Yves rolled on the spot to dodge Turazov's tomahawk, and although he was covered in mud and looked embarrassed, he saved his life. Taking advantage of this opportunity www.biquge.info Prince Ward's guards and vassals swarmed up and freed Ive from Turazov's butcher's knife.

"Damn guys." Turazov was not willing to let his prey run away, he picked up his battle axe, and was not cowardly in the face of several times the enemy, and in the eyes of the Mecklenburg nobles, he respected him as a man.

"Lord Turazov, Lord Count told you to go to him immediately." At this time, a radar fighter came to Turazov's side and said to him.

"What's wrong?" Turazov asked.

"Yes, something happened to the baggage camp." The radar soldier pointed to the rear, and saw thick black smoke rising from the camp, and Turazov was taken aback at what happened.

"No, there can't be an accident in the baggage camp." Turazov hurriedly turned around and ran to the rear, and Count Yves shouted at him.

"Wait, I can keep fighting." Count Yves said unconvinced, Count Ron and Lady Marty hurriedly stopped him, Yve's shoulder injury was still there, in fact, he couldn't move at all.

"Haha, keep your little life! Mecklenburgers. Without looking back, Turazov strode in the direction of Count Radar, but his heroic voice echoed through the noisy battlefield.

"What a warrior, alas!" Count Yves shook his head and returned to the camp with the help of his vassals.

The burning of the baggage of the people in the radar has greatly damaged the morale of the army, there is no surplus food to eat in the wetlands, and the daily consumption of grain and grass for a thousand troops stationed in the land is huge, and the materials rescued from the scorched grain can only be supplied for about three days.

"Damn, how did the baggage camp catch fire?" The Earl's face was covered with black smoke and dust, and he walked through the messy baggage camp, looking at the charred grain and the soldiers of the baggage team who were also charred.

"Lord Earl, come and have a look." Crouching next to a charred corpse, Turazov said to Count Radar.

"Hmm, what's going on?" Even though Count Radarri was accustomed to seeing dead bodies, the smell of roasted human flesh was still very nasty, and he said with his sleeve over his mouth and nose.

"They weren't burned, they were killed by people who had been struck in the face with an axe." Turazov pointed to the charred corpse and said to Count Radar.

"Slashed? Impossible, the sword of the god of war swears, but here there is no enemy at the rear of the camp who can get close. Count Radar shook his head and said in disbelief.

"Someone must have gotten in, and with great skill with their axes, these soldiers guarding the baggage have little chance of resisting." Turazov said.

"Lord, come and see, there are people hacked to death in the tent in the camp for the wounded." At this time, the shouts of soldiers were heard from the other direction.

"Oh?" Count Radarri and Turazov hurriedly ran to the wounded area again, and sure enough, the tent was filled with a strong smell of blood, and a wounded soldier was lying on his back, his head turned in half, revealing the brains and flesh of the white flowers, and a large number of green-headed flies were circling above, and white maggots could already be seen wriggling from the edge of the wound.

"With such a wide axe blade, it seems to be a Viking battle axe." Turazov stretched out his hand and compared the diameter of the wound with two fingers, and after some estimation, he said to Count Radar.

"Vikings, damned, how did they get in?" Count Radar said puzzled.

"I don't know, but they definitely have a way, what now?" Turazov stood up and said to the count.

"My task is to stop the Mecklenburgers, and if there is no food, then kill the horses and livestock." Count Radar said.

"And then, even if we kill horses and livestock, we won't be able to last about five days." Turazov said.

"What can you do?" Count Radarri frowned and asked Turazov.

"I think there must be a shortcut, so let me lead someone to search for it." Turazov said to Count Radar.

"Well, that's the way it can be."

When smoke rose from the camp of the Radar people, the vassals of Mecklenburg knew that Julian and Herman had succeeded, and as long as they were without the support of their baggage, the Radar people were tigers without teeth and claws.

"When will you attack?" Seeing the smoke rising from the camp, the vassals of Mecklenburg were all gearing up, and everyone knew that this was almost a waste of credit.

"No, now is not the best time to attack." At this moment, a voice rang out, and the vassals looked in the direction of the sound, and saw Julian and Herman covered in hay, and they patted the grass on their bodies as they went.

"What do you mean when you say it's not the best time, Lord Herman?" The vassals' attitude towards Herman had clearly changed at this time, and a commander who was willing to take risks was worthy of respect.

"The people on the radar haven't felt the pain of hunger yet, and they have to wait until they are at their limit." Herman said to the vassals.

"It's a good idea." The vassals nodded their heads and said that it was much better to strike an enemy who had been weakened to the limit than an enemy who could still hold a weapon.

The Count of Thuringia paced anxiously on the castle when the people of the radar were cornered by the army of Mecklenburg, and the army led by the Saxon general had been on the march for a few days, but there was not even a single believer, which made him even more anxious, as if the army had been swallowed up by the earth.

"Gotta get it~~." Suddenly, there was a sound of horses' hooves, and a rider finally appeared on the horizon, which immediately attracted the attention of everyone in the castle, and the Count of Thuringia leaned forward and stretched his neck.

"Whose is it?" The Count of Thuringia narrowed his eyes, but he couldn't see clearly because of his old eyes, and the flag in his rider's hand kept fluttering in the wind.

"Yes, Lord Count, a Bohemian rider." The soldiers on the watchtower could clearly see that it was the coat of arms of the Bohemian horses.

"What? Bohemians? The Count of Thuringia staggered when he heard this, and if it weren't for the support of the soldiers behind him, he would definitely faint on the city wall.

"Listen, people in the castle, your general has been killed by our King Majesty, and this is his head." The Bohemian riders approached the castle, but hid out of range of the castle archers, and many of the soldiers of the castle watchtower lifted the wooden baffle and looked curiously.

"Look." The Bohemian rider picked up a head with a wooden pole, which was the head of the Saxon general, and his eyes were slightly closed and his mouth was open, as if he were still screaming and fighting.

"God, save us!" The soldiers, pale-faced, crossed their chests, prayed for the soul of the Saxon general, and also for their own fate.

"Quick, close the gates, the archers will guard everywhere, and the Bohemians will not be allowed to enter." The Count of Thuringia gasped, his chest rising and falling, and he was carried down the wall by two soldiers, but he kept ordering the soldiers to strengthen their defenses.

The combined army led by the Saxon general, before the Bohemians crossed the river, attacked fiercely, they were like death squads, but the Bohemian army was strong, the arrows fired by the archers rained down on the army of the Saxon general, one after another the soldiers fell, the knights threw down their helmets and swords in their hands to attack with their swords, but they were also shot down, or captured or cut throats, it was a terrible war, but it was a tragic war, but it succeeded in preventing the Bohemians from crossing the river, Valuable time was bought for Otto to regroup his army.

"These Saxons are really not afraid of death." The Bohemian nobles looked at the enemy soldiers who fell and rushed to their side, and couldn't help but say with emotion, even if they are enemies, this bravery is worthy of respect.

"If every Saxon is so brave, will we have to fight with all our forces to gain a foothold?" Another Bohemian nobleman said that by this time they had put away their contempt for the Saxons and the Franks.