Arold grabbed the eldest son of the Count of Radar and dragged him out of the door, and the Count's wife followed behind him in horror, afraid that Arold would hurt his son, but Arold just took the eldest son of the Count of Radar to the door, which was the square. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Look, that's the honor you're after." Arold shoved the eldest son of the Count of Radar, and the eldest son of the Count of Radar staggered and fell on a pile of corpses, which were the corpses of the soldiers in the radar who were shot and killed in an attempt to resist Arold.

"Wow." The eldest son of the Count of Radar wiped his hand with a greasy hand, and when he saw that his hand was stained with red blood, he turned his head to see a pale dead man's face, staring at him with wide eyes.

The eldest son of the Count of Radar had seen such a formation, and he cried out and crawled out of the pile of dead men, his hands touching the cold limbs, and the hellish feeling he did not care.

"Smack." When the eldest son of the Count of Radar was about to crawl out, Arold raised his foot and kicked him back again, leaving the nobleman who had spoken big to fall in the pile of corpses.

"Honorable Duke, please let him go!" The wife of the Count of Redari knelt at Arrod's feet, and she hugged Arrod's leg and shook it, begging.

"Pull him out." In the face of the plea of the Count's wife in Radar, Arold finally relented and asked two Mecklenburg soldiers to lift him out of the corpse, and now this pampered noble son did not dare to mention any more honor.

Just as Arold captured the lair of the Count of Radar, Herman's vassal army fought the stubborn Count in the wetlands, and the warriors on both sides fought desperately, and the Willleslav warriors under Julian's command, armed with spears and large shields as the backbone of the main force, entangled with the warriors of Radar.

"Kill~." Julian was also like an ordinary infantry at this time, covered in mud and water, and the armor on his body was even heavier, but because of Julian's example, the Willers also raised their spears to kill the enemy.

"Dudu Dudu~~." At this time, a horn sounded in the position of Herman and his vassals, and Julian knew that today's task was accomplished, so he waved his arm to make the Wellers retreat.

When night fell, the bonfire was lit like stars in the sky, Julian and others sat around the bonfire, the vassals were having a military meeting, the onslaught of the days did not consume the morale of the people in the radar, it seemed that the more they fought, the more courageous they were, and they were blocked outside the wetland by the people in the radar, which made the vassals very frustrated.

"Ladies and gentlemen, tomorrow the Count of Lübeck will lead the army to meet the battle, and Lord Julian will rest." With a dead wood branch in his hand, Herman drew a simple map of the offensive on the ground.

"Lord Herman, we have no problem attacking, but your plan has not had any effect for several days, so when will we be able to support the King's army?" Earl Ron first asked Herman.

"The Radar Man is a good fighter among the Bohemians, and it will not be easy to bring them to their knees, so we can only use the method of fighting in turns, so that they will be weakened by exhaustion." Herman explained to Earl Ron.

"But it doesn't work much, we need a single blow to break the enemy." The Count of Lübeck also raised his own doubts, as he was the most distant among his vassals, and therefore the least active in fighting far from his own domain.

"So what do you have to do?" Herman also knew that the attacks in the past few days had indeed not achieved much success, but this was already his limit.

"Damn, it would be nice if Arrod was here." Count Yves poured some wine into his mouth with some annoyance and said, as soon as his words came out, there was silence around the campfire, and the vassals realized that they could not do without Arrod's decision, and left Arold as if the goddess of victory was also far away from them.

"Ahem, don't be discouraged, the people on the radar are just taking advantage of the wetland, as long as we find a way around the wetland, maybe we can attack them from the side or from the rear." Julian saw that the atmosphere was a little awkward, so he said to everyone.

"But there is no road, this wetland is blocking our way, there is no other way out." Count Ron said angrily.

"It's better to do this, tomorrow the Count of Lübeck attacks, I will bring a few light cavalry to reconnoiter the vicinity, if I can find the locals, they must be familiar with this wetland." Julian stood up and said to the crowd.

"It's a good idea, to-morrow I'll go with Lord Julian, and the Counts of Lübeck and Yves will be in charge of the war, so that the people on the radar won't be suspicious." Herman agreed.

"Okay, that's it." Count Yves threw his finished pouch on the ground and agreed.

The next day, the Count of Lübeck rode his horse and led his army to the wetlands, at this time, after the cyclone cannon threw a round of stone cannonballs, the Lübeck infantry rushed into the wetland with their weapons, and the people in the radar were accustomed to this rhythm of attack, when the whirlwind cannon appeared, they scattered in all directions to hide, and when the Lübeck infantry rushed in, they immediately gathered to block the crossing.

The shouts of killing resounded in the sky, and the people in the radar fought with the Lübecks in the wetlands and swamps, but no matter how the Lübecks rushed and killed, they could not break through the line of the people in the radar, and the wetlands and swamps limited the mobility of the cavalry, so that the cavalry could not play a role at all, but were beaten off their horses by the people in the radar with spears and pestles.

"Dengden~~." Julian and Herman were not idle, and they led a few cavalry to search for villages outside the wetlands, but they were very empty and inhospitable, and there were no villages or people at all.

"Damn, isn't there even a figure in this place?" Herman took off his helmet and wiped the sweat from his forehead, wondering why the sun was so hot today.

"Let's go over there!" Julian looked around, and saw a stream flowing slowly out of a grove, and with a glimmer of hope he whipped off his mount and walked towards the grove.

"Wait for me, Mistress Julian." Herman hurriedly followed, and walked into the secluded forest, where he heard only the sound of a babbling stream and the chirping of birds, as if it had nothing to do with the fighting in the wetlands not far away.

"This way." Julian jumped off his horse, and he ran to a fallen mossy tree that lay across the stream.

"What do you see?" Herman also hurriedly jumped off his horse and asked curiously.

"It's people, and there's people moving here." Julian touched the marks on the tree, as if it had been chopped by an axe.