Come to another world and become a lord

Chapter 121: Rest after the Battle

In the central army's tent, when Patrick's head was sent to Carl, he still felt a little uncomfortable. Although he had been in this world for so long and was used to seeing killings, for a modern man, giving a head as a gift was still too heavy. Especially since the head was still warm, and sticky blood was constantly oozing from the neck, staining his table blood red.

It seems that Alia often takes the heads of enemy generals, but she will never take the lead in showing off. Perhaps it is the unique delicacy of girls that can see that she is uncomfortable with such things.

Of course, the reason why he felt so uncomfortable was not just because the scene was too disgusting, but because of the behavior of this group of people. Half of the knights who came to surrender were vassals of Patrick. Their own commander was killed and their heads were used as tokens of surrender, but this group of people could still be so at ease, and no one even complained.

And Victor, it's fine if he wants to surrender, but is it necessary to kill his colleagues? Or would he dare to use someone who can turn around and stab his friends for the sake of profit?

Although he thought so, he still showed a happy look:

"Yes, I have heard of Baron Victor's name for a long time. Now that the Baron has come to meet me, it is like God's help!"

"Compared to you, sir, it's nothing. Your Excellency's military genius is rare in the world. I am also convinced of my defeat." Victor knelt there and flattered him.

"Just good luck~" Carl replied, "I heard that the Baron once offered advice to Morton, but it was not adopted. If he had been willing to listen to the Baron, he would not have failed."

Hearing Carl say this, Victor's face instantly showed a little regret:

"Morton is a stubborn and self-righteous man. He is not a qualified lord at all."

"Don't worry, I'm not Morton, and I know the Baron's talents very well."

"Thank you for the compliment, sir."

After that, the two exchanged a few more pleasantries before Victor left. Not long after he left, Carl saw Alia walk in.

"Do you accept his surrender?" the girl asked.

"Yes," Carl replied.

"This kind of person who sells out his friends for personal gain..." Alia's tone was full of contempt.

Hearing Alia's words, Carl just sighed helplessly:

"If he doesn't accept it, he will return to his own territory and defend the city, which will only cause more trouble."

"If we kill him, there won't be any trouble." Ailia said. Of course, this was just a word spoken in anger. If someone surrenders voluntarily, it would be a loss of character and reputation to kill him. To be honest, it's not worth it.

Carl just smiled:

"Don't pay attention to this kind of people, let's talk about business."

"Selena has compiled the casualties," Alia said, a look of solemnity flashing across her face. "More than 70 people were killed..."

"You mean killed in action..."

Seeing Alia nod, Carl frowned. It was not casualties, but deaths! With a 20% mortality rate, it was a miracle that the entire army could continue to fight without collapse. Perhaps this was also due to the effect of the back water.

"The group that suffered the most casualties was the refugee group," Alia continued.

“That’s to be expected.”

These people have done their best, although it was a last resort. However, the pensions for the families of the fallen should not be reduced. The remaining survivors should be formally incorporated into the team, and their salaries should not be low.

"Then let's talk about the enemy." Alia continued to report, "We captured nearly 400 people, killed or wounded about 100 people, and the remaining number of people who escaped was less than ."

After hearing this report, Carl breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that Morton's troops were really defeated and annihilated. The threat from Morgan Territory was truly lifted from this moment on. After so many battles, he finally survived every time. From now on, he became the advantaged party. From now on, he no longer had to worry and gamble his life... Next, as long as he captured all of Morton's direct territories, including Fengzhu Castle, he would win a complete victory.

Then he heard Arya say:

"It's a pity that Morton escaped at the last minute. Sorry, it was my negligence..."

"Why should you apologize? You did it perfectly. No one could have done better than you. You even saved my life."

"But if Morton had been killed at that time..."

Alia wanted to continue speaking, but she saw Carl shaking his hand:

"No, it's better not to kill him."

"Better?" Alia looked puzzled.

"Right," Carl said. "Remember what our excuse was?"

"The Northern Court?" Arya replied.

"Yes. In name, this was the Tribunal's attempt to arrest Morton personally. He resisted violently, so we had to mobilize the military," Carl replied.

"So only if Morton doesn't die, we have an excuse to continue our advance." Alia shouted.

Carl nodded. Of course, even if Morton died, they could still march forward, but the excuse would become far-fetched. Of course, it was an excuse. It didn't really matter whether it was reasonable or not. As long as it looked acceptable, the key factor was still stronger than a fist.

After that, they would attack Fengzhu Castle, but before that, there was one thing they had to do. After such a hard battle and a comeback, the whole army was now immersed in the joy of victory. They needed to revel, indulge, and rest.

"Take a rest for two days. It's not easy for everyone. I heard they are planning to have a carnival tonight."

"This is what they deserve." Alia smiled aside.

Yes, this is what they deserve. The essence of so-called rights is to make a group of people feel that following you will give them something to eat and that they are willing to help you rise. To achieve this, you must reward those who have made contributions and punish those who have made mistakes. Only in this way will others be willing to serve you... Karl thought aimlessly. After his nerves relaxed, he felt extremely tired.

"But we still need to make a plan for the next step..."

Alia continued to speak, and then she felt Carl's head suddenly leaning on her shoulder. When she looked down, she found that he had fallen asleep. The girl didn't say anything, but just sat quietly and leaned her head over.

I don't know how long it took, but when Selena walked into the tent with a new report, she was stunned. She saw Carl and Alia leaning against each other, already fast asleep. After a moment of daze, the girl left the tent and closed the curtain.