I’m a Rebel in Another World

Chapter 17: City Lost! Camp Collapse!

"Lord Fabio, wake up! Get up now!"

Fabio was roused from sleep, his eyes bleary as he looked at Henwil beside him, mumbling confusedly: "What's wrong? Is it morning already?"

Henwil grabbed his armor, pulled Fabio up, and started putting it on him.

"It's not morning! The city has fallen!"

Fabio instinctively put on his armor while his mind wasn't fully awake yet: "City fallen? Which city has fallen?"

"Plains City! Plains City has fallen! We need to gather our troops immediately, we can't stay here any longer!"

After a moment of stunned silence, Fabio suddenly grabbed Henwil by the collar.

"What? What did you say? Plains City fallen? How? Who broke through?"

Henwil struggled to pry his hand open: "That doesn't matter anymore! Both gates of Plains City have been breached, the Allied Forces have already charged into the city!

We need to get out of here now before the situation deteriorates completely, otherwise we'll be trapped!"When Fabio finally put on his armor and rushed out of the tent, he could hear the sounds of battle coming from Plains City in the distance.

Through the firelight on the city walls, they could see intense fighting raging along the battlements.

The camp outside the city was in complete chaos, with officers and soldiers running everywhere.

Henwil knew they couldn't wait any longer - if the Allied Forces sent another unit to raid the camp now, this place would collapse into panic.

"How is this possible! There are so many troops in Plains City, how could it have fallen..."

Henwil pushed the still-dazed Fabio: "My lord, gather our troops immediately! We can't get separated now, or we'll be in grave danger!"

Finally urged on by Henwil, Fabio began gathering his private troops.

It took a full hour before Fabio's serf soldiers were properly assembled.

Then, Fabio took the lead and brought his troops out from the left side of the camp.

Watching the four regular army corps in the camp gradually advancing toward the Plains City battlefield, Fabio suddenly came to his senses.

"Right! We can't lose Plains City, we need to join the battle!"

Hearing this, Henwil really wanted to run this idiot through with his sword.

"My lord! No! We're just noble private troops, we have no field battle capability!

The best we can do now is stay away from the camp and avoid causing trouble for the command!"

Fabio's guard captain scolded: "Silence! You're telling Lord Fabio to flee, you want to bring shame upon Lord Fabio!"

The other guards also drew their weapons, shouting about supporting the battlefield.

Just then, under the moonlight, they saw a neat military formation pressing toward the camp like a dark tide.

Judging from the direction and current situation, it definitely wasn't Allied Forces troops.

So who was coming became immediately obvious.

Fabio shouted loudly: "Send the signal! Alert the camp, prepare to engage the enemy!"

Henwil rolled his eyes - they were fleeing for their lives earlier, who would carry signal flares!

Besides, these were noble serf private troops, not regular army corps, so they weren't equipped with such things.

Moreover, the camp was still in complete chaos - organizing effective defense was impossible!

After a while, Fabio also realized this.

He took a deep breath, drew his weapon and declared loudly: "Prepare to follow me to intercept the enemy! Hold them off! Wait for reinforcements from the camp!"

Henwil spoke helplessly: "My lord, we only have these few men, while the enemy has over six thousand fully armored soldiers. How much time can we buy?

During that time! How many nobles would be willing to bring troops to support us?

My lord, we should retreat! Preserve our strength for counterattack opportunities later!"

"Outrageous! You little attendant! Why do you keep urging my lord to flee? Do you want my lord to become a laughingstock?"

I'm trying to stop him from getting us all killed! Especially from dragging me to my death!

This short-lived fool again - I need to find an opportunity to eliminate him later to avoid him getting me killed!

Henwil was extremely annoyed by the guard captain scolding him again, but he didn't argue further.

Just as Fabio was hesitating, that army had already reached near the camp.

They lit torches, then set fire to arrows soaked in oil and launched a volley toward the camp.

After just five volleys of fire arrows, only a small part of the camp was ignited, but that was enough.

The flames, the unknown enemy, the pressure of death - finally snapped the last thread of composure in the serf soldiers' hearts.

The camp collapse began!

Everywhere was trampling chaos, soldiers and officers running wildly, drawing weapons to kill anyone trying to approach them.

Since they didn't know where the enemy was, every human around them could be the enemy.

This was the result of mental breakdown.

Seeing the camp in complete disorder, Fabio also knew it was time to flee.

"Follow my banner, toward... uh, toward..."

Henwil whispered: "Strategic advance toward southeast!"

"Strategic advance toward southeast! Right! Strategic advance!"

After getting away from the camp, everyone unconsciously quickened their pace.

Knowing this wouldn't do, Henwil had no choice but to say loudly to Fabio: "My lord, I have something to report!"

Fabio, who valued Henwil for saving him twice, turned his horse around: "What is it? Does it have to be now?"

Henwil lowered his voice: "My lord, we're moving too fast!"

"Isn't that good?"

Seeing Fabio didn't get it, Henwil moved closer: "My lord, if we're too fast, we'll be seen as fleeing, especially being at the very front - that won't end well.

We need to wait for the brother units behind us! When more people gather, strength in numbers is one thing, but we can also avoid enemy ambushes.

More importantly, then we'll be seen as retreating rather than leading the flight, uh, leading the strategic advance!

And since your rank isn't high, it's best to have higher-ranking nobles take the lead in this.

From now on, we're not fleeing - we're covering the retreat of brother units!"

It took Fabio a while to understand Henwil's meaning.

He excitedly patted Henwil's shoulder: "You're truly talented! If your father hadn't fallen in battle, I think you would be the best successor for your family!"

Following Henwil's guidance, Fabio positioned his troops beside a valley for rest, not advancing further.

After about three hours, scattered retreating soldiers began arriving.

All retreating soldiers without noble or officer leadership were forcibly incorporated by Fabio, with guard team members assigned to command them.

As dawn approached, more and more retreating soldiers arrived.

Seeing a well-organized army of over four thousand troops stationed at the valley entrance, these retreating soldiers and officers were nearly scared out of their wits.

But soon they realized this was an Allied Forces unit, giving them the feeling of escaping certain death.

By noon, a thousand-strong Allied Forces cavalry unit chasing the retreating soldiers arrived.

From afar, they saw the neatly arrayed cavalry formation of over a thousand troops.

Seeing this situation, the Allied Forces pursuers immediately turned their horses around and retreated the way they came.