After all, the javelins in the hands of the javelinmen were limited, and when they finished projecting the javelins in their hands, and the horses under their crotches were exhausted, they retreated in the direction of Mecklenburg Castle, looking at the javelinmen who had fled away, the Rostock people did not know why they were relieved, they would rather be hacked to death by the enemy face to face than be shot by the javelins without even touching the face of the opponent.

"Chief, the enemy has fled, and I will send more archers tonight." Xavier advised the chief of Rostock that only the archers, once they spotted the javelin, could stop them from disrupting the camp, and then shrink their forces so that the scattered forces would not be broken individually.

"No, no more camping, immediately order the troops and horses and march to Mecklenburg Castle." However, the chief of Rostock did not agree to Xavier's suggestion, and he ordered the chiefs to march to the castle of Mecklenburg, and the chief of Rostock thought that if he continued to delay, he did not know what new tricks Arold would play.

The Rostockians reluctantly restarted on the road under the orders of their chieftain, even if they were physically and mentally exhausted, but they had to struggle to get on the road under the whip of their chief, and the ranks dragged on in the case of low morale, even the banner representing the chieftaincy and nobility was crooked, but the Rostock chief used his tenacity to manipulate his men to advance, and in front, just in front of him was victory, and he constantly rode his war horse in front of and behind the team, and then ran and roared in his rough voiceHis voice seemed to be heard from miles away.

It takes a great deal of courage and command to march in the dark, but partly because Arold has built a cobblestone road that extends the road between the castle and the countryside. This allowed them to find their way with the white sheen reflected off the cobblestones by the moonlight, which was tamped so that the Rostockians did not have to sink their feet into the mud, and thus marched much faster.

"I have to thank the damned Germanic people, if we conquer this county, we should do the same way." Chief Rostock looked at the sturdy and smooth road under his feet and said to Xavier beside him.

"These will soon be yours as a chief." Xavier said enviously to Chief Rostock.

"Don't worry Xavier, if you capture Mecklenburg, I'll give you a town." Chief Rostock stroked his chin and triumphantly promised his bravest warriors.

"Thank you for your appreciation, I will lead the soldiers to take Mecklenburg Castle and dedicate it to you with both hands."

"Soldiers. Pick up the pace. The Germanic wivesses of Mecklenburg are waiting for you, and there are vats of mead and food for you to eat, and chests of treasure are waiting for you. "Chief Rostock inspired his soldiers with the darkest and greedy desires of mankind, and the soldiers perked up when they heard the chief's promise. Soldiers at the bottom of society live a hard life. Hard work could not lift them and their families out of poverty. But war, or a victorious war, through the spoils of war and plunder, can become the new nouveau riche.

When the sun rose the next day, the archers on top of the towers of the Arrow Tower in Mecklenburg yawned. Pacing with a bow on his back on the arrow tower, suddenly he seemed to find something unusual out of the corner of his eye, so he walked to the shooting hole and looked out, the buildings outside the castle were demolished by Arold, leaving only the traces of the foundation laid by the wooden stakes, but soon the archer saw many soldiers with various flags coming out of a forest under the hill, those soldiers looked tired but excited, they held their shields, held spears and swords in their hands, and their eyes were full of greed at Mecklenburg Castle on the hill, But the majestic castle made them hesitate.

"Woo, woo, woo~~~." Seeing the dense Rostock people coming out of the woods, the archer's face turned pale, he immediately ran to the arrow tower and picked up a horn, puffed out his cheeks and blew desperately, the low sound of the horn penetrated all corners of the castle, and the people in the castle became solemn when they heard the sound of the horn, and they knew that the enemy was finally coming to the city.

"Finish this drink, you dog." In the butcher's tavern in the castle, Martin poured a glass of bitter ale into Webster's mouth, completely ignoring the self-proclaimed artist's hand, and several bone sieves were placed in front of their wooden tables, which seemed to be gambling, and Webster covered his mouth with his sleeve with a sad face, and bitter ale spurted from his mouth.

"Hahaha." Looking at Webster's embarrassed appearance, Martin Harry laughed, and he leaned back on the wooden chair and rested his feet on the wooden table, although Martin once hated the flamboyant wandering artist, but their love of gambling and drinking made them frequent companions in and out of the tavern to drink.

"Damn, you've poured it into my nostrils and choked me." Webster angrily said to the rude Spaniard that he was content with his present quality of life and leisure, and that Webster had become a member of Arrod's court because of his contribution to Arrod's propaganda of the decree, and that Webster had his own room in the castle tower, and that he could have dinner with Arold in the evening, although only at the end of the table, but it was enough to make him proud, but he was always drunk by the abominable Martin.

"If you want to gamble and lose, how about you still have a handful?" Martin picked up the sieve and held it in his hand, ready to throw it again, but he stopped his movements, and even the drunken people in the dimly lit tavern looked up from the table where they were lying on their stomachs.

"Huh, what's the sound?" Webster heard it too, and he staggered to his feet, his feet swaying after a night of drinking.

"It's an alarm, the enemy is finally coming." Martin leapt to his feet, straightened his armor, the leather armor creaking, and hung the sword leaning against the edge of his chair at his waist.

"Enemies? Slav? Webster's hand shook, and the glass in his hand fell to the ground, and he heard the sound of the trumpet faster and faster, and the terrible war had really fallen from the sky, and he swallowed his saliva, and his throat gurgled sound.

"What? You're scared. Martin grabbed the remaining half of the ale on the table, craned his neck and drank it all, looking at Webster's frightened look, he couldn't help but feel ridiculous, could fear avoid disaster?

"Sort of." Webster smiled wryly at the heroic Martin, he had seen the private battles of the nobles, the corpses piled up on the moor, the blood stained the meadows, the soldiers who had their hands and feet cut off wailing, the monks in gray monk's clothes dragging the wounded out of battle, the cries of orphans and widows trembling in the night wind, this was his only impression of war.

"Then you go to the tower and stay, where is it safe, I'm going to report to the barracks, after all, I'm a captain." After Martin finished speaking to Webster, he pushed open the wooden door of the tavern and strode in the direction of the castle barracks, and many sergeants with weapons in their arms also walked silently in one direction.

"There is nothing in the world that cannot be warned, and endless battles cannot be fought." Standing at the window of his bedroom, he muttered verses of Paradise Lost, and his eyes could see the towering arrow towers and the majestic walls of the castle, in the shadow of which the women and children rushed in panic in the direction of the towers, which Arold allowed to take refuge in during the war.

"Your Excellency, Lord Earl, what you said is really beautiful and apt." A little attendant who was helping Arold put on chain mail heard Arrod's words reciting verses and said in admiration.

Arold's chain mail is covered with a Tang-style leather armor, although the weight will increase a little, but it can provide the necessary defense, and Arold's left arm is covered with plate armor gauntlets made by Orn and Newman, because of time only the left hand, so Arold's right hand is still wearing chain mail long sleeves, the long-sleeved cuff squire is tied with a leather belt, and his right hand is wearing a leather glove. Chain mail, plate armor gauntlets, black lion heraldic blouse, two-handed half-sword hanging from the waist, and a white long-eared cloth hat on his head, the long-eared cloth hat is to protect his head from being rubbed by the chain mail hood outside, Arod could have worn a bottle iron helmet to protect his head, but he hated the stuffy heaviness of the bottle helmet and the narrow field of vision, and finally chose the chain mail hood.

"If the verses can defeat the enemies outside the castle, I'd rather chant them here all day." Arold moved his wrists and smiled as he moved his wrists after he was fully dressed, and just as he was walking in from outside the bedroom from the knights of Julian and the Order of St. Jom's Brothers, who were also dressed in military uniforms.

"Your Excellency Earl." Julian and Ban bowed to Arrod, and they saw the sun shining through the window on Arrod's body, which seemed to exude majesty and power, but the count was calm under the pressure of the army.

"The army is all set up, right?" Arjod asked Julian.

"Yes, archers and crossbowmen are on standby on the walls and will meet them head-on if the enemy attacks." Julian held the hilt of his sword at his waist and said firmly.

"Will the knights follow me?" Arold nodded in satisfaction, and then he turned his head to look at the knights, who had been supported by the Church knights from his fiefdom, and who hoped that these brave and fearless knights would follow him in battle.

"Rest assured, in the face of the threat of the infidels, we swear to follow in your footsteps, it is God's will." The jazz class replied in a firm tone.

"Then all that remains is to sharpen our swords with the necks of the Slavs." A smile appeared on the corner of Arrod's mouth, and the three of them looked at each other and smiled. (To be continued......)