Reincarnated as a boss tyrant in the game

The atmosphere inside a hidden scout camp of the Northwest Second Army Corps was unusually tense.

Bloodtear Number Four, clad in black armor and wearing a mysterious mask, was frowning deeply. His sharp eyes seemed to pierce through the mask, revealing his inner agitation and unease.

The sound of horses' hooves outside the tent grew more and more frequent, pounding on Number Four's heart like war drums, making him increasingly irritable.

He clenched his fists and couldn't help but curse under his breath, "Why hasn't Number Three sent any news yet? Hasn't he found a suitable opportunity?"

Just as Number Four decided to risk going to find Number Three himself, a familiar and lazy voice suddenly sounded inside the tent: "Don't bother looking, I'm here."

Number Four turned around abruptly, but he only heard the voice and saw no one.

He looked around warily, trying to find the source of the voice, but besides the tent's fabric and a few simple pieces of military equipment, there was nothing else.

Hearing this, Number Four couldn't help but curl his lip, revealing a disdainful expression: "If I reach the Saint Rank, I can easily complete the mission too." But then again, he also knew that reaching the Saint Rank was not easy. It required talent, opportunity, and effort, all three of which were indispensable.

Both of them seemed to be trapped by reality, and they fell into silence at the same time.

After a while, Number Three took the lead in breaking the silence. He coughed lightly and said, "After failing to find an opportunity, I planned to scout the Imperial Army's deployment. Guess what I found?"

Number Four was currently upset and replied impatiently, "Put away your nasty personality. I'm not in the mood to chat with you right now."

"I discovered their secret operation upstream," Number Three continued, ignoring Number Four's emotions.

"They are building a dam upstream."

Number Three's voice faded away, but the information left behind made Number Four break out in a cold sweat.

He understood the importance of this information—if the Imperial Army was really building a dam upstream to store water, then once the dam was breached and the water released, their location would be the first to be impacted.

Number Four immediately stood up and rushed out, shouting the name of the messenger at the same time. He needed to convey this important information to Delius as soon as possible to prepare for it.

At this moment, his heart was filled with relief and fear: relieved that Number Three had discovered this secret in time and told him; and fearful of the consequences if he had learned of this news one step later.

Delius sat upright in the main tent, his face frozen.

The news brought by Number Four was like a huge rock, pressing heavily on his heart.

He stared in disbelief at the information in his hand, his whole body as if struck by lightning, unable to speak for a moment.

The surrounding air seemed to freeze, and the tent was filled with silence.

Duo Duolun stood aside, watching Delius's face, and his heart also sank.

He understood that this sudden news had completely broken their original plan.

Finally, Delius broke the silence, his voice trembling slightly: "No, we have no retreat. We can only attack by force."

Duo Duolun's face also became unsightly, but he knew that this was not the time to hesitate. He took a deep breath and said firmly, "Corps Commander, I will arrange it immediately."

Delius nodded, then turned to Tylen, his eyes flashing with gratitude: "Lord Tylen, thank you very much for bringing the news. But the current situation is extremely unfavorable to us. It is impossible for us to get rid of the entanglement of the Imperial cavalry. I wonder if you can assassinate their commander. As long as the enemy's command is disrupted, I am confident that I can bring half of the force back to Fulga City."

Tylen, also known as Number Four, shook his head: "It is impossible to assassinate the enemy commander. The current commander is the current Crown Prince of the Empire, and he is protected by two Rank Eight experts at all times. In addition, there are also Rank Eight experts from the Knights. Once in danger, there are at least six Rank Eight experts protecting him. The risk is too great, we cannot succeed."

The risk is too great, which also means that the difficulty is too high, and it is almost an impossible task.

Delius's face became even paler, and his heart was filled with guilt.

All of this was caused by his orders. It was he who brought the troops into such a dangerous situation.

"I will assist you in breaking through. At that time, I will hide in the breakout force and specifically target high-ranking enemy officers to buy you time."

After Tylen finished speaking, he took a deep look at Delius, then turned around and went back to prepare.

His figure gradually disappeared into the night, leaving only Delius and Duo Duolun in the tent, speechless to each other. Tylen Bragg, this name may not be well-known in the Empire, but his identity is extremely special.

He is the younger brother of Prince Corin. Twenty years ago, he encountered a shipwreck while exploring overseas and eventually ended up on an island nation.

There, he was rescued by a large family, and with their help, he successfully broke through to Rank Eight and learned a set of assassination skills.

After returning to the Empire, with the support of that island nation, he prepared to help Prince Corin and assist his brother in avenging the Holy Bragg III.

Unfortunately, Tylen didn't know the true plans between that island nation and Number Three. They only wanted to drag down the Empire with the Northwestern provinces, and they thought they were only supporting Prince Corin to seize the throne so that they could send troops to support the island nation when their family seized power in the island nation in the future.

For Tylen, he only had one mission, which was to pave the way for Prince Corin.

Unfortunately, the Northwest Army was too disappointing. They lost all their great advantages in a short period of time, and now they can only retreat to Fulga City.

Tylen had already contacted the organization behind him, and they would send another batch of supplies and a batch of assassins, and were willing to help Prince Corin train a batch of assassins.

Only Tylen knew how strong these assassins were. They had never failed to assassinate targets of the same rank. Of course, Soren's case was an accident.

"It's that Soren again!" Tylen's face was gloomy. As he walked out of the tent, the Bloodtear Mask that had been removed reappeared on his face.

"But this time, you won't be so lucky."

As Tylen walked, he disappeared into the camp.