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"Lord Count." Turazov came to Count Radar, and he hesitated as if he had something to say to Count Radar.

"What's the matter?" Count Radar asked.

"We've found that hidden shortcut, but I'm afraid there's an ambush from the Mecklens at the exit." Turazov said to Count Radar.

"This is also predictable." Count Radar nodded, and sure enough, the Mecklenburger had infiltrated his camp through a shortcut, and he was only a little lamented by the god of war's disgrace to him.

"Lord Earl, if it were a minority, it would be possible to leave here at night." Turazov looked at Count Radarri and said to him.

"What do you mean by that?" Count Radarri listened to Turazov's words and looked at Turazov in a daze, and from his words seemed to be able to discern some implication.

"Lord Earl, you can escape from there, and I'll leave it to me." Turazov said to Count Radar.

"Let me leave my warrior behind and run away?" Earl Radar said with a disdainful smile.

"Understood." Turazov saw the determination of the Count of Radar, nodded and said.

"I have two sons and a good wife, and even if I die here, there will be an heir who will continue to lead the Radari clan, so I can't tarnish the honor of the family." Count Radar said as he patted Turazov on the shoulder.

"Knowing the Earl, I will accompany you to fight until the last moment." Turazov made a firm promise to the count.

"Who are we?" Suddenly, the Count of Radar raised his head and shouted loudly to the busy soldiers in Radar.

"We're on the radar." The soldiers on the radar around them stopped what they were doing, looked at their Count, and replied loudly.

"That's right, our unyielding Radar Man." Count Radar raised his right fist and slammed it into his heart.

"Oh woo, oh woo, oh woo~~." The soldiers in the radar proudly used the same movements, tapping their chests and shouting loudly, as if to make the heavenly god of war look at this heroic army.

Arold walked out of the tent just in time to hear the battle cries of the people in the radar, compared to the worried looks of the vassals, Arold looked at the other party's camp with interest, and the camp of the Mecklenburgers looked a little solemn.

"Ah, you guys, how do you make it look like we're on the besieged side." Arold looked at the surrounding vassals and said in a mocking tone.

"I'm sorry Lord Duke." Herman said with some embarrassment.

"Tsk, alright, let's gather the soldiers, let's have some entertainment!" Arold instructed Herman and the others.

"Lord Duke, there are no bards or wandering entertainers with the army here." Herman opened his mouth in surprise and said to Arrod, who had thought that Arold had gathered the crowd to make a military decision.

"Yes, Lord Duke, you better quickly set an offensive strategy for me!" Count Ron said anxiously.

"I don't have any strategy, I said I just passed by here on the way to hunt, I just came out to relax, tsk, since you didn't bring wandering artists, it just so happens that I have some entertainment." Arold touched the beard on his lips and said with a mysterious smile.

The news of the annihilation of the combined army led by the Saxon general soon reached Otto's ears, and the Count of Thuringia was unable to stop the Bohemians who had only to cross the Elbe and invade the heart of the East Frankish kingdom.

"Your Majesty, what shall we do now?" The courtiers looked together at Otto, who was sitting on the throne.

"Gather all the soldiers in the castles and towns of the Duchy of Saxony at once, and I will personally lead them against the Bohèmes." King Otto stood up, wearing a golden crown on his head, a Frankish robe, and a gold necklace around his neck, full of majesty, and Otto announced loudly to the crowd.

"Send all the soldiers of the castle and town out, then who will protect the castle and town?" The courtiers were astonished to hear this, this was a desperate bet, and if this army failed again, the Bohemians would almost be left in a no-man's land.

"Then everything will be in the hands of our Lord in heaven, for I have died in battle with the enemy." Otto said in firm words.

Soon, the soldiers of every castle and town in the Duchy of Saxony were assembled in the name of the king, and the well-trained sergeants of the castles, dressed in chain mail and armed with spears and pointed shields, marched in a neat line in the direction designated by the king.

The townsmen were mostly burghers, the wealthy of whom would buy leather armor and handy weapons, and the poor, who would have a wooden shield and old spears, and who were less than two-thirds armed with armor and sophisticated weapons, but fortunately they were numerous.

"Raise the banner of Saxony and fight in the name of the king to expel the ugly and vile bohemias." The mayor of the town and other officials kept announcing loudly to the soldiers at the city gate.

"Bless you in the name of God and Our Lady for valiant battles against the evil tribes of the East, and God will grant you the opportunity to go to heaven." Priests and priests held aloft crosses and blessed the soldiers who passed by, and the soldiers came to the priests and priests to kiss the rosary in their hands or the cross they were holding, begging for God's favor.

"Otto is finished." Standing on the steps of his mansion, Donkmar whispered to his companions as he watched the militiamen gathered past him.

"Donkmar, there's something we need to tell you." But his companions didn't think so, and they said to Donkmar.

"What?" Donkmar asked, puzzled.

"We will take our swords and horses and obey the summons to serve." The young Saxon nobles said to Donkmaar.

"Are you crazy? Are you going to betray me and go to Otto? Donkmaar listened to the angry glaring of his friends, and he felt betrayed.

"You are not right, Lord Donkmar, our dearest friend, we are not going to Otto, our friendship has not changed." A young Saxon aristocrat said.

"We are fighting for East Franconia, we are fighting for Saxony, we are fighting for God." Another Saxon nobleman said excitedly.

"This is a call from the king, not just an order from Otto, please understand." The other Saxon nobles said to Donkmar.

After saying this, the young Saxon nobles said goodbye to Donkmaar, and they stepped on their horses, carrying swords and shields, followed by the family soldiers, and also headed in the direction the king had specified, leaving only a stunned Donkmar.

"Sons of East Francia, nobles of Saxony, obey the orders of your king, it will be a battle that will go down in history, glorify God! Glorify your family! Glorify yourself! "Otto wore an iron helmet with two crowns on top of it, and he was dressed in elaborate chain mail, with a black Imperial Eagle emblazoned on his blouse, and a black cloak fluttering behind him.

"Oh oh oh oh~~." The soldiers assembled in front of Otto raised their weapons and shouted loudly, and everyone was excited, they felt that they had become one with the kingdom on earth.

"Forward." Otto drew the sword at his waist and pointed in the direction of the east of the Elbe, and the army of six thousand men began to move slowly, the bright square banners of the nobles, the triangular swallowtail banners of the knights, and the flags of the towns fluttered over the army like a sea.