Eman didn't order an attack immediately. They observe the village first and meet with the captains to formulate a plan.

Right at this moment, a person clad in brown leather armor ambered towards a large tent. When he entered, there were some people inside. They were sitting around a long rectangular wooden table. Sitting in the middle was their young commander.

Everyone glanced at him upon entering.

"How is it?" Eman asked the newly entered soldier.

"Commander, there was an estimate of seven hundred enemies inside," reported the soldier who was tasked to scout the village.

"Seven hundred only?" Bross repeated the soldier's words with a tinge of doubt.

"Wait, wasn't it reported that there were about a thousand of them?" Demyul asked in a frown. "It is," A captain with a huge bow on his back added in confirmation. His squad together with the other ranger squads would be the main support of this operation.

When darkness finally ruled the sky, the bandits did their usual thing, drinking with their buddies while storytelling of their past achievements. Drinking was always a good way to end the night. When everyone was filled enough, it was the right time to wander inside their dreamland. It has always been like this for many years now.

Especially those who were assigned to guard the village. It was a boring job. But somehow, as long as there was liquor to sate their thirst, a night would become a meaningful one.

Tonight, the same as the other night, they would drink then sleep after some less meaningful talks that they could not remember how many times they told such a tale.

After a few laughs, and as the night goes deeper and deeper, they talk less and less, turning their eyes heavier.

The distant laughter coming from the other group who was busy with their devices also came weaker. Some of them either went to rest or emptied their topic they could find funny.

"Pals, I gotta waste a piss," one of the village guards called out and told his partner. "Right, right, just do it faster…" an unconcerned reply from his buddy.

"Fang G, don't flood the area, and be sure that it won't smell, yeah! Haha!" Jeered the third person in their group. It was followed by heavy laughters.

Ha-ha-ha!

"Fools!" After yelling he proceeded.

Mostly, there were a total of seven people guarding the village gate every night. Most of them believed that it wasn't necessary to do it because why not? It was a village full of bandits. What kind of idiotic person would dare to come? 

Fang G thought so before taking out his hidden snake and let it wet the grasses. He closed his eyes as he did. Then shuddered when he felt a slight tickle ran through his body like a sudden electrifying current.

"Aaaah!" A moan of comfort when the piss started to befall the grass. He stared above—

"Wait, what are those—?" He noticed something beyond him, like a running shadow. He glanced towards his comrades and noticed that they were busy laughing on the wooden gate.

Swoosh!

He heard the sound of tearing an air, like the sound of a fast-approaching object. He hastily returned his eyes to the front but halfway through glancing, something pierced on his forehead. He could not even scream and fell on the spot without knowing what happened to him. An arrow was shot and took his life. He fell with his eyes open.

"Hey, that idiot took so long!" One of the guards noticed the absence of their comrade.

"Eh? Who?"

"Fang G."

"Forget it, I'm sure he went all the way to take a dump! Haha!" They chuckled upon hearing him. But soon they noticed an arrow embedded in their comrade's head and pierced his skull.

It seemed the time had slowed down when their comrade's figure slowly slanted down. Then, it fell lifeless on the ground. Simultaneously, the others glanced to where the arrow came from, to the east! However, halfway through glancing, they found an arrow on their heads like their other comrades.

All of them were shot dead on the spot. None was able to use any defense as it was a sneak attack. The attackers were hiding in the bushes a few meters away from them.

After killing all the village guards, some figures popped out from the bushes and ran towards the wooden gate.

"Commander it's all clear…" whispered Soldier Kanna.

Eman smiled as he thought, these high-level soldiers were truly commendable. No wonder his majesty was very proud of them. 

"That's good, tell them to proceed with the plan," he commanded.

He wasn't as overbearing or as good as Borge Skybird in terms of command, but he had his way of dealing with the enemies. This mission wasn't even one-tenth of the total number of their enemies. And unlike their battle against the ratmen, this time, they were dealing with intelligent creatures.

Based on their information, there were supposed to be a thousand and above. They had no idea where the others went, but they guessed that they went hunting in the neighboring village. 

The others thought that it would be risky to execute the plan right away because there was a high possibility that the other enemies would arrive suddenly. If it would happen, being surrounded on both sides is likely to happen. That's why many were suggesting postponing the attack for a day.

Yet, all of them were stupefied when the commander told them that they would be attacking tonight. They could not say no as he was the commander. Well, if the plan failed, they could only blame him. Regardless, they must skim the number of enemies as much as possible. 

They moved sneakily and pierced the sleeping enemies that were scattered everywhere. The scout squads, who were known for their agility and perceptiveness against traps, were the ones leading the others. They dismantled and diffused any traps hidden everywhere. Then proceeded to dispatch the enemy's watchers that were hidden in the most hidden area.

There was one enemy who was standing on the roof. The next second, someone covered his mouth from behind and his neck was sliced open. Blood gushed out from the wound, then his body limped in the next second. The killer deliberately placed him down, before producing a spark of light towards the other group. It was a signal to notify the other squads that it was safe to proceed.

They continued killing in silence. Eman was looking at them with admiration. Well, it just started. He closed his eyes. After opening it, a grin was visible on his mouth.

Then he created a ball of earth on his palm. The next second, he fired it in the direction of one of his soldiers, who was peeking from the cover of a large trunk of trees.

"Gwargh!"

The soldier was startled when someone suddenly groaned beside him. When he glanced, he saw an enemy! But there was a hole on his head and blood burst out from it.

He wondered who did it.

Kanna, who was standing beside him, almost had her jaw drop on the ground. 'How the hell he noticed that invisible enemy from this distance of 150 meters away?!'

'Regardless, how can he flick a stone that far with so much force?!' She asked in mind.