"Night raid, interesting. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info "The Count of Radar touched his beard and showed an interesting expression, passive defense has never been the habit of the people in Radar, a successful night attack can confuse the camp of the Mecklenburgers, they can take the opportunity to attack, if it fails, it doesn't matter, at least let the Mecklenburgers not be able to rest in peace.

In the night, in the silence of the night, there was no sound at all except the chirping of insects, but a few people on the radar cautiously touched towards the camp of the Mecklenburgers, and the weeds below their knees covered their figures, and the people in these radars were covered in animal skins, and at first glance they looked like wild beasts, and their faces were striped with black, which was particularly hideous in the dark night.

"Whew, whew." Turazov bent down and looked at his companions to the left and right, they were the best hunters in the forest, for whom hunters were no different from animals.

Turazov saw that the Mecklenburgers were encamped at the edge of the forest, close to the water source and with a wide view, and it seemed that the Mecklenburgers were very good at choosing a place to stay, but Turazov saw that although torches and bonfires were lit in the camp to illuminate the gates, the rest of the camp seemed to be laxly defended.

"Very good, really blessed by the god of war!" Turazov smiled, he gestured to his companions, and together they bent down in the shadows, and when they came to the wooden fence, they carefully destroyed a section of the wooden fence, and then bent down to get in.

"It's a good temperature today, and I wish I hadn't been on patrol so I could drink ale and play a few dice to bet on tomorrow's luck." At this moment, voices were heard from the camp, several Slavic warriors patrolling with spears on their shoulders, chatting as they went.

"Hopefully, before I'm done patrolling, the ale won't be drunk." Said another Slavic spearman.

When Turazov saw the Slavic spearmen on patrol, he was not afraid but rejoiced, and he made a secret signal to his companions, and several radar men quickly touched the back of several patrolmen.

"Uh-huh."

"Poof." The Radar Man burst out of the shadows as the patrol passed, and they accurately covered the mouths and necks of several Slavic spearmen, even if the Slavic spearmen struggled desperately, it was useless, and the Radar had a sharp knife that accurately pierced the neck artery of the Slavic spearmen.

"What now?" Looking at the corpse, which had been convulsive and struggling for a while, Turazov's companion asked.

"Putting on their clothes, we pretend to be patrols and find the leader of the other side and kill him." Turazov said.

"What if the opponent is well-defended?" One of the radar men told Turazov that there were usually elite guards around the generals.

"Then find their baggage and burn it with fire." Turazov said with great experience that in the absence of food for any army, the combat effectiveness will be greatly reduced.

"Okay, that's it." The others agreed with Turazov, and they immediately changed into the clothes of the Slavic spearmen, because they were also Slavs, and after changing their clothes, they could not tell the real from the fake, and they took their spears and walked generously through the camp.

The camp of Mecklenburg was divided into five parts according to the vassals, centered on the banner of the Duke of Mecklenburg, and the other vassals' troops were scattered around.

"Let's go." Turazov gave his companions a look, and they immediately walked there.

Turazov and the others walked through the campfires, and next to the campfires were hundreds of Vikings dressed in wolf and bear skins, and they spoke loudly in rough voices, but the Viking language Turazov and others did not understand.

“￥#%……&。” Suddenly, a burly Viking slammed into Turazov's body, spilling wine from the wine glass he was holding, which annoyed the Viking, who immediately turned to stare at Turazov and uttered a series of Viking words.

"Turazov." The rest of the people on the radar became nervous, and they looked at the Vikings who looked like bulls, fearing that the other party would find out their identities, and placed a sharp battle axe next to each burly Viking.

“*&&……？” The angry Viking stared at Turazov, seemingly puzzled by Turazov, their faces almost pressed together, and Turazov could even smell the stench of wine coming from the other's mouth.

"Peng~." At this moment, Turazov did something that surprised everyone, he slammed his head on the bridge of the opponent's nose, and immediately knocked the approaching Viking warrior back a few steps and sat on the ground.

"Turazov?" Seeing that Turazov actually hit the other party in the face with his headbutt, and the Viking warriors who were originally sitting around the campfire stopped the noise and stood up and surrounded them, and the people in the radar nervously clenched the spears in their hands.

“*&%￥#。” But when the knocked over Viking warrior stood up, he staggered over and swore insults, and Turazov stood there unmoved, though his back was drenched with sweat.

"Hahahaha." At this time, there was a burst of laughter among the Vikings, who patted each other on the shoulders as if something funny had happened, and one of the Vikings handed Turazov a horn cup filled with mead, and the knocked over Viking warrior laughed and patted Turazov on the shoulder.

"Whew, it's really terrible, thanks to the god of war, but how do you know they won't kill us?" A man on the radar said.

"Hey, I'm just thinking the way a warrior thinks." Turazov said to his companions, by this time, they had already walked outside the central camp, it seemed that the patrolling soldiers had indeed made the Mecklenburgers let their guard down, and at this time, as soon as they entered the camp, Turazov swore in the name of the god of war that he would kill the leader of the Mecklenburgers even if he gave his life.

"Stop, what are you?" But just as they were walking into any other camp, two Mecklenburg soldiers blocked their way.

"Oh, we're patrolmen." Turazov said calmly and casually, he had seen this kind of interrogation, so he was very skilled, but this time it was unexpected.

"Password." The two Mecklenburg soldiers looked at them expressionlessly and said.

"Password, what password?" Turazov asked in wonder, when they killed the Slavic spearmen, they didn't expect to have any passwords.

"No password? What are you? The two Mecklenburg soldiers looked at each other, immediately grabbed their spears in both hands, put on a fighting posture, and shouted loudly.

"Cursed pig, rush in." Seeing that there didn't seem to be many soldiers in the camp, Turazov's face sank, and he gritted his teeth and grabbed his weapon and shouted to his companions beside him.

A large number of Bohemians followed their king towards the upper Elbe, and although they suffered a setback under the castle on the east bank of the Elbe, the Bohemian king had tens of thousands of troops and was nothing until this little setback.

"Your Majesty, since we have found a gap in the crossing of the river, why do you want to convey this news to the enemy?" The Bohemian nobles said to their own king.

"I'm just going to let those fellows know that we've figured out the holes in their defenses, and then they'll have only two options left, or we'll cower in the castle and won't come out, and we'll take over a lot of land after we've plundered it, and the defenders will have to be punished by their sovereign. Either come out of the castle and come after us to fight, so that I can take revenge on their meanness with my own hands. The King of Bohemia explained to the nobles who followed him.

"I see, it's better if those hateful fellows dare to fight us in the wilderness." The Bohemian nobles said one after another, but they still thought that the best way for the combined Saxon and Thuringian army to face an army of tens of thousands was to retreat in the castle.

However, the Saxon general did as they wished, leading a combined army of 3,000 men to follow behind the Bohemians, and the Bohemian army was so large that the Saxon general did not even need to send scouts to know the whereabouts of the other party, but even if he did, it would be useless, it was like having nowhere to say about a behemoth.

"Your Majesty, the East Francian army behind us has been following us." The Bohemians also noticed it, and the people in the rear immediately reported it to the King of Bohemia.

"Caught up?" After hearing the report, the King of Bohemia and his nobles were very surprised, but they did not expect the East Franks to leave the castle and put on a frontal battle in the field.

"Should I praise their bravery or laugh at their stupidity." The King of Bohemia laughed and said to his nobles.

"Then let's kill them, and it's not too late to cross the river." The Bohemian nobles said to the king.

"Well, it makes sense, we can't let such a lethal army go behind us." The king of Bohemia gently twisted the agate ring on his left index finger, relieved of his worries before continuing his advance into the hinterland of the East Franks.

At this time, the Saxon general sent a Saxon cavalryman as his envoy to send a letter of war to the Bohemians, proposing a decisive battle between the two sides in an aristocratic manner.

"General, the Bohemians are barbarians who do not convert to God, there is no need to use the etiquette of the nobles, it is better to carry out a surprise war before the Bohemians react." The Saxon chainmail cavalry, who received the order, said to the general.

"Do you think I'm really willing to go head-to-head with the Bohemians in the wild? I must buy time for His Majesty. The Saxon general sighed and said, knowing that as soon as he had left the castle with his army, the Count of Thuringia had sent messengers across the Elbe to report to Otto the seriousness of the situation, believing that Otto would immediately recruit another army against the Bohemians, but it would take time to recruit an army.