Come to another world and become a lord

Chapter 117 Night Crossing

That night, Carl received a secret report from Aisha in the camp that Morton's troops gave up the crossing in the afternoon. It seemed that the enemy had given up the initiative to attack and instead lured him to cross the river, forcing him to fight with his back to the river. Fighting with his back to the river was the tactic used by Han Xin when he attacked the State of Zhao. He lined up his troops with their backs to the river and fought to the death. Therefore, many people even regarded this as an advanced tactic. However, Carl was not a fool. He had studied history. Since ancient times, only Han Xin had succeeded in fighting with his back to the river, and the rest were all cases of seeking death.

When Alia came to the tent and saw Aisha's letter, the girl's first reaction was that they could not cross the river.

"Once you get past that, there's no going back. It's a death situation."

He looked at Alia. As someone who had not heard Han Xin's story and was not affected by it, her reaction was actually the most correct. He agreed with Alia's idea very much.

But if they didn't fight and just kept wasting time, they would be the ones who couldn't stand it in the end. Karl felt distressed at this moment.

Alia seemed to see through his thoughts, and then asked tentatively:

"How about we just withdraw our troops?"

But I saw Carl shook his head:

"No, if we withdraw our troops, Bardo and his men will definitely turn against us again."

That's right, these people surrendered so readily, one reason was that they had no choice after being attacked, and more importantly, most of them believed that Morton could not beat them. Not only his subordinates, but even Morton's soldiers thought so.

It is precisely because of this illusion that he can remain undefeated when facing Morton, whose military strength far exceeds his own.

And he must make everyone continue to think this way. Once he shows any weakness, he will suffer a crushing defeat, and the result will be something he cannot bear.

He was once again in a situation where he had no choice. He knew that Morton had set a trap for him, but he still had to jump in. In the final analysis, it was still the dilemma of the weak. Even though Morton had defeated him once, his overall strength was still far superior to his. Therefore, the other party had countless choices and relied on time to consume. But he had to gamble everything, either win or die.

But then again, even if he didn't fall into Morton's trap, could he really win? The enemy's army was twice as large as his own. He had barely 300 people, 100 of whom were refugees who had been temporarily recruited. They were unorganized and undisciplined. They might have kept up their morale, but if they really had to fight, they wouldn't be able to withstand a fight. They would probably scatter in a flash.

"According to Aisha's spies, Morton seems to be determined to kill me. He even explicitly asked his subordinates not to alert the enemy before I crossed the river. He is worthy of being the Earl of Morton. His vengeful character has not changed at all." Carl laughed when he said this.

Ailia frowned and shook her head:

"That's not funny at all."

Then Carl continued:

"But his troops have been traveling for days, so they should have a good rest tonight."

"What are you going to do?" Alia asked from the side.

"I want you and your knight to cross the river at night."

"Night raid?" Arya asked.

"No, this is not the time with the Great Khan. He knows my actual military strength, and once a large force crosses the river, it will inevitably be discovered. I just need you to bypass it without being noticed."

“Then we can’t light torches,” Arya replied.

"That's right, no torches," Carl replied, and then he added, "I know, this is a difficult task."

But I heard Alia reply:

"It's okay, my people can handle it."

Then she looked out of the tent again:

"Besides, the moon is quite bright tonight."

"Well, that's good." Carl nodded.

"And then, what should I do after crossing the river?" Arya asked again.

"Recover in the forest. Tomorrow I will cross the river to engage in battle according to the enemy's intention, and you just need to wait for the opportunity." Carl replied, "You have only one target, and that is Morton. It is up to you to decide when to attack, and you don't need to worry about the current situation on my side. You just need to ensure the success of the mission."

He paused for a moment, thinking for a moment before continuing:

"If, I mean if the right opportunity never comes, you can lead your troops and retreat on your own."

"Wait, you're not going to take advantage of me again..." Alia screamed after hearing his words.

"This is just the worst-case scenario," Carl explained. "And only if your troops remain intact can I survive after crossing the river. Therefore, you are not only the key to this battle, but also my last life-saving talisman. No matter what, you must remember that your own safety comes first."

Alia listened to his words, sighed softly, and shook her head helplessly:

"Why do you always make it seem like we're going to have to part forever? We have a huge advantage this time~"

Carl smiled bitterly:

"The so-called great advantages are only for show. After all, we only have so few people and soldiers. And Morton..."

He didn't say anything else. A lean camel is still bigger than a horse. Morton was one of the five earls in the North after all, and he was challenging a behemoth that was much bigger than him.

At this moment, Alia suddenly came up, put an arm around his neck, and rested her forehead against his. Carl was stunned at first, then he felt the girl's body temperature and the unique fragrance on her body.

"Don't worry~" she said to him, "I will complete the task no matter what. You just need to wait for my victory report."

Before Carl could respond, the girl had already left the tent.

The night was dark and the moonlight was faint, shining on the Sauron River, creating tiny dots of silver light.

At this time, Alia was already standing on the river bank, looking back at the knights behind her. All the sisters of the Fire Rose Guard, and the remnants of Aeron who were gathered after taking over Shadow Castle, a total of 20 people. She knew very well that this operation was important, it was related to Carl's life, and she could not fail no matter what.

"Dismount," the girl ordered in a low voice after adjusting her mood slightly, her voice as calm as ice and snow in a cold night.

The knights dismounted without hesitation.

"Put out the torches."

As all the torches were extinguished, darkness fell all around, and the only sound was the sound of the river gently lapping against the shore.

“Remember,” Arya continued, “no matter what happens, even if you break your leg, you must not make a sound.”

The knights responded in a low voice with solemn expressions. Then everyone took out bamboo sticks from their waists, bit them in their mouths, and, led by Arya, began to walk towards the turbulent river.