Chapter 433 Different signals, the night attack plan begins

"If we move at night, let the griffon put me in a high tower first." Edmond said, then he took out a flashlight from his bag and pressed the switch a few times in front of everyone.

"This flicker of light and dark will be very obvious in the night, and I will use it to send signals."

"Edmond will send out two signals tonight." Peter raised two fingers. "The first signal flashes. Our army is going to kill the guards outside the castle and clear the obstacles to advance.

But be careful not to make too much noise.

And I, Susan, Aaron, and Caspian will lead a small group of people to sneak in.

We work separately so that the mouse is not easily discovered and we are responsible for lowering the suspension bridge..."

"Uh... Your Majesty." Reepicheep interjected embarrassedly, "Although I don't want to say it, but... it's easy for us to sneak in, but we can't push those gear switches."

"Sneak in and take out as many guards as possible. Someone will help you then."

"Understood, Your Majesty."

"Aaron, you and Caspian are responsible for opening the gate.

The number of people the gryphon can send over is limited. We will try our best to help you get rid of the patrolling guards, but you have to hurry up. "

Aaron and Caspian looked at each other and nodded slowly.

"Susan and I went to deal with Miraz, and after we defeated the king, they were leaderless.

While we were completing our respective tasks, Edmund would stop sending signals, but after completing our respective tasks, I would notify Edmond to send a second signal.

Once the troops outside the castle saw the second signal being given, they began a formal attack. "

The leader of the men and horses nodded seriously, "I obey your orders, Your Majesty."

"That's the plan. Now go down and get ready and wait for night."

"Wait a minute, I have a little problem." Aaron raised his right hand, instantly attracting everyone's attention.

"You said it." Peter said calmly. He didn't think there was any flaw in his plan.

“First of all, does your flashlight have enough power?

If it runs out of power at a critical moment, let alone successfully completing the plan, it will be a question of whether we can escape unscathed. "

"Ah..." Peter turned his attention to Edmund, "Is it okay?"

"There must be no problem with the flashlight. I bought new batteries." Edmond confirmed.

"Secondly, we need a signal to retreat." Aaron continued, "It's not me who makes the scenery look bad! What if something goes wrong with the plan..."

"Failure to send a second signal before daybreak means the operation is cancelled." Peter interrupted, "Any more questions?"

"Uh... I think you misunderstood something. The retreat signal I mentioned is not just for the army, but for all of us." Aaron shrugged and said seriously, "You should know what force majeure is. Right? After all, the castle is heavily guarded, and any accident can happen.

And your plans are so intertwined that there can’t be any mistakes. "

Peter pondered for a while, "Are you too pessimistic?"

“Don’t worry about victory, think about defeat first.

It's no secret that I live by my life. Being prudent is my code of conduct.

And it’s a matter of life and fortune, so don’t be careless.

I suggest making a retreat plan before the official operation, so that even if the operation fails, we will not lose too much. "

Hearing this, everyone looked at each other in shock.

This sounds like it means to disturb the morale of the army, but if you think about it carefully, it seems that there is nothing wrong with it.

"I support Aaron's opinion," Susan said.

"Let the griffon stand by at high altitude and adapt to changes, just in case.

As for the signal for everyone to retreat..." Peter thought for a while and turned his attention to Aaron.

"What are you looking at me doing? I'm not interested in men."

"Lend me your gun." Peter said, dumbfounded. "If everything goes well, Edmond's flashlight will be enough, but if the situation gets really complicated, we probably won't have time to see his signal.

Thermal weapons had not yet been invented in Narnia, and there was no more appropriate signal than the sound of gunfire.

Three gunshots signaled retreat. "

Hearing this, the corners of Aaron's mouth twitched violently.

Good guy, what a good guy, this is the idea that hit his gun.

"Aren't you making things difficult for me?"

"This is for Narnia," Susan advised. "It's also for you to go home smoothly and not worry so much."

Aaron pretended to be thoughtful, took out the revolver, and quietly granted Peter permission to use it.

"Five bullets, you'd better use them sparingly."

Peter took the pistol and nodded slightly excitedly.

"My lord, can you demonstrate first?" Reepicheep suggested, "We have never heard... gunshots."

"I will only demonstrate once." Peter solemnly glanced at the representatives of various races surrounding him, then pointed the gun at the sky and pulled the trigger.

boom!

The dull sound instantly rang in everyone's ears.

The birds in the forest started in fright, and countless animals shivered suddenly. They felt the fatal threat from the sound.

"Great, now there are only four bullets left." Aaron sighed pretentiously.

"Don't worry about those details." Peter patted him on the shoulder, and then faced everyone, "Remember this sound, no matter where our plan goes tonight, as soon as you hear three gunshots, retreat immediately."

...

The plan officially started at midnight. At this time, most people were sleeping and there was little vigilance.

A griffin grabbed Edmond and flew to Tanmore Castle, placing him gently on the top of the tallest tower.

An alert soldier below heard the sound of the collision of tiles and raised his head in surprise.

The gryphon had folded its wings, and Edmund was clinging to the tiles without exposing any flaws.

Just when the soldier thought he heard wrongly, two sharp claws pinched his shoulders, and he lost consciousness without making a sound.

Edmond jumped from the top of the tower and picked up a flashlight to send a signal.

The leader of the men and horses outside the castle saw the flash of white light, slowly raised the sword in his hand, and led the army to approach the castle lightly.

Several gryphons took Peter and others to the place where the signal was sent. After clearing out several guards, they landed safely nearby.

Reepicheep and two of his fellow rats sneaked into the castle through the drain. They were small in size and easily followed the chains and ropes in the castle to the control room. The patrolling soldiers did not notice anything unusual.

An orange cat took a nap under the window, but the three mice didn't take it seriously at all.

Rats are afraid of cats, but they are ordinary rats.

The three of them are knights in Narnia. Let alone a mere domestic cat, they are not afraid even if its owner comes.

After exchanging glances, they decided to deal with the cat first, otherwise it would be difficult to complete their mission when it woke up.

A rope fell from the tower, and Caspian, Peter, Susan, Aaron, and Trumpkin followed it and landed in front of a window.

"Where is this?"

"My teacher's room," Caspian said, then knocked lightly on the door, "Professor."

No one answered. Caspian seemed to realize something and immediately pried open the window and climbed in.

The room was in a mess, and all kinds of books had been turned over everywhere, as if they had been raided by robbers.

Caspian picked up the glasses from a book, his expression full of worry, "We have to find him."

"Time is limited, we should open the door." Aaron said anxiously, "And to put it bluntly, your teacher may not be still alive."

"No, the teacher is definitely still alive.

He is the most knowledgeable person in the Kingdom of Tanmore and the person who knows Narnia best. Before erasing Narnia, Miraz would not do anything to him and would definitely lock him up. "

"There's no time." Peter said speechlessly.

"You wouldn't be here without him, and neither would I."

Aaron patted his forehead and said, "Continue to act according to the original plan, except that Caspian and I acted separately.

He went to save people, and I opened the door. "

"Can you do it alone?" Trumpkin asked. "You don't know this castle. It will be very difficult without Caspian's help."

"How about changing it, I'll deal with Miraz, and Peter and Susan will open the door."

"That's more dangerous." Susan shook her head.

"I'll help you after I save him. It won't be a problem to open the door in time." Caspian promised.

Peter and Susan looked at each other and reluctantly agreed to the small adjustment in their plans.

Several people left the room and went in different directions. Caspian went to the prison, Trumpkin went to the control room, and Peter and Susan went to the king's chamber.

Aaron turned back after walking a few steps. He closed the door and looked down through the open window.

A huge and thick iron gate clearly came into view, and the turntable that controlled it was placed next to the city wall.

"As a mage, it's really...too easy for me to pass this dungeon." Aaron simply sighed, and then took out the wand from his sleeve that had not been used for several days.

"The Alajo hole opens."

The turntable quickly rotates counterclockwise, and the iron gate rises.

"Mission accomplished." Aaron stretched his waist, found a chair in the room, sat down leisurely, and waited for the signal to launch an attack.

At the same time, soldiers patrolling the control room found the cat under the window, but its mouth and limbs were tied up with strings.

The soldier immediately became alert and grabbed the hilt of his sword with his right hand.

Uh-huh!

The sound of a sword being unsheathed sounded behind him, and he turned around subconsciously.

Reepicheep hung upside down in mid-air with a rope wrapped around his tail, and met the soldier's surprised gaze, "Yes, I am a mouse."

As the words fell, the sword blade slashed across the soldier's throat, and he fell to the ground.

Reepicheep waved his hand, and the two mice immediately rushed to guard the door.

After taking care of him, one rat stepped on the back of the other, forming a simple rat ladder.

Reepicheep stood at the top, reached the key on the door, and opened the door.

Chuan Bojin rushed in and shot the last guard.

"I thought the person coming would be taller." Reepicheep's voice was a little helpless.

"I'm taller than you." Chuan Bujin said lightly. The dwarf is very short, but it still depends on who he is competing with.

"Is this sarcasm?"

Chuan Bujin ignored him, turned around and locked the door.