The bear catchers were found in a forest near the border in Mecklenburgshire, and Julian and the Javelinmen took great difficulty to find bear catchers from the local Slavs, who lived in seclusion in the mountains and forests, and were a group of Slavs who were also very mysterious among the Slavs, and if there were too many bears that affected the lives of the locals and threatened the livestock, the bear catchers would destroy the bears or catch them, sell the caught bears to the nobles as pets, and sometimes catch some cubs and sell them to traveling artists.

"This is the bear catcher?" Arold looked at the two peasants standing in front of him, they looked very ordinary, like peasants everywhere in the village, one older and one young, looking at the same brown hair should be father and son.

"Lord Earl, they are the most famous bear catchers in the neighborhood." Julian wiped the sweat from his face, looking exhausted, it took a lot of effort to find the bear catcher, but fortunately he did not fail in his mission.

"It's their luggage." Arold looked at the box behind the two bear hunters, and thought that it might be a variety of hunting tools inside, just looking at their inseparability, the contents should be very important to them, which made Arold increase his trust.

"Yes, I don't know what is in the road, they value the box very much." Julian was also very curious, but as soon as he touched the box, the two bear catchers became very nervous, and he had to dispel his curiosity.

"As long as you can subdue the bears in the castle, I'll get the special combat team ready in the past few days of your absence. This time we will no longer send light infantry to attack, and it is useless to send more light infantry. When Julian went to find the bear catcher, Arold adjusted his strategy of attacking Mecklenburg Castle, and took Mecklenburg Castle in one fell swoop, which had been besieged for a week.

"Oh, are you going to have the special operations team as the main force?" Julian was a little surprised, according to his idea, it should be reasonable to let the knights of the Friars of St. Jom, who have undergone military training since childhood, be the main force, rather than the newly formed special combat team.

"Soldiers always have to go to the battlefield, and only actual combat can test their combat effectiveness and willpower." Arold has a strong belief in the special forces team, and he uses all his knowledge about special forces to these people. For the medieval aristocracy who were still in the notion of a professional soldier. This is undoubtedly the most terrible force.

"Woo~~~~." When the trumpet sounded, the soldiers of Arold's mixed German, Swiss, and Slavic forces were assembled, and the leaders of the various units were gathered in Arold's tent, and they were to be given their own attack. The atmosphere in the tent was solemn and solemn. This time, Arold was going to capture Mecklenburg Castle in one fell swoop. Don't make any mistakes.

"Ted." Arold looked around at the generals in the tent, and among them was John Berg, the leader of the Swiss mercenaries, who was not comfortable sitting on a wooden chair. There were also various chieftains of the Slavs. And Ted standing in the corner of the tent, on the one hand, his subordinates were few and so in the twenties, and on the other hand, the reputation of the Slavic traitor also made him unable to raise his head, and at the same time kept him holding his breath in his heart, Arold felt that it was time for him to let out this sullen breath in his heart, and he was the first to name Ted.

"Your Excellency Earl." Ted, without Melinda's translation, stepped forward and gave Arrold a Germanic fist-beating brach, which made the eyes of the surrounding Slavs look more and more contemptuous.

"You lead the special forces into two groups to enter the castle of Mecklenburg first, sweep the bears and traps in the castle, I will order the bear catchers to attack with you, and you know how to notify us when the sweep is completed." Arold commanded Ted in a loud voice.

"Yes, Lord Count." Ted didn't have time to pay attention to the attitude of the Slavic leaders, he was now only interested in completing the mission, and the almost inhuman torture of that month made him eager to show the results in front of Arrod, because he knew that his honor and disgrace depended entirely on the Germanic pagan count, so he had to lead the special forces to take the castle and win the first credit anyway.

"Lord Johnberg, after Ted sends the signal, you can lead your men to attack the castle, occupy the castle's arrow towers and strongholds, and destroy the remnants of the defenders inside, and the other leaders please cooperate with Lord Johnberg." After Ted retreated, Arold deployed the other offensive tasks one by one, but the knights of the military order did not receive any tasks, and the knights stood in the tent and bowed their heads and remained silent.

"Anyone else have anything to say?" Arold looked around at the generals in the tent and said deliberately.

"Lord Earl, why don't we have a mission with the Knights?" The knight Xiu finally couldn't help it, he took a step forward, the chain mail on his body made a rattling sound, he wore a chain mail hood on his head, a blue cloak behind him, a smock embroidered with the cross pattern of the Friars of St. Jom, and a long sword at his waist.

"This is because I have more important tasks for the Knights." Arold looked at the knight of the Friars of St. Jom and sighed very much why such a good knight should be brainwashed by religion, and how good it would be if he could use it for himself.

"Oh? What is the task. Knight Xiu asked curiously.

"My dearest friend, what worries you most when we fight our enemies?" Arold did not directly answer Knight Xiu's words, but asked him instead.

"This, of course, is worried about the conspiracy from behind." The knight pondered for a moment, then replied.

"That's right, who do you usually give your back to?" Arrod continued to ask, secretly smug that the knight had fallen into the trap of his own language.

"Of course, it's my closest friend, my most faithful brother." The knight straightened up without thinking about it, and replied in a sonorous voice.

"That's right." Arold blinked, nodded thoughtfully, and then said to the knight Xiu seriously, "Xiu, my closest companion, now we are attacking Mecklenburg Castle with all our might, and during our attack, I am very worried that the priests of Lomwa from the Lifichen Temple will come to make trouble, you know that our baggage and grain and grass are in the rear, so I must leave the task of guarding the back to you, my closest brother Xiu." ”

"Yes, yes?" The knight Xiu was confused, what Arold said made perfect sense, but he felt that something was wrong.

"Are you my closest friend?" Arrud stepped forward and pressed Xiu's shoulder, shook it and asked.

"Of course, I swear to God."

"I don't know why you have any prejudices about the Knights, but Xiu did save our lives, my earl." Julian watched the back of the knight Xiu walking out of the tent, and whispered to Arrod.

"Hey, I have no choice but to do it, the elders of the Brothers of St. Jom suddenly agreed to our conditions, which surprised me very much, and there seems to be something hidden in it, if we can't figure it out, the knights of the Brothers of St. Jom can't be fully trusted." Arold had his own considerations, and until he had built up a military force that was fully loyal to him, the powerful Knights of the Holy Monks would be a terrible double-edged sword.

Sent away the knights, Arold walked out of the tent and watched the departing special forces in the company of Julian, Ted was wearing Tang leather armor, but unlike the Swiss mercenaries, his armor wrapped his back, his legs were wrapped in leather shin armor, and the leather belt with many small bags pinned to his waist was bulging, and he was draped in a black cloak behind him, and twenty special combat soldiers wearing the same armor and cloak were lined up in two columns with calm faces, and there was no joy or anger on their faces, which became a stark contrast to the other soldiers watching around them, disciplined, quiet, strong, murderous and courageous.

"The bear catcher is coming." At this time, two father-son bear catchers came over, holding their precious wooden boxes, which made Arold also look at them curiously, wondering what was inside.

"Squeak." The bear catcher opened the box, only to see a pile of clothes neatly stacked inside, if it is clothing rather than strange and abnormal armor, a whole set of full-body clothes sewn from several layers of coarse linen, in Arold's opinion, it is a bit like the work clothes of later generations of mine workers, but this clothing is like a hedgehog with countless iron thorns, when the bear catcher is carefully dressed on his body, it is like two large hedgehogs in two human shapes, and the hedgehog's body is covered with iron needles, in addition to the clothes they also have a hood, There are also countless iron spikes on the hood, which looks like a strange hedgehog man.

"My God, if you wear this thing, don't say it's a bear, even humans don't dare to offend." Julian took a sharp breath of cold air, just looking at it would make him feel pierced, if he fought against this kind of opponent, he really didn't know how to start.

"Ladies and gentlemen, can you get to work?" The older bear catcher said angrily from the urn in his hood, in addition to the hedgehog's bear-proof clothing, they also held a spear with a hook in their hands, the head of this spear can be replaced, if you want to catch alive you will change it to a rope lasso, if you want to kill a bear you use a sharp hook, because bears often stand up and slap their prey, so there is no more suitable weapon than a spear.

"Of course, but apart from killing bears, do you guys kill people?" Arold looked at the bear catcher in front of him and asked on a whim.

"This." The two bear hunters looked at each other, they usually only catch bears and rarely involve human grudges, but Arold's words rippled as if they were thrown into water.

"If the price is right." At this time, the young son paused with the spear in his hand and said loudly. (To be continued......)

PS: This month is over, with everyone's help the results are not bad, thank you again for your support, the two will continue to work hard to make our medieval journey more enjoyable, exciting and fun, and please continue to pay attention to and support the works of Erliang.