Chapter 433 Different Signals, Night Attack Plan Begins

"We'll move at night. Let the griffin take me to a high tower first." Edmund said, then took out a flashlight from his bag and pressed the switch a few times in front of everyone.

"This flashing light will be very obvious in the night, I will use it to send signals."

"Edmund will send two signals tonight." Peter raised two fingers, "When the first signal flashes, our army will kill the guards outside the castle and clear the obstacles to the way forward.

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 will act separately, and the rats will not be easily discovered. We will be responsible for lowering the drawbridge..."

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

"After sneaking in, try to eliminate as many guards as possible, and someone will help you then."

"Understood, Your Majesty."

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

The number of people that the griffin can send over is limited. We will try our best to help you deal with the patrolling guards, but you have to hurry."

Aaron and Caspian looked at each other and nodded slowly.

"Susan and I will deal with Miraz. If we take care of the king, they will be leaderless.

When we complete our respective tasks, Edmund will stop sending signals, but after completing our respective tasks, I will notify Edmund to send a second signal.

Once the army outside the castle sees the second signal, they will start the formal attack."

The centaur leader nodded seriously, "Yes, Your Majesty."

"That's the plan. Now go down and prepare well and wait for the night to come."

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

"You say." Peter said calmly. He didn't think his plan had any flaws.

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

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

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

"The flashlight is definitely fine. I bought all the batteries." Edmund affirmed.

"Secondly, we need a signal to retreat." Aaron continued, "I'm not ruining the fun! What if something unexpected happens to the plan..."

"If the second signal is not sent before dawn, the operation will be canceled." 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 earnestly, "You should know what force majeure is? After all, the castle is heavily guarded, and any accidents can happen.

And your plan is closely linked, and there can't be any mistakes."

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

"Before thinking about victory, think about defeat first.

To save your life, no, being prudent is my code of conduct.

And it's about life and property, so don't be careless.

I suggest that we make a retreat plan before the official operation, so that even if the operation fails, we won't lose too much."

Hearing this, everyone looked at each other.

This sounds like it has the intention of disturbing the morale of the army, but if you think about it carefully, it seems to be nothing wrong.

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

"Let the griffins stand by at high altitude and respond flexibly, just in case.

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

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

"Lend me your gun." Peter said with a smile, "If everything goes well, Edmund's flashlight will be enough, but if the situation really gets complicated, we probably won't have time to look at his signal.

Hot weapons have not been invented in Narnia, and there is no more appropriate signal than gunshots.

Three gunshots means retreat."

Hearing this, Aaron's mouth twitched violently.

Good guy, really good guy, he has set his sights on 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, don't worry so much."

Aaron pretended to be hesitant, 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 it first?" Reepicheep suggested, "We haven't heard... gunshots."

"I'll only demonstrate it once." Peter looked solemnly at the representatives of various races around him, then pointed the gun at the sky and pulled the trigger.

Bang!

The dull sound instantly rang in everyone's ears.

The birds in the forest were startled, and countless animals shuddered suddenly. They felt a fatal threat from the sound.

"Great, there are only four bullets left now." Aaron sighed in a pretentious manner.

"Don't worry about the details." Peter patted his shoulder, and then turned to the crowd, "Remember this sound, no matter how far our plan goes tonight, as long as you hear three gunshots, retreat immediately."

......

The plan officially started at midnight. At this time, most people were sleeping and had no vigilance.

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

A guarded soldier below heard the sound of tiles colliding and raised his head in surprise.

The griffin had folded its wings, and Edmund was also clinging to the tiles without revealing any flaws.

Just when the soldier thought he had heard it wrong, two sharp claws pinched his shoulders, and he lost consciousness without making any sound.

Edmund jumped down from the top of the tower, picked up the flashlight and sent a signal.

The leader of the troops outside the castle saw the flashing white light, slowly raised the long sword in his hand, and led the army to approach the castle quietly.

Several griffins flew to the place where the signal was sent with Peter and others, cleared several guards, and landed steadily nearby.

Reepicheep and his two mice sneaked into the castle from the drain. They were very small and easily came to the control room along the chains and ropes in the castle. The patrolling soldiers did not find anything unusual.

A ginger cat was napping under the window, but the three mice didn't take it seriously at all.

Mice are afraid of cats, but they are ordinary mice.

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

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

A rope fell from the tower, and Caspian, Peter, Susan, Aaron, and Trimblekin fell in front of a window one after another along it.

"Where is this?"

"My teacher's room." Caspian said, and then knocked on the door gently, "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 were turned everywhere, as if they had been swept by robbers.

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

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

"No, the teacher is definitely still alive.

He is the most knowledgeable person in the Kingdom of Tanmore and the one who knows Narnia best. Before erasing Narnia, Miraz will not do anything to him, and he must have locked him up."

"No time." Peter said speechlessly.

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

Aaron patted his forehead, "Continue with the original plan, but Caspian and I will act separately.

He goes to rescue people, and I go to open the door."

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

"Then how about switching, 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 rescue him, and 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 the plan.

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

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

A huge and heavy iron gate came into view clearly, 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 copy." Aaron sighed simply, and then pulled out the magic wand that he hadn't used for several days from his sleeve.

"Alaho Open."

The turntable turned counterclockwise quickly, and the iron gate rose.

"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, the soldier patrolling in the control room found the cat under the window, but its mouth and limbs were tied up with thin ropes.

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

Swish!

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

Reepicheep, hanging upside down in the air with a rope tied to his tail, met the soldier's surprised eyes and said, "Yes, I am a mouse."

As the words fell, the blade of the sword cut through the soldier's throat, and he fell to the ground.

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

After dealing with him, one mouse stepped on the back of another to form a simple mouse ladder.

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

Trimble 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." Trimble said lightly. The dwarf was very short, but it also depends on who he was compared with.

"Is this irony?"

Trimble ignored him and turned around to lock the door.