The Mecklenburg attack alerted the Duke of Bavaria, and a peasant army from the Duke's domain was mobilized, which was the closest to the border castle captured by the Mecklenburgers, led by the local squires of the Duchy of Bavaria.

Unlike the squires of the Duchy of Mason, the squires of the Duchy of Bavaria followed the duke on the duke's battles all year round and had some military experience, and they led their tenants in the fields to gather into an army to walk on the rough and muddy roads.

"Go ahead, you slackers." The squire who commanded the army this time, who was in his forties, was in his forties, and every time he fought with the Duke of Bavaria, the spoils of war increased his family's wealth.

"Master, I heard that those Mecklenburgers are very fierce, should we wait for the others to go with us?" The squire's subordinates said worriedly, after all, they were able to conquer the border fortress in a very short time, and this kind of military strength should not be underestimated.

"Shut up, we have been ordered to occupy the favorable terrain nearby, and the Duke's army will return later." The squire wore an Italian helmet, and the Italian city-states had the skills to make fine armor, and the squire was so pleased with the captured helmet that he decided to keep it as a family heirloom.

This army of 200 men was ordered to occupy the commanding heights around the border fortresses, preferably close to the water source, and the men of the Duke of Bavaria were very experienced in military affairs, fighting the Italians in the south all the year round, and every Bavarian nobleman knew his place.

"Lord Duke, we have found traces of the Bavarians outside the fortress." Ted reported to Arrode, who was standing from the tower overlooking the land, and the Bavarian army was like gray earthworms, peering into the border fortress from afar.

"A vanguard, with patience. The Duke of Bavaria trained his army well. Arrod's eyebrows raised, and the Bavarian army was unhurriedly occupying favorable terrain, which was preparing for the siege.

"Do you need to send someone to deal with these people?" Earl Ron also walked up at this time, he was fully armed with his sword, bowed to Arrod and said.

Arold smiled back, but as he turned in the direction of the Bavarians. A serious look was restored, because the Bavarians had chosen a place to be stationed, which turned out to be very threatening.

The squire stood halfway up the hill, a stream running from the south side of the hill, and the commanding heights and water were secured, and he was confident that even with two hundred men he would be enough to defend the regular army of the Duke of Bavaria.

"Let the archers not let their guard down."

"Yes, sir."

The Bavarian archers immediately stood in the front row and stuck their arrows in the ground. Step out with your feet in your hand and bow in a vigilant gesture. The squire knew that this was the most dangerous time, and that the enemy would usually take advantage of their unstable foothold to launch a surprise attack with all their might, as the squire had learned in the battle against the Italians.

Whirring, the wind blew over the hills, blowing the leaf-yellow banner of the squire family with a hunting sound. The archers kept the strings in control, and an arrow was attached to the bow. They waited for the castle door to open, but nothing happened.

"These damn cowards, phew." The squire spat in the direction of the fortress, and it seemed that those Mecklenburgers did not have the courage to fight.

"How long will we have to wait, sir?" After a long time, the archers became impatient, and the fingers that controlled the bowstring also hurt. I couldn't help but ask the squire.

"Relax and prepare dinner." The squire waved his hand at his own men, and the archers loosened their strings, and a creak rang out.

Night soon fell, and the Bavarians set up camp on the hills. In fact, it was just a bonfire, around which the soldiers rested, and the green liquid churned in the tongs, and the farmers were very good at using the products of nature.

"I don't understand, what the hell are these Mecklenburgers doing?" The squire sat on a rock, wary of the movements of the Mecklenburgers, but his men did not think so, they thought the Mecklenburgers were cowards.

"Don't worry, we'll be extra careful, we'll see them if they come out."

"It should be done." The squire took the piece of meat out of the soup and ate it, then licked his finger.

"Suoso~~." No one wanted to go out on a dark night, and the Bavarian guards yawned and wandered listlessly to and fro, but at the bottom of the hill there was a slight sound from the knee-deep weeds whenever the guards were not looking.

"Hiss~~." A Mecklenburg swordsman, with a dagger in his mouth and a sword on his back, prostrate forward, moving with the slightest movement.

This is not the only swordsman, they are swordsmen from Mecklenburg, no, their official name is the Desperate.

"Hmm." The Bavarian sentry felt that his bladder was full of urine, he unbuttoned his pants, and a golden liquid splashed out, and he did not realize that at his feet was a desperate man, but even if the urine was poured on his back, the desperate man did not move.

"Ah~~." Suddenly a scream rang out, and the squire awoke from his sleep, and he sat up from the campfire, and instinctively grasped the sword at his side, which had been tempered in battle.

"What's wrong?" The squire shouted to the soldiers around the chaos, it was clear that his camp had been raided, and he didn't know exactly what the extent was, whether it was a massive raid or a little harassment at night.

"Poof, ah~~." The peasants in the camp suddenly found themselves in a terrible situation, with flesh and blood flying everywhere, blackened swords, and ragged swordsmen, slaughtering everywhere with hideous faces, without mercy and ruthlessness.

"Organize resistance, damn it." The squire grabbed every soldier around him, but the peasants, who had seen it for the first time, were frightened by the situation in the camp, and they scurried about like flies without a head.

"Master, it's useless, I've brought you a horse." The squire's faithful butler immediately brought him a horse, and the squire immediately turned over and beat the horse desperately.

As the horse fled with the squire, he could not help but look back, and the camp where he was stationed was ablaze, and in the light of the fire he saw the Mecklenburgers wielding blackened swords and slashing his men like windmills, and the Mecklenburgers were as terrible as the devils of hell.

"God, it's just impossible." The squire lay on his horseback, his trembling lips could only murmur a few words, and at this time he did not even have the courage to turn back, and a group of Mecklenburg swordsmen actually crushed his army. (To be continued......)