To his enemies, he calmly ordered:

"Everyone, follow me and sound the alarm immediately."

The young knights knew very well that it was impossible to stop the British attack with just a dozen of them. Their only mission was to let the knights know about the raid at the port as soon as possible.

"But Captain!" One of the knights glanced at the red-shirted soldiers charging with bayonets, gritted his teeth and said:

"The latest alarm bell is still at the dock. We may not be able to catch up, or we should retreat first and spread out to various fortresses to deliver the news."

The big brass clock closest to the knights is set on the pier of Valletta Port, right in the middle between the knights and the red shirts.

Every knight understands that if they choose to go to the dock for warning, it means that they will have no possibility of retreat and will be completely submerged in the bayonets of the red shirts.

Whether to retreat backwards and seek to survive, or to fight forward to spread the news of the attack to the entire knights, there was no time left for everyone to consider the decision between life and death.

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The young knight turned his head and glanced at his subordinates, his clear eyes showing no trace of confusion.

He knew that even if his group chose to retreat, they would not be blamed by anyone, because no normal person would expect a dozen of them to convey the enemy's information while surrounded by more than a thousand attacking red shirts.

But he also knew that in such foggy weather, the soldiers on the watchtower would never be able to notice the situation at the port in the first place.

In other words, whether the knights can learn about the raid on the dock as quickly as possible depends on the dozen knights present.

Thinking of this, he growled and pulled out his long sword. Amidst a faint audible sword cry, he raised his sword and pointed it at the charging red-shirted army, and shouted loudly:

"We must not retreat here! Passing the enemy's information to the Knights is our ultimate mission, everyone! Follow me!"

After shouting, the young knight took the lead and rushed out of the station house, holding his sword and galloping against the wind and rain towards the oncoming red-shirted army.

The other knights were not surprised or hesitated, even the knight who suggested retreating just now.

After receiving the order, they unsheathed their swords in unison, looked at each other, and expressed their perseverance and determination to their companions with their eyes. Then they immediately followed the captain's footsteps and started running towards the enemy's charge.

The British obviously knew that they could not allow the knights to react to this surprise attack as quickly as possible, so they specially sent a company of troops to the big bell to try to stop the knights' attempt.

On one side were more than a hundred of Great Britain's feared Red Shirts waiting with bayonets in hand, and on the other were a dozen knights of the Knights Hospitallers holding swords and running into the wind and rain.
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