For Carl, it was no big deal to capture a small rural village that wasn't even named on the map. There was no need to use force in the first place.
"There are only children, old people, and women."
The rebels who attacked on the road had been drawn from surrounding villages, including this one. Most of those who remained in the village were unable to fight, and only a small number of men stayed to protect the village.
A force of fewer than ten farmers could not stop Carl's forces, including the Master.
The village had no fences, only a fence that reached up to their chests, so it was only natural that they surrendered.
"Bring everyone in the village."
Carl gathered the people together with a firm order.
The villagers, trembling with anxiety, had no choice but to follow silently as they watched the forty imperial soldiers mounted on horses, those who were clearly knights, and Carl, clad in a noble red cloak.
