"Charles Carter, if you can successfully destroy the provisions brought by Commander Smith, I, George Grant, will appoint you as a centurion." At this moment, the loud voice of General Grant unexpectedly rang out.

Of course, Charles Carter understood. This was simply an impossible task. General Grant was just doing him a favor.

"As long as the general remembers what you said." Charles Carter saluted.

"I, George Grant, always keep my word. As long as you complete the task." George Grant was provoked by Charles Carter's attitude.

In the afternoon, they were fully prepared to set out.

Charles Carter stood solemnly in front of the square formation. This time, Jack Foster had opened a back door for him, lending him his own protective armor. Although it didn't fit perfectly, it was better than nothing.

Amid the blaring horns, Charles Carter led the team out. Of course, this time Charles Carter was also given a fine horse. Among the soldiers, a few fourth-rank warriors also had horses to ride.

These fourth-rank warriors were each ten-man leaders, meaning each had ten soldiers under their command. A centurion had a hundred subordinates, similar to a company commander. According to the ranks of the Great Yu Dynasty, this was the ninth rank. The team marched for a day and a night before stopping in the woods of a large mountain.

"Peter King, is there any new information from that side?" Charles Carter asked a ten-man leader. This person was specifically responsible for scouting, similar to intelligence personnel in modern armies.

"About twenty kilometers from here, Commander Smith has over two hundred men. However, they must pass through Tongqiao Pass to transport the provisions." Peter King replied.

"Leader Carter, we have just over a hundred men, and they have more than us. Moreover, Commander Smith is highly skilled, not someone we can defeat head-on. So, we must use strategy, not brute force, or else we'll be wiped out." Another ten-man leader, Thomas Ward, said.

"Yes, they must pass through Tongqiao Pass. It seems we can only set an ambush there." Ten-man leader Paul Moore said.

"No, no, we won't set the ambush at Tongqiao Pass." Charles Carter waved his hand mysteriously.

"If we don't ambush there, where else can we? Other places are too open and easy to be discovered." Peter King asked.

"Luozi Beach." Charles Carter pointed at the military map.

"Luozi Beach? How could that work? It's all open sand with nowhere to hide. Are we supposed to burrow into the sand? We'd suffocate to death." Paul Moore shook his head.

"That's right, why can't we hide in the sand?" Charles Carter snorted.

"Leader Carter, that's impossible. We'd suffocate." Thomas Ward also thought it couldn't be done.

"We'll abandon our armor and go in light gear, wearing clothes that match the color of the sand.

I think we have a set of yellow military uniforms that are similar to the color of sand. Then we'll hide in the sand dunes. Aren't there clumps of reeds by Luozi Beach?

We'll use reed tubes to breathe through the sand, making it look like a clump of reeds. As soon as Commander Smith's provisions arrive, we'll strike.

We must be quick, all switch to short bows with flint arrows to shoot the first wave. The rest of us will focus on attacking Commander Smith.

As long as we act swiftly, we still have a chance. If we can't take down Commander Smith, we're all finished." Charles Carter said with an air of authority.

Chapter 0008: The First Victory

"Not bad, I never thought of hiding people like that before." Peter King exclaimed in admiration. Charles Carter sneered inwardly—this was child's play to us clever modern people. You ancients are just too naive.

Everything was ready, and a hundred men quietly hid in the sand dunes of Luozi Beach. Because the terrain was open, Eric Smith felt assured there would be no ambush here. Commander Smith also focused his attention on Tongqiao Pass.

At dawn, the two hundred men led by Commander Smith arrived. The line of provisions stretched for hundreds of meters like a long dragon.

Charles Carter had calculated accurately; Commander Smith's troops indeed entered the ambush zone. At the command, over a hundred short arrows with flint tips shot toward the provisions and the crowd. The flint ignited on impact, and thick smoke billowed straight into the sky.

Meanwhile, the short arrows shot by Charles Carter and several ten-man leaders were all tipped with chili water, wrapped in thin rabbit skin. As soon as they hit near Commander Smith, they burst open, splashing Commander Smith all over with chili water.

Then Charles Carter and his men charged in, launching a second wave with lime bombs. Although Commander Smith was agile, he couldn't defend against the flying lime, and with the chili water mixed in, his eyes were blinded.

The guy swung his broadsword wildly in all directions, slashing by instinct. With a splatter, Peter King's arm was sent flying, blood spraying everywhere.

But at that moment, Commander Smith's foot was caught by the lasso thrown by Charles Carter and another man. The two pulled hard, and Commander Smith was immediately yanked to the ground.

At once, more than a dozen arrows flew over. With his foot tangled and his vision blurred, Commander Smith couldn't dodge in time and was struck by several arrows.

Blood spurted wildly, yet Commander Smith, fearless of death, leapt into the air. With the rope still attached, he dragged Charles Carter up with him, both rising seven or eight meters into the air.