Count Ron panted and led the Mason nobles to retreat, but fortunately the Bavarians did not pursue them, and after counting the number of people, it was found that the nobles did not suffer any losses, and the ordinary soldiers died five people, and this night attack was extremely successful. However, in the process of escaping, Count Ron kept in mind what Baron Lance had told him.

"Alright, we're here, let's stop." Count Ron suddenly stopped, as the leader stopped, and the people behind him could only stop, at this time they were still in the trench, but they were already under the fortress.

"What's wrong, Lord Earl?" Baron Fred gasped twice, walked up to Count Ron and asked.

"What about Baron Lance?" Ron asked, turning his head to look around.

"I'm here, what a victory! Lord Earl. Baron Lance grinned and walked up to Count Ron and celebrated to Count Ron.

"Baron Lance, is it true that you said you wounded the Duke of Bavaria?" Ron ignored Baron Lance's congratulations and asked solemnly.

"That's right, I took advantage of the confusion to find a large tent, and I could recognize at a glance that the old man in the tent was the Duke of Bavaria, and no one else had such a grand appearance except him." Baron Lance said to Ron.

"If this is the case, we must return immediately and report to the Duke." Ron felt that the stakes were very high, although he participated in the night raid, half because of Baron Lance's agitation, and the other half because he really wanted to break the deadlock, but he did not expect to achieve such great results. Wounded the commander of the enemy army, the Duke of Bavaria.

Eberhard burst into the tent and lifted the curtain of the tent. Walking into the tent and smelling blood, it made his heart beat wildly. Upon entering the tent, the Duke of Bavaria was lying on a thick carpet, covered with a bear's skin, and Brother Robert accompanied the Duke, holding some strange smelling ointment in his hands.

"Oops." The Duke of Bavaria was in pain, his lips trembling. Place your hands on the bearskin that covers your body.

"What the hell is going on?" Eberhard hurriedly stepped forward, threw his sword aside, and knelt down on one knee beside the Duke of Bavaria. But he asked Brother Robert, who was with him at the duke's side.

"A Mecklenburg nobleman burst into the tent and stabbed the Duke with a sword, but fortunately the guards arrived in time to prevent the Duke from suffering more damage." Brother Robert hung his head. Explained to Eberhard.

"Damn it. Is he okay! Eberhard slapped his hand on the ground, and he began to regret being so merciful to the intruders.

"I'm fine, let the others out! Let Eberhard accompany me. The Duke of Bavaria seemed to be relieved at this time, he let out a long sigh, and said to the worried people around him, and everyone hurriedly bowed and left under the Duke's order.

When everyone, including Brother Robert, was gone, the father and son were the only ones left in the tent. Eberhard, who was usually stubborn, also looked at the old duke quietly at this time, and the only thing in the tent was the occasional crackle of candles. and the sound of the old duke's heavy breathing.

"Eberhard, now is the most critical moment for the Principality and the Family." The Duke of Bavaria tilted his head and said to Eberhard.

"Hmm." Eberhard looked at the old duke in surprise, and wondered in horror that the duke's injuries were serious. Although he always contradicts the old duke on weekdays, if the old duke is no longer there now, the burden of the entire duchy and family is on his shoulders, what a great responsibility.

"The news of my wounded, both Mecklenburg and Bavarians will soon know, and we will have to retreat and withdraw our troops." The Duke of Bavaria said diligently.

"It's a smart choice." Eberhard was silent for a moment, then replied to the old duke.

"However, the people of Mecklenburg will not rest on their laurels, and they will continue to take advantage of the king's orders to persecute us, and I am afraid that our family will be in great danger at that time." The Duke of Bavaria said worriedly and bitterly.

"So, what are you going to do?" Eberhard asked curiously.

"Eberhard, this is our moment of crisis, and the Duke of Mason must be returned to the Mecklenburgers." Said the Duke of Bavaria.

"Oh, that's how it's supposed to be." Eberhard was relieved to hear this, which was the reason he had been persuading the duke.

"But, however, Duke Mason is already our enemy, and he must not be allowed to return to the Duchy of Mason alive." Suddenly, the Duke of Bavaria supported his body with all his might, grabbed Eberhard's hand tremblingly, and leaned forward with his son's strong arm and said.

"What?" Eberhard was taken aback, and looked at his father with a bloodless face.

"If we allow two enemies to unite, we will never be at peace, can you bear to watch your family be destroyed? Especially after I die. The Duke of Bavaria's cloudy eyes shed two lines of tears, and Eberhard looked at him in shock.

When Eberhard walked out of the tent in a trance, he didn't seem to feel his legs, and the road in front of him was like a pile of wool, and he couldn't step on it to the end.

"Lord Eberhard, are you alright?" Suddenly, a pair of thin arms wrapped around him, and Eberhard turned his head to see that it was Brother Robert, who was looking at him with a red birthmark on his face.

"Well, it's fine." Eberhard nodded blankly.

"Lord Eberhard, in any case, you and the Duke are blood relatives, all this is God's arrangement, and betraying blood relatives is like betraying God." Brother Robert comforted Eberhard softly.

"God's will." Eberhard looked up at the sky, and he muttered to himself for a moment.

When the sky gradually whitened, in the lord's hall of the border fortress, Arold listened to Count Ron's report, and his brows did not loosen during the whole process, but after listening to the report, Arold was silent for a moment, his eyes swept over the faces of the nobles who participated in the night attack one by one, and everyone's hearts were full of joy when he met Arold's gaze.

"This night raid is a violation of my orders." Arold's voice echoed through the halls of the lord, and everyone was dissatisfied, and they tried to justify their actions, but Arold held out his hand to stop them.

"However, there have been obvious achievements in the unexpected, and I think that those who participated in the operation, whether nobles or ordinary soldiers, will be honorariumed, and the nobles of Mason will report the truth after rescuing the Duke, and I believe that the Duke Mason will personally reward you with the land." Instead of blaming these people, Arold rewarded them, and the hall was filled with joy when Arrod's decision was heard.

"Thank you, Lord Duke of Mecklenburg." Both the nobles and the ordinary soldiers were overjoyed, and Arold took the opportunity to announce a victory banquet.

"Thank you, Lord Duke." Earl Ron said cautiously, he knew that Arold was actually the most hated disobedient behavior, but this time it was very abnormal.

"Call all the people who know about the Duke's injuries in Bavaria, and I'll interrogate them one by one in my room." But when facing Count Ron, Arrod did not have a pleasant expression, his expression was very serious and stiff.

"Oh, it's the Duke." Count Ron's heart froze, he almost shuddered, and quickly lowered his head in agreement. (To be continued......)