted aide.

If it wasn't a trusted person, he wouldn't have been sent for this task.

'We always underestimated you.' Roan sighed: 'With such military strategy and quality, you are the most outstanding heir!'

'Facing death, you still try to sow discord?'

Alan ignored the varied expressions of his subordinates and said indifferently: 'However, you still have a chance to live, lead my men to raid the Davis Family's castle!'

As soon as Alan said this, Roan's expression changed.

Indeed, wars are fought with hard power. While the Davis Family's main forces entangle with Sothos' army on the frontline, they barely scraped together this raid team, exhausting their resources. The territory within must be extremely vacant.

Moreover, they thought they were the ones raiding, never expecting to be attacked in return. As long as they were fast enough, they could strike before the retreating soldiers returned!

At this moment, ships as convenient transportation tools were crucial.

Roan never expected that the tools he prepared to attack the Sothos would turn into a noose for the Davis Family!

'Of course, you can refuse. After all, I only need a guide, and among the other prisoners, someone is bound to be willing.'

Alan said leisurely: 'And at that time, you will be useless…'

Hearing this, Roan's expression turned tragic.

Half an hour later, a group of people boarded the ships originally belonging to the Davis Family.

The prisoners rowed desperately towards the Davis Territory.

The Mother River was tranquil and peaceful under the moonlight.

Eight Fingers felt a bit uneasy as he came behind Alan: 'Sir... can we be faster than those retreating soldiers?'

In this era, the castle's defense was formidable. As long as the other side was prepared, their small force could never take it down.

'I don't know, we can only try our luck.'

Alan said nonchalantly: 'Besides, even if we can't capture the castle, raiding the surrounding houses... harassing the enemy's rear is also a great achievement.'

With these words, the expressions of his subordinates changed, becoming more greedy.

Even Eight Fingers couldn't help but be tempted.

Indeed!

The Davis Territory was vacant at this moment, a big fat piece of meat.

It would be too wasteful not to take a bite!

(End of this chapter)