King Otto's personal march of the church, nobility, burghers, and peasants against the invading Bohemian tribes may have been a temporary call to the times, but through this unexpected call, Otto's authority as king left a deep imprint on the hearts of the people. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Forward, forward." An army of 6,000 men marched along the road of the kingdom to the Elbe, and Otto, dressed in armor and riding on horseback, followed the army, and although he tried to remain calm in front of his courtiers and soldiers, he was still very worried, because according to the intelligence report of the Count of Thuringia, there were tens of thousands of Bohemians.

"Is there any news from Mecklenburg?" Otto rode his horse and stopped on the side of the road, watching the soldiers passing by, most of them, with the exception of nobles and church knights, most of them were poorly armed and without armor, and their only praise was fearless courage and high morale.

"Yes, our spies just reported back." The spy leader beside Otto hurriedly said.

"How?" Otto looked blankly at the few knights who passed by him, riding on their horses and uncovering their helmets, and the knights did not need to dismount when marching, they only had to take off their helmets or uncover their masks, and this etiquette gradually changed to the modern military salute.

"Herman's Mecklenburg army was stopped by the Radar Man, and fierce fighting took place in the wetlands, but Mecklenburg's army made no progress." The courtier said to Otto.

"The Radars are the most tenacious of the Bohemians, and it seems that the King of Bohemia knows very well that he cannot let Mecklenburg join us." Otto nodded, it would have been strange if the King of Bohemia had easily ignored Mecklenburg.

"If Franconia and other vassals are willing to help, we will be able to stop the Bohemians." The spy leader looked at this army, which was actually not very large, and said with some concern, in terms of weapons and equipment and personnel quality, this was a completely desperate battle.

"Hopefully, the Mecklenburgers will be there in time for our decisive battle with the Bohemians." Otto didn't say anything more, there were many people in the kingdom who were dissatisfied with his accession to the throne, and even his brothers had a wait-and-watch attitude under the summoning order, and it was already very helpful for Otto for the Mecklenburgs to be able to contain the people in the radar, otherwise I really couldn't believe what the situation would be like with the people in the radar, the strongest infantry tribe among the Bohemians.

Arold did not seem to be aware of King Otto's anxiety at this time, and he held a makeshift banquet in the camp, which of course was very rudimentary, that is, the noble generals sat together to eat and drink, and at most arranged a little bitter ale.

"I'm sorry, Lord Duke, it's too shabby." Herman apologized to Arold.

"It's a bit rudimentary, and it's a shame that you can persevere." Arold picked up the dry beef, which was almost hard to bite, chewed it vigorously and threw it onto the barrel and said.

"Huh?" The vassals all looked at Arold in surprise, and even his brother Yves was also surprised, because Arold has never been a person who pays attention to luxury, and it is not the first time that he has shared weal and woe with the soldiers.

"It's so much better than we used to." Yves picked up the wine glass, glanced at Arold and said, Arold smiled and knew that Yves was saying that when the Wendell family was down, it was impossible to eat some jerky except for sticky oatmeal.

"Then there should always be some entertainment!" Arold asked.

"Lord Duke, I will immediately arrange for the knights to perform a fight for you." Count Ron stood up and said to Arrod.

"Hey, this is originally a battlefield, and I've seen too many things to fight and kill." Arrod shook his head noncommittally, not seeming interested.

"So what kind of show does the Duke want?" Herman asked cautiously, he was confused about Arold's attitude, when Arold came to the camp, Herman thought that Arold had really come to take back the command, but now it didn't seem to be like this.

"I suddenly want to hear people sing, but it seems that there shouldn't be any of them here, so I can bring some people who can sing, or let them perform for us!" Arold said to the vassals with a smile.

To the surprise of the vassals, Sean brought up the captives of the radar, and these captives were suddenly brought to the nobles of Mecklenburg, one by one like frightened fawns, emaciated by the exhaustion and torture along the way, and the clothes on their bodies were already tattered.

"Lord Duke?" The vassals didn't understand why Arold was bringing these captives up, and they exchanged words with each other, and Yves stopped pouring wine and glanced at Arold curiously, and then a subtle smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, it seemed that Arold was about to use his wise strategy again.

"Now that you are all my captives, and your fate has passed into my hands from the hands of God, now as your masters, I command you to sing for me at once." Arold picked up the empty barrel that had been placed on the makeshift table and spoke to the captives.

"Singing?" The captives in the radar were puzzled, they didn't understand what kind of medicine was sold in Arrod's gourd.

"Yes, I want to hear songs from your hometown." Arold rested his elbows on his knees and leaned forward with interest.

Count Radarri and Turazov sat by the campfire, and the food ration of the soldiers had begun to be only half of it, but the count himself was according to this ration, so everyone had no opinion, but hunger still tormented the soldiers in the middle of the night, and in the extreme cold people would miss their home very much, even if their home was very simple, it seemed like heaven at this time.

"Do you know when berries are the best to eat, Lord Earl?" Turazov looked at the bonfire and said to Count Radar.

"Summer?" Count Radar asked.

"No, it was my wife who crushed the berries into juice and put them in bread, and even the coarsest barley bread was delicious." Turazov licked his lips and said to the count.

"Well, the food my wife cooks is delicious too." Count Redari picked up a twig and flicked the bonfire, as if he could see his home from the bonfire.

"Listen, it's like someone is singing." In order to alleviate their hunger, many of the soldiers on the radar had to sleep, which would also reduce their physical exertion, but the occasional singing in the open field attracted the attention of many people.

"It's someone singing."

"But the song is so familiar, it seems to be a ballad by Litomeřice."

"Yes, am I hallucinating? Or is it witchcraft by a witch in the wilderness? ”

"Earl, don't you hear Litomerice's singing?" Turazov also heard the ethereal ballad, and he frowned and said to Count Radar, but when he looked at Count Radar, he found that Count Radar was dumbfounded.

"Why is this voice so familiar, I seem to hear the voices of my wife and children, is it really the requiem of the banshees hidden in the middle of the night?" As if he had lost his soul, Count Radar stood up and muttered to himself.

"When you say that, it's as if the song is coming from the other side." Turazov listened intently and was astonished to discover that the source of the song was the camp of the Mecklenburgers.

In the camp in Mecklenburg, Arold stared at the singing captives, perhaps because of the tragic experience that made the songs of these captives full of sorrow, they hummed the songs of their homeland, but thought of the towns that had been breached by the Duke of Mecklenburg, and the families who died against the enemy's attack, singing and singing that there were whimpering and crying mixed in.

"Damn it, you're crying at the banquet." Count Ron stood up in a rage and scolded the captives.

"Ron sit down, this sad song has a special flavor, you go on." Arold sat Count Ron down, and a squire filled Arold's empty wine glass with a flask, and the vassals fidgeted in the strange feast, not knowing what Arold was going to do.

"Ladies and gentlemen, it's not good, it's not good." At this time, a soldier ran in from outside the nobles' camp, and he said to the nobles breathlessly.

"What's wrong?" Julian and the others hurriedly asked.

"Our soldiers patrolling the camp saw something unusual on the radar." The soldier reported to the nobles.

"Abnormal movement, do you want to attack us at night?" Count Ron immediately drew the sword from his waist, and he clenched his sword and looked in the direction of the man on the radar.

"Sit down, and no one is allowed to leave until the banquet is over." Arold picked up the wine glass and said to the vassals.

"But, Lord Duke." Earl Ron wanted to speak to Arrod, knowing that even if he was prepared, the enemy's night attack was very dangerous.

"I said, if you still serve me as your monarch, sit down for me." Arrod said to everyone with a straight face.

"Uh, yes, yes, Lord Duke." Julian looked at Arrod, he hurriedly re-did it, even if there was really a night attack, as long as there was no order from Arold, he would not leave his seat, seeing Julian and Lady Marty sitting down, the other vassals also sat back down.

"Come, keep singing, this time louder." Arold raised his glass and said to the group of radar captives, Arold's smile was extremely strange under the light of the campfire, and the captives brought from Litomerice only felt a chill on their backs.