Come to another world and become a lord

Chapter 120 Final Victory

Victor led his knights and galloped in the night. He was anxious and worried. He hoped that he was just worrying too much. When he returned, Morton was still sitting in the army. Even if he would be scolded for this, he was willing to do so. Then he saw a little fire, and the other side seemed to be moving towards him. As the two sides got closer and closer, his nightmare finally came true.

That was Arya's knight guards, they lined up and ran towards the battlefield on the river bank. Victor felt his heart tighten and hurriedly pulled the reins. The other party was getting closer and closer. In the firelight, he could barely see Arya holding a head in her hand. The face was already bloody and he couldn't see the appearance clearly, but he recognized the helmet. It belonged to Morton. As a symbol of the commander, it was particularly conspicuous no matter where it was.

The other party also saw him and shouted:

"Molton is dead! Surrender immediately!"

There was triumphant ecstasy in his voice.

It's over, everything is over~ His heart sank suddenly, and his throat seemed to be choked. It took him a long time to utter two words:

"Retreat!" he ordered decisively.

"Retreat?" The knight behind him seemed to not understand what he meant and asked again.

"Retreat, run to the woods!" he said again.

"But our troops are still fighting on the front lines..."

Yes, all the infantry he brought with him were still with Patrick to attack Carl, but did it matter now?

"I can't control that much anymore!"

As he spoke, he turned his horse around and plunged into the woods. It would only cost him a few dozen peasants, which was better than dying here himself.

Fortunately, when they chose to escape, Arya did not chase them. She just continued to lead her army towards the battlefield.

At the same time, the battle on the river bank also entered a fierce stage. Amid the flashing of swords and sabers, the two armies fought fiercely.

The battle had become extremely brutal, and Carl clearly felt the decline. His troops were constantly retreating, and the range of action was getting smaller and smaller. Although those refugees were brave, they were no match for professional soldiers. He had no advantage in terms of military quality or numbers. He could hold on until now only because of his momentum. As time went on, the initial fighting spirit began to dissipate, and fatigue and despair appeared on every soldier's face again. If they continued, they would only fail.

This was just as he expected. A fight with one's back to the river would most likely not work. Perhaps only a basic master like Han Xin could pull it off, and he was obviously not such a master.

After all, I am just an ordinary person. I was not a tough guy before I traveled through time. I was just learning how to deploy troops on the spot. Facing a group of veterans who have been through many battles, it is amazing that I can persist until now.

After fighting with Patrick for several rounds, Paan in front finally couldn't hold on and fled back, but Patrick did not stop either. He rushed towards Carl as if he was injected with chicken blood.

At this time, Karl also understood the other party's intention, to kill the main general and destroy the army's morale. He couldn't let the other party succeed, and he absolutely couldn't die now!

Thinking of this, he swallowed, gripped his sword tightly and took a fighting stance.

At this moment, Edgar suddenly flashed out from the side and blocked Patrick's steps again. In a flash, the long swords collided with each other. Edgar had a sad face and shouted while fighting:

"Damn it, I shouldn't have surrendered. Now we are all going to die here!"

Although he complained, his hands did not stop moving. For a while, he fought back and forth with the opponent and even pushed him back.

Safe for the time being, Carl breathed a sigh of relief, but the entire army had been pushed to the critical point at this time. Selena had also retreated to the rear under the cover of several guards. The girl's physical strength began to fail to keep up after a long battle, and Jim was constantly retreating.

At this moment, he suddenly saw a light moving in the distance. As the light got closer, he saw Alia and the knight guards she led. They charged towards this side like tigers descending from the mountains, and then everyone heard their unison shouting:

"Molton is dead! Surrender immediately!"

The moment the shout was heard, Patrick's troops began to waver, and Carl's troops pressed back again.

Patrick was also stunned. The thing he was most worried about finally happened.

"Don't believe them, they are lying!" He still held on to a glimmer of hope and shouted to everyone, trying to stabilize the morale of the troops.

However, when he saw the head in Arya's hand, he was completely desperate, and his troops began to collapse at this moment.

Patrick shook his head helplessly and suddenly rode to the side. Karl watched as he and his knights began to ignore their own soldiers and tried to withdraw from the battlefield. They even knocked over a few of their own men on the way.

After finally getting rid of the crowd, he swung the reins and ran towards the woods with his few followers without looking back, leaving the poor infantrymen to fend for themselves in panic.

Then, Alia's cavalry pierced into the army like a sharp sword. With countless screams, all the infantry phalanxes brought by Patrick completely collapsed in the front and back attacks. The rest of the time was a cruel one-sided pursuit. Carl pointed his sword forward, and the exhausted soldiers regained their fighting spirit and began to rush forward with a howl...

Vic's cavalry was marching aimlessly in the forest, and then they suddenly saw a fire ahead.

"Who's there!" He shouted loudly like a frightened bird.

Then he heard a familiar voice:

"Brother, it's me~" Patrick appeared in front of him with the remaining knights, his face full of fatigue, "We lost, everything is over!"

Is it over? Victor's expression was extremely sad and cold at this moment.

"No~" he said, "It's Morton who is finished, not us!"

"What now?" Patrick asked.

"Surrender," Victor said, without a trace of hesitation in his tone.

"Surrender?" Patrick looked puzzled. "All our soldiers have been killed, and now we are thinking of surrendering? Why would we surrender? What's more, I almost killed him."

After hearing his words, Victor fell silent again. That's right, what capital did he have to surrender now? Even if Karl accepted it generously, what would he have left with this attitude of a stray dog? How could he continue to live in peace?

"Brother, we have no way out."

Patrick's voice sounded again, and he suddenly had an idea.

"No, there is more," he said, and beckoned Patrick to come closer to him.

"besides?"

The latter dismounted and walked up to him and was about to ask, but suddenly he felt a sharp pain in his ribs. He looked down and saw that Victor had stabbed a dagger into the gap of his breastplate.

"You!" With blood gushing out, Patrick knelt helplessly on the ground, pointing his finger at Victor with an incredible look on his face.

"I'm sorry, brother, I need a token of my allegiance, so please lend me your head." Victor said as he wiped the blood off the dagger.

At this moment, Patrick's knights also rushed forward. They were all shocked by the scene before them. Just as they were about to draw their weapons, they heard Victor continue to say:

"If you want to live, come with me. Otherwise, you will die here."

The sword stopped halfway out of the sheath, and then everyone put away their swords again. They sat in a circle and watched quietly, watching Patrick die and Victor cut off his head. No one spoke for their lord anymore.