As soon as they entered the territory of the Duchy of Mason, it was like entering another world for the people of Mecklenburg, the soldiers of the Mecklenburg legionnaires looked at this land in amazement, the villages they could encounter along the way became a scorched earth, the surviving peasants hid in the jungle and did not dare to come out, and the sights they saw along the way made the soldiers who were accustomed to order in Mecklenburg become silent, and they began to compare the two principalities in their hearts.

Mecklenburg, under Arold's rule, brought in merchants, opened up ports, established a strong military force to ward off foreign enemies, and had internal circuit courts and various bureaucratic structures to deal with the affairs of the territory, although it was not 100% stable, but it was also a prosperous scene.

However, on the other hand, the former powerhouse Duchy of Mason was able to use troops against the Duke of Bavaria when it was in the hands of the old duke, at least showing a tough hand, and no one in the territory dared to move. However, as soon as the old duke died, the Count of Lauzitz instigated a rebellion and killed Baron Wendell, who had been supporting Abel, but the Duke of Abel was indifferent, which undoubtedly sent a very dangerous signal, and sure enough, after Arrod's disappointing independence from the Duchy of Mason, this once powerful country began to decline.

"How did the Duchy of Mason become this virtuous?" Count Ron sat on his mount and watched the scene in front of him left and right, which was completely different from the Duchy of Mason he remembered.

"This is all caused by those mud legs, they broke through the manor of the nobles, killed the nobles, the order was chaotic, and those robbers and bandits also took the opportunity to loot everywhere, hey." Baron Fred wore a broad-brimmed hat decorated with ostrich feathers, and his brown shaggy beard fluttered with his voice, and his chain mail was shiny.

"Let's go kill this rabble." Count Yves held his bladed prosthetic leg, his voice coming from the helmet. The half-tower-like figure is particularly conspicuous in the team.

"Over this hill, there is a road on the back of the hill that leads to my father-in-law's town, but there is an army in the way, and we must defeat them." Baron Fred said, pointing to the hill ahead.

"We're going to organize the manpower right away." Count Ron kicked his feet and stood up from his horse, and he turned back to greet the Mecklenburg legionnaires.

"Wait a minute. We're here now for a break. But Arold stopped him, and instead gave a different order.

"Lord Duke, what's the matter?" Earl Ron asked in surprise.

"In the absence of an unknown enemy, we cannot move, let the nomadic archers go to reconnoitre." Arjord said to Count Ron.

"I was negligent." Count Ron hurriedly apologized and said, which made Baron Fred even more strange in his eyes, he had never seen such a tame vassal.

"What the hell is going on?" Fred muttered in a small voice as he got off his horse, in his impression of the army of the great nobles. In fact, it was a collection of private soldiers of the minor nobles, because the general nobles would not raise a large-scale standing army, which was not cost-effective from an economic point of view, but the army of the Mecklenburgers was diametrically opposed, the entire army was Arrod's private soldiers, and the vassals were only officers in charge.

"Drive it~~~." Twelve nomadic horsemen from the eastern steppes, shouting and waving their whips, rushed towards the hills with bows and arrows on their backs. Although the steppe horses under their crotch are low, they are full of endurance. Soon they disappeared into the back of the hill, along with their men and horses.

"What if something happens to such a person?" Baron Fred held the reins in his hand, and he stood on tiptoe and stretched his neck to see that there were about five hundred men on the other side.

"Don't worry, they're just scouting." Earl Ron comforted the baron.

"Gotta get it~~." The nomadic archers crossed the hill, and sure enough, there was a group of people across the road, all of whom looked listless. Several people sat next to the campfire, the flames of which were whirring in the wind, and various weapons were placed next to the people.

"Cavalry, there are cavalry." At this time, when the archers appeared on the mountain. The rebels finally reacted, shouting to each other to stand up and grab the weapons beside them.

"Form a formation, form a formation, damn it, hurry up~~." The men of the first row grabbed sticks and pitchforks and bent down, their ragged clothes shivering in the cold wind, and they couldn't help but tremble even more as they watched the cavalry gradually rushing over.

"Don't be afraid, this cavalry is of no use to us at all, let them come, come." The officer huddled in the stinking crowd, shouting loudly outside with his rotten teeth open.

"Come on, come on." Encouraged by the officers, the rebellious peasants also knew that once they embarked on this road of no return, then they could only rebel to the end, so they shouted feverishly under the excitement of the crowd.

"Huh~~~." Sure enough, as if intimidated by the morale of the rebels, the cavalry tightened their reins at a distance of four hundred paces from them, and came to a screeching halt in front of them.

"Haha, sure enough, they were scared." The rebel officer was overjoyed, cursing vulgarly and laughing and patting the brethren on the shoulder.

"Gotta get it~~." However, the cavalry suddenly moved again, and they turned their horses and divided into two groups, one on the left and one on the right, and galloped towards the two flanks of the rebels.

"What do they want to do?" The peasants were puzzled, they didn't know what a flanking attack was, but even if they did, they would think it was impossible, after all, there were only twelve people on the other side, and they had more than five hundred dense men.

"In the name of Christ, don't these damned horsemen really think that they are invincible knights? Hahaha. The officers of the rebel army were surprised at first, but then laughed maniacally.

"Whoosh~~~." But before he could finish laughing, an arrow was fired, and I saw that the cavalry was galloping, and at the same time skillfully shooting arrows at the rebels from their horses, they didn't need to deliberately aim at all, the dense formation could hit a rebel soldier with any arrow.

Suddenly, there were screams and screams on this road, and the rebel soldiers, who had never seen such a way of fighting, could only be helplessly exposed to the arrows.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, take the shield." Fortunately, the officers of the rebel army still had basic common sense, and they immediately brought the shields they had found, and kept the strong shields out of the range of the cavalry.

"Hey, hey." But the nomadic cavalry only smiled faintly, and they immediately turned their horses' heads like wolves, and roamed around their prey, occasionally stretching their fangs out at the unsuspecting rebel soldiers. (To be continued......)