Otto passed alone through the cloister of the castle, and as he passed, the servants and soldiers hurriedly saluted the young king, but Otto was so preoccupied that he did not have time to pay attention to the courtiers, and he walked straight out of the castle to the church where the coffin of his father Henry was placed. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Whew, whew, whew." Walking into the mausoleum, where the coffin of the old king was placed, in a dimly lit marble chamber surrounded by candles, the wind that Otto brought in made the candles in the mausoleum shake.

"Father." Otto looked at the sculpture of Henry on the marble coffin, and he seemed to see the majestic figure who had given him guidance in life.

Otto knelt in front of the coffin, he felt extremely confused at this time, desperately thinking about how to solve the matter in front of him when the old king Henry was alive.

"If it were my father, would he choose to issue a summoning order to the Duke of Mecklenburg?" Otto thought confusedly, his heart was full of rebellion and rebellion, Arold was so good, like an unclimbable wall, even Otto, who had been crowned king, couldn't help but be jealous of Arold's talent.

"I am the king, I am the ruler of the East Francons, I am God's chosen people, there is nothing in this world that I cannot solve, I have an iron will and a skill." Otto clasped his hands and knelt prayerfully in front of the coffin of the old king.

"Whew, whew, whew." The candles on both sides of the coffin shook at this time, and one of them was extinguished, Otto frowned and stood up, he picked up a lit candle on the ground, and re-lit the extinguished candle, but at this time Otto seemed to feel some kind of call in his heart, and he stared at the rekindled candle and suddenly realized.

"That's right, I see, using other people's talents doesn't affect my prestige as a king, how can I be so stupid." Otto, who suddenly understood, suddenly came to his senses, and he laughed and said, hearty laughter echoing in the mausoleum.

An East Franconian soldier wears a pointed iron helmet and leather armor, with a gray cloak fluttering behind him, a spear in his right hand and a pointed shield resting against his left foot.

"Here they are." Suddenly, the East Francian soldier standing beside the cliff saw an army with the banner of Saxony slowly moving towards them along the winding path in the distance, so the soldier hurriedly walked to the side of the cliff and shouted loudly.

"They are coming, the king's army is coming." Halfway up the mountain, another soldier immediately shouted, and the voices were heard one by one, and I saw many mushrooms in the valley like mushrooms emerging from the forest after a rainy day, and tents were set up all over the valley.

"It's finally here." The Count of Thuringia came out of a red tent, and the attendants outside the tent hurriedly tied him with a brightly colored cloak, and the count walked with a crown ring on his head, and a golden cross with many precious stones fell from his neck.

"Lord Count Thuringia." Otto's general, on horseback, led several knights to the camp of the Count of Thuringia.

"Haha, my dear friend, come and have a drink! Maybe it's the last wine in our lives, and who knows, only the Lord Almighty knows. The Count of Thuringia raised his glass and saluted the sky.

"Now is not the time to drink, we have to start working on a plan right away, and now our only advantage is speed, and the old and young Bohemians are losing to us in this regard." The Saxon general said to the Count of Thuringia.

"I have a plan." The Count of Thuringia handed the glass to his attendants, wiped his beautiful beard, and said to the Saxon general.

"Oh, sir, what do you have in mind?"

"Now that a castle is being built east of the Elbe, how about we use it to stop the Bohemians?" Said the Count of Thuringia.

"But those castles weren't built and didn't do much at all." The Saxon general frowned and said to the count.

"But the Bohemians don't know, and maybe they can be bluffed." Ludwig, Count of Thuringia, said.

"Now there is only this way, and the Count knows that we have no way to fight the Bohemians in the field, as long as we stop the Bohemians, the Duke of Mecklenburg will rush to our aid from the north, so that we will have a chance of victory." The Saxon general was a little relieved when he heard this, and he was originally worried that the Count of Thuringia would attack rashly.

"Well, since the boy of Arrod, Duke of Mecklenburg, is rushing to help, we will do this." The Count of Thuringia's hanging heart also relaxed, he mobilized all the military forces of his territory, and only then did he gather more than 3,000 people in front of him, if all of them were lost here, it would be miserable, but when he heard that Arold was also going to participate in the battle, the Count of Thuringia knew Arryd's strength.

"Then, gather your troops, and let's go to the castle east of the Elbe to defend ourselves." The Saxon general said to the Count of Thuringia.

"Let the soldiers extinguish the campfires and start marching." The Count of Thuringia said to the adjutant beside him.

"Yes." The adjutant hurriedly conveyed the count's order to the soldiers, who extinguished the lit bonfires, put away their tents on the baggage wagons, and the tents that had been scattered throughout the valley soon disappeared, replaced by the clash of weapons and the rough noise of the soldiers.

The 3,000 soldiers of the Count of Thuringia, plus the 4,000 soldiers brought by the Saxon general, a total of more than 7,000 soldiers, a large military force on the small continent of Europa, but the Bohemians were more than 30,000 people, and it was an asymmetrical war in terms of numbers.

"God forbid." The Count of Thuringia turned over his horse, and he mounted on his mount, took up the golden cross that hung around his neck, and kissed him fiercely on the mouth.

"Forward~~." The Saxon general raised his right hand and waved it vigorously to the east, and the war horse under his crotch slowly advanced, and behind him there was a roar of footsteps and the neighing of horses, and the army of seven thousand men stretched over the earth like a small snake.

"Quack, quack." A crow crossed the valleys and forests, flew through the sky and soon crossed the choppy Elbe, and in the distance the Bohemians were scattered all over the plain, moving slowly, only about five miles a day, but like a huge monster, with steady steps and a clear purpose.

"Gray Law ~~~." In front of the tribe's migration, on the left and right flanks, were groups of Bohemian cavalry, skillfully maneuvering their hip horses, constantly galloping in front and to the left and right, like a never-ending whirlwind.

"Your Majesty, we have entered the territory of the East Franks, and the riders will go and plunder the nearby farmsteads to provide food supplies for our people." When the large and bloated procession stopped, the Bohemian nobles reported to the King of Bohemia.

"Good." The King of Bohemia nodded in agreement, they were numerous, but the cost was also very large, and they needed to be constantly supplied by plundering.

"Take it." The Bohemian nobles, with their cavalry, let out a strange whistling sound from their mouths, broke away from the camp and rushed in all directions, like the tentacles of this monster, constantly grabbing and absorbing nutrients.

"Ah~~." The East Francian peasants, who lived east of the Elbe, were attacked by the fierce Bohemian cavalry, and many of them hurriedly left everything behind to help the old and the young flee from their homes, and the few brave peasants took up their forks and tried to resist, but they were killed as if swept by a strong wind.

"Bell, bell, bell~~~." The monastery bell rang desperately, announcing the arrival of the invaders in all directions, but soon the monastery was in flames, and the alarm bell abruptly stopped.

"God, please don't rain your punishment on us sinners, woo~~." The abbot had his head split by a knife and blood stained his robes, and he lay at the gate of the abbey, struggling to say his last prayer, but the rough Bohemians kicked him aside unceremoniously, laughed and walked into the monastery, taking the grain and wine from the cellar with him.