Although the Bohemians were semi-nomadic, they also built their own towns, but they were not as good as the Franks, and they were not protected by tall stone walls, but simply enclosed with wooden fences, and the herdsmen drove the cattle and sheep out of the town at sunrise and back to the town at sunset. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Lord Earl has led the young men to make great achievements, and I don't know how long it will take to come back?" A nobleman who had run the town in place of the Count of Radar sat cross-legged at the gate with a yawn, with a lot of food and ale in front of him, and a tax collector collecting toll from merchants and travelers who entered.

"My lord, something seems to have happened, why did the herdsmen come back so early?" At this time, the soldier in the radar was holding a spear and saw some abnormal situations, and hurriedly said to the nobleman.

"What's going on, is there a rainstorm?" The nobleman stood up, and he looked up at the clear sky, which did not look like it was raining.

"Baa, Mu~~." Soon a large number of sheep and cattle were crowded at the city gates, and the herders were desperately driving their cattle into the town, but there was chaos.

"Bastard, what's the matter, why are you blocking the city gates?" The nobles in the radar angrily scolded the herdsmen, trying to understand what they were panicking about.

"Master, it's not good, there's a large force of cavalry attacking, let's go in and hide." The herdsman said to the nobles in fear.

"What nonsense, the tribute to the Magyars this year has already been given, and they won't come so soon." The nobleman in the radar angrily scolded the herdsman who spread rumors, and said in disbelief.

"It's a real man, but I don't think they're Magyars, but Franks." The herdsman, with a ruddy face and rough hands, who had taken off his felt hat, said to the nobleman in the radar with a look of grievance.

"Franks, are you crazy? Is it the devil who is fascinated by the mind? The herdsman's words made the nobles in the radar unable to believe it, but soon he heard the roar of horses' hooves in his ears, and he was startled and quickly craned his neck to look over.

A large force of cavalry appeared on the horizon, and above the cavalry was the banner of the black lion, and although the nobleman in the radar did not recognize the insignia on the banner, he knew that it was the flag of the Franks.

"Close the door, close the door." The half-bald head of the nobleman in the radar was covered with greasy sweat, dense in the sun, and he shouted for the soldiers at the city gate to close the door, an act that made the herdsmen anxious, whose cattle had not yet been driven into the town.

"Lord Duke, this is the capital of Litomerice, as long as we take here, we will control most of Litomerice's territory." Sean rode after Arrod and saw the town perched on the plains, and said to Arryd.

"Let's attack~." Looking at the chaotic city gates, Arold could imagine that the people in the radar had no idea that they would attack here so quickly.

"Crossbow cavalry attack." The light cavalry led by Ted first attacked first, they were faster, and when they saw the Frankish cavalry rushing towards them, the herdsmen in the radar were even more panicked, one desperately trying to close the gates, the other trying to squeeze in.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh~~." The Slavic javelinmen led by Ted galloped to the perimeter of the town, and although the town of the Radar was rudimentary, there were several wooden watchtowers, and the archers on the watchtowers shot arrows at the javelinmen.

"Drive it~~." When the Slavic Javelinmen saw that the other party was shooting arrows at them, they immediately formed a circular formation, constantly running around a circle, throwing the javelins in their hands as they ran, and the arrows of the people in the radar could not hit them at all in the high-speed movement, while the javelinmen could throw javelins without stopping.

"Ah~~." The Slavic Javelinmen underwent rigorous daily training in the Angry Lion Castle, and their javelins were almost a hundred shots, and one of the archers on the radar was nailed to the sentry tower with a javelin and screamed.

"Crunch, taut~~." After the Javelinmen were the Crossbowmen, a combination of crossbows and cavalry, and although they had a slower rate of fire than the Javelinmen, they had the advantage of a long range, and the crossbow itself was a very stable weapon, allowing the crossbowmen to have enough time to aim.

"Aggressive~~." The crossbow bolts continued to shoot at the city gate, and the two radar soldiers who tried to close the city gate were shot to the ground, and the nobleman in the radar guarding the city saw this, but only closed the city gate, and actually abandoned his duties and fled.

"Heavy cavalry rushed in and occupied the square." When Arold saw the nobles in the radar desert the gates and fled, he seized the opportunity and immediately ordered the heavy cavalry to attack.

"For the glory of the duke~~." The Mecklenburg cavalry was a terrible group of cavalrymen armed with plate armor, clothed in cloth and cotton wool stuffed and sewn cloth inside, and covered with breastplates, gauntlets, and leg armor, cloth armor and closed helmets on their heads, long riding pistols in their hands, and swords at their waists.

The members of this Mecklenburg heavy cavalry, most of whom were forcibly taken from various Slavic noble families during Arold's conquest of Pomerania, actually existed as hostages at first, but they were brought into the school in the castle of the Angry Lion for brainwashing education, and the first thing they did every morning was to shout loudly "Long live Arold" and "For the glory of the Duke", and the teachers in the military school would constantly emphasize Arold's greatness.

After a year of study and screening, the children of the nobles who are considered to have excellent ideas will be promoted to the second grade, at which time they will begin to learn military skills and cultural knowledge, and in the third year, these noble children will be divided into two branches, the children of the nobles who love to fight will become the Mecklenburg heavy cavalry and serve in the Mecklenburg Legion, and those who love cultural knowledge will continue to study and cultivate a bureaucratic management class for Arold.

Of course, for those noble children who refused to obey, Arold did not embarrass them, and sent them back to their families, at first those noble families felt that it was a kind of luck, but gradually they would find that their family had been cut off from the opportunity to enter the political core of Mecklenburg, and only then did they find that it was a family disgrace.

"Drive it~~." The Mecklenburg heavy cavalry, with their rifles in hand, rushed to the gates, just as the only group of defenders in the town arrived, and with their spears they tried to stop the Franks from entering.

"Dismount and fight on foot." Seeing that the opposing spearmen were approaching, the Mecklenburg heavy cavalry who rushed into the city gate immediately jumped off their horses, although they were wearing plate armor, but this fine armor made from the smelting base did not hinder their movement in the slightest.

"Whew~~." The Mecklenburg heavy cavalry jumped off their horses, threw away their pistols, drew their swords at their waists, and faced the approaching spearmen.

"Kill~~." Although the spearmen in the radar were just a group of soldiers who were left to guard the town because of their mediocre combat effectiveness, they were warlike radar people after all, and when they saw a group of strange heavy cavalry blocking in front of them, not only did they not be afraid, but raised their spears and stabbed them.

"Ping~~." The Mecklenburg heavy cavalry were stabbed by spears, they only retreated slightly, but they did not suffer any damage, their whole body enclosed in armor, and their weight at this time was more than one hundred and sixty catties.

"God of War, what kind of monster is this?" Looking at the Mecklenburg heavy cavalry, who had been stabbed by spears and did not move, the spearmen in the radar showed a surprised expression.

"Stop the Duke's enemies, and kill them." The Mecklenburg heavy cavalry let out a cold urn sound from the pig-faced closed helmet, and they looked at the radar spearmen in front of them from the twelve small peep slits, and their bodies moved, and when their feet stepped on the ground, the dust on the ground shook and flew, and the Mecklenburg foot heavy cavalry seemed to be small tanks.

"Ping-pong, ping-pong, ping-pong~~." The Mecklenburg heavy cavalry broke into the crowd of spearmen in the radar without hesitation, and the spearmen beside them desperately struck them with their weapons, but they were like immature children against giants.

"Devil, this must be the devil." The spearmen in the radar had nowhere to do anything against this group of monsters in full armor.

"Kill, kill, kill~~." But at this moment, the Mecklenburg heavy cavalry began to move, brandishing the swords in their hands, and set off a bloody rain in the spearmen in the radar, and blood and severed limbs were constantly splashed.

"Oh woo~~, this can't be." The captain of the spearman in the radar, looking at the vulnerable appearance of his men, he first felt the taste of fear, this is definitely not a warrior in the world, only the devil in hell will be like this, as a warrior in the radar he felt powerless to fight.

"Scandium~~." As soon as the captain of the spearman in the radar let go of his hand, the knife in his hand fell to the ground, his knees fell to the ground, his head drooping, and the screams of his companions seemed to be far away.

"Kang Chang~~." At this moment, a pair of legs protected by steel appeared in front of him, and he saw a Mecklenburg heavy cavalry standing in front of him, and the Mecklenburg heavy cavalry raised his sword high and swung it towards the neck of the spearman captain in the radar.

"Puff~~." A stream of blood erupted, and the head of the spearman captain in the radar rolled at his feet, and his headless body twitched and fell to the ground like a helpless stake.