"I've made my decision. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info "The King of Bohemia rose from his throne and knew that he had to make a decision as the commander of the kingdom.

The nobles all looked to the king, they waited for the king's orders, and the only advantage of the Bohemians in difficult times was to unite under the king's leadership.

"Go to war, for the prosperity of our people, against the East Franks." The King of Bohemia raised his fist and shouted loudly to the nobles.

"Go to war, go to war." The Bohemian nobles also raised their fists and shouted in response, they were tired of feasts and calm, and only war could bring them wealth and land.

Looking at the belligerent cries of the Bohemians in the hall, Brother Robert smiled at the corners of his mouth, he knew that his mission was accomplished, that the fire was exactly what he had ordered the Bavarian knights to hire the villains, and that there would always be people in any town who would do the dirty work.

"To you, this is your reward for the work." The Bavarian knight threw a money bag in front of the villains, and in this gloomy corner alley, a group of idle villains gathered, and they all rushed up to snatch it when they saw the money bags on the ground fall to the ground with a loud coin collision sound.

The Bavarian knight snorted coldly from his nose, and set fire to the barn of his town for a few coins, this group of shameless villains disgusted the knight from the heart, but for the duke's plan, it did not prevent them from taking advantage of them, and after throwing the money bag to the villains, the knight turned and left the damp and smelly alley.

"Send a letter to the chief, the Bohemians have mobilized for war." When the Bavarian knight left, the villain who snatched the money bag looked up and said to his companion beside him.

"Yes." It turned out that these villains turned out to be members of the Brotherhood of Blooddrops, who had been lurking in Bohemian towns for a long time.

The king of Bohemia issued an order to gather his vassals and ask them to gather their armies, while the nobles returned to the fiefdoms and brought their soldiers to the towns.

"War, war, men rise from the bellies of women and barrels, mount your horses, put on your armor, and hold on the sharpest weapons, and go and fight for honor and riches!" The nobles galloped across their estates on horseback and proclaimed loudly to their people in the roughest of voices.

"What, there's going to be a war?" The Bohemians walked out of the house and looked at the nobles who galloped by, the Bohemians were still in the communal tribal era, the free citizens immediately took their weapons and armor from the house, the rich people led their horses out to become cavalry, and the mighty crowd gathered like a trickle, and suddenly gathered into a powerful current.

"Your Majesty has such a strong soldier, and you will definitely be able to do so." Brother Robert said to the King of Bohemia.

"Hmph." The King of Bohemia ignored Brother Robert's flattery, he stared at Brother Robert viciously with his eyes, and then pressed at him step by step, Brother Robert had to step back, and the Bavarian knight standing behind Brother Robert couldn't help but press his hand on the hilt of his sword.

"Your Majesty." Brother Robert raised his hand and asked the Bavarian knight to let go of his grip on the hilt of his sword and face the King of Bohemia with a smile on his face.

"You set the fire in the barn!" The King of Bohemia said to Brother Robert.

"Why did His Majesty say that?" Brother Robert said with a blank face.

"It doesn't matter, anyway, I have long been dissatisfied with the vassal treaty with the East Franks, so I take this opportunity to do it happily." The King of Bohemia said to Brother Robert.

"Then His Majesty will not resent me!" Brother Robert said.

"However, I hate being tricked the most, go back and tell your master, if he dares to stand in my way, I will not show mercy." Suddenly, the King of Bohemia grabbed Brother Robert by the collar, lifted him up, and threw him to the ground.

"Monk." The Bavarian knight hurriedly stepped forward and stood between the King of Bohemia and Brother Robert.

"Well, I'm fine, let's go." Brother Robert got up from the ground in disarray, and he left the palace with the Bavarian knights.

Arold was on his horse, and in front of him was a flat green meadow, but on either side of the meadow were two phalanxes, wearing battle armor and holding six-meter wooden sticks, which were erected like a small forest.

"Lord Duke, the two pike-phalanx soldiers of the Mecklenburg Regiment have been prepared, please give orders." A sergeant major of the Mecklenburg Regiment came to Arold and reported to him.

"The drill begins." Arold nodded and commanded the sergeant major.

"The drill begins, woo~~~~." The sergeant major listened to Arrod's order, picked up the horn hanging from his waist and puffed out his cheeks and blew it, and the dull sound of the horn spread throughout the exercise site.

"It's begun, it's begun." At this time, there were many spectators gathered on the perimeter of the meadow, all of whom were blocked out by wooden fences, between nobles and commoners, and of course the nobles had their own specific areas, where the terrain was higher and had a wide view, and there were seats.

But the civilian areas are a little worse, but there are vendors who peddle weak beer and kebabs to spectators, and although those kebabs are rat and cat meat, there are still people who are willing to pay for it in this era of food shortages.

"Long live Mecklenburg." The Mecklenburg pikemen shouted loudly, and under the leadership of the sergeant major, slowly approached each other, and the pikemen on both sides wanted to win, because the victorious side would be promoted to the sixth company, and the sixth company was not the same in terms of treatment and glory from officers to soldiers.

The spear phalanx of the two sides gradually approached, and when the two sides approached the closest, the long sticks held by the soldiers of the two sides began to hit each other, making a crackling sound, and the white ash on one end of the wooden sticks surrounded several referees next to the two phalanxes.

"Phalanx, defensive state." The sergeant on the left commanded loudly.

"Hey, phew." The pikemen quickly began to change formation according to the sergeant's orders, the soldiers in the first row bent down and stuck one end of their sticks in their hands on the ground, the other end pointed diagonally ahead, the soldiers in the second and third rows put the sticks on the shoulders of their comrades in front of them, and the soldiers in the fourth and fifth rows pointed at the sky at an oblique forty-five degrees, and the dense wooden sticks were as tight as a copper wall.

"Hmph, the soldiers are slowly attacking." The sergeant major of the spear company on the right snorted coldly, he raised the spear in his hand and ordered his company.

"Roar~~." The soldiers of the company on the right, armed with their long sticks, bent down to reduce the area under attack.

"Papapa~~." The long sticks soon intertwined and made fierce noises with each other, and the pikemen in the front row lay down in the middle of the dense long sticks, they put down the wooden sticks in their hands, pulled out the wooden daggers from their waists, and looked for the fighters.

"Kill~~." On top of their heads were intertwined long sticks, and the spear soldiers seemed to be running into the bushes, and the soldiers on both sides tried to get as close to each other as possible, and slashed the opponent's leg with the wooden dagger in their hands, and the soldier who was struck in the leg would be called down by the referee if he was struck three times.

It can be seen in the fierce battle, the spear soldiers are not willing to admit defeat, they have resorted to various means to eliminate the opponent, the grass shouts of killing to the sky, the audience can not take their eyes off it, this is a rare scene that can be watched outside the battlefield, if it is a real knife and real gun, I am afraid that blood will have flowed all over the place.

"God, Lord Duke, your soldiers are truly unrelenting." Beside Arold was the visiting Duke of Swabia, who also rode a horse and watched.

"It's a matter of honor and treatment, and they have to take it seriously." Arold looked at the soldiers who were fighting in a group on the grass, and every once in a while Arold had to let the legionnaires compete with each other, select the strong ones and eliminate the weak ones, and maintain the strong combat effectiveness of the Mecklenburg legion.

When the Spear Company game is over, the company on the left wins, and they will be given the treatment of being promoted in rank, while the losing side will be relegated and therefore appear depressed.

At this moment, both the victorious and the defeated sides stood neatly on the grass, and then the little drummers beat the drums, and the pikemen sang heroic songs loudly, and even Arold straightened up and hummed softly.

"Whether it is a violent snowstorm or the sun burning in the scorching air; On a cold night, our faces are dusty, but our hearts are smiling; The wind marched like a wind, and we, protected by our companions, rushed at the enemy; We must go forward and tear through the enemy's defenses!

When the enemy appears and blocks the way forward; We proudly return the favor with an iron fist! Why did we join the military? It is our most sacred military soul.

With trenches and arrows, the enemy tried to bring us to a standstill; We smile and see through their schemes;

If fate throws us away; If we will not be able to return to our own homes - fall under the arrows, and our souls will be broken; Then our faithful companion spear is the tombstone on our glorious grave! ”

"What song is this?" The Duke of Swabia couldn't help but ask in surprise as he listened to this enthusiastic singing.

"It's the pikemen who are moving forward again, and I wrote the lyrics myself, how?" After Arold finished singing, he turned his head to the Duke of Swabia and said with a smile.

"I didn't think you were a composer." The Duke of Swabia exclaimed, this song is full of men's masculine blood, just listening to the song seems to be in the battlefield, eager to immediately slash the enemy, the Duke of Swabia wondered if he should ask Arold to make a song for his own troops.