A month ago, when a trench had just begun to be excavated on the periphery of the castle, and the slaves had only used the plate to build the city to tamp the foundation, Arold held a letter from Baron Wendell in his hand, and he looked at the hint of Baron Wendell's remorse for his actions in the letter, and the anger in his heart for Baron Wendell had dissipated for the most part. The reason for Arjord's anger was that Baron Wendell told Arold in a letter that the son of one of his distant cousins had recently joined the Order of St. Jom, a military order whose mission was to liberate the pagan territories of the Hislavs on the Baltic coast, and that they also had their presence in Mecklenburgshire.

"If we have a fight with the Slavs, well, it's a matter of time, maybe this military order will be our help." Arold sat at the wooden table, looking at the parchment letter covered with his father's coat of arms red wax, his mind was alive, although he was very confident in the castle he built himself, but it was not a bad thing for him to be able to get the support of a military order, maybe the other nobles did not pay attention to these military orders, in the eyes of the military nobles, this was just a parody show of a group of monks holding books, but Arold knew that the three major Crusader knights of the future generations, the Knights Hospitaller, The Knights Templar and the Teutonic Order, both of which were formerly members of the Military Order, brought Arjord's attention to the news of Baron Wendell, which may have been a remark to Baron Wendell, but it was very important to Arryd.

"Lord Earl, are you looking for me?" A yeoman farmer from the village of the monastery of St. Fonso walked in. Not only was he a yeoman farmer with his own land in the monastic village, but more importantly he had a horse of his own, and Arold needed such a light cavalryman.

"That's right, I want you to take my token and disguise yourself as a traveler looking for the military order of St. Jom in Mecklenburgshire." Arold took off a silver ring on his hand, which had his initials on it, and it looked like it belonged to the nobles.

"Yes, Lord Count obeys your orders." The yeoman farmer took Arold's ring and put it in his bosom, the ring was not valuable, but it could tell him who he was. After the yeoman farmer brought enough dry food. So he mounted his horse and inquired about the men of the military order of St. Jom.

"I thought it was too late?" Arold looked at the knights who had rushed into the castle, and he breathed a sigh of relief, it seemed that the yeoman had done his job, and the religious knights of the military order treated the heretics even more harshly. Swords and spears attacked the Slavs without mercy.

Wearing chain mail, he is well-armed and well-armed. Morale is high. The resolute religious knights soon defeated the Slavs, who were supported by the blood of the moment, and the soldiers of Arold, who were on the defensive, also opened the Saxon house and rushed out to fight, and the two sides fought side by side to defeat the Slavs gradually.

"Kang Tuoyi, go quickly. If you don't leave, you'll be surrounded. "The heavily armed Slavic warriors fended off the attack of the knights, and one of them took Kang Tuoyi's arm and pulled him out of the city gates, and now even ordinary soldiers could see who the victory belonged to, Kang Tuoyi gritted his teeth and looked at the scene in front of him with indignation, his own soldiers were brutally slaughtered again, and the Slav leaders were killed or captured in battle.

"Oh~~~." Two knights on horseback guarding the city gate saw Kang Tuoyi and others, they immediately rode forward to try to kill these Slavs who tried to escape, even if they could not charge in the castle to accelerate, but with the height of the war horse, the power of the spear can be maximized, Kang Tuoyi's heavy warriors rushed up with swords to stop the galloping war horse, the war horse crashed into the heavy warrior and threw them to the ground, but also made the speed of the war horse weakened.

"Gods Protect ~~~." Kang Tuoyi's eyes widened, he clenched his sword with both hands, and when the knights were blocked by the heavily armed warriors, he stabbed the sword under the armpit of one of the knights, the knight's head and body were protected by armor, but the lower part of the raised arm, that is, the armpit was the weakest place in defense, Kang Tuoyi, who was experienced in combat, seized the opportunity to kill a knight without hesitation, when the knight screamed and fell off the horse, Kang Tuoyi turned over and grabbed the reins of the horse, and fled out of the castle.

At night, the Slavs in the castle were all cleared, and in this siege battle, more than 300 Slavs were killed, more than 100 were wounded and captured, and more than 200 others escaped and disappeared, and Arrod's side also suffered heavy losses, and only more than 40 soldiers survived.

"Lord Count."

"Lord Count." Arold didn't care about the exhaustion of his body, his face was covered with black dust, the chain mail was torn in many places, the smock shirt on his body was cracked, and the blood stains on it stained the coat of arms clearly, when Arold walked in his messy castle, the soldiers who carried the wounded and rebuilt the gate bowed to him one after another, and Arold hurriedly waved his hand to them to signal that there was no need to salute, although these soldiers who lived and died with Arold had no blood relationship with him, but in Arold's eyes they were simply siblings.

"How's it going?" Seeing John Berg leaning against a sloping shed, and the slave girl feeding water to his mouth, Arold walked over a few steps, crouched down and said to John Berg.

"I was hit by an arrow in the leg, but I can hold it." John Berg glanced at Arold and grinned, the arrow piercing his leg, and the blood stained his trouser leg purple.

"I'll ask the monks to help you with the operation, just do it in advance, and soon you'll be able to jump and walk again." Arold nodded at him and put his arm on Johnberg's shoulder and comforted.

"Lord Count, what about those slaves?" Julian gasped and strode up to Arrod, the slaves who had helped Arold at the critical moment, but at this time they were holding tools and weapons, gathered together and looked at Arold and the others with suspicious eyes.

"What's your name?" Arold looked at Martin with a hammer in his hand among the slaves, and was impressed by the slave who used the hammer to smash the heads of the Slavs. He stepped forward and asked.

"Watch out for Lord Earl." Worried about Arrod's safety, Julian followed closely behind him, aiming his sword at the slaves and never letting go, but Arold reached out and pressed the sword down.

"His name is Martin, Lord Earl." Unexpectedly, Melinda came out and said to Arold, she was particularly conspicuous among the male slaves, because the female slaves and children had entered the Saxon house early to be protected, and Melinda who appeared here at this time was obviously in trouble, and Arold was not stupid and quickly understood who had released these slaves.

"You let them out?" Arold stretched out his finger and pointed at the male slaves and said to Melinda. The slave girl who took care of Arrod's daily life was very intelligent and considerate. Therefore, Arold let Melinda do many things, but Melinda took advantage of Arold's trust to free the slave privately, which made Arold a little annoyed.

"Lord Earl, please don't blame Melinda. I. Punish. "Martin is worried that Arold will punish Melinda. Although the slaves had an advantage in numbers, they were not samurai after all, after some fighting. The soldiers and knights who faced Arold certainly had no chance of winning, so he pleaded with Arold in broken Germanic language.

"Hmph, the law of any kingdom is unforgivable for freeing my slaves without my consent." Arold looked at Martin and Melinda with sharp eyes, and his tone was extremely stern, and the slaves were nervous after listening to Arold's words, but Arold changed his words, "But since you have helped me at a critical moment, I amnesty Melinda, and I forgive your crimes, but you are not allowed to approach my house from now on." And you, I will give you freedom, but you will join my army as my light infantry, and you will be treated in the same way as a free man. ”

"Oh woo~~~~." The slaves cheered excitedly when they heard Arold's words, they did not expect that Arold would give them back their freedom and allow them to join the earl's army, this kind of thing was like a miracle, and the people in the castle looked at it curiously when they heard the cheers of the slaves.

"Thank you, Lord Count." Melinda's eyes were full of tears, she and Martin's hands were tightly clasped together, Melinda leaned on Martin's shoulder, Martin hugged her tightly, this tear was different from the tears of previous suffering, this was the tears of happiness.

"Yes." Even though Arold was angry with Melinda for betraying him, but looking at Melinda and Martin's appearance, he suddenly understood what was going on, maybe her behavior was not unforgivable.

"Lord Earl Arrode, we are knights of the Friars of St. Jom, and it is great to see our fellow citizens here." The knight who led the knights of the Friars was received by Arold after he had dealt with the matter at hand, and this knight, unlike the other noble knights that Arold had seen, did not have too much jewels on his body, except for the necessary chain mail and a blouse embroidered with a cross, and only a small wooden cross strung with straw and hemp rope hung around his neck, and he won Arrod's favor for this frugality.

"Yes, I'm lucky that the people I sent found you." Arold said to the knight with gratitude.

"It is God's will, and we regret to tell you that your messenger was found by our men when he was seriously wounded by the Slavic robbers, and when he was dying, he told us everything, and it is not a miracle of God that we have come here to fight side by side?" The knight held the small wooden cross pendant on his chest in his hand, and said to Arold in a calm and fanatical tone.

"That's right, it's a shame." Hearing that the yeoman farmer he had sent had died, Arold was sad again, and at the same time his heart burned with rage.

"What are you going to do next, if there is no fighting here, we will return to our camp." The two golden beards on the lips of the religious knights were curled, and as knights of the Friars, they had an exceptionally strict system.

"Please wait a moment, and after a good night's rest, tomorrow I will go and retrieve the field, and I need your help and your knights." Arold said with a gloomy face.

"Oh?" The religious knight did not understand what Arrod meant, and looked at him suspiciously.

"Blood for blood, eyes for eyes." (To be continued......)