Under the order of the rebel leader, the rioting peasants began to make flags, assembled into an army and marched towards the town of Visma, the peasants did not have the consciousness of concealing information, and even in order to increase the momentum, they deliberately bluffed in all directions, claiming that there were thousands of people, so when the rebels began to march slowly, the light cavalry sent the news back to Arold of Mecklenburg Castle, although surprised that the rebels did not come to attack their castle, after all, the rebels played the banner and reason to expel the pagan tyrant, Instead, he attacked the town of Visma, which was also a member of the Lomwa sect, which surprised Arold a little when he first learned about it, but after a little thought, he realized that the rebel leader's action was well thought out.

Mecklenburg Castle, where Arrod lives, has always been the capital of Mecklenburg County, the walls are high and deep, reinforced by generations of chieftains, coupled with the precipitous terrain, if the rebels do not have sufficient preparation and siege weapons, even if they gather more people, it is impossible to capture this historic castle, as the leader of the rebel army, this must have been taken into account, and on the contrary, the town of Visma, although protected by a wooden wall, but because it is a gathering point for trade, it is a town built on flat land with convenient transportation, The rebel leaders judged that it was not impossible to capture it if they were well mened, and that the wealth of the townspeople and merchants had long since made the peasants greedy and red-eyed.

"The rebels can't be allowed to capture Visma." Arold sat on the lord's seat, his brow furrowed, the town of Visma, as a trading point and the most important tax city of the county, in addition to having a large reserve of money and supplies. There was also a guild of artisans with many skilled craftsmen, and if they were caught, they would have been coerced by the rebels into making siege engines to attack Mecklenburg Castle.

"So do you want to send troops to help? But we don't have enough troops. "Julian brought all the horses in the town of Sixma back to the castle according to Arrod's orders, and did not even spare the pack horses of the merchants, because the town of Vesmar was not divided into feudal areas, and Arrod, as the lord of the direct jurisdiction, could mobilize all the resources in the town, but there were not many soldiers who could mobilize, so there was no way to deal with the rebels who gathered in this way.

"Well, we have to send troops. Julian, you've just been to the town of Wisma. Where are the city defenses strong enough to deal with the rebels? Although Arold had captured the town of Vismar, he destroyed the wooden wall and occupied the town of Vismar with the Cyclone Cannon, a pre-city attack machine that was ahead of his time, and the merchants of the town took it upon themselves to build the wall. The fee came from the merchant council in the town. As a semi-autonomous merchant, the council was often able to decide on the construction of towns.

"They repaired the walls that we had breached. And with the construction of many new wooden towers, I don't think it would be possible for the rebels to storm the town overnight. Julian thought for a moment and said back to Arrode.

"So. What is the will of the citizens of the town to resist? Arold pondered for a moment, and finally voiced his fears, whether the townspeople who profess the same religion and culture will open the city and surrender in order to protect themselves, and turn against the rebels, if that would cause Arold in Mecklenburg Castle to cut off the connection with the Angry Lion Castle, then the form is not good.

"Don't worry, just looking at the fact that the merchants built the walls so quickly, it shows that they don't trust the rebels who believe in the same religion, and the merchants are more worried about their property, if the town is breached, their property will definitely be looted by the rebels." Julian said with some contempt, he still has some opinions about greedy merchants who are half aristocratic blood, but this time those merchants are on Arold's side, for the merchants who regard money as their fate and can take risks for the sake of profit, if anyone wants to take their money, it is even more unbearable than insulting their faith, not to mention that the urban burghers have always looked down on the mud legs in the fields, just as the nobles look down on the merchants.

"Okay, so we can go to war with confidence." Arold patted himself on the thigh and stood up happily, clutching the hilt of his sword at his waist and speaking to Julian.

"Oh, Lord Count, you already have a plan?" Julian looked at Arrod's appearance, as a personal attendant, he was familiar with Arrod's temperament, and knew that the young earl already had a mature plan in his heart.

"Well, where have the rebels gone now?" Arrod asked Julian.

"Any news?" Julian did not immediately answer Arrod, he turned to one of the hussars standing at the gate, who had just returned from reconnaissance.

"Your Excellency Earl, the rebels are now heading towards the road to the town of Visma, and it will take about two days to reach the town of Visma, depending on the situation."

"Do you see any cavalry among them?" Arold nodded, he had already experienced the war, he understood that although the rebels were numerous, it was necessary to support such a large number of people with heavy logistical support, and the organizational structure of the grassroots troops could not be solved, that is, the nobles could only divide into small family units through vassals, and then gather the troops of these vassals into an army, with a group of peasants without military literacy, it was impossible to complete the organization of the army in a short period of time, so they could never carry out a rapid march, Otherwise, before they reach their destination, the peasants will flee because of low morale.

"No, but they've been robbing villages and settlements along the way that they haven't joined, and it's hard to say where they can get horses." The light cavalry reported to Arrod.

"The villages along the way are so poor that it is impossible to collect horses, so rest assured, Lord Earl." Julian said to Arrod that although he didn't know why Arrod cared so much about cavalry, Julian knew that Arrod must have his own intentions.

"Whew, then everything is ready." Arold closed his eyes and tried to calm his impetuous heart, he rubbed his hand on the round ornament on the hilt of the sword at his waist, and when he opened his eyes again, his eyes had become calm and tenacious, "Julian, ride with me to meet the rebels who dare to resist my authority. ”

"What? Is the Earl going to go in person? Julian was taken aback, he did not expect that Arold would not be satisfied with the reconnaissance of the light cavalry, and would take the risk of going to investigate it himself.

"That's right, I'm only at ease if I've seen it myself, hahaha." Arold smiled and patted Julian on the shoulder, and then strode out of the tower, outside which a small squire was waiting outside the door with a horse, and in addition to Julian, Arold was accompanied by a special combat team on horseback, these tempered warriors were ready to go at any time after resting.

At this time, the rebels hung the sheepskin with a wooden fork as a flag, more than 100 farmers sang country slang to call friends, and walked and stopped on the country roads, how strange this army was, in addition to the farmers who served as soldiers, there were many peasant women holding children and dragging their families and mouths in the meantime, the crying of children was particularly eye-catching, and the chaos was also huge, and the rebel leaders gave the order to loot along the road in order to solve the problem of baggage and morale, which made the peasants who only paid attention to immediate interests very satisfied, Therefore, at the beginning, only a pitchfork was clamped, and it became a small burden, from a small burden to a whole family to go out to take the spoils of war, and the peasants, who had never left the land, felt for the first time that war was such an interesting thing, no wonder the nobles often waged war, and therefore the number of people was multiplying.

"That's a lot of people." Julian rode to Arrod's left, and he gasped as they paused to watch from the hills far away from the rebels, the blackened rebels meandering toward the town of Vismar on the wasteland below.

"Yes, rabble." Arold picked up a monocular telescope, through which he saw the chaos in the rebel army, and gradually reassured that without a monoporous telescope, it was indeed a large army to be ignored from a distance, but after viewing it with a telescope, he would find that such an underorganized army only needed to break its morale to break up.

"Chief, it seems that somewhere someone is spying on us." Among the rebels, someone saw that a knight seemed to be spying on the rebel march on a hill far away, so he quickly found the leader of the rebel army, who was walking with the group, and told him about it.

"What can you see from that distance?" The rebel leader was unimpressed, he glanced at the knights on the hill, and muttered a few words, the booty of the leader had been loaded on a wagon and pushed away by his men, so he could easily carry a long scythe.

"Even if you see it, what can you do but tremble when you see our army?" The others laughed as well.

"That's right, hahaha." The peasants, who did not know that Arold had a monocular telescope in his hands, did not pay attention to the timid knights who only dared to watch from afar, and they continued to drag their families and their families to sweep away from the villages along the way.

"Abominable rebels." Looking at the billowing smoke rising along the road, Arold cursed fiercely, these originally honest peasants completed the transformation from sheep to hungry wolves the moment they became rebels, most of the peasants in the Middle Ages lived within a small area of their own villages, so as long as they were not from their own villages, they were like strangers, and they could rob and make a fortune along the way when they joined the rebels, which was just like a sideline outside the farmland. (To be continued......)

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