The banners were filled with the road leading to the valley, and Bilis stood in the camp condescendingly to see Arrod's army, and he saw that Arrod had blocked all the roads into the valley, and the camp was dug a trench and planted sharp stakes, and the baggage carts were connected end to end to form an inner city, and the five-gate catapults were placed in it violently, and the knights in heavy armor walked around the camp, and the pikemen formed a line of defense with their spears to prevent them from being raided by the Bilisians when they were encamped, But Bilis didn't do that, because that's exactly what he wanted Arold to do.

"Chieftain, the Germans have followed." The few remaining vassals of Bilisk gathered around him, and the battle on the Rostock Plain actually killed many of his loyal vassals, which was something he did not expect, and he actually didn't care about the number of soldiers who died, as long as there were excellent noble vassals, then how many soldiers could be reassembled, but the death of loyal and excellent vassals was undoubtedly a major loss.

"Have you sent someone to mobilize our troops on the border?" Bilis leaned over and asked the vassals beside him.

"Yes, Chief, I have sent two light cavalry, and I set off yesterday." The vassals beside him immediately replied to him that Bilisi had fallen into this valley because he had lost the plan for the battle in his plan, and that he had an army of more than 500 men stationed on the border, and that if Arold tried to attack his camp on his back, the army on the border could attack Arold from behind, and that Arold's powerful knights in the valley would be greatly weakened by the inconvenience of horseback.

"Well done. In just two days, we settled the matter. Biliss nodded with satisfaction, and he said appreciatively to his vassals that although he had experienced a failed battle, he was able to control the sluggish army with his own prestige.

While Bilis was watching Arrod's actions, Arold was also looking at him through a telescope, and it seemed that the morale of Bilis's army was not as low as he imagined, which made Arald a little melancholy, and Arold felt more and more about the importance of morale in the constant command of a medieval army. Even a poorly equipped army. If morale is high, it can also be a heavy blow to the enemy, on the contrary, an army with low morale, even if it is fully armored, is likely to act as a porter for the enemy.

"Lord Earl, when are you going to attack?" Sir Ben and John Berg came to Arrod's side at the same time. They were confident that they could break through the camp in Bilisi. Just waiting for Arrod's order.

"There's no rush. Let's eat and rest first. Arold put down his monoporous binoculars and said to his two generals, and out of the corner of his eye he saw Julian mixed in with the baggage miscellaneous troops. The most powerful general in the past was now wearing a mud-stained shirt, wielding a shovel and digging with the others, Julian was silent and desperately digging the earth, even if some of the handymen beside him were lazy and slippery, he did not stop, as if he wanted to spend all his strength on digging trenches.

"Stop and rest." At this time, the overseer shouted to the handymen, who all sighed and sat on the floor, and it was God's gift to be able to get a moment of rest from the heavy labor, but Julian did not stop, and the others laughed as if they were looking at a clown, looking at this fool who did not rest.

"Hey, you stop and rest." The Overseer frowned and looked at the maverick Julian, who came over with a whip in his hand, he was a member of the Merchant Guild of Vismar Town who had never met Julian before, and he didn't know Julian's identity, only that Julian was a thorn.

"Hmm." Julian, however, did not listen to the overseer at all, and went on with his work as if he were to dig the whole trench by himself.

"Hey, how dare you disobey me, you bug." The Overseer raised his whip in annoyance, and was about to teach the disobedient thorn a lesson, but the whip in his hand never fell, for a pair of iron pincer-like hands grabbed his whip from behind, and the Overseer turned back in surprise to see several strong javelinmen in leather armor glaring at him.

"Ping-pong." The javelin, who had grabbed the overseer's whip, clenched his fist and slammed it into the overseer's face, knocking him to the ground, his teeth spurting blood into the dirt, and the miscellaneous servants around him hid in fear.

"Old, old man, what are you doing here?" The overseer who fell to the ground covered his bleeding mouth, he looked at the cavalry of Arold in surprise, and he did not know where he had offended these high-flying soldiers, even if he was ignorant, he knew that the cavalry would always be the best in the aristocratic army.

"If you dare to call him a bug again, I'll cut off your head." The Javeliner pointed at the tip of the overseer's nose and cursed.

"Well, no, I don't dare." The overseer fell to his knees, and he didn't know how he provoked these murderous evil stars, so he hurriedly catered to them.

"Sir Ben, send the Javeliners back to Mecklenburg Castle to rest, and don't stay here any longer." Arjod snorted coldly in his nose, Julian's influence on the javelinmen was still so great, and Julian seemed to have a grudge in his heart, he needed to continue to sharpen it, so he ordered Sir Ben with this thought.

"Well, it's the Earl." Watching the farce at the trench digging site, Sir Ben shook his head secretly, if Julian obeyed Arrod's punishment in peace, maybe Arold relented and let him return to the court in a few days, but the javelinmen made such a fuss to Julian.

"Is he still in the baggage team?" It's not just Arold and the others who care about Julian, in the camp on the other side, Marty asks her entourage.

"Yes, every day I do all kinds of physical heavy work, it's like an ordinary handyman, hey, I really don't know what the Germanic people think." The entourage said with a sigh, and Julian, who was ragged and gray-faced, couldn't see at all that he had led the fierce javelin cavalry and looked heroic on the battlefield.

"No, I'm going to Arrod, how can he do this to Julian." Marty flicked her whip angrily, and the whip kicked up dust under her feet, and she was about to go to Arold for a theory.

"You can't go, Ms. Marty." At this time, the general beside her blocked the way, and advised bitterly, "This is the internal affairs of the Germanic people, and we have no right to interfere, not to mention that the enemy is in front of us, and we must not provoke Arold for such a small matter." ”

"But, but." Marty clenched her hands in pain, she was caught in a dilemma, as the general said, now was not the time to be rash, she was a strong ruler in addition to being a woman, with her own duties and tasks.

Both sides of the war, on the first day, were busy with their own affairs, and on the surface it seemed to be calm, but everyone knew that beneath this calm surface, there was a turbulent undercurrent hidden under this calm surface, and the cavalry of Bilis, who had called for help, arrived in the border jungle without stopping, where an army of five hundred men was stationed, and they were also waiting for orders from Bilis.

"Gray Law ~~~." The cavalry of Bilis, who had called for help, saw the tents and campfires in the dense forest wipe the sweat from his face, and he finally reached the gathering point.

"Who is it?" At this time, several Slavic spearmen blocked the way of the cavalry, and they glared at the cavalry in front of them, trying to find out his identity.

"I am the messenger of Lord Bilis, and this is his instrument of command, with his wax seal on it." The cavalryman immediately pulled out a document representing Billis's order, raised it high and said to the soldiers who were blocking his way.

"Oh, that sigil really seems to be Mistress Bilis's, come on in, how's the fight going?" When the soldiers saw the mark, they hurriedly made way for the cavalry, and without saying a word, the cavalry rode in, and at the end of the road stood several nobles dressed in leather and iron armor, one of whom had bright feathers stuck in his helmet, symbolizing his position as leader. (To be continued......)

PS: I'm sorry everyone, there have been a lot of things lately, but it should be busy, I will step up the update, thank you for your support and love.