The Bohemians were a semi-nomadic, semi-agrarian people, and migration was the most common thing for them, and when they received information that there was a gap to cross the Elbe, they immediately stopped entangled with the Combine under the castle. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"Your Majesty, will you just let them go?" However, some Bohemian nobles were not convinced, saying that the Bohemians were killed and wounded by fire under the castle, which was really hateful to the proud Bohemian nobles.

"Rest assured, my friends, do you know why I tied up the captured East Frankish nobles in the camp?" The King of Bohemia, on horseback and following his army, spoke to the Bohemian nobles who surrounded him.

"Why?" The nobles asked, puzzled.

"When the East Frankish generals learn that we have found a gap in their defenses, they will surely follow us in anxious pursuit, and we will give them a taste of what they can do then." The King of Bohemia said with a smug smile.

"What if they don't dare chase after them because they're timid?" Some people asked curiously.

"Then we and our people will be able to cross the Elbe and attack the hinterland of their territory." The King of Bohemia laughed and said that this ploy was a ploy that killed two birds with one stone.

Indeed, as the King of Bohemia had said, the Saxon general could not allow the Bohemians to bypass the defenses, and after gathering the Saxon and Thuringian soldiers, he hurried behind the Bohemian army, hoping to stop the Bohemian invasion.

At the very moment when the great battle was about to break out, Herman's army of Mecklenburg vassals also moved south, but between them and the combined army was another army.

"Gray Law~~." Herman was on his horse, and he saw an army of about five hundred men lined up along the muddy wetlands.

"Ladies and gentlemen, there is an army of radar people in front of us, how should we deal with it?" Herman turned his horse and returned to the camp, where the vassals set up camp near the edge of the forest, and Ives and the other vassals waited for Herman in front of the tent, and when Herman rode back to the camp and jumped off his horse, they held a simple military meeting.

"The people of Radar are known among us Slavs as warriors among warriors, so we must not be careless." Ms. Marty said to Herman.

"I see, but we don't have time to get around them, so we have to beat the radar." Herman nodded, and when he observed the people on the radar, he noticed that every soldier on the other side looked very strong, indeed the elite of the Slavs.

"Ha, if you want me to say don't be afraid, just wave the army to attack!" Yves held the wine glass in his hand, and he said nonchalantly that when he was under Arrod's account, he was only responsible for attacking, attacking, and attacking again, and as for planning and other things, his brother was worried about it.

"The offense is definitely going to be attacked, but it requires a certain method, the opponent is entrenched in the wetland, where it is easy to defend and difficult to attack, which is not good for us." Count Ron thought for a moment and said, although he was not convinced by Herman's sudden surge, but as a vassal he knew his duty.

"Lord Ron is right, so be it! We just arrived today, and the soldiers are very tired, so let's rest and make plans tomorrow. Herman stood in front of the tent and said to the vassals.

"Of course, that's for the best." Julian agreed to Herman's order, and it was not a good idea to attack while the soldiers were tired.

While the vassals dispersed in front of their tents and went to their soldiers' camps, Herman stopped Count Ron and left him behind.

"Lord Ron, please stay." Herman said.

"What's wrong?" Count Ron's brow furrowed, he always had a grudge against Herman, and it was recently rumored that Herman got the position of leader because of Arold's sister, which made Count Ron think that Herman was a guy who rose to power by nepotism.

"I am very inspired by your words in today's meeting, and I hope to invite you to a glass of wine so that I can have the opportunity to ask for advice from a battlefield veteran like you." Herman said to Count Ron.

"Hehe, a glass of wine should be fine." A smile appeared on the corner of Count Ron's mouth, and anyone likes to compliment, and Count Ron is no exception.

Earl Ron and Herman went into the tent, and a few glasses were placed on the wooden table, and an attendant came to the oak barrel and poured delicious wine for the two adults, and the two sat at the wooden table and tasted the wine.

"Lord Ron, when did you start following Lord Duke?" Herman held his glass, looked at Count Ron, and saw that his face was much more relaxed, so he asked.

"It's been a long time! Baron Wendell was still alive then! Earl Ron drank his wine, holding his glass in both hands, and Herman's words brought back his memories, so he said.

"Lord Wendell, is he the father of Lord Duke?" Herman asked.

"That's right, a man who can be called a model of knighthood, but it's a pity that he died under the conspiracy." Earl Ron said regretfully.

"However, the Duke has inherited the Baron's legacy, and now even the royal family is impressed with the Wendell family." Herman continued.

"Hahaha, Lord Duke and Lord Wendell are not the same kind of people, since I followed Lord Duke, I have never been able to guess Lord Duke's mind, all I can do is try to follow in the footsteps of Lord Duke." Count Ron said with a wry smile.

"Lord Ron, if it were Lord Duke, what would he do in the face of the current situation?" Herman asked.

"There must be a way for the Duke's words, although I don't know what the method is, but in addition to a hard-hitting attack, there must be other ways to force the people in the radar to get out of the wetlands and start a battle in a place that is beneficial to us." Count Ron thought for a moment and said to Herman.

"What could it be?" Herman listened to Count Ron's words, and suddenly realized that it was true that the wetlands were really not conducive to warfare, and the swamp divided the land into several pieces, like a castle trench, and the people in the radar only needed to guard the entrance, which was enough to resist several times the attackers.

"If I think so, it's probably a whirlwind cannon! Count Yves should have it, and with a whirlwind cannon, he can get those people on the radar out of the wetlands. Count Ron put down his glass and said to Herman.

"Whirlwind cannon?" Herman hadn't heard the name for the first time, but he had never seen anything real.

"yes, ah, I've had enough." Earl Ron stood up and said with a full hiccup.

"You're welcome, Earl, there's still a lot of wine here, so it doesn't matter if you drink it tonight." Herman quickly stood up and said to Count Ron.

"Don't get me wrong, I didn't approve of you just because I drank two glasses of wine, you have to recognize this clearly, Lord Herman, just because I am a vassal of the Duke of Mecklenburg, and it is the task given to me by the Duke to help you win, so even if I don't like you, I will still contribute my experience." Count Ron snorted, and after saying to Herman, he reached out and lifted the tent curtain and walked out.

"Lord Ron." Herman smiled bitterly, he also knew that because of his relationship with Lena, there was some misunderstanding among the vassals, but he got the definite news from the mouth of Count Ron, and gradually had a plan in his heart.

In the wetland, Count Radar also looked at the opposite side, the campfire of the Mecklenburg people was like a star, although there were thousands of soldiers, but Count Radar was not afraid, even a little excited, he was eager to fight, eager to be on the battlefield, to contribute his own or the blood of the enemy to the god of war of the Slavs.

"Lord Earl, those pigs on the other side don't have the guts to attack us, they seem to be encamping." A radar warrior with a long-handled axe said to the Count.

"What are your good ideas, Turazov?" Count Radar stroked his beautiful beard and said to the warrior.

"Please let me take someone to attack them at night." Turazov shook his tomahawk and said to his count.