Cat Princess and Human Knight

Chapter 63 The Plan to Encircle and Attack Reinforcements

The sky was clear and the sun was shining brightly.

As spring deepens and temperatures rise, the hilly terrain is blessed with a series of pleasant days after the gentle spring rains.

The weather was kind, but it couldn't stop the growing tension on the ground.

A sky knight is flying southeast along the Eagle Beak Mountains toward the Grey Rock Castle, a promontory extending from Catback Mountain.

The small Singapore Cat hulled close to the saddle on the back of the Fighting Falcon to minimize wind resistance.

This small cat, only ten centimeters tall, is best suited to be the rider of the Warhawk aerial cavalry.

The light combat falcon beneath him has a wingspan of 2.2 meters and is extremely fast.

Airships are expensive, and the cost of raising animals that can carry cats is high. Even the cheapest light war falcon requires grain to feed, which is a huge burden for the cat race, which is in a feudal production capacity.

Therefore, the scree hills only kept a few war falcon air riders, responsible for reconnaissance, communication and other tasks.

At this moment, the Sky Knight's mission was to go to Grayrock Castle and deliver a letter.

He wanted to deliver the news that the army at Eagle's Beak Pass was about to march south to Duke Snowclaw, who had retreated to Grayrock Castle, so that the duke could grit his teeth and hold on.

The war falcon flapped its wings in the air, having already flown over the Eagle Beak Mountains and arrived at the war zone in the eastern part of Cat Back Mountain.

The Singaporean cat on the falcon's back adjusted its glasses; the dark crystal glasses protected its eyes from the glaring sunlight.

As they approached their destination, the Singaporean cat felt a little nervous, constantly scanning the rugged forest floor, fearing an enemy arrow might be shot from the jungle.

While his attention was focused entirely on what was below, he didn't notice that a snow owl had appeared above him at some point.

The gray cat of the Owl Roar Clan rode on a snow owl, coldly watching the war falcon cavalry below.

The snowy owl, an improved version of the Owl Clan, has a wingspan of 2.7 meters. Its feathers have a reflective coating for camouflage, and it is good at breaking through at high speed. Its disadvantage is that it is not very heat-resistant.

At this moment, the Falcon Air Riders were unaware that they were being targeted by the Snow Owl Air Riders, while the Singapore Cat was still focused on its safety below.

Grey Cat controlled Snow Owl to slowly approach from above. Once in its comfort zone, Snow Owl took a short spear from its backpack.

The spearhead gleamed unnaturally in the sunlight, clearly indicating it had been coated with venom.

The gray cat patted the snow owl's head, and the snow owl swooped down to quickly close the distance to the war falcon.

Feeling the sound of wind breaking above its head, the Singapore cat looked up and saw a short spear piercing through the air and into its chest. There was no pain from the wound, only numbness spreading throughout its body.

The Singapore cat, its face blackened, swayed as the war falcon, its wing torn in half by the snow owl's claws, let out a mournful cry before crashing to the ground and dying instantly.

In the distance, the outline of the graystone castle was already visible, seemingly within reach, yet also worlds apart.

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night.

At the nomadic cat camp not far from the Graystone Castle, clan cats are having a wild party around the campfire, letting loose and expressing their emotions.

The battle for the riverbank defenses was a resounding victory, with the nomadic cats suffering minimal losses as they routed the noble coalition led by Duke Snowclaw.

The nomadic cats not only seized the food and weapons stored throughout the defensive line, but also besieged Duke Snowclaw's forces inside the Gray Rock Castle.

Now, all that's needed is to breach the Grayrock Castle. The numerous undefended towns, villages, workshops, and granaries ahead will become easy prey for the nomadic cats to exploit.

Such a blissful and wonderful prospect could not possibly drive the clan warriors mad.

Meanwhile, around the largest campfire in the center of the camp, the clan leaders were holding a meeting to decide on their next strategy.

The letter carried by the Warhawk Sky Rider Deadcat had already been circulated around the campfire, and all the clan chiefs had read its contents.

Once the letter returned to the Great Chieftain Blackhand's cat paw, Grom, the chieftain of the Cathowl Clan, couldn't help but roar.

"The hill nobles' army at Eagle's Beak Pass is coming to reinforce Grayrock Castle. We must act immediately and breach Grayrock Castle before they arrive!"

Blackhand didn't speak, but simply looked at the silent Ner'zhul.

Grom was very unhappy about this and stood up and roared.

"Great Chieftain, what are you waiting for!"

Ner'zhul coughed and said.

"Calm down, brave and fearless Grom. We all understand your feelings, but war is not just about bravery, it also requires wisdom."

Grom glanced at the great shaman with a sidelong look and grinned.

"Then speak your wisdom, Ner'zhul."

"Ner'zhul said."

"The noble reinforcements at Eagle's Beak Pass have arrived just in time. Once we take them out, no cat in the entire Shattered Hills will be able to stop our advance!"

"Grom asked."

"And what about the graystone castle?"

Ner'zhul said coldly.

"Graystone Castle has enough food to feed 300 cats for three months. Our attack on Graystone Castle will not only deplete our military strength, but also help them reduce their cat population and alleviate the pressure on their food supply."

Besiege the castle, let the cats inside see reinforcements and ignite their hope, lure them out, and then extinguish their hope.

Only then will they despair, bow their heads to us, offer everything, and beg us to be merciful and spare their lives.

Grom seemed to be deep in thought, and Orgrimmar, the lieutenant behind Blackhand, stepped forward and spoke.

"It is indeed a good idea to besiege Grayrock Castle, attack the reinforcements coming from Eagle's Beak Pass, lure Duke Snowclaw out of the city to cooperate, and break through the noble armies on both sides in one fell swoop."

But it seems something is missing.

What if Duke Snowclaw stays in his shell and refuses to come out of Grayrock Castle to ignore the reinforcements from Eagle's Beak Pass that are coming to his rescue?

The time wasted waiting for reinforcements and the time needed to attack Grayrock Castle again will consume our limited food supplies.

We left our own grain in the rear, for the elderly, women, and children. We didn't capture much grain from the riverbank defenses.

If Duke Snowclaw remains holed up in the open, it's questionable whether our food supplies will last until victory.

Naozu laughed loudly.

"Then let's provoke Duke Snowclaw and give him a reason to impulsively go into battle."

Grom narrowed his eyes.

"Enrage him? That testicleless duke is trembling in his castle. Even if reinforcements arrive, would he dare to come out and court death?"

Ner'zhul shook his head.

"Every male cat has its own sore spot; never underestimate any cat's courage."

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Greystone Castle.

The Duke of Snowclaw paced back and forth in front of the Marquis of Velvet Carpet in a fit of rage, while the Marquis of Velvet Carpet sighed and remained silent.

Finally, the Duke of Snowclaw stood before the Marquis of Velvet Carpet and growled in a low voice.

"Can't you say something?"

The Marquis of Velvet said with a wry smile.

"The allied forces successfully retreated to Gray Rock Castle. Our losses were not too great and were within our acceptable range."

The problem is food and water; the limestone castle doesn't have enough reserves or enough space.

Barons, viscounts, and earls slept huddled together, knights, squires, and soldiers ate at the same table, and many complaints were already circulating below.

With insufficient food supplies, the food supply can only last for two weeks at most, and each cat can only get a quarter liter of water per day.

The nomadic cats outside don't need to besiege the city; if they besiege it for another week, we'll collapse on our own.

Duke Snowclaw had a cold expression on his face.

"Is that all you wanted to say?"

Marquis Velvet glanced at the gloomy Duke Snowclaw and asked in return.

What do you want to hear from me?

A suggestion to make peace with those filthy clan cats? No, in the current situation it should be called surrender.

So, Your Excellency Duke Snowclaw, are you hoping I will advise us to surrender?