The Bohemian horse tamer Pully, Mo looked up at the falling raindrops in the camp, the sky was overcast and always made him feel a little uneasy, the Duke of Bohemia stationed his baggage camp in an abandoned village not far from the battlefield, and at this time it had been more than half a day since the Duke of Bohemia led his army to fight against the noble alliance of the Duchy of Mason.

"Dear Lord Primo, what's wrong with you?" At this moment, a voice came from behind Primo, and Primo turned to see that it was the merchant who had taught him how to play dice, and they had been together for the past few days, so the relationship had become very good.

"Something isn't right." Primo let the rain fall on him, and he stepped on the muddy ground under his feet, and walked over to Julian's side and said to him.

"What's wrong?" Julian asked curiously.

"Hurry up and find yourself a fast horse, my friend." Primo's face became more and more nervous, and he said to Julian.

"Why, what's wrong?"

"The Duke may have lost the battle, and perhaps the enemy will attack here soon." Primo gasped and a white mist emanated from his mouth, and at this time there was a group of more than forty Bohemian soldiers in the camp who were there to protect and escort the supplies, in addition to more than thirty wandering prostitutes/prostitutes gathered from nearby territories, and more than a dozen merchants accompanying the army.

"Defeated? No, what basis do you have. Julian asked.

"It must have been a defeat, it had never happened before. Not only were the heralds, but even the lazy cavalry nowhere to be seen, and it was as if we had been isolated and forgotten by the world. Primo shook his head, he had fought with the army for most of his life, and seemed to be extraordinarily sensitive to things on the battlefield.

"Maybe they're still fighting, or they're in a stalemate with the enemy." Julian stretched out his hand in the direction of the Duke of Bohemia's expedition and explained to Primo.

"No way, it's so dark and it's raining, they can't fight in the dark of the rainy night, and there is no one to fetch the baggage. There must be trouble. Primo couldn't explain more to Julian. But Julian felt that Primo had a point, and went for some fast horses, but he wondered if the Duke of Bohemia should help Arold take this enemy stronghold if he really lost the battle. But when he looked at the Bohemian soldiers who were sitting around the farmhouse and lighting a bonfire. He was not sure that he would defeat forty soldiers on his own. Just as he hesitated, a loud noise gradually appeared from the darkness.

"Huhuhu~~~." Between the shadows, it seemed that some soldiers had emerged from the darkness. Hearing the sound of commotion and human breathing, the Bohemian soldiers in the camp hurriedly grabbed their weapons from the farmhouse and rushed out, but they were almost stunned by the sight before them, only to see many Bohemians supporting each other from the muddy path, they threw away their armor and braved the heavy rain, many lost their shoes and walked barefoot on the muddy ground, many more were wounded.

"What's wrong?" The Bohemian soldiers in the guarded camp looked at these wolf-brisk compatriots and asked loudly in shock, but no one answered them, these Bohemians saw the camp with a bonfire, as if their strength had returned to their bodies, they rushed in regardless of it, overturned the tongs on the bonfire, looked for edible pieces of meat from the ground, and some people took the clay pot and poured the water in it, and the whole camp was in a mess, and the screams of the prostitutes/prostitutes in the camp, Let the horror and uneasiness finally boil in this camp.

"It's a rout, terrible, what about their nobles and masters?" Looking at the scene in front of him, Primo put his hand on his forehead, he knew that the worst thing had happened, the Duke of Bohemia had undoubtedly suffered a crushing defeat, and these routs without any officer restraint in front of him would be even more terrible than the enemy, they were robbing and raping everywhere, and the soldiers in the camp could not stop them at all.

"Primo, let's go, it's time to leave." Seeing that the situation was gradually losing control, Julian hurriedly turned over and took Primo with him, and he kicked the horse in the belly and rushed out, knocking several rout soldiers with fierce looks in their spear-wielding eyes to the ground, and rushing out of the camp at once.

"Deng, Deng, Deng, Deng~~~~." Just as Julian was riding his horse and rushing out of the camp, the sound of horses' hooves sounded from the side of the abandoned village, and several Bohemian cavalry appeared in front of them, although these cavalrymen also looked very tired and wolf, but their eyes did not have the fierce and desperate look of the rout, which made Julian's heart relax a little.

"Did you come out of the baggage camp?" At this time, a cavalryman came out, because it was raining and it was too dark to see the opposite side, so Julian could only see the shimmering gloss of the good chain mail worn by the cavalryman.

"Yes, we just escaped from the camp." Julian knew that he would be a Bohemian nobleman who could wear such armor, so he hurriedly replied to the other party's words.

"Escape from the camp? The Masons are attacking so quickly? The horseman screamed at Julian's words, and the other horsemen also made the sound of their weapons rubbing against each other, and these horsemen seemed to have been frightened by the Masons, and the slightest movement would make them restless.

"It's not the Masons, it's our own rout, they're attacking the baggage camps." Primo, who was sitting behind Julian, said in a hoarse voice at this time.

"Oh, it's Primo, I'm Count Otta." The cavalryman took a few steps forward, and at this time Julian and Primo saw clearly that it was really Count Otata, but they didn't expect that Count Otta, who was closest to the Duke of Bohemia, turned out to be a wolf, but what surprised them even more was that a cavalryman behind Count Ota suddenly spoke up.

"The baggage camp is no longer able to go, there is no dangerous terrain to defend anywhere, and we must return at once to the castle of Count Lausitz, where the soldiers are regrouped." When the voice sounded, there was a bit of desolation, but Julian and Primo immediately recognized it as the honorable Duke of Bohemia.

"Duke, Lord Duke." Julian and Pryan stammered in almost unison.

"Come with us." The Duke of Bohemia said to Julian and Primo that it would be rare for Primo to say a few words to the Duke of Bohemia on weekdays, but because of the defeat, the Duke was pleasant at this time.

"Lord Duke, go quickly, the cavalry of the Masons are coming after you." At this moment, a cavalry archer rushed from the direction of their retreat, and he and his men were in charge of breaking the rear, and monitoring the movements of the Masons, who, despite their rest, braved the heavy rain to pursue the scattered Bohemian rout, and one of the cavalry led by the knights was approaching in this direction.

"Let's go~~~." Count Otta glanced anxiously at the rear and shouted to the Duke of Bohemia, who also kicked his crotch and headed in the direction of Count Lauzitz's castle, which they had been besieged not long ago, but now became their only place of refuge, and fate was always so harsh and joked. (To be continued......)