Come to another world and become a lord

When night fell, more than 50 cavalrymen began to march silently on the banks of the Solon River. Without lighting torches, they relied on the water along the river to determine the general route and marched towards the direction of the distant lights. Carl was the leader of this cavalry. He understood the risks of this attack very well. This was a gamble, a gamble without choice. There was a high probability that there would be no return, but this was also the only way. This was the reality. The weak could only rely on gambling to win in a duel with the strong.

Of course, it was more than that. According to Henry, if they wanted to ensure the success of the sneak attack, they could not light torches. However, such a walk was risky in itself, especially in the rugged and complex woods or mountain roads. In the dark, the probability of horses breaking bones due to accidental stepping on empty space would be much higher than usual. Finally, under Henry's advice, they decided to move forward along the river beach and try to choose a wide and flat area. But this also meant that their chances of being discovered would increase.

"We need to pay attention to the enemy's patrol posts. They have arranged a lot of patrol teams around." Alia said before setting off.

But in Karl's opinion, there are opportunities. During the siege, he also understood that the composition of the nomadic army is extremely complex. Their infantry is mainly composed of barbarians from various regions in the north. There are so many tribes that you can't even remember their names. Many of them don't even speak the same language, and some are even feuds. In addition, mercenaries recruited from other regions also account for about 5000% of them. These people may have good combat effectiveness, but they are obviously not responsible enough. Even the so-called troops of the Great Khan are composed of more than a dozen native tribes. Every mobilization and deployment must be decided by the so-called tribal meeting, not controlled by the Great Khan alone.

After preparing everything, they asked the grain transport team to stay in a forest less than 5 kilometers away from Reikburg, and the 30 cavalrymen, led by Carl, began to advance towards the Great Khan's central camp based on their memory. The journey was not as thrilling as imagined. They encountered several patrols along the way, but the patrols just passed by without any suspicion. Carl even wondered if the patrols had discovered them.

As they got closer to the Khan's camp, Carl could already see the vague outline of the central army tent under the fire. His opponent was in the tent, everything was within reach. If he could succeed, Carl couldn't help swallowing his saliva when he thought of this. His hands holding the reins began to sweat unconsciously, perhaps because of excitement or nervousness. At this time, they suddenly heard the sound of horse hooves from the opposite side, followed by a few sparks of fire approaching them. It was another patrol, but it was different from what they had encountered before. This was a cavalry team, most likely the Khan's own troops.

And just as Carl expected, unlike those miscellaneous patrol troops, they did not ignore Carl and others like the others did. After walking a certain distance, the sound of horse hooves on the opposite side suddenly stopped, and then there was a shout from the leader of the opposite side:

"Du Semo Rab?"

An incomprehensible voice broke the silence of the night. The voice used by the other party was not a common language, but the tribal language of the northern nomads.

For a moment, Carl didn't even know how to respond. He couldn't respond because he didn't speak the other party's language at all. Even if he could roughly guess what the other party was asking, if he answered in the common language, he would still be suspected and eventually exposed. Should we start here? But they were not at the best sprint distance. Once they started, the camp would definitely notice. The question was whether the other party could react in time and whether he still had a chance? But his subconscious told him that the other party would react in time. Once he started fighting at this distance, the sneak attack would most likely fail. But did he really have the right to choose?

His hand unconsciously reached for the sword at his waist. He turned to look at Henry, who also held his weapon tightly, ready to fight at any time. It seemed that there was no other way. The only thing he could do was...

At this moment, Alia's voice suddenly rang out:

"Akado Fonula."

The girl spoke the same language as the other person, the nomadic dialect. Carl didn't know what the girl said, but he heard a familiar name among a long string of incomprehensible words: "Nura." This was the only word Carl could understand.

After hearing Alia's answer, the person on the other side seemed to soften his tone a lot. After saying a few words that were probably blessings, he left. Before leaving, Carl even vaguely saw someone on the opposite side bowing to them.

After the people on the opposite side walked away, Carl asked with some doubt:

"What did you tell them?"

"I said, we were sent by Nura to report something important to the Khan." The girl answered casually.

"Oh~" Karno nodded thoughtfully, then asked, "Wait, why do you know their language?"

"Have you forgotten what I do? I'm the leader of a mercenary group. How can I not know a few languages?" Alia answered with some pride, and then looked in the direction of the camp. "The Khan's tent is now within reach."

"So, we can implement our strategy now." Carl suddenly said with a serious face, "Alia, you lead 25 people with me, change the flag of Prime Minister Aaron and continue to move forward."

"Hmm~" the girl nodded.

Then Karl turned to look at Henry:

"The Baron will take the remaining men and replace them with the King's flags, go around to the right, and wait for us to attack you before fighting your way out~"

"I understand." Henry paused for a moment and then said, "But is it really necessary to do this? We are not many in number to begin with, and if this continues..."

"Don't worry, they can't see how many of us there are. The key is to make the Khan think that the Vizier and the King's troops have arrived!"

As they continued to move forward, Carl could hear the laughter and joy coming from the tents. 500 meters, 400 meters, Carl could even hear the noise and singing coming from the tents. Some people were drinking, some were shouting. 300 meters, 200 meters...

Then came a roar that seemed to have exhausted all of Carl's strength in his life, and it rang out across the empty plain:

"On the orders of Prime Minister Aaron, attack!!"

There was half a second of silence, followed by the neighing of horses and the shouts of soldiers. Suddenly, 25 heavily armored cavalrymen accelerated their charge and crashed into the camp like a steel chariot. For a moment, the sound of killing was deafening. This was a sudden attack. The soldiers in the camp had almost no time to react. Many of them were pierced through the heart by spears, or even had their heads cut off, before they could even stand up.

Carl rushed to the front waving the white fox flag that symbolized the prime minister. The bumps caused by the horse's high-speed galloping made it very difficult for him not to fall off the horse, let alone kill the enemy. But it didn't matter. The killing of the enemy could be left to Alia and the others. He had only one goal, which was also the most important one. He kicked the horse's belly to speed up, and raised the flag high above his head to ensure that everyone could see it, and kept shouting:

"According to the orders of Prime Minister Aaron, capture Atikila Khan alive!"

As he shouted, the 25 knights behind him also shouted at the same time:

"According to the orders of Prime Minister Aaron, capture Atikila Khan alive! Kill him!"

At one time, the sound of killing rang out again. They repeated, they slaughtered, they knocked over the braziers, set the tents on fire, cut the reins of the horses in the stables, and in an instant, the camp was ablaze. The frightened horses began to run wildly in the flames. The awakened soldiers were confused. Most of them were shirtless and did not even have weapons in their hands. They were frightened by the sudden fear. The night was startled, and there was chaos for a while. The shortcomings of the nomadic tribes were also exposed here. They were used to riding and shooting, and were good at guerrilla warfare. Years of prosperity made them treat war as a game. They had never experienced a real hard battle, and there was no so-called military discipline. They fought on instinct. In the face of this situation, under the instinctive trend, they would only make one choice - run, run desperately, run without any rules, and even get into a mess and trample on each other. For a while, there were heavy casualties and screams. The number of people who were trampled to death was even greater than those who were killed.

The Great Khan Atikila walked out of the central army tent, wearing only a long gown. He put on his robe as he walked, and with the help of his guards, he hurriedly put on a battle robe and kept asking around:

"what on earth is it?"

"It's Prime Minister Aaron, his troops attacked the camp~" one of his subordinates reported.

"Aaron? Impossible, he absolutely cannot arrive at this time!" The Khan shouted angrily, "This is a scam, you have all been fooled! The other side cannot be Aaron's army! Take my weapons!"

"Great Khan, regardless of whether it is true or not, we are in a mess right now due to the night terror. We should evacuate first and confirm it again tomorrow after we have regrouped..."

"Bullshit!" Before his subordinate could finish his words, Atikila pushed him away. Looking at the flames burning everywhere in the camp, he clenched his fists tightly. It was impossible, absolutely impossible. He didn't believe that Aaron's reinforcements could arrive so quickly. There must be a trick. He firmly believed this. After sighing slowly, he calmed down a little and then ordered several of his men:

"Metia, go organize the remaining men. We will set up a defense line outside the camp and gather the fleeing troops."

"Yes~" a graceful one-eyed woman bowed and said.

"Alov, send two people to command the left and right camps and have them lead their men back to defend quickly."

"Understood, Great Khan," a bald strong man replied respectfully.

"I don't believe it, I absolutely don't believe it!" Then he looked into the distance again.

At this moment, another scout suddenly rushed over, knelt down in front of him, and shouted in a panic:

"Report to the Great Khan! It's... it's... King Philip, his troops are attacking us!"

"What!?"