Arold opened his eyes suddenly, his cheeks were full of tears, what was going on, when he sat up he found himself in the marching tent, and he seemed to have had a long dream, only when he woke up, he felt that the dream was vaguely ill-remembered, but it seemed very important. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Arrod, what are you doing, we need to hurry up and set up a siege." At this time, the curtain of the tent was lifted, and the sunlight shone on Arrod's face through the gap, and Arold hurriedly blocked it with his hand, and a rough voice sounded.

"Eve?" When he saw the one-armed man who walked in with the curtain unveiled, Arold said in surprise.

"What's wrong with you, have you seen a ghost?" Yves looked at his brother in confusion and asked him.

"I, I feel like I'm having a dream." Arold hesitated and said.

"Dreams? Arold, we are going to attack the city today, what dreams are you still talking about for me? "The elder brother Yves couldn't cry and laughed, and his younger brother, Arrod, Duke of Mecklenburg, accepted the royal mandate, and in order for Prince Otto to ascend to the throne, they had to take Karlsland for Prince Otto, and Arold had done a good job so far.

"Yes, Karlsland, we have to take it." Reminded by his brother Ive, Arold finally remembered his mission, and he mustered himself to put on his armor, the smock representing the Duke of Mechron, and a cloak of bright colors.

"The army is ready, just waiting for your order." Yves said to Arrod.

The stones were thrown at Carlsland by the whirlwind cannons mounted on the carriages, and even though the defenders of Carlsyland put up desperately resisting, they suffered heavy casualties, not to mention the rumors that King Louis IV, who had always supported them, had abandoned them, which undermined the morale of the soldiers.

A few days later, Arold was in camp with a nobleman sent by the French king, who was familiar with the defense of Karlsland, and immediately pointed out to the Duke of Mecklenburg the weakness of the town's defenses.

The Mecklenburg army stayed in the camp and watched as the catapults demolished the walls of Karlschrant, whenever the Castersians demolished the houses in the city. When they tried to plug the gap, the bolts of the bed crossbow rained down on their heads, and later the people of Karlstaland realized that the cost was even greater, so they had to abandon the attempt to plug the gap.

"The western section, the western section of the city wall was built hastily, so it is not solid." The French nobleman pointed to the map and said to Arrode, Duke of Mecklenburg.

"Great, I'll organize the Teutonic Knights, and I'll attack from here." Yves laughed and clapped his hands, of course his prosthetic leg and palm clattering together.

"Hmm." But Arrod's face was a little pale, and he fell into deep thought, feeling that the scene in front of him was so familiar, as if his own life had been rewinded.

"Arrod, what's wrong with you?" Yves looked at Arrod with a wrong face, Arrod has always been in a trance these days, and he doesn't think about the heroic and resolute Duke of Mecklenburg at all.

"It's as if I've dreamed of what I'm looking for." Arrod rubbed his temples with his fingers, and gradually he remembered in a trance that in his dream, he was shot with a crossbow arrow, and after his neck was shot through, his soul returned to modern times, back to Xue Zheng's identity life.

"What the hell is wrong with you, cheer up, isn't it all your plan?" Yves patted Arold on the shoulder with his hand, and his strength was so great that he almost slapped Arold on the table.

"That's right, okay, we can settle the battle today." Arrod grinned and rubbed his aching shoulder that had been patted by his brother, but Eve's temper had not changed at all.

"Boom~~~." With a loud bang, the walls of Karlstalan fell like a toddler baby, and the soldiers of the Mecklenburg Legion, who had long been recuperating, rushed in, desperately trying to resist the enemy's attack. The two sides fought fiercely in the narrow gaps in the wall, and the Karstalan people fought desperately to defend their homeland.

"Stand up, stand up, never let the damned enemy ransack our homeland." The mayor of Karshtaran waved his sword as he shouted to his soldiers with a soot on his face.

"Whew." At this time, the catapults of the Mecklenburg legion from outside the city walls threw burning clay oil pots into the city. Flames and smoke burst into flames, and the people of the city screamed and clamoured, as if the end had come.

"It's our turn." Yves and the Teutonic knights hid in the woods, and when he saw smoke rising from the city, he put on his helmet and said to the people around him.

Five wagons were driven out of the woods, mounted with redesigned cyclone cannons, and when the whirlwind cannons were secured, the ropes thrown were changed from human to swirling with a rotating shaft and stirred by animal power, and the cannonballs were also carved into circles by craftsmen in the smelting base.

"Ready, launch." With a command, the cannonball was fired from the whirlwind cannon and smashed the weakly defended wall, only to hear a few loud bangs, and the empty wall collapsed into several pieces.

"Rush~~~." The Teutonic knights on foot, dressed in chain mail and white smocks, helmets with barrel fully enclosed helmets, and pointed shields and swords in their hands, slowly moved towards the gap, and the surviving Karstaran soldiers on the walls fired one after another, but they were all fended off by the knights' shields and chain mail.

"This town belongs to us." Earl Ron said excitedly to Arrod, the fire burned the town, reflecting the sky as if it was stained with blood, Arold looked at the sky and the burning town, his heart seemed to want to grasp something, the situation in the dream became clearer and clearer, he seemed to have really seen the scene in front of him.

"Woo woo ~ ~~." The Mecklenburg soldiers blew their horns on the city walls, the banner of the Mecklenburg regiment fluttered on the gatehouse, and the city fell into the hands of Arrode.

"Ah~~." Even the well-trained Mecklenburg regiment could not resist the temptation of a wealthy city, and the soldiers rushed into the homes of wealthy citizens to loot, and even worse, they would attack the female dependents, and if anyone stopped the red-eyed soldiers, they would not hesitate to swing their swords and slash them. For them, this is the common sense of the world.

"We've won." Arold looked at the flag raised in the gatehouse, and he looked at his own flag and said to Ron.

"Yes, Lord Duke, the glory is yours." Count Ron said with a smile.

"Ah~~." As Count Ron accompanied Arrod into town, they heard the screams of a woman, and Arrod reined in his hip and looked towards what appeared to be an apartment inhabited by wealthy merchants, only to see several soldiers of the Duchy of Mecklenburg dragging a wealthy woman out of it.

"Hey. Stop it. Arold immediately stopped and shouted.

"Huh?" The soldier saw Arrod strangely, and he quickly let go of the hair of the woman he had grabbed and stood straight in front of Arrod.

However, when Arold blurted out, he froze, because this is not what he was like in his dreams? He remembers being shot in a dream, then his soul returns to the present day, and finally meets the reincarnated Harvey and Princess Josie.

The soldiers of the Duchy of Mecklenburg looked at the stunned duke in wonder, and seeing that the duke no longer spoke, they had to continue to do the usual thing in the war, that is, to rob the property from the woman, and the woman of the rich class was stabbed to death by an impatient soldier of the Duchy of Mecklenburg in the struggle.

"Ahh The woman screamed and fell to the ground, red blood flowing on the ground, and Arold's eyes were very glaring.

"Dead, dead?" Arold opened his mouth and stared at the dead woman with wide eyes, he should have saved the woman in his dream, but now the woman was dead.

"You guys, how dare you commit murder in front of the Duke, get out of here." Count Ron thought that these rude soldiers had offended Arrod, and hurriedly scolded them.

"Dead." Arrod only felt a chill in his body, he didn't understand why the prophetic dream was inaccurate, but he remembered that someone would shoot an arrow at him next, so his eyes kept looking around.

"Die, tyrant." The mayor of Karlsyland saw Arold in a pile of rubble, and he picked up the dead soldier's crossbow and shot it at him.

"Whoosh~~." The crossbow bolt burst through the air with a sharp sound and shot towards Arrod, but Arold, who had long been alert, quickly leaned down, and the crossbow flew almost above his head, and his helmet was wiped off.

"There are assassins, there are assassins, protecting the Duke." Count Ron stared dumbfounded at the crossbow bolts that flew past, and when Arold's helmet fell, his voice changed, and he drew his sword in a panic and shouted loudly.

"Protect the Duke, protect the Duke." The knights of the Duke of Mecklenburg hurriedly formed a circle, and they protected Arrod with their bodies and pointed shields in their hands.

And the soldiers of the Duchy of Mecklenburg also hurriedly rushed in the direction of the crossbow arrows with the halberds in their hands, and they were furious and looked around for the murderer who tried to assassinate Arrod, who was a leader who led the soldiers of the Duchy of Mecklenburg from victory to victory.

Soon the mayor of Karlschlan was caught, and when he was dragged to Arrod, Arold saw that his face was swollen like a pig's head, and it looked like the rude and straightforward soldiers of the Duchy of Mecklenburg had entertained him on the way to him.

"Bao, Bao-kun." But the mayor of Karlsland still managed to raise his head, spat at Arrod, and cursed from the few remaining teeth.