The flames burst out from the foot of the fortifications on the periphery of the castle in several ways, it turned out that flammable dry wood and whale oil had been buried in the fortifications for a long time, and there was a puddle in one of the areas where these ravines were concentrated on the surface, in fact, the puddle that was not easy to notice was also full of oil, and the rocket fired by the archer was in the middle of the oil, causing this fire. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Wow~~." The soldiers in the fortifications let out screams, and although humans have evolved to use fire, their biological instincts make them fear the flames, especially the companions around them who have become fireballs, and the crowded Bohemian soldiers cannot turn around to escape.

"Let me go." In the terror of the flames, someone brandished the weapon in his hand and turned to kill his companion, which caused even more confusion.

"God, what did we do?" The Count of Thuringia, who was on the ramparts, smelled the smell of cooked meat, and he took out a linen handkerchief, hid it in his mouth and nose, and watched the fireballs rolling desperately in the fortifications of the castle.

"Hmm." The Saxon general looked at the scene in front of him, he did not expect that this strategy was so cruel, it simply moved hell to the earth.

This reminded the Saxon general that on the night he had decided his plan, he had sat with the Count of Thuringia in the main tower, with only a few candles lit on a humble wooden table in the darkness of the night.

"The Bohemians are numerous, and even if we try to defend them, we may not be able to defend them." The Saxon general sat opposite the Count of Thuringia, with a wooden cup in his hand, but it was not wine but water.

"If that's the case, I'm afraid you won't win if you don't use strategy." The Count of Thuringia crossed his arms and said to the Saxon general.

"What do you have a good idea, Lord Earl?" The Saxon general was originally only before the war, because of the accumulated emotions in his subconscious, he needed to confide in people, but he did not expect that the count of Thuringia seemed to have a solution.

"Fire attack." The Count of Thuringia took the empty flask next to it and placed it in the middle of the wooden table as a castle, and then took the cup of the Saxon general and placed it in front to represent the fortifications on the periphery of the castle.

"Fire?" The Saxon general asked in surprise.

"Yes, oil is poured here, and the Bohemians who want to take the castle first have to take the outer fortifications, and when they enter, they will set it on fire." The Count of Thuringia pointed to the cup filled with water and said to the Saxon general, while the flame of the candle on the wooden table flickered a few times.

The Saxon general did not expect this strategy to succeed, and the Bohemians did not know that they stepped into the trap, and the fire attack caused the Bohemians to suffer heavy losses, and even the Bohemian cavalry on the periphery of the fortifications were confused by the convulsions of the horses, and suddenly lost the ability to attack.

"I am truly impressed by your wisdom, Lord Earl." The Saxon general looked at the miraculous victory in front of him and couldn't help but praise the Count of Thuringia.

"Actually, I stole this ploy from someone else." The Count of Thuringia put down the linen handkerchief that was hidden from his mouth and nose and said to the Saxon general.

"A stolen ploy?" The Saxon general looked at the Count of Thuringia in confusion.

"The Duke of Mecklenburg is a man who likes to set fires, he likes nothing more than to lead the enemy into a trap and then burn them all in one go, and he has a fire that cannot be extinguished with water, oh Madonna, I will never be against him." The Count of Thuringia drew a cross on his chest and said to the Saxon general.

"Duke of Mecklenburg?" The Saxon general listened and was even more curious about Arold.

Wearing a crown on his head, the folds of his blond hair that matched his shawl, he wore a Frankish robe, an emerald necklace around his neck, and a sword on a leather belt around his waist, and below him stood rows of courtiers, all looking respectfully at Arold on the throne.

"Thank you, my vassals, for hearing my call and coming to fulfill your vows." With a kind smile on his face, Arold said to his vassals.

"Arold, we have brought the army, when shall we go, so that we may teach the stinking Bohemians a lesson." Earl Yve's rugged voice echoed in the antechamber, and as the eldest son of the Wendell family, Arold's elder brother was also the most powerful assistant, and no one would object to being regarded as the head of the vassals.

"That's right, honorable Duke, my wife and I will lead a thousand soldiers of Wille at your disposal and will fight in the name of the Duke." Julian also stepped forward, wearing a piece of chain mail and a dark green cloak behind him, showing his loyalty to Arrode.

"I have brought six hundred soldiers to be dispatched." The Earl of Lübeck said to Arrod.

"I have brought 1,200 Viking warriors to fight for you." Earl Ron said to Arrod.

"Very well, Brother Elvet has arranged for the warriors to be stationed outside the castle, and to provide them with food and lodging as much as possible, and tomorrow I will appoint Herman. Lord Billon leads you to support the royal army. Arold nodded with satisfaction, it seems that the vassals are still loyal to him, and they have sent almost most of the military strength of their territory.

"Herman. Billund? But when Arold wanted to appoint an obscure nobleman as the leader, the vassals began to talk about it.

"This Herman. Who the hell is Billund? ”

"I don't know, I haven't heard of it."

"Stop talking, Herman. Billund was a courtier sent by His Majesty King Otto to Arrode. Count Yves explained to the others.

"But isn't it the Duke who is leading us? Or at least it should be you, Lord Count Yve. Count Ron said with some dissatisfaction.

Arold didn't speak, he watched the discussion of the vassals, it is true that the choice of this leader is really unexpected by everyone, how can a little-known young man become the commander of the army of the Duchy of Mecklenburg.

"Herman, please come out and let the grown-ups see you." Arold looked among the courtiers and said loudly.

"Yes." Herman. Billon was also very surprised, he didn't come back to his senses for a long time, as a new courtier, he never thought that Arold would give him the responsibility of leading the leader, and for a moment he thought he had heard it wrong.

When Herman. When Billon walked out, the vassals looked at him with critical eyes, although this young nobleman who looked heroic was very pretentious, but the generals who led the army to fight were not in vain, once the commander was not qualified, then it was likely to lead to the destruction of the army.

"Ladies and gentlemen." Herman. Billon bowed slightly politely to the vassals, his attitude was neither humble nor arrogant, and the corners of Arrod's mouth showed an imperceptible smile.

"Well, since Arrod thinks he's qualified, I have no opinion." Count Yve's brow furrowed slightly, but he seemed to remember something, and nodded in agreement to Arryd.

"What, Count Yve, don't you think about it anymore?" Count Ron said unconvinced.

"I also agree, I am willing to do at the behest of Lord Herman, as long as it is the will of Lord Duke." Julian turned to Arrod and said that he had been expelled from the court for disobeying Arrod's orders without permission, and that he had finally eased relations with Arrod, so he was completely obedient to Arrod.

"Since you have no opinions, of course I am also following the orders of the sovereign." Count Lübeck looked at the two great vassals who agreed and quickly nodded in agreement.

"Okay, okay, I'm willing to obey and fight in the name of Lord Duke." Although Count Ron was a little reluctant, he was helpless at this time.

"Then this matter is settled, Herman, you must have a few more drinks at the banquet tonight, and thank all the adults who have lifted you up so much!" Arold winked at Herman and said with a teasing look.

"Yes, Lord Duke." Herman looked at Arold crying and laughing, he didn't understand why Arold would make himself a leader, but he couldn't help but be excited in his heart, he had been looking forward to a chance to get ahead, and now this opportunity suddenly came to his head, he even thought he was in a dream.

Herman. Billon's excitement had been hard to quench, and when he had dispersed from the court council, he couldn't help but want to share the joy with those closest to him at the court of Mecklenburg.

"Where's Miss Lena?" Herman came to Lena's room, grabbed one of the attendants and asked.

"Probably in the courtyard!" The squire said to Herman.

Herman. Billon hurriedly came to the courtyard, and as soon as he entered the courtyard, he heard the frightened screams of several maids, and Herman, who thought something had happened, rushed over.

"Miss Lena, come down, it's too dangerous."

"Oh God, Virgin Mary~~." The maids looked up at a kumquat tree, and Lena stepped on the branch with her bare feet, her hands grasping a branch overhead, and moving forward.

"Meow~~." A gray kitten lay on a tree for some reason, probably because it was too small, and it didn't move because it was scared.

"Don't be afraid, kitten, I'm here~~." Lena tried to reach for the kitten with her hand, but the cat stepped back, looking at Lena with big eyes and confusion.

"Miss Lena, watch out for the branches, come quickly." The maids saw that the branch on which Lena was stepping on creaked with crushing, and a timid maid had fainted in fright.

"Got it." Lena leaned forward and took the kitten in her arms, but at last the branch was overwhelmed and cracked through the roots.

"Gacha~~." The branch snapped in two, and Lena fell with the cat in her arms, screaming from the maids under the tree.