Come to another world and become a lord

A week later, Carl's energy disappeared without a trace. Carl now lay on the bed with a look of despair on his face. In front of him was Alia's report. It was said that Morton had assembled 800 soldiers and more than 150 knights.

"There are almost a thousand people in total?" Carl almost shouted out.

"These are only the troops currently assembled in Candlelight Keep. According to Elsa's report, almost all the barons in the entire Morgan Territory have responded. Some have chosen to assemble in the castle, while others have chosen to set off directly. A conservative estimate is that the total number is at least between 1300 and 1500." Alia said on the side.

"How can he have so many troops~" I didn't see him support many people when fighting against the Great Khan~ Carl complained in his heart.

On the other hand, although Selena had gathered the militias from several surrounding villages to the castle in the past few days, there were only about 60 infantrymen in total, including 20 archers, 30 spearmen, and 10 sword and shield soldiers. Adding the remaining 10 knights of Greyburg and the Fire Rose Guard, the total number was less than .

He suddenly remembered the most familiar passage in Sun Tzu's Art of War: If there are ten of you, surround them; if there are five of you, attack them; if there are twice as many of you, fight them. The troops that Morton had assembled were already more than ten times his own. With such a force advantage, the enemy might even directly attack the castle. Given Greyburg's defensive capabilities, it was really worrying whether it could hold on.

"Ah~ Life is so short~" He lay down on the bed with a big smile.

"So where did your initial enthusiasm go?"

"That was just a pretense to prevent Selena and her knights from getting discouraged. How could you take it seriously? I didn't expect that he was still a virgin before he died~"

"I say you……"

"At least God should give me two beauties, so that I can die without regrets~"

"Pa~" A slap hit Carl's face hard. Alia's strength was so great that he saw stars. When he came to his senses, the girl had left the room, leaving Carl alone there in a daze, muttering to himself innocently:

"Why did you hit me?"

When the alert horn of Greyburg sounded, Alia and Selena happened to be standing on the city wall. Then they saw two troops approaching Greyburg from the east and west respectively.

Alia recognized the leader of one of the teams. He was Baron Aeron, whom she had fought before in Porter Village. The other one looked a little unfamiliar, but judging by his appearance, she guessed that he should be...

"If I'm not mistaken, that person is Snow~"

Carl's voice suddenly rang out. He had put on his armor and came to the two girls. He looked completely different from the completely miserable him in the room before. Now he was full of energy and vitality, except for the red slap mark on his face which was still somewhat obvious.

Judging from the number of troops, there are at least more than 300 people. Carl carefully counted the knights following the baron and found that there were 34 of them in total. They were all equipped with heavy armor and their horses were all extremely strong.

"I remember he was just a baron, how could he have pulled out so many people?"

"Snow is considered the great lord of the southern part of Morgan Territory. In the past two years, he has been annexing the lands of other nobles in the surrounding areas and has never stopped. The Morgan family has also adopted a laissez-faire attitude towards this." Alia explained on the side.

"Wait, are you saying that Morton allowed his vassal to annex his own vassal?" Carl found it a little unbelievable.

"Is this strange? There is no peace between the three dukes in the kingdom. As long as you can make sense of the legal succession and don't go too far in some things, the lord may not be able to control it under normal circumstances. Of course, the reason why he was allowed to become powerful was that the earl had received enough benefits, so he let it go." Alia continued.

"I see~" Carl was relieved. However, thinking carefully, this is not surprising. The situation here is more like the European Middle Ages. It is called a kingdom, but in the end it is still a group of independent vassals. Everyone has a city and soldiers, and enjoys absolute rights in their own territory. The friction between them is also normal, just like in the Middle Ages. Two small castles with dozens of people can fight each other bloody. Well, thinking carefully, I seem to be that small castle with dozens of people.

He looked at the team brought by Baron Snow. Except for a small number of troops surrounding Snow, most of the people were just a group of farmers dressed differently, each using different styles of protective gear and even weapons. They were not arranged in a neat square formation, but in twos and threes, a messy group. They were divided into three long teams, and there was a wide distance between each team. It seemed that they were all walking on their own without any connection.

The same situation happened to Snow's group of knights, who were also divided into four groups. One group surrounded Snow, while the other three groups followed behind their own infantry teams, keeping a great distance between them, as if they just wanted to stay as far away from each other as possible.

Such a loose team and such an unguarded march were not only noticed by him, but also by the knights of Greyburg. Karl suddenly heard someone say:

"That bastard Snow, is he deliberately looking down on us? He can't even be bothered to form a battle array."

Look down on them? Carl looked at Snow's troops again.

Not only him, but also Aeron saw it. Soon, a knight from Aeron's team rode out on horseback, came all the way to Snow, and then said respectfully:

"Lord Snow, Lord Aeron asked me to inform you that the people guarding Greyburg now are Carl from Rickland and his female knight, Flame Arya~"

"What does Aeron mean by asking you to say this?" Snow asked impatiently.

"This... Lord Iren wants to remind you that these two are enemies that should not be underestimated. He hopes that you can remain vigilant..."

"Aren's meddling is a bit too much~" Before the knight could finish, Snow interrupted him with an extremely contemptuous tone, "I have followed Lord Morton for so many years, and I have experienced all kinds of battles. Do I still need a gangster to teach me?"

"No, it's just... Lord Aeron saw that your soldiers were disorganized and not in formation..."

"so what?"

"If the enemy takes this opportunity..."

"Take advantage of the opportunity? With their small number of people, do they have the guts to do that?" Snow interrupted impatiently again, as if he didn't want to talk to the other party for even a second longer.

He looked around the surrounding landscape again, and then focused his attention on a small piece of farmland and several farmhouses not far from Greyburg. That piece of land was originally the arable land of the Greyburg lord. Now because of the war, the serfs living there had already withdrawn into the castle, taking away everything they could, leaving only empty houses. However, even so, Snow still became interested in it.

He waved his hand to summon a knight, then pointed to the houses and said:

"Go, order someone to burn that piece!"

"Yes~" After receiving the order, the knight immediately ran to the front of one of the teams and shouted a few words to the soldiers. After a while, he saw a small group of soldiers separated from the chaotic team. They held torches in their hands, howled and rushed towards the huts, and set them on fire one by one.

Looking at the fire, the Greyburg Knight standing on the city wall clenched his fists again:

"He did it on purpose! How can we tolerate this!" someone shouted.

"We have to endure it even if we can't. They just want to lure us out of the city." said the older man.

Carl continued to look at Snow's team carefully. He felt a little strange. Did Baron Snow really want to lure him out of the city to fight by provoking him like this? Then he suddenly turned his head and said to Alia as if he had thought of something:

"You said that he has been annexing the surrounding nobles without stopping in the past two years?"

Seeing Alia nodded, he continued as if talking to himself:

"You said that he had just fought a few conquest wars not long ago, and he immediately dragged this group of people to continue to be recruited by the lord to fight, and also dragged the people from the newly conquered territories along?"

"What do you mean?" Alia immediately understood what he wanted to say.

Carl continued to talk to himself:

"Could it be that from the very beginning, he didn't look down on us, but was unable to manage his own troops?"

A baron who had been fighting all the time and had successfully expanded his army by so many barons, he believed that the other party was definitely not a fool or a waste. If it was really as he thought, then Snow's series of actions such as sending soldiers to burn houses were not provocations, but deliberately pretending to be at ease so that they would not dare to act rashly.

However, all this is just speculation, and he dare not guarantee that he is correct.

But I heard Alia suddenly say: "For this kind of thing, won't you know if you try it?"

Give it a try? His face was full of doubts, and after a second of being stunned, he finally understood what the girl meant. When he turned back in surprise, he found that the other party had already come down from the city wall.

Then the girl shouted:

"Open the city gate!"

Along with the shout, Carl saw Alia riding a warhorse, holding a bright red spear, and rushing out like a sharp arrow.