The Duke of Bohemia didn't know why he would be defeated as soon as he ran into this guy named Arrod, if the first battle could be said to be caused by strange weapons that had never been seen before, but the second battle was almost equal in strength, no, the Duke of Bohemia's army was slightly superior in numbers, but he failed again, and the Duke of Bohemia's army crashed into the beast of the trap as planned, and was surrounded by the army of the noble alliance of the Duchy of Mason.

In the era of cold weapons, the soldiers were most afraid of attacks from the rear and flanks, especially in the case of enemies in the rear, in the era of underdeveloped communications, it would make the soldiers think that their rear roads were cut off, and the blow to morale was extremely heavy at this time, and now when the Bohemian soldiers noticed the constant sound of attacks from the rear and the flank, many began to desert from the battle, and even the noble vassals of the Duke of Bohemia led the whole team to flee.

"Onward, Bohemian warriors." The Duke of Bohemia's cloak was clinging to his armor, his body was trembling in the rain, and he looked around the duke to find that his army was getting smaller and smaller, and the army around him was recruited from the Duke's territory of Bohemia, and the loyalty was relatively high, but at this time the soldiers were also waiting and hesitating.

"Whoosh, whoosh~~~." Arrows were fired from all sides, and several of the knights of the Duke of Bohemia's bodyguard hurriedly raised their large shields, which were made of solid wood except for a bronze cap in the center, and the arrows were nailed to it with a few clicks. The Duke of Bohemia was protected from attack, but the rest of the soldiers were not so lucky.

"Lord Duke, we must hurry up and break out of the siege, we are surrounded." The knights of the guard looked at the Germanic colored swallow-tailed banners that appeared around, at this time, there was only a chance to quickly gather an elite army to break through from one point, if it was a little later, I am afraid that they would not be able to get out, the flag embroidered with gold thread of the Duke of Bohemia was too conspicuous.

"Breakout." The Duke of Bohemia looked ahead with his eyes at the moment, and his gaze passed over the crowds of soldiers who were fighting, only to see where a black lion heraldic banner appeared, and the Duke of Bohemia knew that it was the banner of Arrod, the court minister of the Duchy of Mason, the commander of the German mercenary regiment. His heart was filled with irritation, and he wanted to do whatever he had the last bit of strength around him. He continued to charge forward and fight Arrod, but reason finally made him stop this stupid thought, and in this moment he seemed to age a lot.

The Duke of Bohemia led an elite army of his own knights and a handful of elite squires. Looking for a place to break through the forces of the Principality of Mason's Noble Alliance. But there were more than 600 counts of Weimar on both wings. The Count of Thuringia's army of 1,000 men was by no means so easy to break through, and the knights of the two counts from time to time screamed wildly and rushed through the rain, shocking the Bohemian soldiers who had been left behind by the duke.

"Whew. Are you going to die here today? "The Duke of Bohemia managed to break through to a relatively weak place on the right flank, but this seemingly weak position was made up entirely of hoplites, which was a complete abominable trap, and the Duke had less than a hundred men left with him, all wounded and exhausted.

"Look, that rolled-up banner with gold thread trimmed on the edges, I bet it must be the flag of the Duke of Bohemia, and I'm lucky." The hoplites were commanded by the vassals of the Count of Weimar, who wore a certain broad-brimmed round helmet and chain mail, and his thirty-four hoplites were the sergeants of his domain, each with an iron helmet, a leather armour, a Germanic pointed shield, and a fine spear.

"But Lord Baron, there are more than a hundred of them." The baron's men said worriedly, they were guarding an area with a hillside, but they could get out of the battlefield if they crossed it.

"Don't worry, they're already exhausted after a fight, don't you think the Earl has put us here to prevent the Bohemians from escaping, as long as these already panicked Bohemians are dragged down, the Earl's reinforcements will arrive, so work hard, we have caught a big fish."

"I see."

"Here they are, and the sergeants are ready to fight." The baron saw the Duke of Bohemia, who could not flee from the wolf, and the soldiers who had lost their armor, and when the Duke of Bohemia was about to flee the battlefield, he found the vassal army of the Count of Weimar on the hillside.

"Soldiers, we must defeat the enemy in front of us." The Duke of Bohemia's voice was hoarse, and he tried to cheer up his tired soldiers, but when he was about to escape from the battlefield, he found a group of heavily armored hoplites in front of him, many Bohemians were desperate, they stood in the rain crying and dropped their weapons and knelt on the ground, and some ran in other directions, while the Duke of Bohemia had no way to restrain his soldiers.

"The sergeants are walking ~~~." The vassal Baron, a vassal of the Count of Weimar, looked at the crumbling Bohemians with a smile, immediately drew his sword, shouted to his men, and the heavy infantry rushed down the hillside in a neat formation.

"Boom~~~." Just as the Duke of Bohemia looked at the approaching heavy infantry with a pale face, he lowered his head in despair and closed his eyes to accept his fate, when suddenly the rumbling sound of horses' hooves sounded from the other side, and the Duke of Bohemia raised his head in surprise and opened his eyes to see a Bohemian cavalry rushing towards him, led by the blood-stained Count Otata.

"Ping Pong Ping Pong ~~~." The Bohemian cavalry rushed into the heavy infantry from the flank, and although there were only dozens of cavalry charges, they were also extremely brave, and the heavy infantry, who were dazed by the sudden attack, quickly turned to deal with the cavalry.

"Lord Duke, go this way, quickly." As soon as Count Ota reined in his horse, the horseman raised his hooves and kicked a heavy foot soldier to the ground, and then he shouted at the Duke of Bohemia, who heard Count Orta's voice and hurried his horse in his direction.

With the defeat of the Duke of Bohemia, the remaining Bohemians were only left to slaughter and be captured, when the sky gradually darkened, because the rain was darker than usual, so many Bohemians took this opportunity to escape from the battlefield, but for the Principality of Mason Noble Alliance, this was also a great victory, the battle of the Principality of Mason Noble Union lost more than 600 soldiers, the Duke of Bohemia's army lost more than 2,000 people, of which about 800 people were really killed, most of them were captured or missing.

"The Duke of Bohemia will certainly flee to the castle of the Count of Lauzitz, and we must do everything we can to clean up the battlefield and besiege the castle immediately, and we must not let him use this as a base to send reinforcements from the Duchy of Bohemia." This layer of faint white mist appeared on Arrod's body, which was formed by the evaporation of the rain on his body under the intense activity, he took off his helmet and shook off the rain, and said to the Count of Weimar and the Count of Thuringia, at this time, these two counts were respectful to Arold, and they were able to defeat the Duke of Bohemia twice, Arold was undoubtedly a genius with the talent of a battlefield commander.

"We will immediately send the knights to chase and let the infantry clean up the battlefield and rest." The Count of Thuringia said in a way that was completely correct, and his face was flushed with the joy of victory.

"Yes." Arold nodded, in fact, he also thought of this idea, but the German mercenary regiment lacked cavalry, and most of the cavalry and knights were courtiers of the three counts, and Arold had no right to dispatch them, so it was appropriate for the Count of Thuringia to tell him about this idea.

"Aha, it's a victory, shouldn't we have a drink?" The Count of Weimar laughed and patted the Counts of Thuringia and Plauen on the shoulders, defeating the terrible Bohemians, and making the once disgusted Count feel good, and he was eager to share the joy with everyone.

"That's right, I've heard that the Duke of Bohemia's baggage cart has a lot of good wine, so let the soldiers fetch it and drink it." Arrod, of course, would not spoil everyone's interest, and there was nothing better than drinking the enemy's fine wine at this time. (To be continued......)