Meissen-beenbergerbert watched as his castle was reduced to a myriad of broken ashlars, carried away piece by piece by carts of two oxen, and the once colorful striped porches had turned into air foam, and none of the beautiful maidens like little turtledoves were gone.

Now he was the Landless King, and his Frisians had been slain one by one by the Emperor's Swabian swordsmen on the cold walls, and the whimpering cold wind reminded him of the Teutons' horns.

"My ancestors fought to the death against the Norse in a blizzard, just to make a name for themselves." "I have followed a great emperor (Rudolf von Reinfelden) in battle, personally climbed the majestic Brocken Mountain, traversed the camps of the Southern Army, and my spear shattered countless shields and iron armor...... Now here I am, guarding the frontier for an evil tyrant. ”

"My lord, the blood of the north has been drained, the boy of the Wittin family has already broken his courage now, Saplin Castle heard that it was slaughtered by a group of Italian knights, since we have been released, now we can only do what the puppet emperor wants. When one of the sons of the puppet emperor enters Saxony, I am afraid that this land will also surrender. Henry, the warden of the castle of Benber, replied sadly.

"What's going on with Welf?"

"The Duke of Bavaria can't take care of us at the moment, and the Swabians and the puppet emperor are probably already giving up to his territory."

Egbert felt no sympathy, only loneliness, as he had felt when he had awakened from the ruined castle in front of him.

They were all dead, and I was the only one left.

The interludes in the fighting in Lombardy give the illusion that true peace has been restored to this sun-drenched land, and only the empty orchards are alive and well revealing the truth about the land.

Angus awoke from a castle without any clothing, his muscular upper body, which was quite out of proportion to his age, exposed to the sunlight and provoked a lazy admiration.

"I thought you were finally dead in your bed."

"I probably will." Angus took a bite of dried fruit, "I felt like I was waking up a sleeping volcano." ”

A robe was thrown over the bed.

"Where's your little lover?"

"She's not my lover." Angus emphasized for the twentieth time.

"You're lovely together, it's a charming little goblin."

"I have to go to the barracks."

"Looks like I should give you some more pay."

Angus shrugged: "I'm sure Gilic will be happy." ”

"And I have to endure the moral admonition of your clergy friend." "If I were pregnant, he would have taken out the law and stoned me." ”

"I'm leaving." Angus removed the leather sword belt and chain mail from the weapon rack and left the hostess's room in disheveled clothes.

Angus loved being in the barracks, and even after Dagobert "accidentally" leaked to himself that the old owner of those soldiers, "Master of Elegance" Renaud, was the last lover of the female uncle, he still liked to be with the soldiers.

The manual given to him by Robert Mallett also became his reading material between trainings, and although he instinctively trusted his adoptive father's teachings, the cold words in the book almost had a controlling power in the heart, like an oracle that had traveled through time and space, imperiously making people obey and believe.

Matilda also never shied away from talking about Renault in front of him - that "old bastard", and Angus was her "little bastard".

"I don't understand why you refused my money, Renault spent more than a year's worth of your military pay in one morning." One day, she said this to him.

Angus remembers that he then retaliated and plunged into her body like a knife, so that she no longer dared to joke freely.

I am the son of my father, the heir of Molay, and I only sell my sword - I am not an illegitimate child who sells my body.

However, the words of the Normans came to mind at the right time: you have more than a sword.

Then he remembered the thighs that were as smooth as the silk of the female side, and his lower body was immediately as hard as iron, and when he approached the barracks, Angus banished the distracting thoughts.

As a mercenary commander, he initially took over not so much an army as a guard of honor, and due to the personal hobby of a certain "master of elegance" who was greased and whitewashed, these guys lacked both experience in warfare and lack a good reputation, they were all beautiful soldiers who followed the lord in and out of the court, and their bodies were as clean as chess pieces.

But Angus refused to succumb to their unreasonable words, let alone be an indifferent puppet, at first in order to save his life, he used his long sword to force these people into the enemy camp to sneak attack, fortunately, at that time, the Tuscan rebels experienced half a day of fighting, coupled with a sudden attack, caught off guard, he relied on his personal martial arts to solve the resistance of the remnants of the enemy without difficulty.

Once he had officially become the leader of the army, Angus began to correct any mistakes in the battalion, first throwing away all the flashy and light shields that Reiner liked, letting the soldiers use the kite-shaped shields of the northerners, and then letting them practice fighting in dense formations. After having everyone train in iron armor and establish a million-hearted, invincible faith, Angus had completely transformed the habits of his subordinates, who no longer wasted their money on beautiful clothes and cutlery, but were more willing to invest in silver cuirasses and horse harnesses, and only delicate women remained the weakness of the soldiers - Angus himself was not in a position to blame these men.

Fortunately, a samurai in bright armor seemed to be able to win the hearts of women more than a gangster who wore gold and silver, and was greased and powdered, and the soldiers forgot the pain of daily training and pursued the image of a strong-willed, brave and fierce tough guy.

Angus passed by a guard who saluted with his spear raised, and pressed the hilt of his sword casually.

Next time, I will protect her, and the highland warriors should guard their women, even if the offender is the Roman emperor himself.