Running is the most primitive action of human beings, but this is not a sport for entertainment, but for survival, Turazov desperately ran on the grass, crossbows flew behind him from time to time, and the noise sounded behind him. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"Uh-huh." Turazov accidentally tripped over the grassroots, he rolled on the ground, his body was covered with wet dirt, his throat seemed to be on fire, he had exhausted all his strength to escape from the tiger's mouth, and at this time he lay on the ground without any strength, unable to move even a finger.

At this time, he remembered the raid on the camp of the Mecklenburgers, and it had gone well at first, until he and his companions arrived outside the camp of the leader, and were stopped by the Mecklenburg soldiers because they did not know the password.

"Rush in and kill their leader." Turazov was already determined to die at that time, not to mention that he did not see any other soldiers except for the two Mecklenburg soldiers, which was a great opportunity, and a good opportunity given to them by the god of war.

"Kill." The people of the radar were a fierce people, and they had no fear of death, so they raised their weapons and rushed forward, and the weapons collided with the weapons, and soon knocked the two Mecklenburg soldiers to the ground and rushed into the camp.

"Haha." Turazov did not expect to break in so easily, and he rushed towards the tent with the black lion flag with his companions, but at this moment something suddenly happened.

"Whoosh~~." A crossbow bolt shot out of a haystack next to the camp hit the neck of Turazov's companion right in the neck, and the radarman fell to his knees with glaring eyes over his wounds.

"What's going on?" The others gathered in a circle in amazement, they didn't know where the attack came from.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh~~." Suddenly, the crossbow bolts shot at Turazov and the others like flying locusts, and the persecuted Turazov and the others could not dodge, and what was worse was that there was no obstacle in the middle of the camp.

"Wow, Turazov help me." One of the radar men was shot and held out his hand to Turazov, hoping that the brave warrior would save him, but Turazov grabbed his hand.

"Thank you." The man in the radar smiled happily, as if nothing could be solved as long as Turazov, a fearless warrior, lended a helping hand, but then Turazov put his companion on his shoulder, using his companion's body as a shield.

"Be careful, don't let them run." At this time, many crossbowmen and Mecklenburg soldiers came out of the ground in the originally peaceful camp, and they were hiding in various parts of the camp, so it is no wonder that Turazov felt that the camp was weakly defended when he broke in.

In fact, Turazov and others thought that the camp of the Mecklenburg Legion, like other vassal camps, some were well defended from the outside, and some were simply very lax, and the military code formulated by Arold for the Mecklenburg Legion had clear regulations for the camp, not only the patrols approaching the camp had a new password every day, but also the open and secret sentry posts, and the Tibetan trenches had to be dug in the camp whether they were stationed for a day or half a year.

Carrying the corpse of his companion as a shield, Turazov immediately rushed out of the camp of the Mecklenburg Command, a company of only 100 men was responsible for the safety of Herman, so the camp was not large, and after escaping from the camp, Turazov blended into the camp of other vassals, and fled back in the darkness and chaos.

"Damn it, if this was all the garrison of the Mecklenburg Legion, not a single fly would have escaped." When the commander of the Mecklenburg company received the news of Turazov's escape, he couldn't help but curse with annoyance, the vassal combined army already had a natural disadvantage of being inconvenient to command, and there were also problems in cooperating with each other for the first time in the night.

"Let the soldiers all come back, there can be no chaos now." In order to avoid chaos in the dark night, Herman immediately ordered the pursuing soldiers to be withdrawn, and sent an envoy to inform the vassals of the infiltration of the spies, so that the vassals should pay attention to the safety and defense of the camp.

"There are spies in the camp?" The vassals who received the news were shocked, but when they saw the corpses at the gate of the Mecklenburg camp, they had to admit that the guards in their camp had been lax.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this time we are here to support the king in the name of the Duke of Mecklenburg, and this involves the honor of the Duke, and if we lose the battle because of carelessness, I am afraid that I will be Herman. Billon will no longer be able to stay at the court of Mecklenburg, and I will exile myself, and I ask your lordships to help me in my mission for the sake of the Duke. "Herman. Billon said to the vassals, his words had the meaning of lifting Arold out to suppress the vassals, but his tone was very sincere, as if he was moved by emotion, as if his victory could only rely on the help of the vassals, which really gave the vassals enough face.

"Rest assured, Master Herman, we will do as you command." Julian immediately said to Herman.

"Yes." The other vassals also had to bow their heads in the face of the facts, and it was true that the vassals were more or less resistant to Herman, a young nobleman, becoming the leader, but no one objected at this time.

"Hmm." Count Yves watched from the sidelines, and couldn't help but improve his evaluation of Herman a lot in his heart, and was able to turn a seemingly dangerous night attack into pressure on the vassals, but not so that the vassals felt disgusted, Herman. Billund is indeed a good commander.

"Since you adults are so combative, we will launch an operation on the radar of the wetlands early tomorrow morning, and make them realize what a foolish action it is to provoke Lord Duke Mecklenburg." Herman. Billund exclaimed.

"Oooo The vassals drew their swords from their waists and held them high under the banner of the black lion.

The next morning, the mist was still hanging over the wetlands, drums were beating, and the people in the radar stood up from the camp and looked across the misty wetlands.

"Lord Count, the Mecklenburgers are here." Turazov still has a scar on the corner of his mouth, which he bit on himself during the escape, but he was lucky enough to be found and rescued by his own people when he escaped to the side of the wetland.

"Whew." The Count of Radar rose from the bearskins they had laid, and their tent was very simple, with a stick of felt cloth propped up, and the people slept under the low felt cloth.

The Count of Radar stood up and stretched, he pulled the zipper nonchalantly, and beside his tent tethered a slave girl dressed only covering her chest and lower body, and the beautiful young brown-haired slave girl stood up and helped the Count put on her armor.

"Smack." The Earl of Radar put on his armor and patted the plump farts and strands of the slave girl with satisfaction, and the people in Radar still retained the custom of keeping slaves.

"What do you think of this group of Mecklenburgers?" Count Radarri spat on the ground and said to Turazov that although Turazov had failed to steal the camp, Turazov was the closest nobleman to the Mecklenburgers.

"Their army was a mixed mix of Vikings, Slavs and Germanic peoples." Turazov thought for a moment and said.

"So, they're a rabble, aren't they?" Count Radar said.

"No, Lord Count, these Mecklenburgers are cunning, please be careful." Turazov shuddered and said as he remembered the crossbowmen who suddenly appeared in the camp and the soldiers who came out of the ground.

"Hmph, I hope you're not scared by them." Count Radar said dissatisfiedly.

"I'm sorry Earl, but I'm not afraid, in the name of the god of war, the reason why I fled back is to tell you this information, and now that my mission is complete, please send me to the front of the queue." Turazov said to Count Radar.

"Haha, that's right, this is the warrior of the people in the radar." Count Radarri reached out and grabbed the back of Turazov's neck and shook it vigorously.

"Boom, boom, boom." The mist gradually lifted, and a neatly arranged Mecklenburg army appeared opposite the people in the radar, but several carriages appeared in the front, which made the people in the radar feel inexplicable.