I was a knight in the Middle Ages

"That won't do." Alpha suddenly drew the sword from his waist. The blade arced in the twilight, but it only lightly cut through the dead branches outside the pavilion.

"Now I am a Silver Eagle Knight appointed by the Empire. I eat the emperor's salary and worry about the emperor." Alpha turned the sword and pointed at the warehouses stretching down the mountain. "You can't take anything in the mining city at will. Otherwise, I will have a hard time explaining it."

Philos narrowed his bloodshot eyes and sneered coldly: "Then why did you ask me to come here?"

There seemed to be repeated sounds of metal clashing around the pavilion, and there seemed to be many ambushes lurking in the dark. It was obvious that both sides did not trust each other.

Alpha sheathed his sword, took out a yellowed map from his bosom and spread it on the stone table: "Everything is here, I will leave here soon."

Alpha's fingertip traced the Suez Canal mark and said, "I will sell the mining city to someone who needs it. I believe you can occupy it through other means."

The map rustled in the wind, and Philos' pupils suddenly contracted.

As the pirate commander who roamed the seven seas, Philos certainly understood what this golden waterway meant.

But in an instant, Philos returned to normal, reached out and pressed the edge of the map: "How can I believe that you won't empty this place?"

"There's too much equipment and supplies in the mining city. It's impossible to clear it out, and it can't be completed in a short time." Alpha suddenly leaned in, and the smell of gunpowder mixed with the fragrance of pine wood hit him in the face.

"Do you think I can vacate this place without telling you?" Before Alpha finished speaking, a dull cannon shot suddenly rang out from the distant mining city, startling Philos so much that he subconsciously reached for the magic pistol at his waist.

"The Ottoman Empire wants to take everything from me, and so do you." Alpha took back the map, his tone suddenly becoming meaningful, "But your power is at sea, and we can definitely cooperate."

"What do you mean?" Philos's pistol was already against Alpha's chest, but the other party did not dodge, but instead revealed a mysterious smile.

"You have no way of occupying either the mining city or the Greek peninsula." Alpha opened the barrel of the musket and took out another parchment from his sleeve. "The Suez Canal is the core location of your battle with the Ottoman Empire..."

"That's enough!" Philos slammed the parchment scroll on the table, and the remaining wine in the wine cup spilled onto the map, leaving a large dark stain.

"There are twelve empire bastions and fifty thousand armored cavalry in Suez. Even if we use all our strength, we can't take the canal!" Philos's voice echoed in the valley, startling flocks of night owls.

Alpha looked at the sky, his eyes blazing with fire: "Of course, it won't work just with one force."

Alpha's fingertips jabbed heavily at the canal marker, "But if I contain the Imperial Knights on land and cut off their food supply lines within three months, then with your naval power..."

"Can you hold back the Ottoman army?" Philos suddenly burst into laughter, his gold teeth gleaming coldly in the moonlight. "This is the biggest joke I've heard this year!"

Alpha didn't argue, but took off the holy sword from his waist and placed it on the stone table: "Of course not now."

Alpha looked towards the darkening western sky, where a hawk was circling with its wings flapping. "Give me ten years, and I will definitely surprise everyone."

The holy sword made a clear sound in the wind, echoing the explosion in the distance.

"Enough!" Philos suddenly held down the holy sword, "It's meaningless to say all this now. I think the most important issue now is the ownership of the mining city. If you continue to block my transport team..."

"Let's each take a step back." Alpha retracted the jade pendant and put on his helmet again. The moonlight gilded his outline. "Your main force will move north. We cannot have your forces in the city anymore. I promise to withdraw the main force from the mining city within three months. I promise to make this a free trade port. Passing caravans will never be taxed."

The mountain wind blew up Philos's scarlet cloak. Philos stared at the determination in Alpha's eyes and finally snorted heavily: "I'm afraid it will be difficult to evacuate in three months."

Alpha suddenly drew his scimitar and carved three deep marks on the stone table. "But I can hand over the jurisdiction of the mining city within three months. By then, you should have your own way..."

"If you can hand over the command within three months, I can leave the mining city in three days. As for the remaining vassal army, I will give it to you as a gift!" Philos also knew that what Alpha said was the best outcome.

……

As the faint light of dawn pierced the clouds, Alpha's mechanical boots rolled over the charred gravel road of the mining city.

The armor of the armed knight behind him reflected a cold metallic luster, stretching Alpha's shadow very long, like an unsheathed sword.

"Lord Alpha, was the cooperation successful?" Evelyn ran over on the dew, her hair still stained with frost from last night.

The magic wand at the girl's waist swayed slightly with her hurried steps, reflecting an uneasy blue light.

Alpha didn't answer, but instead held the tense Evelyn in his arms.

The gunpowder-soaked armor hurt Evelyn, but she unexpectedly felt the warmth coming from his chest—a heat that had not cooled down after years of fighting on the battlefield.

"Don't worry," Alpha's voice drifted past his ears on the morning breeze, "Everything is under my control."

The sound of Mashu's feet crunching over gravel came closer. The Alpha Anbu commander had already put on sunglasses, and the lenses flashed blue light: "Lord Alpha, should we negotiate with the Alliance? Can the next battle be stopped..."

"No." Alpha let go of Evelyn and explained calmly.

"Everything will remain the same from now on. Remember, those verbal promises are as fragile as the projection of the morning glow. As long as they dare to touch the ore in the mining city, our magic cannon will let them know—" Alpha suddenly clenched his fists, and the air made a slight explosion. "This is not their ATM!"

There was a roar from the smelter in the distance, and the searchlights of the ore trucks pierced the morning mist.

The mining city, which had been dormant for a long time, began to refine again, and agriculture began to rise rapidly.

Alpha looked at the patch of light and remembered the subtle sneer on Philos's lips during the negotiation.

This cooperation without a contract, on the surface the two sides were still mortal enemies, but it was not only a token of loyalty to the Ottoman Empire, but also a silent warning to the alliance: his mercy was always based on absolute force.

……

The morning sun is like blood, and the setting sun dyes the battlefield scarlet.

General Filos stood in front of the makeshift tent, looking at the campfire of the Alpha army in the distance with a frown on his face.

The air was filled with the smell of gunpowder and blood, and the shouts of the fighting during the day still echoed in my ears.

"General, does that guy really want us to leave here?" Philos's deputy general, Habel, hurried into the tent with an expression of disbelief on his face.

They fought fiercely with Alpha's army for several days, with heavy casualties on both sides.

It is really hard to believe that the other party actually proposed to shake hands and make peace at this moment.

Philos turned around, his eyes grim. "That guy is willing to let us leave and join us in fighting the Ottoman Empire. But he won't allow us to take any equipment or supplies, otherwise they'll attack us with all their might."

Philos' voice was low, with a hint of hesitation in his words.

Alpha's attitude changed so suddenly that Philos was not sure whether he would do what he said.

"If we don't take these things with us, are we sending troops here just to travel?" Hubbell roared angrily and slammed his fist on the wooden table beside him.

"These supplies and equipment were obtained at the cost of the lives of so many of our brothers!" Huber's face flushed red, his eyes filled with resentment and anger.

"I will personally lead the troops to escort the supplies and equipment. I don't believe they dare to break the agreement." Hubbell said with a serious face and a determined light in his eyes.

In Hubbell's view, Alpha was just bluffing and didn't dare to really turn against them.

General Filos was silent for a long time and did not answer.

He stared at the fire in the distance, his heart also filled with contradictions and struggles.

Philos also wanted to see the boy's determination, whether he really dared to do it or was just talking.

"Habel, take 5,000 cavalry, 10,000 vassal troops, and one-third of the supplies and equipment and leave first." Philos suddenly spoke, a cold glint in his eyes. "Remember, proceed with caution."

Philos wanted to use these soldiers as bait or pathfinders to test Alpha's true attitude.

If Alpha really keeps his promise, that would be great; but if he dares to break his promise, Philos will not be someone to be trifled with.

Hubbell was stunned for a moment, then he understood the general's intention and nodded solemnly: "I understand!"

He turned around and walked out of the tent and began to prepare for evacuation.

Philos stood there, looking at the gradually brightening sky, silently calculating every next move in his mind.

This seemingly peaceful evacuation is actually full of undercurrents and dangers.

As night falls, torches on the mining city's watchtower dye the city walls a vibrant orange-red.

Alpha stood with his hands behind his back in the center of the meeting room of the City Lord's Mansion. The candlelight flickered behind him, stretching his shadow very long.

At this moment, the Anbu messenger rushed in, breaking the solemn silence in the room.

"Lord Alpha! More than 10,000 Alliance troops have left the mining city and are evacuating to the northwest!" The dark elf knelt on one knee, his voice filled with nervousness.

Alpha's eyes instantly sharpened. He took two steps forward and asked in a deep voice, "Did they take away the equipment and supplies?"

In Alpha's view, the number of people is just an appearance, and those precious equipment and supplies are the key to this game.

Mashu stepped out from the shadows, her expression serious. "Sir, they've loaded almost all the usable supplies in the warehouse onto the trucks. The convoy stretches endlessly, with no end in sight."

Mashu's description made the atmosphere in the meeting hall even more depressing. Everyone knew that if these supplies fell into the hands of the enemy, it would greatly enhance their strength.

Alpha clenched his fists, but his expression remained calm.

After a moment, Alpha calmly turned around and said, "Send a message to Quintiles! Lead the elite troops to ambush immediately! Try to harass the enemy with long-range attacks, and focus on killing their active forces!"

Alpha paused, his tone becoming even colder. "If we can't take back the equipment and supplies, we'll destroy them immediately! The key is to prevent them from taking away the supplies and equipment."

As soon as the words fell, the entire conference room fell silent.

Alpha walked slowly to the window, looked at the enemy torches faintly visible in the distance, and secretly swore in his heart: I must never let the other side see through my bluff!

This battle must not only be fought, but also fought to show the momentum of the mining city and let everyone know that offending this place will surely come at a heavy price!

With an order, the ambush troops led by Quintai quickly assembled.

In the darkness of the night, arrows were strung onto strings, catapults were quietly put into position, and a thrilling ambush was about to begin.

Alpha stood quietly on the city wall, waiting for the news of victory.

The night was like thick ink, completely engulfing the figures of the ambush troops.

Kuntai crouched in the bushes beside the mountain path, his rough hands repeatedly stroking the sword at his waist.

When the torches in the distance formed a winding golden snake, he raised his right hand, and two thousand elite soldiers held their breath instantly, even their breathing sounds were hidden in the whistling mountain wind.

"Release!" Following Quintile's deep roar, three hundred powerful crossbows were the first to break through the air.

In the darkness, there was a dense sound of arrows breaking through the air, and arrows poured down like a rainstorm. The Alliance soldiers in the front row were nailed to the carriages and shields before they even had time to scream.

The catapults made a teeth-grinding squeak, and stones as big as millstones slammed into the center of the convoy. The wooden carriages were instantly shattered into pieces, and the flying wood chips and screams intertwined to form a picture of hell.

The Union army quickly recovered from its panic.

Commander Haberl, clad in heavy armor, brandished his blood-stained battle axe and roared, "Form a shield formation! Archers, strike back!"

Amidst the neat sounds of metal clashing, the steel wall formed by shields slowly advanced.

Quinte sneered and raised his hand to light the oilcloth tied to the arrow's tail.

In an instant, countless scarlet meteors streaked across the night sky and accurately fell into the carriages filled with supplies.

A raging fire shot up into the sky, illuminating the entire valley like daylight.

"Kill!" Quintiles leaped up and smashed the leading shield with his sword.

Two thousand elite soldiers flooded across the mountain road like a black tide and engaged in close combat with the alliance army.

Amidst the sparks from the clashing blades, Quintiles saw the ferocious face of the enemy commander, Habel. The opponent's battle axe came slashing with the sound of wind. He dodged sideways and stabbed the opponent's soft spot under his armpit with his backhand.

Warm blood splattered on his face, and the pungent smell of blood made his pupils shrink slightly.

During the melee, a Union soldier tried to extinguish a wagon carrying gunpowder that had caught fire.

Quintiles' pupils suddenly shrank, and he threw out the chain from his waist, wrapped it around the man's ankles, and pulled him to the ground with force.

Quinte grabbed the torch and threw it hard onto the pile of gunpowder, but he heard the sound of a bowstring behind him.

At the critical moment, Quinte suddenly fell down, and the arrow grazed his back and penetrated into the ground.

Quintai flipped over and stood up, his sword drew a half silver moon, directly splitting the attacker in half.

The fire grew bigger and bigger, and carriages carrying supplies exploded one after another.

Alliance commander Haber looked at the destroyed supplies and could only roar in anger.

Quintiles wiped the blood from his face, raised his sword, and shouted, "Retreat! As long as they are carrying supplies and equipment, they will be killed without mercy!"

Two thousand elite soldiers disappeared into the darkness like ghosts, and screams and the sound of weapons clashing continued to be heard on the mountain road.