Flames rose among the Pomeranians, and even in later generations there were few armies that did not collapse under the simultaneous blows of the ground and the air, not to mention the fact that these Pomeranians thought that they could fly and throw fireballs in the air were already associated with witchcraft and the like, and this was an unknown force that even the most brave warriors could not resist.

"Damn, the Mecklenburgers are using witchcraft, I should bring my own priests." The Grand Chief of Pomerania was furious, his soldiers were peasants who had never seen the world, and the scene before them was beyond their imagination, not even in the story of the children who were about to be extinguished in the shacks of the farmhouse at night.

"Chieftain, hurry up and find a way, our soldiers are scattering and fleeing." The Pomeranian nobles shouted at the Grand Chieftain, and whips and fists could not stop the soldiers from fleeing, and even the nobles' own personal guards became terrified.

"With a bow and arrow, shoot that thing." The Grand Chief of Pomerania said angrily to the nobles beside him.

"But Great Chief, are you sure this will work for that thing?" The Pomeranian nobles asked uncertainly.

"How do I know, it's better than not trying." As soon as the Grand Chief of Pomerania finished speaking, a collective shout was heard from the woods behind the Mecklenburg regiment, and the Mecklenburg cavalry rushed out under the leadership of Arrode.

The spear phalanx is separated~~~. The officers of the Mecklenburg Regiment heard the sound of the horses' hooves, and immediately ordered the soldiers around them, and the small drummers struck the rhythm of the formation, and with the rhythm of the rhythm, the pikes that had been arranged in three horizontal rows split into three large phalanxes, and the gap between the phalanx and the phalanx was just right for the cavalry to pass through Guò.

"Boom~~~." Mecklenburg's cavalry rushed out of the gaps between the phalanxes, their horses neighing and rushing into the scattered lines of the Pomeranians. The horsemen immediately and unceremoniously slashed left and right with their sabers and swords, and the Pomeranians, who were already panicked, were even more dizzy by the surprise attack of the cavalry.

"Kill~~." Arold looked at the Pomeranians in front of him from the gap in his helmet, and these Pomeranians became scurrying around like headless flies, and even the occasional soldier who took up arms and tried to resist would be knocked to the ground by the horses of the Mecklenburg cavalry, and the blade of the sword kept slashing at the people, and even Arold himself felt numb. Flesh splattered and covered the robes and cloaks.

"Wow~~." Suddenly a fire rushed into the sky, the fire was so strong, and there was a rumbling sound in the air, Arold hurriedly blocked it with his arm, when he looked at the sky from the gap, he couldn't help but grow his mouth, only to see the hot air balloon floating in the air actually burned, and there were many arrows inserted in the hot air balloon.

"Oops, it's the Pomeranians who shoot arrows." Arold watched as the hot air balloon was shot, and the hot air balloon at one end burned out for some reason. Then the whole hot air balloon turned into a large fireball floating in mid-air, and the two Mecklenburg soldiers on the fireball jumped from the wooden basket in flames, of course, they would not survive jumping from such a high place, and even worse, the burning hot air balloon also carried several cans of Greek fire.

"Earl, get out of here." By this time, the hot air balloons were already attacking everyone indiscriminately, and the Mecklenburgs and Pomeranians, who had been entangled in the battle, retreated to both sides, wanting to get as far away as possible from the dangerous thing. In the face of this calamity that fell from the sky, both sides invariably agreed to a tacit truce.

"Back off, back off. God, Jesus, Christ. Barron, the leader of the Reaper Mercenary Regiment, drew a cross and retreated into the woods with his own men, and the Mecklenburg legions no longer fled into the woods in a neat formation.

"It's because of the material." Arold watched as the flaming hot air balloon fell in the middle of the battlefield, and some of the Pomeranians who had no time to escape became a fireball and let out a terrible wail. Soon he fell to the ground and did not move, looking from a distance like a bonfire burning on the ground.

"Boom~~~~." The Greek fire in the falling hot air balloon exploded, and a strong fire shot into the sky, Arold and the others couldn't help but look away, and at the same time, the psychological shock brought to everyone was huge. It turns out that this thing is so dangerous.

"I'm not going to be doing this anymore." Arold frowned and shook his head, and said to Baron Ron beside him, maybe he said it to himself, the incomplete super-era weapon is really uncontrollable and too dangerous.

"Huhuhu, bastard, bastard Germanic." The Grand Chief of Pomerania gasped, and the horse under his crotch had lifted him off his back in fright, and in desperation he had to run on foot away from the dangerous hot air balloon, and finally caught his breath and sat on the ground frightened by the sound of the explosion and the light of the fire.

"Are you alright, Great Chief?" The Pomeranian nobles hurriedly gathered around and lifted their leader up.

"I, I'm getting out of here, this Count of Mecklenburg is an evil wizard." The Grand Chief of Pomerania shouted in a hoarse voice, his eyes full of the blazing battlefield that had surpassed his thoughts and cognition.

"Oh, that's right." The Pomeranian nobles with their faces covered in smoke nodded their heads, and they also felt that it was a mistake to provoke such a terrible person, and this time it would be good not to lose a single life.

In the light of the setting sun, the golden sunlight sprinkled on the green meadow, and when the feet stepped on the meadow, it was as comfortable as stepping on the carpet, but at this time the eyes of thousands of people were fixed on the two nobles on horseback on the grass, and behind them two attendants each carried the flag, one of the flags of the family of Arcold, Count of Mecklenburg, and the other the banner of the Grand Chief of Pomerania.

"Dear Lord Count Mecklenburg, I am sorry that we have such a big dispute, and although it is very regrettable that my ally Lord Kang Tuoyi has died at your hands, I think it is a just war, and it also means that I have fulfilled my war obligations, and if you allow it, I will return to my territory with my own people, which is also a reminder that the soldiers on both sides can return home safely." The Grand Chief of Pomerania proposed a peace agreement against Arrod.

"Honorable Grand Chief of Pomerania, is it possible that you have led your army to attack my territory and the castle without permission, and have caused me so heavy losses, and now you are asking for peace?" Arold rode his horse and looked at the Grand Chief of Pomerania in front of him, and he pointed with his chin in the direction of Mecklenburg, protesting against the Grand Chief of Pomerania.

"War always hurts, doesn't it? Besides, you've gained Contope's territory, Watergastershire, which should be enough to make up for your family's losses. The Grand Chief of Pomerania said with a slight smile.

"It's shameless, Kang Tuoyi took the land of his brother Bilis, and I only went to help him regain the lost land because of Lord Billis's invitation." Arold immediately pleaded.

"Honorable Earl, you and I know very well what is going on, so that I will recognize your irrefutable dominion over the county of Watergast, and keep the border peace between you and me, and give you two hundred silver in compensation." The Grand Chief of Pomerania was well versed in the art of compromise and negotiation in politics, and he wanted to exchange Arold for the promise of ruling over the land he had already acquired.

"Hmph, it's just two hundred silver." Arold said dismissively, but Arold also knew that he did not need to continue to fight the Pomeranians, although he had conquered a large territory, it would take time to digest.

"Why, if you don't have three hundred silver offices, you can't have more."

"Well, with the right to trade, let my merchants trade freely in your territory." Arold added some chips.

"Yes." The Grand Chief of Pomerania breathed a sigh of relief, and he immediately nodded in agreement.

"Also, give me this." Arold pointed to the scepter in the hand of the Grand Chief of Pomerania, whose face was full of doubts, but he still handed over the scepter in his hand, which was made of iron and inlaid with various gems, and seemed to be worth a lot of money.

"Then the peace talks have been concluded." The Grand Chief of Pomerania stretched out his hand and said with a smile at Arold.

"When the peace talks are reached, I will ask the monk to write a piece of paper, which needs to be signed by you and me." Arold nodded and reached out to hold the hand of the Grand Chief of Pomerania, who had just been an enemy, and then said to the Great Chief.

"You Christians are the problem."

"Oh woo~~~~." When the hands of the leaders of both sides clasped hands, the soldiers on both sides let out heartfelt shouts, knowing that they could finally return home when the war was over.

At night, outside Mecklenburg, the Germans and Pomeranians gave up their old suspicions and drank and had fun together, and it was hard to imagine that during the day they were still fighting each other to the death, but now under the starry night sky, the soldiers exchanged goods with each other, and sat around in twos and threes on empty malt barrels to gamble, and the Germans taught the Pomeranians how to roll dice, and the Pomeranians taught the Germans how to throw stones with ropes to hit targets, and the war finally came to an end and peace came to this land.

"My child, my first." Holding his eldest son in his arms, Arold smiled happily and looked through the window at a qiē outside the castle.

"I thought I'd never see you again." Princess Josie stepped forward and hugged Arrod, who was held tightly around her waist. (To be continued......) R1292