Medieval: Kingdom Come: Deliverance

Chapter 163 Conquering Cities and Seizing Territories

"My lord, let's go! Those cavalry are charging at us!"

The captain of the guard hurriedly tried to persuade them, saying that the soldiers on the high slope had already been routed, and there were only ten men guarding the count on the ground. How could they possibly withstand the charge of so many menacing cavalry?

"Black bears never back down!"

Count Turnov was extremely brave. Instead of retreating, he spurred his horse and launched a counter-charge against the oncoming cavalry.

"In the name of the Turnov family!"

The count roared, cleaving the incoming lance in two with a single sword stroke, and continued to dodge past the Seidleitz cavalrymen.

They even decimated the entire cavalry unit without sustaining a single injury.

But his attendants and guards were not so lucky. The captain of the guard had just raised his shield when George's lance pierced him and his shield.

The others were also cut down. The fluttering black bear banner was also severed and trampled underfoot by the cavalry.

When Count Turnov turned his horse around, ready to charge again, he was shocked to find that he was all alone.

The bodies of the guards were scattered all around, and blood stained the hooves of the enemy horses.

"The Black Bear family stands tall and proud!"

Count Turnov drew his sword to meet the attack, his two-handed greatsword whistling through the air, and with a single strike, he felled a cavalryman.

But more cavalrymen surrounded them, and spears and greatswords came from all directions.

The count parried with all his might, and sparks flew as the greatsword and spear collided.

He single-handedly rendered the cavalry helpless.

"What a brave man."

George couldn't help but admire it, and personally faced off against Turnov. The two fought fiercely for a long time without a clear winner.

But by this time, the main battlefield was nearing its end. When Turnov's soldiers saw that the Black Bear banner had fallen and the count was surrounded by cavalry, they lost their will to fight and surrendered one after another.

Several who put up a stubborn resistance were also surrounded by the militia's long guns and eventually fell in pools of blood.

"Damn it, I'll be back!"

Turnov suddenly slashed George aside, turned his horse around, and kicked it hard in the belly, galloping rapidly towards his castle.

The black bear is brave, but not stupid. In this situation, fleeing is not shameful; he must return to the city to gather his forces and fight again!

Stop him.

George's face darkened; he was losing face. So many cavalrymen couldn't capture a single person; hadn't they been given so much rest for nothing?

He hurriedly led the Seidleitz cavalry in pursuit, but the count's mount was a precious Andalusian warhorse. Several cavalrymen tried to stop him, but they were all cleaved in two by the count's greatsword.

Just then, a rider galloped up; it was Peter, his griffin cloak billowing in the wind behind him.

"Hey, coward!"

Peter shouted and charged on horseback.

"Red-haired Peter!"

Upon hearing this mocking remark, Turnov, who was originally about to flee, suddenly turned red in the eyes, turned around to face Peter, and swung his greatsword.

Clang!

With a loud bang, the two weapons clashed, and then Turnov's greatsword spun away.

Turnov stared blankly at his empty hands. He couldn't understand how someone known for his strength could have their weapon knocked away.

"Bang!"

Before he could even react, Peter, who had turned his horse around, slammed his clenched iron fist into Turnov's helmet, knocking him off his horse.

Turnov, his bear-like body tumbling from his horse, nearly fainted from the impact. His body remained numb for a while before he felt the pain all over. Lying on the ground, he looked around in agony; he was surrounded by horse legs, a ring of cavalry encircling him.

"Whoosh!"

A pair of legs clad in iron boots dismounted from the warhorse and slowly walked towards him.

Turnov struggled to lift his eyes and saw that handsome face that shouldn't be on the battlefield—it was the red-haired Peter.

"Nobles should not lie on the ground like scoundrels."

As Peter spoke, he grabbed Turnov and, as easily as if he were toying with a scarecrow, tossed him onto the horse's back.

"Perhaps you would be happy to visit my Troski Castle, play some dice with Baron Paessen and Baron Rowan, and confirm what is written on that parchment."

"Damn it... Waaah..."

Turnov tried to retort, but his bodyguard, Blackbatos, stuffed a piece of cloth into his mouth, silencing his curses.

Uncle George looked at Peter with amazement. He hadn't expected that Peter would so easily defeat such a powerful opponent that he hadn't been able to defeat for so long.

Does this child already possess such combat talent at Seidletz Manor? How come I didn't notice?

Two of the Seidleitz cavalrymen were killed in battle, and the remaining eighteen looked at this rather legendary "young master of the family" with admiration.

Before they came here, they thought they were here to dominate the war. After they got beaten up, they realized that they were just there to play a supporting role.

"Peter, your bravery and victory today will be celebrated for a long time, I am absolutely certain of that," George said proudly.

Peter smiled gently: "The real heroes are you, everyone who fights for me."

War is the best way to teach stubborn people a lesson and the quickest way to establish a leader.

George and the Seidleitz cavalry all bowed their heads to Peter in respect.

Peter saw the troops binding prisoners and chasing deserters, smelled the blood and gunpowder in the air, and heard the groans of the wounded rising and falling. He issued several orders: "The militia should clean up the battlefield, count the casualties, treat the wounded, detain the prisoners, and garrison the area. Await my next orders."

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"Yes, sir." Militia company commander Monchi accepted the order without hesitation.

The militia took on the front-line defensive duties on the battlefield, doing the hardest work. Now they have to take on even more tedious tasks, but they have no complaints. Instead, they excitedly discuss how many battle merits they have earned, how much spoils they can get, and what furniture they can buy for their homes with spare money.

"The Griffin Guard harnessed the wagons and pulled the bronze cannons toward Turnov Castle!"

"Yes, sir."

The Lion Guard is the best equipped and, while seemingly conserving energy by staying in the back, always acts as the sharpest weapon to break through enemy lines and is the most resilient in times of crisis. They also possess the strongest will to fight continuously.

"Uncle George, organize your cavalry again and join me in a swift raid on Turnov Castle. If we can capture the castle before news of the enemy's defeat reaches us, we'll save money on subsequent artillery bombardment. The Finger of God is powerful, but firing a single shot is indeed expensive!"

"Yes, no problem."

The cavalry quickly assembled and galloped ahead, leaving the Griffin Guard far behind. An hour later, they arrived outside the majestic Turnov Castle.

Just as they raised the red and white double-tailed lion flag they had prepared beforehand, preparing to impersonate the "Prague Military Vanguard" again, the city gates opened mysteriously.

Istvan came out from inside, gave Peter a graceful bow, and said, "Lord Peter, I have been waiting for you for a long time."

Peter was also quite curious. He looked up and saw Eric and the others on the city gate tower nodding in acknowledgment. So he dismounted and walked into the city with Istvan. George was a little worried and arranged for a few people to guard the back of the city gate.

Peter asked, "Didn't I tell Eric to inform you to evacuate?"

"no need."

Istvan said with absolute confidence, "I believed that when that foolish black bear left its safe haven and faced you directly in the wild, its fate was sealed. I was safe in the city. And it turned out I was right."

"That's true, Turnov has been defeated and captured. So how did you manage to control such a large castle with only five men?"

Peter became even more curious. His original plan was to take advantage of the victory to deceive the city, and if that didn't work, to bombard it with cannons. But before either of these plans could be implemented, Istvan had given him such a big surprise.

"Haha, with my status as the king's special envoy and a little cleverness, what difficulty is there in capturing the real steward and then controlling a castle guarded by a bunch of idiots?"

István appeared calm on the surface, but was actually quite pleased with himself.

The pleasure of manipulating people made him want to confide in others, and his habit of being sarcastic and boastful was about to flare up again, but when he saw Peter's "I see" expression, he managed to hold back.

He was smart enough to understand that you have to choose who you show off to.

It is best not to show off your cleverness in front of the lord, but to always be sincere, diligent and humble.

This will help you get into the core decision-making level of adults.