The Saxon chainmail cavalry was provoked by the Bohemians, who pursued the Bohemians behind them and tried to attack the enemy with their carbines, but the Bohemians were lightly armed and not equipped with heavy armor such as chain mail, but light and simple animal skin armor. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The horses under the crotch of the Bohemians are also mixed breeds from Eastern Europe, and although they are not very tall, they are extremely enduring. What was even more terrifying was that these Bohemians had learned the art of shooting arrows on horses, so the Saxon chainmail cavalry was worried about the arrows that flew from time to time during the pursuit.

"Wow~~." The Bohemian cavalry noticed that the Saxon chainmail cavalry was slowing down, and instead of running away, they began to ride around the Saxon cavalry in circles, not forgetting to shoot arrows.

"Gray Law~~." One of the mounts of the Saxon cavalry was shot in the eye, and the horses fell headlong with a neigh, slamming the cavalry on their backs to the ground.

"Damn it." The other Saxon cavalry hurriedly stopped, and they hurriedly surrounded their companions, trying to cover with their shields, but the arrows kept flying from all directions.

"Ah~." The arrow hit one of the Saxon cavalrymen in the shoulder, and it was then that they realized that the Bohemians were using bows that were so powerful that they could penetrate the weak points of the chain mail.

"Boom, boom, boom~~." Seeing that the Saxon chainmail cavalry fell into the wind, the sound of footsteps roared from a distance, and I saw hundreds of Saxon infantry, coming to support the Saxon cavalry.

"Let's go." Seeing that a large number of reinforcements were coming, the Bohemians did not like to fight, anyway, they had already obtained the information they needed, so they did not hesitate to turn their horses and flee into the distance.

"Bastard." Seeing the Bohemians fleeing, this time the Saxon cavalry no longer dared to curse each other as cowards, and they even thought it was a miracle that they survived.

"Order the soldiers of the castles, and no one shall go out of the city to meet the battle without an order." The Saxon general watched the battle in front of him from the city, and he immediately said to the herald beside him, and the count of Thuringia also wiped the sweat from his forehead, he did not expect that the most fierce Saxon cavalry in the kingdom of East Francia would be as weak as a baby in front of the Bohemians.

"General, it's better to send someone to confirm where the Duke of Mecklenburg's army is?" The Count of Thuringia said in a hoarse voice to the Saxon general.

At this time, the envoys sent by Arold brought the summoning order to the vassals, and Julian and Marty were slightly surprised that Arold did not expect Arold to summon them.

"This is the first time the Duke has issued a summoning order." Julian looked at the parchment in his hand, and the badge on the parchment with large drops of red wax oil, and said to Ms. Marty beside him.

"Yes, I also find it strange, is it a danger that the Duke of Mecklenburg's direct legions cannot resist?" Ms. Marty leaned on Julian's shoulder and said to her husband.

"What do you think?" Julian said to his wife.

Lady Marty and Julian's love affair actually paid a great price, Julian was once Arrod's most important courtier, and once wanted to put him in charge of the affairs of the legion, but Julian fell in love with Lady Marty at first sight, and disobeyed Arrod's orders on the battlefield, which made Arold extremely angry, and finally expelled him.

Although Arold eased the relationship between Julian and Lady Marty when they married, Julian was henceforth far from the political core of the Duchy of Mecklenburg, and as a wife, Lady Martí sometimes saw her husband sitting in the room silently wiping his sword, and she knew that Julian was very unwilling.

"From that point of view, we should support Arrod, shouldn't we?" Ms. Marty used the back of her right hand to caress her husband's heroic face and said dotingly.

"Really? I don't want you to feel guilty about Arrod, it's all my own choice, so as a lord, you have your own decisions, and I will fully respect it. Julian looked at his wife's beautiful face, reached out and took Ms. Marty's hand, and said to her.

"Arold is my vassal and it is my duty to provide an army for the monarch as a vassal." Ms. Marty said solemnly.

"Understood." Julian nodded, it was true that the Duke of Mecklenburg's protection had strengthened Lady Marty's position, so this was the time to test their loyalty.

"Julian, general of my court, my husband, I command you, as lord, to lead my army to the aid of Lord Duke Mecklenburg." Lady Marty withdrew her hand from Julian's hand, straightened her dress, and commanded Julian.

"Yes, my lord." Julian pretended to stand up and saluted Lady Marty respectfully, but when he straightened up, the two looked at each other and laughed.

The Count of Lübeck, having received the order of Arrod, also gathered his own army, and marched to Mecklenburg under the banner of the family coat of arms.

"Lord Duke, all the vassals have sent the messenger back, and they will lead the army to listen to you." Brother Elvet came to Arold's room and said to Arold.

"Good." Arrod was talking to Dylan at this time. Matt was playing chess, Arold listened to Brother Elvet's report and did not raise his head, these are things he expected, Brother Elvet originally came to report the good news in high spirits, but Arold seemed to be concentrating on playing chess, and did not even raise his head.

"Then, then I'll quit." Brother Elvet bowed to Arrod and looked at Dylan across from Arold. Matt reluctantly exited the room.

"Lord Duke, Brother Elvet has just reported to you the reply of the vassals." Dylan. Matt was keenly aware of the jealousy and resentment in Brother Elvet's eyes, and he hurriedly said to Arrod.

"I know, I hear you, the bishop eats your queen." Arrod casually picked up his bishop and placed Dylan diagonally. Matt's queen touched it lightly, and the other queen's fell down.

"Ahem, Lord Duke is really a good chess move." Dylan. Matt coughed softly and complimented Arrod, in fact, he had seen that move a long time ago, and the reason why he turned a blind eye was because the chess skills of the Duke of Mecklenburg were too stinky.

"You deliberately released the water!" Arold smiled and leaned back in the high-backed seat, facing Dylan. Matt said.

"There, the Duke's chess skills are improving rapidly." Dylan. Matt said with a smile.

Brother Elvet returned to his lodgings, and was in such a bad mood that he ignored the servants who had saluted him respectfully, and when he reached the corner of the cloister, he heard several servants who were serving him whispering something, and out of curiosity, Brother Elvet quietly walked over.

"I've heard that Brother Elvet has fallen out of favor, is it true?" A servant said.

"It seems to be true, the Duke doesn't often summon Brother Elvet to discuss matters, but it is Dylan. Master Matt is very favored. Another servant said.

"What's so good about that hunchback that makes the Duke so heavy?"

"Shhh Lord Matt was a popular man in the court, and even the clerks of the Duchy Court came to life. ”

"I've heard that some of the nimble gentlemen often look for opportunities to go to the courtroom to find Dylan. Where's Mr. Matt! ”

"No, those old men know the direction of the wind very well, and I heard that a gentleman still wants his wife to seduce Dylan. Master Matt, haha, if it weren't for his wife's disgust, I'm afraid it would have been. The servant gossiped.

"Hahaha, that's right, that's right, this kind of opportunity to befriend the celebrities around the Duke, we don't have a chance."

"Ahem." Brother Elvet trembled with rage, and coughed loudly.

"Oh, that's bad." The servants hurriedly dispersed and stood on both sides of the cloister with their heads bowed.

"Don't work hard, what are you doing here, did the Duke raise you for fun? I'll send you to clean up the castle huts. Brother Elvet walked up to the servants and said in a loud and angry voice.

"Huh? Yes, it's Miyasami-sama. The servants replied dejectedly, the thatched house of the castle is not a small room of a squatting pit, but on the ground floor of the castle, after those noble lords defece, the excrement will fall down the wooden pipes to the sewers, but the flow of the planks is limited, so it is often necessary for the servants to wear towels to cover their mouths and noses, and take tools to clean up the stinking sewers, which is recognized as drudgery in the castle.

"Phew." Brother Elvet walked into his room in a huff, he picked up the flask on the table, and poured himself a glass of wine, but he didn't know whether it was because the wine had been left for a long time, or if his mood affected the taste, he felt that the wine was bitter and unpleasant.

"Damn." Brother Elvet threw his glass to the ground in anger, and he sat down in his chair, his chest hunched together.

"Ping-pong-ping-pong." At that moment, there was a knock on his door.

"Who is it?" Brother Elvet asked angrily.

"Miya-sama, it's me." A priest with a shaved crown and a St. Paul's head walked in, and Brother Elvet looked like a priest in the chapel in the town outside the castle, and the two of them moved around a lot because of their religion.

"It's you, Father Brown." Brother Elvet was in a bad mood today, and he was not in the mood to catch up with the priest.

"Miya-sama, didn't bother you, did you?" Father Brown smiled when he saw the wine glass rolling on the ground and seemed to understand something.

"Oh, it's nothing, what's the matter with you?" Brother Elvet straightened his clothes, unwilling to lose his majesty in the presence of Father Brown.

"Honorable Gong Xiang, there is indeed one thing, oh no, it should be said that there is a person who admires you and wants to meet you." With a flattering smile on his face, Father Brown said to Brother Elvet.

"Oh, who is it?" Looking at Father Brown's flattering smile, Brother Elvet's vanity was satisfied, and he asked, feeling a little more in the mood.