Count Radarri felt that the rhythm of the Mecklenburg attack today was strange, and although the army led by the Count of Lübeck attacked fiercely in succession, it retreated quickly at the slightest setback, which was like a show to attract their attention. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Didn't these Mecklenburgers eat today?" Turazov also said with some confusion.

"There must be a problem, take a few people to check it out." Count Radar said to Turazov.

"Yes, Count." Carrying a tomahawk, Turazov waved and left the front with several fighters.

Julian and Herman, led by an elite squad of Viking warriors, are leading the lumberjack to stealthily find a shortcut to the wetlands, a narrow road obscured by reeds and weeds, and no one would have been able to find it if it weren't for the lumberjacks.

"Whoa." With a round shield in their left hand and a Viking battle axe in their right, the Viking warriors carefully pushed aside the reeds to make a path for Julian and Herman behind them.

"Lord Herman, you shouldn't be on this operation." Julian looked at the chain mail, Herman wore a cotton long-eared hat, a linen around his neck to prevent the chain mail from grinding his skin, and leather armor on his wrists, but except for the chain mail and arm guards, Herman was dressed like an ordinary Frankish warrior.

"I understand that it is not right to take a sudden risk as a commander, but this action is what I agree to, how can I let Lord Julian take the risk alone, while I myself sit in the rear and enjoy the fruits of victory." Herman said with a grin at Julian.

"You are a knight of honor, Lord Herman." Julian nodded at Herman, and then stopped talking, since the man made a promise, he had to live by it, and in this regard, Julian still admired Herman.

"Two adults, the camp of the people in the radar is in front of you." The lumberjack led the way when he suddenly stopped, and said to Julian and Herman in a low voice.

"Great, find their granary and burn it." Julian's mouth turned into a smile of delight, as long as they burned down the granaries of the people on the radar, they would definitely cause chaos.

"Let's go." Herman put on the nose helmet he was carrying behind him, drew the sword at his waist, and the group of fourteen quietly waded through the dense reeds towards the camp of the people in the radar.

As they approached the camp, they crouched down and hid themselves in the grass, the Vikings were good at raiding, their faces smeared with blue and black dye, lying on the ground and carefully observing the camp of the Radar Man, perhaps because they thought the wetland was too safe to place a wooden fence around it, and the raiders had provided convenience.

"Look, that's where the baggage is." Herman looked around and saw that across a camp there was a specially developed clearing, which was supposed to be where the baggage was.

"Wait a minute." Julian pulled off a piece of grass beside him, put the root to his mouth and chewed it gently, and said calmly.

"What are you waiting for?" Herman asked, somewhat puzzled.

"Listen." Julian looked at Herman, then pointed with his chin ahead of him who was fighting the men on the radar.

"Oh?" Herman didn't understand at first, but then he realized that Julian was waiting for the battle to be fierce in front of him, and at this time the people in the radar behind him would definitely be attracted to attention.

The army of the Count of Lübeck in front was once again repulsed, and he lost twenty spearmen, five swordsmen, and three knights, which made the Count of Lübeck a little angry, and he reassembled his army.

"You slackers, cowards, at least rush into the enemy's position! It was a shame for Lübeck to run away like this. The Count of Lübeck roared at the panting soldiers, who were so ugly in front of the other vassals of Mecklenburg that they were far from being able to contain them.

"Count Lübeck, they've done their best, so let me come!" At this moment, a hand was placed on his shoulder, and when the Count of Lübeck turned around, he saw that it was Arold's brother Yves.

"Lord Count Yve." Count Lübeck opened his mouth, he didn't know what to say, in fact, this was also because Lübeck had been at peace, so Lübeck's armament was scattered, and he suddenly had to attack the fierce radar people, and the soldiers couldn't adapt to it at all.

"Soldiers of Rauzitz, Prince Ward's guards come forward for me." Yves raised his warhammer-mounted prosthetic leg and yelled in a gruff voice.

"Boom, boom~~." The soldiers of the Llozitz led one after another, although Yves has been training the Teutonic knights at the headquarters of the Teutonic Knights, but he has not relaxed the armament of his territory at all, Arold in order to ensure the safety of Ive, and specially dispatched a Prince Ward guard in the county of Llozitz, these tall were originally the guards of the Pomeranian War Lords, and now they are wearing cloth cotton armor and thick chain mail heavy equipment, some of them carry teardrop shields in one hand, heavy battle axes in the other, but some simply hold two-handed axes, When it moves, it's like an irresistible human tank.

"Forward~~." Yves knew that Herman and Julian had infiltrated the vicinity of the radar at this time, and that he had to lead his army to contain the enemy in order to successfully complete the mission.

"Roar~~." Prince Ward's guards were holding their battle axes, and they slowly advanced side by side, powerful enough to put pressure on their opponents.

"Ha, the other party is really here." Count Radarri looked at Prince Ward's guard slowly pressing, of course he had heard of this team, which was originally an elite cultivated by the lords of the Pomeranian War since childhood, but now it had become a lackey of the Mecklenburgers.

"Don't worry, Lord Earl, we'll do our best to get them home." The warriors of the Count of Radar were eager to take the plunge, and the victory over the Lübeck soldiers had not yet brought them to glory, and now they finally had a real army to adopt.

"Blow my horn, let the sons and daughters fight happily, even if they die in battle, they can meet in the Temple of the God of War." Count Radarri raised his sword and commanded loudly.

"Woo~~~." The herald immediately puffed out his cheeks and blew a dull trumpet, and suddenly the murderous aura filled the wetland.

"Kill~~." When the soldiers in the first row collided together, there was a loud collision, followed by the sound of knives and axes, and if someone looked down from a high altitude, they could see the soldiers fighting at the edge of the wetland, and there seemed to be an invisible line where they touched, constantly pushing and pulling.

"Ping-pong, ping-pong, ping-pong." The soldiers of Prince Ward's guard, who were strong and heavily armoured, rushed into the middle of the radar people, and then shook off the heavy battle axes in their hands, once they were touched by the battle axes, their skin was opened, and the people in the radar were beaten bitterly.

"Shield, use the shield." The nobles of the people in the radar hurriedly pushed the shield bearers forward, trying to form a defensive line with their shields, but the attack of Prince Ward's guards was too sharp, and the shield bearers had to gradually retreat.

"Lord Earl, we can't resist it, those warriors of Prince Ward's guard are terrible." At this time, there were nobles in the radar who reported to their masters.

"Damn, call Turazov and let him lead the warriors to block back." Count Radar stared ahead, he didn't expect Prince Ward's guards to be so powerful, most of his men were just light infantry in leather armor, and only the noble swordsmen in chain mail led by Turazov could be the opponent.

The fierce battle, the sound of fighting that resounded throughout the wetland, also reached the ears of Julian and Herman, the two looked at each other and smiled, and they waved to lead the Viking warriors, and secretly bent down and touched the baggage of the people in the radar.

"Who? Yes~. As Julian and Herman led the Vikings into the camp, they were seen by a wounded soldier lying in the tent and tried to scream, but a Viking warrior Sally cut his throat with a sharp knife in his hand, and blood flowed from the woolen blanket beneath him.

"What's going on?" Turazov, who had been patrolling around, heard a strange noise from the camp in the distance, and just as he was about to lead the soldiers over, the voice of the herald came from behind him.

"Lord Turazov, Lord Count told you to quickly lead the soldiers to the front." The herald said breathlessly.

"What's wrong?" Turazov asked.

"The Mecklenburg offensive was very sharp, and our fighters were a little unable to resist." The herald said to Turazov.

"Okay, I'll go over right away." Turazov glanced at the camp where there was a strange movement, he was a little hesitant whether he should go to the front line after some inspection, but the herald was very urgent, and Turazov also heard the increasingly fierce and approaching fighting in front at this time, he frowned and had to give up, leading the soldiers in the direction of the front line.

Turazov led the noble swordsmen of the radar to join the battle, and these elite warriors in chain mail quickly stabilized the battle line, even if the Prince Ward's guard joined, the people in the radar were enough to deal with Yves's soldiers by virtue of the geographical advantage.

"Attack, don't retreat, those who retreat know what kind of punishment to receive." Yves walked among the warriors, he did not mount his horse, but fought on foot with the soldiers, because the lord walked beside him, and the Rauzitz soldiers did not dare to steal and play tricks, and they rushed to the line of the radar people in waves, and Yves raised his head from time to time to look at the camp behind the radar people, where it seemed to be very calm.