Come to another world and become a lord

Chapter 161: Breaking the City in One Night

In the tent, Yasha was sitting in the tent reading the military report. According to the scout's report, Carl did not attack after returning, but rested for several days in Rickburg before setting off. Then his troops hid in the forest, and even the scouts did not know where they went. However, there were only two routes to choose. One was to go east along the river to support Fengzhu Fort. If so, she had already built a solid defense line here. Or she could go south to recapture Wilsenberg and Eltonburg. As for those two cities, she also sent more people and mobilized all the cavalry nearby. If any city was in danger, they could provide reinforcements at any time.

Everything was foolproof. Although Karl's nomadic cavalry was powerful, they were never good at attacking cities. But in the final analysis, their numbers were limited. They might be invincible on the plains, but attacking a city meant exchanging people, and they couldn't afford the consumption.

Just as she was thinking about it, she saw the curtain being lifted, and the person who came in almost made her scream. It was a 3-meter-tall monster, with muscles all over his body, cold eyes, and scars that had not fully healed on his body and face. His right hand was replaced with a huge iron hand.

Yasha was so frightened that she managed to hold back a cry. Then she realized who the person in front of her was: Count Campbell Dao!

Following him in was a graceful young man in white clothes, whose appearance was comparable to that of a young girl, forming a sharp contrast with the monster. Yasha naturally knew who he was, Campbell's adviser and good friend - Baron Fland.

After a brief greeting with Yasha, this duo of beauty and the beast found a stool near the strategic map and sat down.

Flanders was the first to speak:

"Lord Yasha, do you know that Karl has already set out with his troops?"

"I know." Yasha replied.

"In that case, why didn't Lord Yasha take any action, but just asked all places to strengthen their defenses?"

"What else?" Yasha replied.

"Shouldn't we do something instead of waiting for the other party to attack?" Fland said again.

"Do you mean to have a decisive battle with Karl on the ground?" Yasha said sarcastically, "You and I should know how powerful the nomadic cavalry is, but they are not good at attacking cities. We just need to guard the important checkpoints and prevent them from approaching Fengzhu Castle. No matter how powerful the cavalry is, it will be in vain."

"Hmm~" Farand nodded, and then said, "I doubt it."

"Are you questioning my strategy?"

"Yes." Farand replied, "You have spread your forces too thin, and I doubt whether these so-called city defenses can really stop Karl."

"So do you mean to give up defense and take the initiative to fight with Carl?" Yasha asked back.

"That's one way," Farand replied leisurely. "Concentrate our superior forces and defeat him in one fell swoop. But that's only a last resort."

"What's the best strategy?" Yasha asked again.

"Retreat now," Farand replied.

"What?" Yasha widened her eyes and looked at him in disbelief.

But Flanders continued:

"Withdraw the troops now, and report to the king that Karl has surrendered to the Great Khan and has led the nomadic cavalry south, preparing to annex the kingdom. Request the king for reinforcements..."

"Ridiculous!" Yasha interrupted the other party.

“This is the best way,” Farand said.

"The North can handle the North's affairs by itself, and there is no need to trouble the king." Yasha naturally understood Farand's method, but in this way, the form of the war will change, and Lady Mia will no longer be the leader of this war. Once the king gets involved, the division of land in the future... It should be said that it is completely impossible to divide the land. For the balance of the North, King Philip will definitely return the sovereignty of Morgan Territory to Tilda Morgan. He will even ask them to return the land they had previously occupied. This is unacceptable, so no matter how good Farand's method is, it is impossible to do so.

"Whatever~" Farand waved his hand.

As the two were leaving, Campbell asked the boy in a low voice:

"You didn't tell him what happened to me. Why?"

"What's the point of saying it? She still won't change her strategy." Farand sighed helplessly.

"What's the next plan?" Campbell asked again.

"And then prepare to... escape?" Farand asked uncertainly.

But Campbell actually nodded.

Wilsenberg was shrouded in the night. It was a starless night, the sky was overcast, and occasionally a few bird calls broke the incomparable silence. The towering walls of Wilsenberg looked even more stern in the darkness, and the guards patrolled on the walls, watching the surroundings vigilantly.

At this time, two men in black quietly crept under the city wall. They moved stealthily and silently. They found a low-lying pit in one of the corners, dug it up with a shovel, stuffed a bag of explosives into it, and lit the fuse.

A few seconds later, a deafening explosion broke the silence of the night. People were awakened from their dreams, only to see the walls of Wilsenburg collapse in the huge explosion, bricks and stones flying, and dust filling the air. The guards shouted in fear, completely unaware of what was happening.

At this moment, shouts of killing were heard in the distance. Carl raised his sword high and led his cavalry to rush towards the gap that was blown open. They rushed into the castle like a black torrent. In the flash of swords and shadows, the guards who came fell one after another. The rest fled in all directions like frightened birds.

There was no long siege or confrontation. Wilsenburg fell in just one night, so fast that even the locals didn't have time to react.

When Edgar was caught, he was still in his pajamas, panting and pale. After seeing Carl, his eyes were filled with fear and despair.

Finally, he raised his hands tremblingly and knelt down:

"I am guilty~"

"Edgar~" Carl looked at the middle-aged man coldly, with a hint of sympathy in his eyes. Then he threw the sword to him and said, "In the battle of Sauron River, you risked your life to protect me. I don't want things to become too ugly. You can solve it yourself~"

Edgar took the sword from the ground with trembling hands, and then looked at Carl with tears and snot:

"I am guilty, and I deserve death. But sir, my children and my wife..."

However, before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by Karl:

"Edgar, don't push your luck!"

Then he saw the nomadic knights coming up and surrounding him. In desperation, he could only put the sword to his neck, gritted his teeth, and exerted force with his hands. A stream of bright red blood splashed on the wall...

A few hours later, Karl also received the report from the messenger crow. Almost at the same time, Altai led another cavalry team to capture Elton Castle using the same method.

Two cities were taken in one night, and the speed was so fast that no one could react, even the cavalry mobile force specially arranged by Yasha nearby was still in the dark. This group of people did not realize that the rhythm of the war had changed.

In the early morning, he had already arrived at Freiburg with some of his men. The 60-year-old Baldo hurried out of the city to greet him, without even having time to change his clothes. When he saw Carl, he knelt on the ground, crying:

"You are finally here, sir! I have been waiting for you for a long time!"

Looking at the old man's expression, Carl couldn't help but want to laugh. He knew exactly what was in this guy's mind, and his ability to protect himself was unparalleled. Of course, as I said before, he had no choice at the time. It was rare for him to stand firm and not betray. As for the rest, he didn't expect anything else.

Thinking of this, he quickly got off the horse and helped him up:

"Thank you for your hard work, Lord Baron. Thanks to your perseverance, I have the opportunity to punish the traitor."

"This is all my duty~" Bardo replied respectfully again.

Karl didn't say anything more, but nodded at him. He looked up to the east, which was the direction of the Yasha garrison. Now that the three cities had been captured, her main supply line and even the nearest road back to the territory had been cut off. So how should she react next? Fight or retreat?