Come to another world and become a lord

Horses neighed and arrows whistled. No one expected that Arya would rush out of the city gate like a red arrow. She passed through the burning houses and the loose troops. Before anyone could react, she rushed straight to Snow's main camp. A single-horse charge!

Baron Snow was also surprised by this sudden move. Carl's guess was correct. Although Snow brought many people this time, most of them were the people of the newly conquered land. Most of them had to surrender in order to survive after being defeated. They were already dissatisfied, and now they were sent to fight again, and their resentment became even deeper.

Snow naturally understood this point. Apart from his own troops, most people would not be able to play a big role in a real fight. So he simply pretended to be arrogant and confident of victory, with the purpose of intimidating the opponent with numbers.

But was he still seen through in the end? He sighed softly.

But after finding out that there was only one person on the other side, and that it was a woman, he immediately regained his composure.

Dare to come alone? Do you really not take yourself seriously? Although most people are unreliable, his own troops are still combat-capable. A phalanx of 40 spearmen, plus 20 archers, and a dozen knights. He defeated opponents one after another with this army, and its weapons and equipment were also the most sophisticated.

"Stop her!" he shouted angrily.

The archers began to shoot arrows, and the spear phalanx also stepped forward in unison.

But they underestimated Arya's speed. The moment the first wave of arrows was shot, Arya had already rushed to the front of the square formation on her red warhorse. After knocking down the two people in the front row, the warhorse stepped on their bodies and leaped up, passing directly over the heads of the team and landed steadily at the back.

"Stop her!" Snow shouted again.

At this time, his knights also drew their swords and rode forward.

However, the battle that followed was something he couldn't believe. The first knight who rushed forward was knocked away, and the second knight was knocked off his horse by the opponent's halberd. The third knight changed to a lance and chose to charge head-on, but was pierced through the body by the red halberd. After losing the halberd, the opponent directly drew the long sword at his waist and chopped at the neck of the fourth knight...

Swords clashed and roars continued. Snow couldn't see what was happening, but suddenly there was a roar, and then he saw the two knights in front of him fell to the ground with their horses. He didn't even understand what was happening, he only saw a ball of red approaching him quickly, like a flame that could devour everything. He wanted to swing his sword to protect himself in a panic, but the long sword was easily lifted into the air by the opponent's blow as soon as he moved.

Then he felt a sharp pain in his throat. Alia's sword passed through the gap between the neck guards and pierced his throat. Then, the girl swung the sword horizontally and raised it upwards. A head left his neck, and with blood, it drew a parabola in the air, and was finally caught by her steadily.

Carl was stunned, Elena and the knights on the city wall were stunned, the surrounding soldiers were stunned, and Snow's head was also stunned. Even though he was dead, his eyes were still wide open, with an expression of disbelief.

Before anyone could react, Arya had already carried the head, turned her horse around, and rode away. She passed through the scattered troops in front of her, through the soldiers who were still burning the houses, and ran back to Greyburg under everyone's gaze.

For a moment, the battlefield was silent. People stared at each other for a minute before they finally realized what was going on. The next moment, the battlefield was boiling. The knights of Greyburgh swarmed out, howling, and Snow's troops ran away screaming.

At this moment, Alia walked back to the city wall and handed Snow's bloody head to Carl and Selena.

Then he said to Selena:

"He was also one of the masterminds who killed your father. This is half of the revenge."

Selena hesitated for a moment, then mustered up the courage, took the head handed to her by Alia, and raised it high into the air. In an instant, the guards of Greyburg cheered loudly.

Iren was watching all this from the other side of the battlefield. He knew that Snow's side had been routed, the commander had been beheaded, the cavalry had fled, and the remaining hundreds of people could only wait to be slaughtered by the enemy's cavalry. This time they would not show mercy, they would chase deep, and would try to kill every living force to reduce their own troops. He shouted anxiously:

"Everyone, follow me to support Baron Snow"

But as soon as he finished speaking, he heard someone whisper behind him:

"But Snow... is already dead..."

He looked back in disbelief, only to see his knights looking at each other in bewilderment. He knew they were afraid. Arya had fought nine people alone in the woods that night, and now she had killed Snow on the battlefield. They had seen every scene, and now the name of Arya the Blazing was like a demon to them.

They could no longer fight. Once Greyburg finished chasing Snow's troops, they would turn their spearheads against them. It would be difficult to escape then. Thinking of this, he could only shake his head helplessly, then waved his hand and issued the order to retreat.

The pursuit continued until late at night, and when the knights of Greyburg and the sisters of Fire Rose returned, they had a full load. They brought Carl a whole bag of... the enemy's... ears?

Carl asked people to count the number of people, and found that there were about 90 of them. Then he looked at the knights with suspicion and asked:

"Wouldn't you cut off both ears at once to make up for the number?"

"Are we that kind of people?" someone complained dissatisfiedly.

Carl nodded and looked at the bag of ears again. If the death rate was like this, then Snow's army would have been completely disintegrated, and most of the remaining survivors would choose to flee back to their hometown. This time was completely different from the battle in Porter Village. He ordered the cavalry to chase them to death and kill them if they caught up, leaving no one alive. But this was also a last resort. He had to be cruel and completely disintegrate this army. If he was soft-hearted and gave them a chance to regroup and reunite with Morton's headquarters, the consequences would be disastrous.

Then he saw Arya approaching with a raven in her arms.

"There's information coming from Aisha," she told him, "Morton has already set out directly, a total of 950 people."

"Well, it's still not optimistic, but at least it's much better. This is all thanks to you."