Chapter 101: An Unexpected Victory

Receiving the order from headquarters to take action, Kevin wasted no time in holding back. He commanded the parrot and the crow to further scout the enemy’s positions while he himself searched for advantageous terrain and began assembling the catapult. Working in the darkness was inherently difficult, but fortunately, Kevin was quite familiar with his catapult. Using his spatial ring, he carefully pulled out each component one by one, and thankfully, no mistakes were made.

During their reconnaissance runs, the parrot always went ahead first, followed by the crow. The crow seemed reluctant to reveal its intelligence and would always return first after each foray. After six such back-and-forth trips by the two birds, Kevin finally gained a rough understanding of the enemy’s deployment. He then pulled over three donkeys, took out three female mannequins, spread their legs apart, mounted them on the donkeys, and secured them with ropes. In their hands, he tied long, slender branches, making the figures appear like knights holding weapons in the dark of night.

Next, Kevin searched the surrounding area and discovered a pile of rubble. After a moment of thought, he judged it a suitable hiding spot. He double-checked his equipment and reviewed his battle plan, feeling confident it was sound. Quietly, he whispered to the parrot, “Could you help me lead these three donkeys to their camp?”

“Then I won’t be coming back?” the parrot replied. “I’ll die over there!”

“That’s alright. Sacrifices are necessary,” Kevin answered calmly.

The parrot was momentarily speechless.

“My crow isn’t smart enough to handle such a difficult task,” Kevin said helplessly, belittling his own pet in an attempt to persuade the bird. “Anyway, it’s just a military exercise. You’ve been working hard. Once this is over, you can rest. By the way, do you like roasted meat?”

Unexpectedly, the parrot, stubborn and literal, transmitted Kevin’s words directly to its master, the communications mage. The mage immediately reported to headquarters: “Commander, Kevin is trying to send my parrot to its death.”

“Hmph!” Several regiment commanders’ faces darkened immediately. “Communication parrots are already scarce, and many legions are out of contact. And now they want to send the parrot to die?”

Orson’s expression also turned awkward as he was the one who had given Kevin the opportunity.

“Tell that Kevin kid, no way! If anyone’s going to die, he can go himself!” one regiment commander waved his hand dismissively as if swatting a fly.

The parrot promptly relayed this back to Kevin, who scowled. This bird truly lacked flexibility. But since headquarters had given the order, military commands must not be disobeyed. It was only a training exercise, so Kevin had no intention of risking his life in defiance. He looked at the crow, which was extremely intelligent. Having it lead the donkeys was certainly possible, but doing so would reveal its high intellect.

As for the suggestion that he himself lead the donkeys—impossible. If he left, who would operate the catapult? Kevin’s plan was to attract attention by leading the donkeys close, then strike the enemy with the catapult. The donkeys themselves were not meant to scare the enemy off. Although the crow had been with Kevin and could be manipulated easily, and had even learned to set parameters thanks to its intelligence, any overt action would reveal its smarts and blow their cover.

The parrot, while intelligent, was new to working with Kevin and might be trainable during the day, but in the darkness, when visibility was nearly zero, that was out of the question.

“Alright then, since neither of you can lead the donkeys, the donkeys will have to go on their own,” Kevin sighed. “Please scout the nearby terrain carefully. We need to find a path where a single whip crack will instinctively get the donkeys to move forward.”

This was undoubtedly a difficult and vague task, and both birds remained silent.

Suddenly, the parrot spoke: “In fact, if the three donkeys enter, they will surely be hit by a volley of arrows from the enemy archers. The donkeys will panic and turn tail to run. What’s the point of that for you?”

It was clear that the parrot was conveying the inquiry from headquarters after its report. Kevin answered truthfully: “That’s why I originally planned to have the parrot lead the donkeys, flying ahead while holding the reins. The donkeys would soon discover the arrow tips had been blunted and were harmless.”

Unfortunately, headquarters’ reply was still: “Not allowed!”

The simple, effective method was denied, so Kevin had to devise a more complex plan. He took out some incendiary oil bombs from his spatial ring, one of the catapult’s ammunition types. He poured out the oil and tied a rope to each donkey’s tail, dragging it on the ground while pouring a trail of oil behind them.

After some effort, he arranged the three donkeys on three sides approaching the enemy camp in a surrounding formation. The oil-soaked ropes were connected along the way, eventually tied together at the donkeys’ tails.

Looking up at the sky, still pitch black, Kevin guessed it was past midnight. With little time to hesitate, he ignited the oil. The flames raced along the ropes to the donkeys’ tails.

The three donkeys screamed in alarm and began wildly charging forward. Their cries pierced the night, instantly alerting the enemy camp, where the rapid sound of incoming arrows could be heard.

Swish! Swish! Swish! The mannequins were lifelike enough that it was hard to tell real from fake in the darkness, but the enemy was certain they were under attack and unleashed a volley of arrows. All three figures and donkeys were hit, arrows clearly embedded in them, yet they continued charging straight ahead.

“Hey! Please follow the exercise rules!” someone shouted from the enemy ranks.

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