Come to another world and become a lord

Chapter 215 Fight

Carl's troops had assembled on a vast plain between Candlelight Keep and the North Fortress. It was dusk, and the setting sun shone on the battlefield, covering the earth with an orange-yellow coat. The air was filled with a solemn atmosphere, and the soldiers' faces were solemn and serious under the illumination of torches. The musket team and artillery array had been loaded, and the soldiers were ready to go, waiting for the upcoming battle.

Then they heard a roar, and with flying dust, Aaron's knights appeared on the horizon and rushed towards them. They were not riding horses and were wearing heavy armor, but they ran very fast, even faster than the cavalry. Karl understood that it was the power of madness, which gave them extraordinary strength and deprived them of their rationality.

The artillery roared first, the sound of artillery fire was deafening, instantly tearing the silent night apart. Huge shells cut through the night sky and hit the enemy camp, people were constantly blown away, and more people followed, they were fearless, leaving behind one corpse after another on the road.

"Ready!" Carl's voice rang out immediately, and the musketeers quickly formed a formation. The soldiers held their muskets tightly, their eyes focused.

"Open fire!" He gave another order after the enemy entered within a hundred meters, and the musketeers pulled the triggers together. Suddenly, a roar sounded, flames splashed, and bullets shot at the enemy like raindrops.

Aaron's knights began to fall down in unison under the dense firepower. Although they have superhuman strength, they do not have superhuman physique. In the face of such fierce firepower, those traditional iron armors are no longer effective, and the three-stage shooting is almost flawless. Under the dense firepower, most of the knights were shot into sieves before they got close. Occasionally, those who broke through were greeted by Alia's flaming sword and Campbell's iron fist. In front of these two people, even those guys with madness seemed to be nothing to fear. At the same time, the artillery continued to roar, constantly bombarding the enemy's army. Madness did not give them an advantage on the battlefield, and the whole battle became almost a one-sided massacre.

"Keep firing! Don't stop!" Carl's voice was high-pitched and firm, and the soldiers were full of confidence, constantly firing at the enemy until the last knight fell. Less than 20 meters away from the musket position, the bodies piled up like a mountain, forming a small slope.

At this time, Siloed was riding a horse, standing on a hill in the distance overlooking everything, and beside him was the wizard named Casabelos.

The White Knight's brows were almost knitted together, and he asked the wizard beside him in a gloomy tone: "Is this what you call a winning weapon? All our people died, but they are unharmed!"

"Indeed, the power of firearms is beyond my imagination. After all, humans are not orcs. Even if they are strengthened, they cannot directly resist shooting." The wizard's voice was hoarse and gloomy.

"So you turned my soldiers into insane monsters, but still couldn't win!" Sirod gritted his teeth, the anger on his face difficult to conceal.

"Yes, we can't win on a frontal battlefield." The wizard continued, his tone calm and without any emotion.

"What did you say?" At this moment, Xiluo De already had the urge to strangle the other person to death.

But then I heard the Master say:

“But that doesn’t mean we’re going to lose.”

He then coughed a few times, and then tapped his mount with his deadwood staff:

"Let's go, we still need to report the battle situation to the Prime Minister."

Xiluode glared at him fiercely, then snorted coldly:

"I'm waiting to see your reaction!"

What he got in return was Casabelos' hoarse laughter.

When night fell, Carl was sitting in the tent reviewing the afternoon's battle. He was surprised that he had won a great victory and suffered no casualties. When he was sure that Aaron was using madness, he was basically ready for a tough battle. He imagined many possible situations, but he didn't expect everything to go so smoothly. It was too smooth. Was this some kind of conspiracy? Or was the enemy's strength really limited to this?

Outside the tent he could hear the soldiers celebrating, and then he saw Arya walk in with a glass of wine.

"They are all celebrating~" the girl said to him with a blush on her face, then after seeing his expression, she became serious again and put down her glass, "What's wrong?"

"Don't you think it's too simple?" Carl asked.

"Indeed," Arya replied, "but isn't it due to the power of firearms? After all, humans are not like orcs."

It was true that firearms were powerful, but Aaron's mage was no fool. He knew that he had the advantage in firepower, but he still let his men die in vain. What was his purpose? This puzzled him.

Just as they were thinking, the shouting outside gradually became louder, so loud that they could be heard clearly in the big tent. At first, the two thought that the soldiers were drunk, but gradually they felt something was wrong. At first, it might be cheering, but slowly it began to be mixed with sounds of beating and scolding, and then screams from time to time.

"Something's wrong! It's an enemy attack!" Alia was the first to become alert. She drew out her flaming sword and directly opened the curtain, and Carl followed closely.

The moment he went out, he saw a member of the musketeers rushing in front of him, crying:

"What on earth happened?" Carl shouted.

"It's the Rangers. Those Rangers are crazy. They're attacking us?"

"What?" Carl's eyes widened. He really wanted to say something.

However, he saw a member of the Ranger Corps under Altai staggering towards him, shouting as he walked:

"Khan, don't listen to his nonsense. It was clearly your muskets that started it all! And you're still slandering us!"

"Nomadic dog! Stop spitting bloody words!"

"Kingdom bastard, I'll kill you!"

Then the two men drew their weapons at the same time and started fighting with red eyes.

"stop!"

In a flash, Alia took a step forward, snatched the weapons of the two men, and pinned them to the ground.

Carl wanted to step forward and scold them, but he soon realized that something was wrong. This was not a conflict between a few people, but a conflict that affected the entire camp.

He looked around, and wherever he looked, the tents were on fire, the air was filled with smoke, and the soldiers were fighting each other, with blood staining the ground red. A soldier roared and stabbed the blade deep into the chest of another soldier, with an almost crazy anger on his face and ruthless despair in his eyes.

The sound of metal clashing between swords and knives rang out all around, and roars and screams intertwined into a tragic movement. A ranger with a ferocious face and red eyes brandished a sharp sword and rushed towards a member of the musketeer team beside him. The blade cut through the air with a sharp whistle. Another soldier reacted quickly and barely resisted, but was forced to retreat again and again by the enemy's crazy strength, and finally fell to the ground under a fierce slash.

On the other side, several soldiers who were drinking together suddenly started fighting each other. They drew their swords at the same time, and the friendship of the past seemed to vanish in an instant, leaving only a fight to the death.

How familiar this scene was, that fantasy, that dream, wasn't it just like this in the dream? He saw his people turning against each other and killing each other, and now the things in the dream had become reality. He stared blankly until a roar caught his attention. He saw the black knight Renette standing on a high point, suddenly roaring like a beast, so loud that it affected the entire camp. This roar was indeed very shocking, and it stunned everyone for a moment, the fighting stopped, and the surroundings immediately became quiet. And Carl also came back to his senses in this roar, and then while everyone was still in a daze, he shouted:

"Everyone, lay down your weapons immediately. This is the lord's order!"