The Plan Falls Apart: Try It and Die

Caspian, while in prison, found his mentor, Dr. Cornelius.

The fat old man with a beard and hair was fast asleep on a bed made of straw. As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Caspian unlocking his handcuffs.

"What are you doing here?" Cornelius looked at him with a mixture of surprise and anger. "I helped you escape, not so you could break into this place. You have to leave before Miraz finds you."

"He'll find out soon enough." Caspian placed Cornelius's glasses in his hands and chuckled easily. "I'm going to give him your room."

After saying that, Caspian prepared to leave the cell and help Aaron open the castle gate.

Cornelius quickly pulled him back, "Don't underestimate Miraz like your father did."

"What did you say?" Caspian's eyes widened suddenly as he realized that his father's death was somewhat suspicious.

Cornelius was silent for a few seconds, then said, "I'm sorry."

Upon hearing this apologetic reply, Caspian immediately confirmed his suspicions: his uncle had murdered his father for the throne, while he had been kept in the dark all along.

Caspian lost his mind and rushed toward Miraz's room.

He couldn't care less about the battle plan anymore; at this moment, his father's death was more important to him than anything else.

Knowing the castle well, he found Miraz before Peter and Susan, waking him from his slumber with the cold tip of his sword.

"Caspian? What are you doing?" Miraz's wife, who is now the queen of the Telmarine, looked at her nephew in astonishment, not understanding why he was doing this.

"I think this is quite obvious," Miraz said calmly, without the slightest panic. "Some relatives will feel that this action is inappropriate."

"That didn't stop you..."

"But you're not like me either!" Miraz calmly took a step forward, while Caspian seemed afraid of being killed and took a half step back.

"What a pity, this is the first time you've shown such backbone, but it's all for nothing."

The queen had somehow produced a crossbow and aimed it at Caspian.

"Put down the sword, Caspian. I don't want to do this."

"We didn't want to do this either." Susan and Peter arrived just in time, and she aimed a red arrow at the Queen.

The situation suddenly became complicated, with both sides hesitant to act rashly.

Miraz suppressed his anger and shrugged helplessly. "This was supposed to be a private room."

"What are you doing here? You should have opened the door," Peter said, looking at Caspian with a weary expression.

"Aaron is in charge of the City Gate; he'll handle it well."

"Do you really think a fifteen-year-old can open the City Gate by himself?" Susan said speechlessly. "Without you, he probably wouldn't even know where he is."

"Fifteen years old? A child?" Caspian seemed to have heard a joke, and his hand holding the sword trembled slightly. "You haven't seen how he interrogated me."

Honestly, it's fortunate he's not our enemy, otherwise even if all of us joined forces, we wouldn't be able to beat him.

"Looks like you've made some new friends," Miraz said with a smile. "Could you introduce me to them?"

"Shut up." Caspian pointed at Miraz's neck. "Tell me the truth. Did you kill my father?"

Miraz's expression froze instantly. "You came here for this?"

"You said your brother died in his sleep." The queen seemed to have remembered something, looking at her husband with suspicion and uncertainty.

"In a sense, you could say that," Miraz admitted. "In fact, I was very humane; he died without any pain."

"How could you do this?" the queen said, stunned.

"You would have done the same if you were in my shoes. For our son's sake, you should pull the trigger now." Miraz said as he slowly stepped forward, blood gushing from his neck as the Longsword pierced his neck.

"Stop!" the queen shouted.

With the crossbow pointed at him, Caspian had no choice but to retreat. He was certain that if Miraz died, his aunt would not hesitate to shoot him into a sieve.

"Do you want our son to be king?" Miraz continued aggressively, "Or do you want him to be a second Caspian, a vagrant father?"

Upon hearing this, the queen's face turned pale, and she screamed as she pulled the trigger.

The crossbow bolt struck Caspian squarely in the shoulder, and the sharp pain made him drop his Longsword.

Miraz acted decisively, bursting through the door and running out.

Susan immediately shot an arrow, but unfortunately it was blocked by the door and missed.

The Queen's scream carried very far, startling Edmund, who was waiting for Peter's signal in the tower. He dropped his flashlight, which was picked up by a soldier.

The soldier pressed the button on it without thinking, and the bright light shone into his eyes, almost making him throw the thing away.

The Narnia army outside the castle looked on, completely bewildered, at the beam of light swaying from side to side on the tower.

What does this signal mean? The battle plan didn't mention this!

Clang! Clang! Clang!

An alarm sounded inside the castle, signifying an invasion by foreign enemies.

All the soldiers were alarmed and rushed out of the barracks with their weapons.

While yawning, Aaron rubbed his eyes in a daze, speechless as he listened to the alarm blaring outside.

While plans can't always keep up with changes, this change is just too big!

Before the attack signal was given, the alarm inside the castle went off instead, meaning they had completely lost their advantage in the surprise attack.

"It's time to go." Aaron stretched his limbs, then Apparition and stood openly in front of the turntable switch.

He can't control which part of the plan goes wrong, but his part is always flawless.

A white light on the tower caught Aaron's eye. He looked closely and saw Edmund engaged in fierce hand-to-hand combat with a Telmar soldier, while the flashlight lay quietly in the corner.

"Holy crap! What kind of luck is this?"

"Edmund, quick, signal! Attack!" Peter, sword in hand, rushed out of the castle and sprinted toward the City Gate, the soldiers unable to stop him along the way.

"I'm busy here!" Edmund said anxiously, and in his haste, he picked up a flashlight and slapped it on the soldier's head.

The soldier fainted, but the flashlight also malfunctioned.

Peter, Susan, and Caspian arrived at the City Gate, panting heavily. They breathed a sigh of relief when they saw that Aaron had already opened the City Gate.

"Send the retreat signal!" Aaron said earnestly. "We have suffered no losses, and it's not too late to abandon the plan now."

"No, this is our only chance," Peter said stubbornly. "We can take the castle."

"Are you an idiot?" Aaron shouted angrily. "The Telmarine have already sounded the alarm. Tonight, we're not launching a surprise attack, we're going to launch a full-scale assault."

"I don't deny it, but at least we've taken the drawbridge and the City Gate, so we don't have to face the formidable city walls."

Moreover, our army is far better prepared than the Telmarine; we certainly cannot win this battle.

Aaron rolled his eyes, speechless. "Where do you get your confidence? Let me make it clear beforehand, I won't help you kill people randomly."

Besides, and I don't mean to discourage you, the truth is we absolutely cannot take this city tonight.

How will you know if you don't try?

Aaron's lips twitched slightly, and he gave Peter a thumbs up for his stubbornness.

He then turned to Susan, "Was your brother drunk before he left? Does he know what those words mean?"

Just Susan was about to say something, she heard soft footsteps outside.

The centaur leader led the Narnia army across the drawbridge and stormed into the city through the City Gate.

It turned out that within a minute and a half of their conversation, Edmund had repaired the flashlight and initiated the first signal.

Peter seized the opportunity to raise his Longsword, shouting, "For Narnia!"

The king boosted morale, and the entire army poured into the city.

Susan and Caspian had no choice but to join the battle and fight against the Telmar soldiers.

"Wortefa!" Aaron couldn't help but swear. He really wondered if he was cursed, as his teammates always managed to drive him crazy.

The Narnia army quickly clashed with the Telmar soldiers. Although outnumbered, the Narnian possessed not only intelligence but also their own racial talents.

The half-goat and the goat-man were agile and could even scale walls. They possessed immense strength, making them virtually unstoppable. Reepicheep rushed over from the control room, leading two henchmen as they swiftly traversed the ground to help alleviate the pressure on the others.

"Idiot, I've never seen such an idiot." Aaron watched Peter fighting hard in the crowd, showing no intention of helping him at all.

He said he wanted to give it a try, so let's give it a try and see what happens.

The Narnian are currently barely able to hold their own against the Telmarine, but once the Telmarine' reinforcements arrive, they will be completely outmatched.

Just as he was inwardly lamenting that his opponent was utterly incompetent and more likely to cause trouble than anything else, two Telmar soldiers charged at him.

"Hey! Hey! Hey!"

"I'm already being merciful by not helping him, but you guys are courting death, that's another matter." Aaron retorted speechlessly, then wielded his sword with both hands, Cleansweep the blade horizontally and sending a soldier flying.

As he turned around, he grabbed the hilt of the first soldier's sword with one hand and plunged the sword into his chest.

"Archers, locate the target."

An officer shouted, and dozens of soldiers armed with bows and crossbows occupied the high ground of the castle.

As Edmund was retreating from the tower, he ran into a line of archers. He jumped down from the tower and kicked one of the archers off the wall, but he also came into the sight of the other archers.

Gollum!

Edmund swallowed hard, took off running, and before a hail of swords could reach him, he slipped through a door and bolted it shut with a flashlight.

But to his utter surprise, there was a tower behind the door, and he was trapped and died on it.

Miraz stood smugly on the city wall, watching the battle below. He suddenly felt that there was no need to build that bridge in Beruna.

Caspian, the Narnia survivors are all here.

Once the City Gate are closed, they'll be trapped like turtles in a jar, and we can wipe them all out tonight.