Relieved to see that the inner city of Mecklenburg was still intact on the glider, Arold flew around the main tower and headed in the direction of his army, because the primitive glider was made of linen and wood, and was not reliable and stable enough to return immediately.

"Boom~~~." The cavalry of the squire regiment galloped wildly, they stopped in a dense wood, and then quickly lit a bonfire, and threw the wolf dung they found on the bonfire, and the burning wolf dung immediately rose thick smoke, and the smoke rushed straight into the sky, while the cavalry of the squire regiment waited patiently.

"Crackling~~~." After waiting for a moment, they heard the crackling of the branches overhead, and when the cavalry looked up, they saw Arold and Osveld, along with the glider, breaking the branches of countless cedar trees and falling, because of the buffer of the branches, and when they fell on the ground covered with soft meadows, the two men were miraculously unscathed.

"Oh God, I, oh woo, I'm still alive?" Osvid sat up from the ground, looking at his hands and couldn't believe his luck, and what they had just done.

"Osvid, get out of the way, you're crushing me." Arold pushed Auswid, who was still holding down his legs, away, and at this time, the cavalrymen of the squire regiment hurriedly stepped forward to pull the two up, and they stared at Arold and Osveld without saying a word, which was more than they knew and felt.

"Don't be stunned, do you have any wine?" Osvid said to a companion he knew well, but he should have drunk some wine to suppress the alarm, considering that they were still flying in mid-air.

"Alright, let's hurry back and join the army, I've found the place where the enemy's baggage and grain and grass are hidden." Arold stood up and shook his legs. The glider glider can observe the enemy's movements from high altitudes, as if it were a reconnaissance satellite installed in ancient times, and can see the enemy's distribution and information at a glance.

"Lord Earl, I'm ready." The squire cavalry said to Arrod.

At the inner gates of Mecklenburg, religious knights were waving their swords wearily, stabbing them through the cracks in the fence. The sword stabbed the Pomeranians who were crowded at the iron fence and brought out the blood, but the Pomeranians knew that they would win if they conquered the strong iron fence, and the days of fighting and exhaustion made them desperate to end the war.

"Attack, attack, cut down that big tree, hit that iron fence." The Grand Chief of Pomerania walked up and down the crowd, his eyes full of anger and greed as he occasionally raised his head to look at the towering main tower.

"Oh. I'm done, I'm done. Brother Elvet saw the Grand Chief of Pomerania from the window of the main tower, and he could feel this anger even from a distance, and when a conceited nobleman felt that he had been fooled and deceived, the anger was like a volcanic eruption, and Brother Elvet did not dare to imagine what might happen to him, fear constantly invaded his heart, and Brother Elvet trembled and stepped his legs on the window. He propped his hands on the two ends of the window, and his slightly closed eyes glanced down.

"Uh-huh." Brother Elvet let out a groan, the height of the tower frightened him. But he had no other way but to kill himself before the Pomeranians captured the castle, so that death would be easier.

"Palace, Lord Palace, master, no, don't." Brother Elvet's servants saw him at this time. Immediately panicked, he rushed to save his master.

"So, what's that?" Just as Brother Elvet took a few deep breaths and was about to jump, he suddenly saw smoke and fire rising from a grove of Pomeranians outside the castle from his position. It was as if something was chasing them behind them.

"Drive it~~~~, kill it." The knight of Mecklenburg, wearing a semi-enclosed helmet and a chain mail and a smock, held a spear in his hand, and his horse roared into the camp, which was hidden in the forest, where the Pomeranians were strong, and the depths of the forest were overgrown with bushes and trees that could not be found without looking, and could only be seen from high in the air.

"Wow~~~." The Pomeranian soldiers stationed there were wounded and wounded, and they held their rudimentary spears in their hands to stop the cavalry who suddenly rushed in, but to no avail. Because of their heavy armor and skill, the cavalry killed the defending soldiers as if they were devastating, and then the cavalry set fire everywhere and burned the heavy grain and grass of the Pomeranians on Arold's orders.

"It's a shame to burn these supplies, shouldn't we pull them away?" Osvidle tightened his horse under his crotch and said to Baron Ron that it was a pity to burn the mountains of food and supplies piled up by the Pomeranians, knowing that the supplies were still very poor in this era.

"No, the Earl's order is very clear, all the supplies are not allowed to be left to the Pomeranians." Baron Ron lifted his mask, looked around and said loudly to the cavalry, their cavalry is a surprise force, and they must fight quickly.

"Okay." Shaking his head helplessly, Osvid rushed over with a kick in the belly of his horse, brandishing his sword in pursuit of a desperately fleeing Pomeranian soldier, eventually severing the Pomeranian soldier's shoulder from behind.

"The Great Chief is not good, our camp where we hide our baggage has been raided by the Mecklenburg cavalry." Not only did Brother Elvet in the tower see it, but the Pomeranian soldiers, who had quickly fled from the forest, reported to the Grand Chief.

"What? How do they know. "The Grand Chief of Pomerania heard the news like a bolt from the blue, in order to conquer Mecklenburg, he mobilized all his troops, so he hid the baggage camp, originally thought that this was a foolproof measure, even if Arold returned to help, it was impossible to find his own grain and grass distribution center at once, compared to the era of no map and information backwardness This is definitely not an easy thing.

"What do we do now? Still fight Mecklenburg? "The Pomeranian nobles have also risen up without food, and if they do not take Mecklenburg at once, then such an army of thousands of men will scatter and flee because there is no food to eat.

"Damn it." The Grand Chief of Pomerania gripped his scepter in both hands, almost wring it out of the water, his brows tightly twisted together.

"Woo woo ~ ~~~." In the moments of the Pomeranian hesitation, a group of cavalry rushed out of the woods outside Mecklenburg, and they proudly dragged the banner of the Grand Pomeranian chieftain upside down, and blew a trumpet, the sound of which echoed over Mecklenburg.

"It's the reinforcements, it's the Earl who has returned, and we're saved." When the trumpets were heard, the exhausted soldiers in Mecklenburg let out cheers, and their morale and strength seemed to return to them at once.

"Arrod, bastard, so slow!" Harvey sat in the alley against the wall, her teeth biting a rag that was firmly wrapped around her left arm, and beside her lay two Pomeranian corpses.

"Whoa~~~." Of course, Arrod's army could not have arrived so quickly, in fact, Arrod's main army was still half a day's distance from Mecklenburg, and after entering Mecklenburg County, he stopped the rapid march of the army, but instead advanced slowly, but in order to stabilize the morale of the army in Mecklenburg, he sent cavalry to carry out a surprise attack.

"We look for an open area, but we have to set up camp with our backs to the woods." Arold said to the generals beside him.

"Yes, Lord Count." Soon the Mecklenburg soldiers set up camp outside a wood, and when the Mecklenburg army returned to their territory and stopped, the Pomeranian scout cavalry spotted them and quickly reported to the Grand Pomeranian chieftain.

"We must get out of Mecklenburg, the morale of the defenders in the castle is high now, and there are new troops outside the castle, and if we don't quit, we will be blocked inside." The Grand Chief of Pomerania gathered the nobles together and addressed them.

"We follow your orders, Great Chief." The Pomeranian nobles looked at each other, in fact, this mention of the great chief was very much in line with their ideas, it was not terrible to lose on the battlefield, at most they could throw down the lowly infantry and flee on horseback, and return to their own territory in a few years to raise an army, after all, those peasants gave birth faster than rabbits.

"Actually, don't worry, our scout cavalry reported that the number of Mecklenburg soldiers who returned was not large, as long as they were defeated, the victory would still be ours." The Grand Chief of Pomerania said confidently.

"But what if we don't have enough food and grass?" At this time, there were nobles who asked questions.

"It's okay, just send a team to collect grain in the countryside when the time comes."

"Good idea, totally agree." The Pomeranian nobles nodded their heads in praise, anyway, this is the enemy's territory, and there must be a lot of crops hidden in the farmhouses in the countryside, which should be enough for them in the short term.

"Okay, now let me get out of the castle and go across from the Count of Mecklenburg, and let us see what he is capable of." The Grand Chief of Pomerania patted his thigh and gritted his teeth. (To be continued......) R1292