The people of the Redari did not participate in the war with the Duchy of Mason, so they knew nothing about the fears of the King of Bohemia, but even if they did, they would not have taken it to heart, and this tribe worshipping the god of war had an unusual worship of the battlefield to the death. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Then do you want to disobey the king's orders and act privately?" The Slavic nobleman asked the count.

"No, do as the king orders, and I have a hunch that we may really have a good fight with a respectable opponent." Count Radar glanced at it, and the brown bear lying on the river beach couldn't help laughing.

News of the Bohemian attack soon reached Quedlinburg, and King Otto immediately summoned his generals to the palace to discuss, and Otto understood that this must be a war in which the Bohemians learned of the new king's accession to the throne.

"Now the Bohemians are coming towards the Elbe, and once they are allowed to cross the Elbe, then we will be in no danger." Otto simply explained the situation to his generals and told them to make up their minds about how to face the battle.

"Your Majesty, we are short of manpower, and I propose to order the counts and dukes along the way to shrink the people into fortified castles, burn the farmland, and fill in the sweet wells." A general said to Otto, the king of East Francia.

"It's cowardly to burn our own farmland and kill our own cows that produce milk." However, they were immediately opposed by Otto's court, who was keenly aware from a political point of view that at the moment when Otto had just ascended the throne, such behavior would be spurned by the nobles, and Otto's royal power would be seriously shaken.

"Do you want to fight the Bohemian cavalry in the open field?" The general said with a frown, as a military expert, he knew the terrible nature of the Bohemian cavalry, and any attempt to fight it on the plains was an unwinnable act of suicide.

"If the Masons can defeat the barbarians on horseback, so can the strong Saxon warriors." Gong Xiang said loudly.

"In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit, we will be victorious." The court priest held a shepherd's staff and drew a cross in the void with his outstretched right hand.

"I don't know how the Masons won, but as far as I know, the Bohemian cavalry came and went without a trace, and there was no hope for a head-on battle." The general crossed his waist anxiously, his rough voice echoing through the King's vestibule.

"General, have the Bohemians scared you out?" The foreign minister said sarcastically.

"Is it cowardice to tell the truth? Your Majesty, allow me to prove my courage and glory. The general saluted King Otto's throne, his eyes already burning with rage.

"My general, I do not question your courage, you will lead the army of Saxony to join the army of the Count of Thuringia, and together stop the Bohemian invasion on the Elbe." Otto touched his chin, he knew exactly what his palace words meant, as a new king he had to show his courage and fearlessness.

"Your Majesty." The general said after saluting the king.

"This is all the troops we can muster." Otto, after the general left, stood up from his throne and said to his courtiers.

"I'm sorry Your Majesty, but we are not capable." The courtiers bowed their heads, and although Otto was already the nominal king, his prestige was not enough to mobilize the army of the entire kingdom.

"It's none of your business." Otto raised his hand, knowing the power he could muster.

"Your Majesty, I have a suggestion." Suddenly, the court priest came out with a shepherd's staff and said to Otto and the courtiers.

"Oh, my court priest, what do you suggest?" Otto asked, looking at him.

"Why don't we send a letter to the Mecklenburgers and let them attack the Bohemian flank from the north, a condescending attack would be more effective." The court priest said to the king.

"It's a good idea." The courtiers agreed, the king had too few allies, and now was the moment of life and death, one counted as one, but Otto hesitated.

"Your Majesty?" The courtiers looked at Otto, who was silent, and wondered why Otto didn't immediately agree to it.

Otto lingered in front of the throne for a long time, as a new king he hoped to build an empire with his own hands, rather than pretending to be the army of Arold, Duke of Mecklenburg, although Arold was his most respected friend, but as a young man he was more jealous of Arold's achievements, although Otto would not have evil thoughts because of this, but the young man's competitive spirit began to play a role at this time.

"You guys stand down first, I need to think about it carefully." Otto sat back on his throne, and with the heavy crown on his shoulder, he said to his courtiers.

Arold was standing on the dock with Soros at this time, facing the salty and wet sea breeze, and the chirping of seagulls and the endless agitation of the waves.

"Lord Duke, Sealand's ship will arrive today with the bred war horses, don't worry." Soros said to Arold.

"The pastures have already been planned, these Nordic stallions are very precious, and if I didn't own the territory of Zealand, those cunning Danes would definitely kill us in terms of price." Arold had captured the island of Zealand in the war with the Danes, so he bred tall Norse horses on the island at an early age, and these hardy horses were perfect for knightly charges.

"Look, they're coming." At this moment, Soros pointed to the sea level, and the top of the masts of several ships faintly appeared, and after a while, the entire hull was exposed, and the pot-bellied merchant ship that was about to shake in the sea gradually approached the dock.

"Ping-pong." The cables were tossed onto the pier by the sailors, tied to the wooden posts, and then placed on the pier with a bang.

"Quick, unload all the goods." Soros hurriedly said to the sailors.

"Look at these beautiful horses." Arold watched the sailors lead the tall Nordic horses down, and couldn't help but say with emotion, these horses were not panicked and walked gracefully, and they didn't seem to be afraid of the sea.

"With these horses, Lord Duke, you will be able to assemble a powerful cavalry." Soros said to Arold.

"That's right, send these horses to the Angry Lion Castle." Arold commanded Soros.

"Yes, Lord Duke." Soros knew that the ranch he had opened up was just outside the Lion Castle, and Arold seemed to enjoy putting something fresh in the Lion Castle.

"The knights of the Teutonic Order have always complained that their mounts are not imposing enough, and now this kind of horse is finally able to keep their mouths shut." Arold smirked, thinking that when the Teutonic knight in full plate armor appeared in front of the enemy, I am afraid that everyone would think that this is a monster.

Arold currently uses chain mail and gauntlet equipment for the Teutonic Knights, not real plate armor, and the craftsmen in the smelting base have been collecting data from the Teutonic Knights in the process of use, and after continuous debugging, they finally figured out a method of making plate armor.

Fortunately, many parts of Europa are rich in high-quality iron ore, and Arold bought a lot of coal from the Ruhr region through Soros's caravans, no, to be exact, a lot of coal was smuggled out, and the quality of pig iron under high-quality coal and iron ore was also improved by a notch.

"Lord Duke, we've done our best to make armor, but it will take at least three years for the entire Teutonic Order to wear plate armor." Armor Master Owen reports to Arrode.

"So at the current rate, how much plate armor can be equipped for the knights this year?" Arold asked.

"This year, a third of the knights can be equipped." Armor Master Owen thought for a moment and said.

"Well, then let the tailors of the territory make standard blouses and banners for the Teutonic knights." Arold remembers that a certain Führer once said that the uniform must be handsome enough so that people will have the desire to join the army, and Arold must make the Teutonic Knights the coolest and most handsome armed group of their time.

"Smock?" The armor master Owen was a little puzzled, the flag represented Arold and the Teutonic knights, of course, but the smock was just for the knights to prevent the rain and blood from rusting the armor, but in Arrod's mouth, it seemed to be very important.