The brick mold of zuò was made out of wooden frames, the mixed clay and lime were put into the model, and then put into the kiln to burn the coal to make solid bricks, and the two hundred farmers urgently mobilized from Mecklenburg County worked day and night to finally gather the number of bricks needed for the three pillboxes in the port, and looked at the neatly stacked bricks in the smelting yard, Arold was a little relieved.

"The carpenters from the town of Vismar have also arrived, and I have two medium-sized weapons that I need to craft." Of course, Arold knew what the Viking warriors were good at, and he knew that the Vikings were powerful in their shield formations that were not lost to the Roman legions, and ordinary bows and arrows did not work for them at all, which was one of the reasons why the Vikings were almost blind when attacking the British Isles who were good at longbow archery, but Arold wanted them to know that Mecklenburg was by no means the British Isles, and they could do whatever they wanted.

"Oh? Lord Earl, do you still want to make zuò weapons? Orn asked curiously, thinking that it would be enough to build a bunker out of these sturdy bricks, and that all he needed to do was hide a dozen archers inside.

"It's not enough, you also need to be able to fire hot tongs and asphalt in the bunker, once the enemy attacks the dead corner under the bunker, you must be able to use asphalt against them, and these factors must also be taken into account when designing the bunker." Arold took the engineer's parchment in his hand, and then picked up a quill pen, and his personal attendant Harlan hurriedly handed the inkwell bottle, and Arold dipped the ink and marked it on the parchment, so that the craftsmen would build the bunker according to the drawings.

The attendants around Arrod were like shuttles, and the more they prepared, the more they felt that their preparation was inadequate. Every day, Arold had to run between the smelting base and the castle, deploying a small number of men and materials, and after a week of calculation, Julian should have arrived in Wille County to meet Marty, the ruler of Wille, and Arrod hoped that Julian would be able to complete the agreement with Wille to deal with the Vikings.

On the border of Wille County, a detachment of Slavs from Walgast was sneaking across the border, consisting of forty-five Slavs, of whom ten were heavy infantry, and the others were light infantry and archers. This is not the first time that such a battle has harassed the border. Ever since the conversion of the Countess of Willer to Catholicism, tensions between the two sides have deepened, and although the Slavs of Volgast have not yet prepared for large-scale combat, such border harassment is commonplace.

"Whoa." There was a sound of leaves rubbing against each other. The Walgast warriors, who were at the head, immediately bent down. Raise your left hand to signal a pause. The other warriors also quickly stopped and bent down, and looked around with their eyes peeking out from under their helmets, but there was no movement at all. So they breathed a sigh of relief, and it seemed that the Wellers had not found any trace of them.

"Whoosh~~~~." Just as the Volgast warrior was standing upright, an arrow flew out from between the branches and leaves of the trees above, and pierced his neck, the arrow was fast and accurate, causing the Volgastan warrior to fall down and die on the spot.

"Wow~~~." Suddenly out of the bushes jumped out of the bushes four or five Vellesrat Lady with round shields and wielding short axes, and they rushed into the midst of the Volgasters, and struck the body of one of the archers in the center and rear with their axes, and a spray of blood flew out, and only the crisp sound of bones breaking in his ears could be heard, and the archer fell to the ground like half a piece of wood, without even a chance to snort.

"Defense, we are in ambush." The other Volgasters were astonished to find a constant stream of arrows coming from overhead, most of them blocked by their round shields, but one of these arrows was always very tricky, often struck by surprise through the gap between the Walgasters' shields, followed by a muffled grunt, and one of his companions fell to the ground.

"Retreat, retreat." As soon as they were sure that they had fallen into a trap, even the bravest would lose their courage, and immediately the Volgasters retreated to their own territory, and the Wellers who attacked them did not pursue, but only placed a few arrows from a distance.

"Countess, the enemy has fled." At this time, a general dressed in leather armor and carrying a sword at his waist walked under a large tree surrounded by two people, raised his head and shouted to the people above.

"Brush." I heard an archer jumping down from above, her fiery red hair beating like flames, and when she stood up, it was Marty, the countess of Welleshire in small scale armor, who handed the bow in her hand to the general and patted the leaves stuck to her body.

"Kang Tuoyi doesn't seem to have made much progress? It's still harassing us, and it's not interesting at all. Marty said disgruntled to his general.

"Countess, perhaps you should write a letter asking for peace, so that it will be good for both sides." Marty's general told her that after all, it was not a good thing for compatriots to kill each other.

"Enough, I will not cowardly sue for peace, if I do this, the next time it will definitely not be the harassment of dozens of people, but the attack of an army of thousands of people, and it will never give people the impression that the people of Willle are weak." Marty shook her head, her fiery red hair was tied in a ponytail at the back of her head, she knew the law of the jungle, especially a territory supported by a woman, if she showed the slightest timidity, then those who coveted Willleshire would definitely eat her alive.

"Oh yes, the emissary from Mecklenburg has arrived, and he has brought a gift from Lord Arrod." The general immediately said to Marty.

"Messenger of Arrod? Then let's hurry up. Marty said as he strode towards his castle, a wooden fort to be exact, which controlled all the land in the vicinity, and was a fortress that was a collection of administrative, military, and shelter sites.

"Are you wearing this?" The general immediately stopped Marty, and since the countess had converted to Catholicism, the nearby Slavic tribes had regarded her as a beast of prey, so the envoys of Mecklenburg, an ally behind her, had to be treated with caution.

"What then? My clothes are still in the castle. Marty said helplessly.

"Don't worry, Countess, I've sent for the wooden box where you stored your clothes, and now please come to the makeshift tent.

Sure enough, two maids carried a wooden box and came to Marty in the forest, and several soldiers immediately pulled up the curtain to separate the place, allowing Marty to dress up in the tent curtain. (To be continued......)

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