Come to another world and become a lord

Chapter 218 Aaron's Request for Peace

Just as Carl expected, with the fall of Casabelos, the madness gradually disappeared from the camps of both sides. The madness that filled the Lord's army also faded, and the soldiers' vision gradually became clear. And what followed was the low morale of the soldiers.

Afterwards, Karl led his troops to launch an offensive quickly, and the two sides fought another battle on the plain. The result was no surprise. Siloed's troops were a traditional military system with knights as the core, and they had no power to fight back in front of Karl's advanced firearms troops.

The infantry phalanx of Siloed was mainly composed of conscripted peasants, who lacked combat experience and weapons and equipment. On the plain, hundreds of peasants stood in a chaotic formation, holding their spears and daggers tightly, nervously watching the Karl camp in the distance. Before they could react, a low roar came from the sky, artillery fire tore through the air, and shells exploded in the middle of the formation. The roar was mixed with screams of pain and fear, the fire burned the fields, and the air was filled with the smell of burning and gunpowder. The bombardment of artillery fire completely destroyed the morale of the infantry, and the soldiers fled like a tide.

However, as a man with the title of White Knight, Sirod did not retreat even though he saw the infantry had been defeated. He even decided to fight to the death. He turned around and called the knights around him, holding the reins tightly, and shouted:

"Today's battle is the glory of our knights. For glory, follow me and charge!"

Then a spectacular scene took place. With thunderous roars, hundreds of knights, all wearing silver armor and riding white horses, launched a final charge towards Carl's position with a determination to die. From a distance, it looked like a silver torrent, full of oppression. With this momentum alone, it was estimated that most of the army in the kingdom could be defeated.

However, what greeted them was a musket array led by Karl himself. The archers lined up neatly in three rows, facing the knights' charge without fear, with their muskets flashing coldly. At Karl's command, the muskets fired volleys, and dense bullets rained down on the knights in the first row. The bullets penetrated the chests of these nobles, and the heavy plate armor was as fragile as paper. They fell down in unison with their horses.

Siloed hurriedly pulled the reins and stared blankly at the front row of knights falling down. Before he could recover from the shock, the second row of musketeers opened fire. The knights were beaten to pieces by the continuous rain of iron. The charging formation gradually disintegrated and the morale collapsed.

In the end, all this made him feel desperate. In just a few seconds, the charge was intercepted by firepower, and the chivalry that he was proud of in the past was completely shattered in this hell of iron and fire. He had seen the power of muskets before, but he didn't expect that he wouldn't even have the chance to rush in front of them.

Finally, he let out a roar, turned his horse's head, and fled in panic with the remaining soldiers amid the sound of gunfire from the second row, leaving behind a ground full of armor debris and broken spears.

At this point, Sirode was completely defeated.

After that, Carl launched a counterattack on the North Fortress. It took only two days to successfully recapture the fortress. This was the gateway to Morgan Territory. The strong walls and the steep terrain made it vulnerable to artillery fire. Two days of continuous bombardment almost turned the walls into ruins. The soldiers who held on quickly gave up resistance. These people were just farmers recruited by the lord and had no fighting spirit.

After successfully entering the city, Rhodes looked at the fallen city gate and the damaged city wall with great pain.

"Is it necessary to blow it up like this?"

But Karl just smiled and said, of course it was necessary. These old city walls had completely lost their value in the face of artillery. So what was the use of them?

"After this is over, I'll build you a new one, one that can withstand artillery fire."

As soon as these words were spoken, Rhodes's expression quickly turned from sadness to joy.

Of course, in the current situation, it is not enough to just take back the lost territory. After a short rest, Carl decided to launch an attack on the territory of Xiluod. With the defeat of Xiluod's main force, the road ahead was clear. This was the last battle to recover the northern border. To this end, he divided the army into three routes, with Campbell launching an offensive from the north, Altai's rangers advancing from the south, and Carl leading the main musket and artillery troops to the White Horse City, the main city of Xiluod. The three routes supported each other and advanced rapidly, gradually forming a siege on the White Horse City.

Under such oppression, Siloed had no other options. He gathered all the remaining troops in the main city, personally commanded the defense deployment, and placed all his hopes on the heavy defense of the city walls. At the same time, he sent a letter for help to the Western Territory. Prime Minister Aaron was now his only hope. Even though the latter had suffered some losses in this war, that was the entire Western Territory. He still believed that as long as Aaron was willing, he could still squeeze out some soldiers to rescue.

However, almost at the same time that Xiluode's letter was sent, Carl received a letter from Aaron.

At that time, Karl was sitting in the military tent, staring at the tactical deployment on the map, thinking about the next step of the advancement plan. Suddenly, a guard hurried into the tent and handed over a letter with the prime minister's seal. Karl took the envelope, and his fingertips slightly felt the heavy gold-plated pattern. He smiled lightly, and he had a premonition in his heart.

He opened the letter, glanced at the words on the letter, and then the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a meaningful smile. Aaron's letter did not directly propose peace talks, but the tone of the letter revealed some intentions to show good will. He was willing to come in person and meet in Carl's camp to discuss the "future direction of the North".

"The future direction of the North?" Carl whispered softly, with a hint of coldness in his eyes. He had the nerve to talk about this after appointing Casabelos to deal with him!

The future? In his opinion, the only future is that Aaron will be put under juvenile detention and Xiluode will be executed!

Just as he was about to crumple the letter and throw it away, he saw Alia walk in. After seeing the envelope on the table, the girl asked:

"Is it Aaron's letter?"

"He wants to negotiate now." Carl said coldly.

"He wants to negotiate." Karl said coldly, with disdain written all over his face.

Alia looked at Karl's expression and suddenly made an unexpected suggestion:

"Maybe we should talk to him."

Karl frowned slightly and asked back in an unhappy tone:

"We're almost winning, is this necessary?"

"But he is the Prime Minister after all." Arya's expression seemed a little solemn, and her eyes were sharp. "This time Aaron's intervention in the North was definitely not his own action. Without the tacit consent of His Majesty, how dare he exert influence so ostentatiously? Moreover, those knights who were infected with madness... I suspect that they are His Majesty's direct troops."

"He is using madness against us, and not just us. When he was fighting Ford, he also used this thing to stir up a dispute between the King's Army and the Church. If His Majesty knew all this..."

"The premise is that Your Majesty is willing to believe it." Alia said calmly, "Now that the wizard is dead, the source of the madness has been cut off, and all the evidence has disappeared, it is difficult for anyone to prove that all this is related to Aaron."

"The key to this matter is not the truth, but who your majesty trusts more - us or Aaron. And." She paused, a trace of calm contemplation in her eyes, "More importantly, we won this war, and won it cleanly and decisively."

Carl fell into deep thought after hearing this, and he suddenly realized one thing. Regarding these affairs in the North, the truth is actually not important, and it has nothing to do with who His Majesty wants to believe. Now that he has won the war and Aaron has lost, it is obvious who the king will side with next.

As long as conditions permit, Philip will try his best to balance the forces of all parties to ensure that no one side can become bigger and stronger. This is the key.

Just as I was thinking about it, I heard Alia say again:

"We shouldn't have a complete falling out with Aaron, at least not on the surface."

Carl took a deep breath and examined Alia's suggestion. Finally, he nodded: "Okay, I'll talk to him."