Come to another world and become a lord

More cavalrymen rushed out of the forest, lit the grenades with the fire sticks in their hands, and threw them into Yasha's army.

Grenades exploded continuously in the ranks, and huge flames instantly illuminated the night. Each explosion was accompanied by screams and chaos. Soldiers were blown to pieces, and some of them died without realizing what had happened. Broken limbs and debris were everywhere, and blood and flesh were flying everywhere. The battlefield instantly turned into purgatory.

Under such a terrible attack, Yasha's troops instantly fell into chaos:

"What is this?"

"Magic, this must be magic! They can do magic!"

They fled in panic, and the battlefield was filled with chaos and despair. This was exactly what Karl wanted to see. The sudden attack, coupled with the horrific explosion, had completely crushed the enemy's fighting spirit. What followed was a one-sided massacre. He raised his hand and the cavalry began the assault.

Led by Carl, they rode on their horses, brandished their sabers, and rushed into the enemy's formation like ghosts in the night. The sound of horses' hooves shook like thunder, and the neighing of horses mixed with the screams of soldiers. The sabers flashed coldly under the starlight, and every swing could take a life.

The cavalry quickly dispersed and formed two teams. The sabers in their hands were in perfect alignment, drawing two silver arcs on the battlefield. In the end, the two arcs turned a circle and merged into one, accompanied by the death of countless enemy soldiers. Those soldiers were completely disorganized and became the objects of slaughter. Blood splashed in the air, fell under the horses' hooves, and dyed the ground red.

"Don't panic, stay focused!" Yasha shouted, but her voice was drowned out by the noise of the battlefield.

A cavalryman rode his horse towards a group of soldiers who were trying to form an array, raised his saber high, and then chopped them down fiercely. Most of them didn't even have time to react before they were knocked to the ground. Another cavalryman quickly followed, wielding his saber and finishing off the soldiers on the ground.

"Run for your life!" a soldier shouted in horror, his voice full of despair.

However, retreating was useless. The speed and strength of the cavalry far outstripped the panicked soldiers. One by one, the Yasha soldiers were caught up and knocked down, blood soaking their armor, and groans of pain echoed in the air.

Zhan Yasha watched his soldiers fall one by one, his heart filled with despair.

"Stop, there aren't many of them!" She shouted, trying to reorganize the defense line. However, this effort was insignificant in the catastrophic attack.

Then she saw Karl rushing out of the crowd and rushing to her side. Behind him, Bishop Eleanor held up the cross, muttering to herself. Suddenly, several beams of light rose from her hands and flew towards Karl. The beams of light attached to Karl's back, forming huge and bright invisible wings. At this moment, Karl was like a god descending from heaven. For a moment, Yasha was almost confused and mistook him for an angel. By the time she reacted, she had already fallen off her horse, and a long sword was pressed against her throat.

At this moment, the magnificent carriage accompanying the army began to shake, and then the door was knocked open. Baron Langman rushed out aggressively, shouting:

"That's enough! Just a few ordinary people beat you up like this. Today I will let you see how powerful I, Lang Man, am!"

He was still wearing a gorgeous dress and had no weapons in his hands, but his voice was loud enough for everyone to hear clearly.

Then he saw Carl, and saw Carl turning his head to look at him, and also looking at him was Bishop Eleanor behind Carl.

For a moment, Langman was stunned. His legs began to tremble uncontrollably. Fear appeared on his pale face, and his previous arrogance was gone.

"No, no, no, no! It shouldn't be like this, this is not what we agreed on! I can't fight an enemy like this, retreat, retreat quickly!" Then he dived into the bushes at lightning speed, and when he looked again, he had disappeared without a trace.

"Uh..." Karl stared at the scene blankly, his mouth wide open. He was speechless for a long time. After a long time, he asked Yasha on the ground:

"Who is this guy?"

"The commander of Count Ford's side." Yasha said in a low voice.

"Is this person... coming here to make fun of me?"

This time Yasha did not answer, but from the girl's expression, it could be seen that she seemed to have the same idea as Carl.

The dawn gradually illuminated the battlefield. With Yasha's capture, it also meant that Carl had completely won the war. The cavalrymen began to cheer for victory. After that, they arrested several other people. Except for Langman, the rest were caught in one fell swoop. When Hilde, Dongfang Yao, and the traitor Victor were also brought up, Carl was wiping the blood off his sword. He looked at them with interest. Hilde's face was full of anger, Dongfang Yao kept silent, and Victor's face was full of fear. When he was stared at, he lowered his head guiltily.

"Victor, why do you want to betray?" Then, Carl's cold voice sounded.

Victor began to sweat coldly, but he still said with all his strength:

"You killed Lord Morton and his children, and held hostage Lord Tilda, the only legitimate ruler of Morgan Territory..."

“Enough~” Before he could finish, he was interrupted by Karl, “You said so much, aren’t you just blaming me for not giving you a reward? The question is, are you qualified?”

Carl then continued:

"You are a traitor who sells out his master for fame. In just a few months, you have changed three masters in a row. You are really amazing."

These words pierced Victor's heart like ice.

How should such a person be dealt with? Karl thought about it, and he remembered a villain in history who was equally capricious. Well, a villain should die in a villainous way. Thinking of this, he said again:

"All right, drag him away, hang him, and then chop off his head."

Then there were desperate and angry shouts, and Victor was dragged away while struggling. Only when the other party's roar completely disappeared did Carl turn his head to look at Yasha and others.

But I heard Yasha say:

"Don't worry, we will admit defeat, and the ransom will be paid naturally..."

"I'm not short of money."

As soon as these words came out, the girl's face immediately turned pale, and she began to look at Karl warily:

"So what are you going to do with us?"

He couldn't help but laugh at this.

"Don't be nervous. I just want you to stay in Rickburg for a while longer."

Then he waved his hand, and several people mounted their horses under the escort of the soldiers.