Come to another world and become a lord

Chapter 116 Morton's Plan

The rapid marches for days and nights, coupled with the haphazard assault on the camp, resulted in an inevitable defeat. It should be said that it was a blessing in disguise that they did not suffer a rout. Led by his knights, Morton's troops retreated in the most basic formation, and were constantly harassed by Carl's cavalry along the way, with countless casualties from arrows.

They retreated to the Sauron River, a river that runs through the kingdom from east to west, passing through Rickburg, through Morgan Territory, and into the eastern part of the kingdom. After Morton's troops crossed the river, Carl's cavalry finally stopped chasing them. During the entire crossing process, many soldiers were killed, and the people who stayed behind were not spared. Their bodies fell into the water and were washed away by the current. It can be said that they were in a very embarrassing state, and their morale fell to the bottom.

The two men stared at each other across the river for five or six minutes, then Carl waved his hand and left with satisfaction, leaving Morton there helpless and furious.

"Carl, I'm going to kill him!" His eyes were bloodshot and he kept shouting.

The old knight beside him seemed to be unable to bear it any longer and said with a folded hand:

"Sir, please get some sleep first."

"What did you say?" Morton asked angrily.

However, the knight did not retreat, and continued to speak calmly:

"You are not fit to continue fighting now. Not only you, but the soldiers also need to rest."

Morton wanted to rage again, but then he felt dizzy and drunk. His head was a mess, which even hindered his thinking. He felt sleepy and calmed down.

"You're right. That's right."

Then the soldiers quickly set up their tents. Morton took a nap until the afternoon, when the old knight woke him up again:

"My lord, Baron Patrick and Baron Victor's reinforcements have arrived. Lord Patrick brought 65 people, including 11 knights, while Lord Victor brought 12 knights and a 55-man militia. They are waiting for orders outside the tent~"

Morton shook his head, trying hard to drive away his sleepiness and suppress his bad temper, and motioned to the old knight to let the two of them in.

Then, in the tent that Morton had temporarily built, a simple tactical discussion took place among the three of them. But not long after, Morton's roar came out of the tent again:

"Victor, what do you mean? Do you think I can't defeat Carl's troops now?"

The knight named Victor was a man in his early 30s. He was thin, but his eyes were extremely sharp. He looked like an eagle, especially because he had a prominent hooked nose. Facing Morton's roar, he remained calm and said slowly:

"Sir, I just think there is no need to take risks. The reason why Rick Territory is so powerful now is because of its speed. But in fact, whether it is financial resources or manpower, we have the upper hand. There is no need to follow their pace. We just need to waste time. After a long time, we will definitely have the upper hand."

"So you're asking me to do nothing and let Carl do whatever he wants in my territory?"

"It's not like we're doing nothing." Victor replied, "We can let Bertie's kid attack Rodburg from the west and force him to make a choice."

"Make a choice?" Morton looked puzzled.

"Yes, force him to make a choice," Victor continued. "If he chooses to come back to rescue, we will take advantage of the situation to advance and recapture Redriff Castle, and use it as a base to continue to fight and consume the enemy. If he does not come back to rescue, then we can just wait for Bertie's victory report. If he chooses to split his forces, then there is no need to say anything."

He paused for a moment and added:

"He actually dared to seize the east-west highway and cut off our mutual support. Then we will attack him from both sides and make it difficult for him to take care of both ends."

After listening to his words, Morton thought for less than half a second and said:

"So after all your talk, you still want me to be a coward and hide behind the camp wall?"

"They are attacking and we are defending. After a long time, they will be cut off from supplies and collapse without any attack. Why do we need to fight?"

"What you said makes sense, but it doesn't satisfy my needs." Morton suddenly shouted viciously, "I want Carl to die! Instead of coming to my territory and fighting and then returning unscathed! Not only him, but also those who betrayed me, must die!"

Hearing Morton's words, Victor hurriedly bowed again and said:

“Sir, those who surrendered mostly did so out of helplessness. As long as Karl withdraws his troops and you forgive them, they will naturally be willing…”

"Impossible!" Before Victor could finish, Morton interrupted him, "Remember this, I, Morton, will never forgive a traitor!"

"This……"

"My troops are twice as many as the enemy's. Why can't I fight?"

"This is all a pointless waste. It's really unnecessary~." Victor continued.

"Enough, I asked you to come up with ideas. You want me to be a coward, not to let me be a turtle. If you can't give me one, then shut up!" Morton shouted impatiently.

"If you want to talk about a method to wipe them out in one fell swoop, I'm afraid there really is one." At this moment, Patrick next to him suddenly said.

"Tell me about it." His words immediately aroused Morton's interest.

"Now we are defending along the river, and the enemy will not dare to attack rashly. But if we take the initiative to give up the river and let them cross the river, once they come over, there will be no way to retreat. Then we will launch an attack..." Patrick said while making a killing gesture.

"Hmm..." Morton held his chin with his hand and thought for a moment, "But what if they don't fall for it?"

“Humph~” Patrick sneered, “Didn’t Brother Victor say that too? They can’t afford to waste time. The longer it takes, the more disadvantaged they will be. Whether it’s a trap or not, they have no choice.”

"Yeah, that's right, you're right!"

After hearing his words, Morton smiled brightly. Then he glanced at Victor with a hint of disdain in his eyes and asked:

"Why, do you think this method doesn't work?"

Victor shook his head again:

"It's not that it's impossible, but once the fighting starts, even the most secure plans will have the risk of failure. We obviously don't need to take this risk..."

"Enough, what's the risk? This plan is great! Carl is nothing but an uneducated serf. I don't believe we can turn the tables by beating him like this!" Morton shouted angrily. After a pause, he slammed the table and said, "Okay, it's settled. Everyone, have a good rest tonight and follow the plan tomorrow!"

They both nodded, "Yes."

Then he left the tent, and Victor shook his head silently at the moment of leaving.