After the infantry spear phalanx exercise, the next team to enter is the Great Swordsman, if the Mecklenburg Legion is compared to a sharp sword, then the Great Swordsman is the blade of this sword, when this group of swordsmen walk into the field, it is particularly eye-catching. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Unlike pikemen, who demanded discipline and unity, the Great Swordsmen were uninhibited warriors, and because they often had to go deep into enemy lines and wield their swords, the Great Swordsmen had the highest casualty rate, so Arold allowed the swordsmen to wear bright clothes to show their courage and glory.

Bright strips of yellow and red cloth were tucked into the elbows and shoulders as clothing, and the outer clothes were cut with daggers, and when they walked, the great swordsmen who showed the bright lining inside were cheered by the people, after all, the bright clothes were originally only used by nobles, and the great swordsmen were the only commoners allowed to use them.

"Hahaha, Rex I must defeat you this time." The swordsmen on both sides walked into the meadow, and a tall warrior with an unbladed sword pointed to the opposite side and said loudly.

"Don't talk about it." Greatsword Rex said disdainfully.

The swordsmen held a large sword with a height of one person, and cursed each other loudly, even if the other party was a partner who gambled and played together yesterday, for the swordsmen there was no warmth on the battlefield, because their lives were always hanging by a thread.

"The drill begins." Arod listened to the noisy foul language of the swordsmen on the grass and did not care, the swordsmen's scolding was also one of the strategies to provoke the opponent, when both sides were already in a position, Arold ordered.

"The drill begins." The sergeant major passed on Arrod's order, and as soon as his words fell, the great swordsmen could no longer suppress their impatient desire to fight, and they had no concept of the formation of the battle team at all, like beans spilled on the ground.

"Ping~~." The swordsmen held their broadswords aloft, their greatswords longer than their average longsword, and therefore the sharp wings at the tip of the quarter-handle.

"Although such a large sword is easy to wield in an open area, what should I do when I encounter more difficult terrain, such as in a castle?" The Duke of Swabia looked at the swordsmen with exaggerated swords, and while he acknowledged the power of these great swordsmen, he also raised a crucial question, knowing that Europa's castles were very small.

"Any idea why they wear leather gloves on their hands?" Arold smiled and raised his hand, pointing at the swordsmen in the charge and said to the Duke of Swabia.

"Oh, sure enough, I didn't expect you, Duke of Mecklenburg, to be so rich." The Duke of Swabia saw that every swordsman was wearing leather gloves, and he couldn't help but admire Arrod's wealth, but it was obvious that the Duke of Swabia did not understand what Arrod meant.

"Kill~~." The swordsmen who were engaged in the battle explained to the Duke of Swabian that they were wide open and closed during the charge, but once they collided together, in order to avoid hurting their companions next to them, the swordsmen grabbed one-third of the broadsword with their leather-gloved hands, and at this time they could exert two-thirds of the power of the front end of the longsword.

"I see." Duke Swabia was dumbfounded, it turned out that swordsmanship could be used in this way, he admired Arold's Mecklenburg swordsmen very much, and what surprised him even more was that the swordsmen turned their long swords upside down, holding the blade part of their hands, and the original hilt became a blunt weapon to strike the opponent, it can be said that the Mecklenburg swordsman is extremely flexible.

"Ping-pong." The Great Sword Rex and the Bald Swordsman battled together, their swords colliding with a loud noise, and the companions beside them did not disturb them.

The best captain of the two swordsmen fought together, and the bald swordsman relied on his tall stature to have a slight advantage in strength, but Rex also practiced Mecklenburg swordsmanship hard, his movements were flexible and changeable, and he was bold and careful, and the two fought on par.

"Whew." Rex bent his knees and shifted his weight downward, he grabbed a third of the greatsword with his left hand, and moved cautiously, although there was a chaotic fight around him, Rex was as calm as water.

The bald swordsman was also unequivocal, he stood firmly with his legs apart, and turned the greatsword upside down, and the hilt of the sword was a large iron ball, which was to use the greatsword as a blunt weapon, and the advantage of a blunt weapon was to form a shock internal injury to the warrior with armor.

"Ping-pong, ping-pong, ping-pong~~." Rex raised the sword in his hand and blocked several times in a row, but it was vibrated by the attack on the hilt, which made the tiger mouth of his hand numb, and the strength of the bald swordsman was too great.

"Hum~~." The bald swordsman clenched the tip of his sword so tightly that it turned up like a windmill, and several of the swordsmen of Rex's team who were caught off guard were hit and knocked to their stomachs, which angered Rex, and he grabbed his sword and stabbed it violently, and ducked his head to avoid the hilt of the sword above his head.

"Uh-huh." The bald swordsman quickly withdrew his sword, dodged, and slammed the hilt of his sword at the approaching Rex, who rolled on the spot to the left to dodge the attack.

"Whew, whew, whew." The two of them fought fiercely, causing their breath to become rapid, and Rex raised his sword in the air.

"Eagle Strike? When did you learn this? The bald swordsman couldn't help but be surprised when he saw Rex's movements, eagle strikes were the famous skills of the Wendell family, and Count Yves was the best skill.

"You don't care about that." Rex clenched the hilt of his sword and said.

"Hmph, I don't believe Count Yves will teach you this." The bald swordsman strode forward, he raised his sword in one hand and slashed at it, and with the other he was ready to grab Rex's sword, wearing tough leather gloves, he was best known for taking away his opponent's sword, and this required countless practice, because not only did he have to know how to hold the blade without his fingers being cut off, but he also had to be fast and accurate enough.

"Scandium~~." Rex slammed his sword out, and the eagle struck his hand.

"Oh?" Arrod, who was watching on a horse, was slightly surprised, this eagle strike should have been taught by Yves himself, otherwise it wouldn't be so clean, and he was a little surprised why Yves would teach his tricks to Rex.

"Jingle Clan~~." In the territory south of Mecklenburg along the east of the Elbe, hundreds of serfs and slaves were driven to the quarries, where they used stone hammers and crowbars to collect solid stones.

"Hurry up, this is His Majesty's order." An overseer with a leather whip in his hand kept driving away the slaves, shouting loudly from time to time.

"How's it going?" At this time, several nobles dressed in bright blue and yellow costumes rode to the quarry, and the overseer saw the nobles driving and hurriedly ran in front of them.

"Don't worry, sir, the progress is fast, and the stone collected is enough to build five or six castles." The overseer reports to the noble lord.

"Five or six will not do, according to the orders of His Majesty the King, at least hundreds of castles must be built east of the Elbe." The nobleman said to the overseer.

"Count, hundreds." Listening to the nobleman's words, the overseer opened his mouth for a long time.

"Yes."

"But sir, we need more manpower." The overseer said with a bitter face.

"Lord Duncan, what do you think we should do?" At this time, the nobleman turned his head and said to the person behind him, and then the overseer noticed that behind the nobleman, there was a mysterious man covered in a gray burqa.

"Don't worry, I've got in touch with the Stonemasons' Guild, and they'll send us skilled apprentices." Behind the nobles was none other than Duncan. Alfred, who was originally a tailor minister in the court of Duke Mason, was in fact the leader of the Assassin Guild.

"However, even with the assistance of the Masons Guild, it will be difficult for us to complete the task, hundreds of castles, who is the one who spoke to His Majesty the King." Another Brandenburg nobleman complained dissatisfiedly.

"It's all for the sake of the stability of the kingdom, but when it comes to the man who speaks, I think of a man to whom you can turn to the Archbishop of Brandenburg." Duncan. Alfred said to the nobleman beside him.

"Who is it?" It turned out that it was the Archbishop of Brandenburg who supervised the construction of the castle, and he asked Duncan.

"Duke of Mecklenburg." Duncan said to the Archbishop of Brandenburg.

"Oh, why are you so sure that Duke Mecklenburg has a way, Lord Duncan?" The Archbishop of Brandenburg asked curiously.

"My apprentices found in Mecklenburg that the construction there was very fast, and although I don't know what method they used, the Duke of Mecklenburg was a very capable nobleman." Duncan. Alfred said to the Archbishop of Brandenburg.

"Well, for the sake of His Majesty's plans, we do need help." The Archbishop of Brandenburg nodded in agreement, and at this time the succession of the lord of the kingdom was still in the hands of the king, who was not only the master of the secular aristocracy, but also the guardian of the kingdom church, and the archbishops and bishops of the entire kingdom were directly appointed by the king.