Arold is not afraid of gossip, his idea is simple, that is, to rescue Duke Mason so that he can be revealed to the world. However, Arold underestimated the power of this rumor, and when the Mecklenburg army advanced towards the Duchy of Bavaria a few days later, it was stopped by an unexpected event.

The Mecklenburg legion marched along the King's Road to the Duchy of Bavaria, the so-called King's Road, which was in fact nothing more than a road connecting the states, and even then the road which was trodden by travelers and merchants was narrow and rudimentary.

"Wow~~~~." A thousand men of the Mecklenburg Legion led by Arrod and a hundred men of the Teutonic Knights walked along the humble road, a winding procession moving slowly through the wilderness.

"Lord Duke, further on is the border of the Duchy of Mason." Baron Ron was wearing a chain mail made by the smelting base, which used a brushed mechanism to protect the wearer to the greatest extent possible.

"From the Duchy of Mason, we can get to the Duchy of Bavaria faster, and if it weren't for this unfortunate road, we should have done it faster." Arold has always been mindful of the construction of roads in his territory, believing that good roads can not only improve business contacts, but also quickly mobilize troops to where they are needed in times of emergency.

"That's a good idea, Lord Mason is your wife's brother, and when we go to rescue Duke Mason, the nobles of Mason will definitely join us." Baron Ron thought that this was a good idea, although Arold said that he was just going to investigate, but in fact everyone knew that there would be a tough battle to be fought, and it was impossible to win the Duke of Bavaria with just a thousand people, and at this time the power of the nobles in the Duchy of Mason was very important.

However, things were not as easy as Arold and his generals thought. When the Mecklenburg legion came to the border of the Duchy of Mason, they found that this bridge fort was like a great enemy, which made Arold and others puzzled.

"Send a messenger and explain to them what we are here for." Arold said to the people around him.

"Yes, Lord Duke." One of the attendants immediately held aloft the banner of Mecklenburg, and the attendants rode up to the bridge.

The fort was built on a stone bridge that crossed the boundary river. The bridge fort was very small and only accommodated a dozen or so soldiers, but the stone bridge was narrow and easy to defend and difficult to attack, and just a dozen soldiers bent their bows and arrows were enough to resist thousands of troops, so when the iron fence of the bridge fort was lowered, those originally nervous soldiers relaxed.

"Who are you?" A soldier on the bridge fort held his hand on the battlements and asked the attendant who came to the bridge fort below.

"We are from the Duchy of Mecklenburg, this is the army of the Duke of Mecklenburg, please open the door and let us go to the border of Guò and go to the Duchy of Bavaria." The attendant held the flag in his hand high. The black lion flag fluttered in the wind, and the soldiers on the bridge fort looked at the flag in surprise, but he did not immediately open the iron gate.

"This bridge fort belongs to Lord Baron Fred, and those who cross the bridge from here must pay the bridge tax." After the initial shock, the soldiers regained their composure, although the status of the Duke of Arrod was very scary, but the bridge was the private property of the baron, so to speak, an independent small kingdom. They would not dare to open the door without the baron's order.

"Then please ask your lord baron to come and talk." The squire reluctantly said to the soldiers on the bridge fort again.

"The Baron has put down the rebellion." The soldier said to the squire.

"Counterinsurgency?"

"Don't you know? Since the disappearance of Lord Mason, there has been no law and order. The peasants revolted against the rule of the adults. The soldier's words surprised Arold and the others.

In the medieval pyramid model, although on the surface people were placed in an orderly position according to religion, in fact, the peasants at the bottom of the society were oppressed by the aristocracy and often rose up for various reasons, even simple uprisings without any theoretical support were staggeringly destructive. After all, the peasants are the overwhelming majority.

"Let's stay at the border first, and wait for Baron Fred to return." Arrod's brows furrowed slightly, he didn't expect the rule of the Duchy of Mason to be so fragile, the borders far from the hinterland of the Duchy were so tense, and it was estimated that the territory had become a mess inside. Without knowing it, Arold did not intend to enter rashly.

"It's the Duke." Baron Ron and Yves agree that peasant revolts can sometimes be tricky, and that although the nobles see these mobs as nothing more than a rabble, they can be wiped out if they are not handled properly.

When night fell, the soldiers on the Qiaobao watched the Mecklenburg Regiment build a barracks on the border, which was not only surrounded by a trench, but also a wall of baggage carts, and a sharp wooden stake was inserted in the trench outside the car formation.

"Where the hell did these armies come from?" The mecklenburg soldiers, leaning against the battlements, could not imagine that it was just one night, and these Mecklenburg soldiers wielded shovels, dug out the trenches of the camp and set up their defenses, and the discipline of the army was evident from this single action.

"The Baron is back." At this moment, the sound of horses' hooves was heard from the other side of the bridge, and the soldiers of the bridge, which they hurriedly opened across the bridge deck to the iron gate on one side of the territory, and Baron Fred hurried into it on horseback, followed by a rickety carriage in which his family was in it, and behind the carriage were several wolf-like soldiers on foot.

"What's wrong?" Baron Fred jumped off his horse as soon as he entered the bridge, threw the reins of his horse to his soldiers, and asked curiously as he untied his cloak.

"Oh, I was about to report to you, Lord Baron." A veteran of the bridge castle said to the baron.

"Say it." Baron Fred glanced at his soldier, raised his arm and waved his hand, allowing the soldier to report back to him.

"There was an army, professing to be led by the Duke of Mecklenburg, and they were stationed across the bridge."

"Duke of Mecklenburg?" Baron Fred was taken aback, and he walked a few steps to the iron fence facing the Mecklenburg legion, from which he could see the camp of the Mecklenburgers, and saw the campfire of the army camp of a thousand men, which reflected the outside of the bridge fort as if it were daytime. (To be continued......)