The songs floated over the wastelands and wetlands, like ghosts without ghosts, but the people on the radar heard them as if they had been struck by lightning, because they were familiar with them since childhood, from their fathers' mouths, from their mothers' bedtime hums, from their children's innocent humming. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Why, why is there a Litomerice song in the camp of the Mecklenburgers?" The soldiers on the radar said to each other in surprise.

"Could it be that our homeland has been taken?"

"No way, how is this possible."

"Then why is this song coming from the camp of the Mecklenburgers, it must be that our family has been caught."

The sudden sound of singing caused a commotion in the camp of the people of Radar, and some people swore that they heard the voices of their own families, and the heads of the various villages or the patriarchs could not suppress them, and many of the people of Radarli began to venture close to the camp of Mecklenburg to listen more carefully.

"Whoosh~." Arrows were fired from the camp at Mecklenburg, and the archers on patrol flew out of the arc and landed at the feet of the radar men, a warning position to warn the radar people who ventured close at night to be shot if they took any further steps.

However, as if they had found a demon, the men in the radar craned their necks beyond the cordon and listened intently to the singing from the Mecklenburg camp.

"Woo woo woo ~~~." Some of the young radar warriors wept uncontrollably, and they could hear the sadness in the song.

"Our home must have been breached, why are we still here?" Other impatient warriors could not help but curse, they could not fear death, they could endure hunger and cold, but when the home they were supposed to protect was not there, they wondered who they were fighting for.

"Lord Earl, is it really our homeland that has been conquered?" Turazov's face turned pale, and he asked Count Radar.

"How is this possible, ah, is it the reinforcements who came today?" The arrival of the cavalry unit of Count Radarri at dusk must have been their capture of Litomeže, his fiefdom for generations.

The next morning, when the mist gradually lifted, the soldiers who had been guarding the Mecklenburg camp saw a strange scene, outside the Mecklenburg camp, many radar people stood there and watched them all the time, as if they were sculptures.

"Aha~~." Yves awoke from his sleep, and he shook his head to wake himself up quickly, and the open space outside the tent was a mess, the nobles were lying on the grass drunk, and Arold was asleep leaning against an empty barrel, and the captives of the radar were also leaning against each other after a night of tired singing.

Several knights and guards held the heads of spears in their hands, and they had to protect the safety of the nobles and guard the captives very hard.

"Arrod, Arrod, wake up." Yves walked up to Arold and shook his shoulder with his hand, waking Arold from his dream.

"Oh, what's wrong?" Arold rubbed his sleepy eyes and asked, looking at Eve's big face.

"Those people on the radar have been hovering around our camp and won't leave." When Yves got the news from the soldiers on guard, he immediately told Arrod.

"Ha, what should I do, I guess their earl will ask for negotiation in a while!" Arrod smiled and rubbed his face vigorously with his hands and said.

"You designed it!" A smile tugged at the corners of Eve's mouth as he asked Arrod.

"I didn't design anything, I just hunted to see you." Arold shrugged his shoulders and said.

"You cunning little fox, you shouldn't use the black lion banner, but change it to a red fox for better purposes." Yves said with a sneer.

Sure enough, as Arold said, in the case of complete confusion in the morale of the army, Count Redari knew that the battle could no longer be fought, and for an army like theirs, which was made up of tribal warriors, once their homes and families fell into the hands of the enemy, the warriors would not continue to fight at all, so Count Redari lamented and asked Turazov to demand peace talks under the white banner.

"Who should I send?" Arold looked at the burly radar warrior Turazov with a white flag in front of him, squinted his eyes and said to himself.

"It's the Earl of the Radar who negotiates with you, so you should send your own commander as well." Turazov also looked at Arold in front of him curiously, judging from the attitude of the vassals, Arold should be the commander, but he seems to be too young, maybe a relative of the Duke of Mecklenburg, he thought.

"Commander-in-chief? Well, Herman you go on my behalf. Arold pointed to Herman and said.

"It's the Duke." Herman quickly nodded in agreement.

"Duke, are you the Duke of Mecklenburg?" Turazov looked at Arold in disbelief and opened his mouth, he had long heard that the King of Bohemia had suffered under the Duke of Mecklenburg, so in the minds of the people in the radar, the Duke of Mecklenburg should be a strong and mighty middle-aged nobleman, not a young man like Arold who looked a little thin and a little "weak" in the eyes of the people in the radar.

"In front of you is the Duke of Mecklenburg, the supreme ruler of the Duchy of Mecklenburg." Herman said to Turazov.

"The beard of the god of war, this is the strangest thing I've ever heard in my life." Turazov muttered to himself.

"Lord Duke, what conditions should we propose?" Herman walked up to Arold and asked in a whisper.

"1. The people in the radar must surrender unconditionally. 2. The Count of Radarri must renounce his fiefdom and the title of Count of Litomerice. 3. The people of the radar were merged into the army of Mecklenburg and were at our disposal. Fourth, the people of Radar renounced their faith and converted to the Holy Religion. Arold held out his hand and four fingers and said to Herman.

"This? Will they say yes? Herman asked, skeptically.

"They'll say yes, they have to." Arold patted Herman on the shoulder with his hand and said to him.

At this time, the people of Radari no longer had any room for negotiation, their homes were occupied, and their families became prisoners of the Mecklenburgers, even if they attacked the Mecklenburgers desperately, I am afraid that it would be the end of the fish and the net, and they could not change any situation at all.

"The Mecklenburgers have no sincerity at all on this condition." When the nobles in the radar heard this condition, they immediately became furious, and they surrendered unconditionally, and asked them to convert to weak Catholicism and abandon the beliefs and living customs of their ancestors, which would be better than killing them.

"Our families are in the hands of the Mecklenburgers, and if we don't agree, I'm afraid the hostages will all die." But there are also nobles in the radar who showed a hesitant look.

"You cowards, traitors, you will be damned if you betray the god of war." The nobles in the steadfast radar angrily spat at their companions, but many faced their questioning with silence.

"Damn, we can't let the glory of the people on the radar be spurned like this." The nobles of the stalwart radar turned away angrily, gathered their warriors, and rushed out of the wetlands towards the Mecklenburg camp to save their families.

"Bastard, you're going to die when you come back." Turazov looked at these stubborn nobles, he tried to stop them, but the nobles on the radar ignored him, and the others just watched them die quietly.

"Kill, for the glory of the people in the radar, for the glory of the god of war, compatriots rush with us!" The nobles in the radar threw away their helmets, and with swords and shields in hand, chanting the name of the god of war, they led a few poor soldiers and rushed to the camp of the Mecklenburgers.

"Lord Count, I beg you to stop them." Sweating profusely, Turazov said to Count Radar, who sat on a stone like a wooden carving.

"Ah, if this is their desire, how can I stop them from seeking glory?" The Count of Radar seemed to have aged much at once, and his heart was fiercely wrestling, with the glory and faith of a warrior on the one hand, and the lovely children and wives on the other, neither of which seemed to be inseparable.

"Kill~~." The shouts of the nobles in the radar gradually faded away, and they rushed towards the formidable enemy with glory and dreams.

"Lord Duke, let's arrange the crossbowmen immediately." Herman saw the radar man rushing out of the wetland like a bull, and immediately said to Arold.

"No, these are real warriors, you can't use bows and crossbows against them, Ted sent out cavalry and salute their bravery!" Arold looked at the noble swordsmen of the radar who rushed to the front, dressed in leather and iron, and said to Ted.

"Yes, Lord Duke." Ted bowed to Arrod and turned to leave, and in a moment the camp resounded with the neighing and thunderous roar of warhorses.

"Gray Law~~." The Mecklenburg heavy cavalry held their horse pistols high, and they drove the war horse with their legs, slowly moving towards the nobles in the radar, the war horse carried the master on his back, running in small steps, but gradually the steps became bigger and bigger, and gradually ran faster.

"Drive it~~." The Mecklenburg heavy cavalry kicked the horses under their crotches with their heels, and the horses neighed and spread their hooves and charged.

"Long live Mecklenburg, long live Lord Duke~~." The Mecklenburg heavy cavalry let out a battle cry from their closed helmets, their armor shining in the sun, their horses raised their pistols in their hands, and their horses roared like thunder on a spring day, piercing the dreary air.