Come to another world and become a lord

Chapter 115: Facing Morton

The next morning, Carl received a letter from Aisha, saying that Morton's troops had left Candlelight Castle and were heading for their own position. The letter detailed the composition and personnel configuration of the enemy's troops.

After reading it, Carl slammed the parchment shut and shouted:

"The other side still has 600 people?"

Among them were more than 60 knights. He had just been defeated in the battle of Greyburg not long ago, and he had just been seriously injured. In addition, he had raided four baronies of the other side in succession. But Morton was still able to mobilize so many people in such a short time, and this was even when the east-west road was cut off and the Bertie family could no longer provide support. Was it true that a centipede was still alive even after death?

Or maybe the Earl didn't stake all his fortune when he attacked Greyburg. If that was true, it saved his life, giving him a chance to turn the tables.

More than 300 people against more than 600 people. Although he was still at a disadvantage in numbers, at least this number was more powerful in his opinion. And this confidence was not groundless. First of all, he was the hero who successfully made the Great Khan retreat. Secondly, he had never lost in the previous confrontations with Morton, and each time he won with fewer troops and made an extreme comeback.

With these examples before our eyes, the most direct impact is on the morale of the soldiers. After winning consecutive victories, his troops are now in high spirits. Everyone knows that Morton has the advantage in numbers, but no one thinks Morton can win.

The reason why the surrendered Baldo, Edgar, and Paine all surrendered so quickly and were even willing to join him in fighting against their former master after surrendering was largely because they did not think highly of Morton.

When everyone is pessimistic about a person and thinks he will lose, then he will most likely lose, because betrayal, escape, passive sabotage, and all the negative problems will come one after another until he is completely crushed.

Morton was in such a dilemma. When he heard that Karl had taken four of his castles, he was so angry that he almost fainted. When he asked the ministers around him, everyone was hesitant, and some even directly proposed compensation and ceding land.

Morton was so angry that he started to curse:

“Bullshit! What kind of stupid idea are you thinking of? You might as well kill me instead of asking Karl to make peace with you!”

He then began to gather troops and wrote to the current head of the Bertie family: Baron March Bertie, asking him to take troops to attack Freiburg to distract Karl and force him to divide his troops. If conditions permit, he can even take Freiburg directly and restore the transportation route between the two places.

After gathering a force that was about twice that of Carl, he did not dare to delay for a moment and attacked quickly, determined to resolve everything before Carl captured any more castles.

On the fourth day after taking over Redriff Castle, Carl finally waited for Morton's main force to arrive.

It was a quiet morning. When the mist had not yet completely dissipated, Morton's troops had already appeared on the horizon. When the guard reported, Carl was yawning and walked out of the tent slowly. Then he saw Morton's troops lined up hundreds of meters away, ready to go.

Appearing in the morning, it seems that this guy must have traveled overnight! Karl was thinking about it when he heard the guard next to him ask:

"Sir, what should we do now?"

What should I do? Of course, I should take advantage of his fatigue and fight him. Thinking of this, he shouted:

"Order the entire army to march out of the camp and form a battle line!"

Then he seemed to think of something else and changed his words:

"Wait, don't be in a hurry, let all the knights gather here!"

Morton had led the exhausted 600-odd soldiers to Karl's camp. After a night of traveling, the soldiers were obviously tired. In addition, their opponent was Karl. It was not the first time they had fought against him, and they had never won. Now this name had become a haze in their hearts. It seemed that as long as they fought, they would lose. Morton sat on his horse, his eyes bloodshot and his face full of impatience.

Then he saw the gate of the camp was opened, and Carl led dozens of cavalrymen out one after another, including Alia and her Fire Rose Guards, who ran towards him after leaving the camp.

"Everyone, prepare for battle!" Morton shouted.

The soldiers immediately braced themselves and took a defensive stance, but then they saw Carl's troops suddenly stop, standing just beyond the archers' maximum range, no longer taking any action but just staring at Morton's troops.

"What are they trying to do?" Morton was confused for a moment. He really couldn't figure out what Carl's plan was. The two sides just confronted each other.

As time passed, the sun in the sky became increasingly scorching. Under the merciless rays, sweat broke out on the soldiers' faces. Coupled with the fatigue from a sleepless night, some people could no longer hold on.

"Lord Morton, we can't go on like this. Our people need to rest." One of the old knights stepped forward and reported.

Morton first looked at Carl's troops, then glanced at the soldiers behind him who were already staggering. He snorted disdainfully, then ordered: "Everyone, rest where you are."

After hearing the order, everyone sat down as if they were saved, took off their helmets and used them as fans, and some even lay directly on the ground.

At this moment, Carl's troops suddenly moved. After rushing forward a few steps, all the knights drew their bows and released arrows. In an instant, arrows rained down.

"Damn it, get up!" Morton's side immediately became chaotic. The soldiers in the front row stood up one after another and raised their shields for defense, but many of those who were lying down were unable to react in a moment and were hit by arrows one after another, screaming in agony.

"Damn it! Archers, shoot!" Morton ordered while cursing.

However, the moment the archers in the back row raised their bows, Carl quickly withdrew from the shooting range.

"Damn it!" Morton couldn't sit still anymore. He cursed angrily, "He wants to exhaust us to death!"

"Lord Morton, we are exhausted from the journey. I'm afraid we can't go on like this. Why don't we evacuate first..."

The old knight stepped forward again and spoke, but before he could finish his words, he heard Morton shouting:

"All troops advance, capture the enemy's camp!"

"What?" The old knight widened his eyes and looked at Morton in confusion.

Then, with shouts, their troops began to charge towards the wooden gate of the barracks.