Ronald did not expect a group of Mason cavalry to be so difficult, attacking him and the raiders with javelins from a distance, and when the raiding cavalry was just about to turn around and pursue, they turned and fled away, like a summer annoying fly, and the raiding cavalry, who claimed to be the elite of the cavalry, were so troubled by this tactic that they had to retreat into the forest and return to Fort Schleisug.

"Woo~~~." As the low sound of the Vikings' horns sounded, two thousand Viking warriors, led by the Danish king Banuk, entered the castle of Schleisug, and Yarson was relieved to see the arrival of many Viking warriors.

"陛xià." Yarson stood at the gate of the castle of Schleisug, looking at the Danish king Banuk who entered surrounded by many Viking warrior leaders, he quickly bowed his head to salute the king, but the Danish king Banouk stepped forward and grabbed Yalseng's shoulder, and the two hugged This is Barnuk's reward for Yarsin for sticking to Schleisug Fort, if Yalson does not hold the fortress in the siege of the Masons, then the Danish king's territory will fall into the hands of the Masons.

Just as the Danish raiding cavalry passed through Fort Schleisug, the Duchy of Mason's army led by Duke Abel encamped among the hills, and they occupied a condescending terrain along the gentle slopes of the hills, and the direct army of Duke Abel was stationed at the highest point to have an overview of the battlefield, and was surrounded by the armies of the vassals.

"Lord Count." When John Berg saw Arrod walking among the soldiers on the front lines, accompanied by Sir Ron. He bowed to Arjod.

"Johnberg, my lieutenant, have you given the crossbowmen pointed stakes?" Arold told John Berg that before the battle he ordered the miscellaneous servants to collect as many stakes as possible along the way, and then sharpen the two ends, so that the German mercenary crossbowmen could stick the pointed stakes diagonally in front of them to fend off possible attacks from the opposite side, a trick that Arold learned from the historical English longbowmen fighting methods.

"The stakes have been distributed according to your orders." John Berg replied to Arrod, a mercenary colonel from the Bernese mountains, who was very loyal and reliable in helping Arold establish the German mercenary regiment, and was always able to carry out Arold's orders perfectly.

"Good." Arold nodded in satisfaction. He stood on the gentle slope of this high ground. The crossbowmen were divided into three tiers, and ten squads were unevenly distributed on the gentle slope, each of which was defended by a pointed stake in front of it, and strangely Arold put on a defensive stance.

"Lord Earl, why are we defending here? What if the Vikings don't attack? John Berg asked curiously.

"No, it won't. If not to attack. Then it's not a Viking. Arold smiled, his knowledge of Viking culture made him not worry about this, and the brave and fearless warrior culture meant that they would not sit idly by and watch the Masons wreak havoc on their own territory.

"Then I will order the soldiers to be on alert." John Berg immediately said sternly. Knowing that the prestige of the Viking warrior was heard even by him, a mountain dweller from the mountains, they were now facing the wrath of these Viking warriors with the name of Berserker.

"Don't worry, it's going to take a while for them to find us." Arold stood on a high place and looked into the distance, in front of them was a low-lying plain, on one side of the plain was a wet swamp, on the other side was a dense wood, John Berg was wearing the first batch of brushed chain mail made by the Mecklenburg smelting base, and on his shoulder he wore a five-pointed star inlaid belt indicating the identity of an officer, John Berg's face was no longer the wind and frost of the first sight, on the contrary, the stable and stable life in Mecklenburg made his once haggard face from the upheaval of exile ruddy and shiny, Coupled with his delicate helmet and chain mail, the Swiss mercenary from Bern was sometimes mistaken for a nobleman, but Arold gave him a lot of command in the German mercenary regiment, as well as a high honorarium, which allowed Johanberg to hire three servants to take care of his own life, and rent a large house in a town outside Mecklenburg.

"I'll take precautions, please don't worry about Lord Earl." John Berg puffed up his chest proudly, Arold had given him a good life, but in addition to his gratitude to Arold, there was also a little guilt in his heart, which lingered in his heart for a long time, but he had no other way but to pray to God.

"By the way, Colonel Johnberg, you have served me for so long, and I have never heard you talk about your hometown." Arold turned to look at the loyal mercenary colonel beside him, it is said that powerful nobles can use their own power to promote commoners to nobles, John Berg is undoubtedly a loyal and reliable subordinate, Arold needs him to become a nobleman in his own court to help him as an auxiliary.

"Ah, that seems like a long time ago, it's been ten years since I left my hometown, I didn't expect it to be so long. It is a tribe located on the shore of Lake Leman, belonging to a tribe in the canton of Schwyz, where you can see the rolling Alps, the majestic Alps~~. Strangely enough, after ten years, John Berg remembered his hometown so clearly, and his eyes looked into the distance, although it was not where his hometown was, but as if a quiet village surrounded by mountains appeared in front of him.

"You should return to your hometown to see your relatives, my faithful deputy head of the regiment." Arold understands this feeling, and sometimes in Chihiro's dreams, it is as if he has returned to his true realm, seeing his parents eagerly waiting for his return.

"Are you going to fire me?" John Berg gasped, he thought that Arold was going to fire him, for the mercenaries only to break the contract, he could return to his hometown, although John Berg earned enough honorarium, but I don't know why he didn't feel like leaving the team of the German mercenary group.

"Dismissal, oh my faithful friend, I won't do this, but I've decided that after this war, I'll give you a piece of fief to make you a nobleman, and serve me better in the Mecklenburg court, so that you can also return to your hometown to visit your relatives in style, right?" Arold put his arm on Johnberg's shoulders and said to him encouragingly.

"What? Promote me to a nobleman. John Berg blinked, staring incredulously at Arold to determine if it was a joke or the truth, until Arold was sure again, and he shuddered with excitement that a mercenary who was considered a lowly mercenary to lick blood to the end would be a nobleman who would be honored by Arold with land.

"Do not hesitate, I will give him a reward that he can give to those who have faithfully served the Wendell family and myself." Arold looked at the excited John Berg and said to him with a smile.

"Woo~~~." At this moment, a horn sounded from the position of the German mercenary group, it was the sound of a vigilant horn, Arold and John Berg hurriedly looked in the direction of the woods of Schleisug Castle, only to see that between the shadows of the branches of the woods, there were cavalry figures, and gradually came in the direction of the German mercenary group's defense.

"It's the cavalry of the Vikings, it's weird, I always thought they only had infantry." With his sword at his waist, John Berg stared at the place where the Viking warriors were haunting, and the self-proclaimed bloodthirsty Viking warriors could not frighten him.

"Order Ted to attack and test it with the Slavic javelin cavalry." Arold beckoned to Harun who was standing in the distance, and Arold's personal attendant immediately ran over and brought Arold's order to Ted, the leader of the javelin cavalry, and the javelin cavalry in the camp of the German mercenary regiment immediately gathered and turned over and mounted their horses.

"The cavalrymen come with me." Ted lifted the fur hat that was slanted on his head, he tightened the reins of his horse, and the horse spun in circles on the ground under his crotch, and when he saw that his cavalry were all on their horses, he waved his hand to the cavalrymen.

"Gotta get ~~~." The Slavic cavalry roared out of the camp and rushed straight towards the Viking cavalry, clamping their hips with their hips when they approached, and turning around and throwing their javelins at the Norse cavalry as they maneuvered.

"Ted is finally able to command the Javelinmen perfectly." John Berg and Arold watched the cavalry below fight on the hills, and said to Arold that this cavalry had been commanded by Julian before, and John Berg and Arold were worried about whether the javelinmen would still obey Ted's orders when the commander was replaced by Ted, but now it seems that there is no problem at all.

"It seems that Ted has a deeper understanding of the Javelin Cavalry than Julian." A satisfied smile appeared on the corner of Arrod's mouth, the javelin cavalry is the most effective tactic to weaken the enemy to the greatest extent, and then charge melee combat, rather than facing the battle like heavy cavalry, in fact, in Arold's mind, the strategic role of light cavalry is much greater than that of heavy cavalry. (To be continued......)