The Pomeranian army marched along the road and then stopped on the opposite side of Arrode's army, and although the attack on Mecklenburg exhausted the Pomeranian soldiers, the Pomeranian nobles were so numerically superior that they were sure of victory, and indeed the Pomeranian army looked like a dense stream of ripe wheat in a field, and anyone who saw the situation on both sides for the first time would judge that the superior side was the victor.

"Great Chief, do you need to send a team to carry out a skirmish?" A Pomeranian nobleman asked.

"No, the whole army presses over, take care to keep the formation." The Grand Chief of Pomerania touched his beard, he felt that he was sure of victory, there was no need to test the strength of the enemy, and he was even a little afraid that Arold would escape.

"Wow~~~." The Pomeranian army lined up in a left-center-right formation, showing the shape of the anti-moon, and rushed towards Arold and his army, and the army of more than 4,000 people moved earth-shatteringly, while Arold's side had less than 2,000 men and horses, and was as weak as a candle in the wind.

"It's not a good situation." Barron, the captain of the Reaper mercenary group in Arjord's army, swallowed hard, and he now regretted that he should not have accepted the employment of the Count of Mecklenburg, ⊙ it was a doomed war.

"Don't worry about my brother, I see that these Pomeranians are tired, maybe we have a chance to live."

"Bullshit, shit, even if I could kill ten by myself, I'd be killed by the eleventh. What about the great earl, he wouldn't be in the woods and try to escape on horseback, would he? Barron yelled dissatisfied.

"No, it looks like they're messing with something in the woods." Barron's brother shrugged his shoulders and said to his brother.

"We will die here today, God, Jesus. The Holy Spirit is above. Barron looked up at the sky, and he had already begun to say his final prayers.

In the woods behind them, the already dense woods and the army in front of them blocked the way, so that no one else could see what was going on inside, and Arold stood in the clearing in the middle of the woods, his eyes fixed on what was in front of him. And from time to time rubbing his hands, as if very nervous.

"Quick, light the torch, add a little more oil, that's right, keep it at that." In front of them was a busy group of craftsmen, fiddling with a pile of things in front of them, sewn from fabrics, animal skins, and coarse linen, several strings connected to a large basket.

"What the hell is this, Lord Earl?" Julian asked curiously. He watched as the artisans tied some sandbags around the large baskets, while others put clay pots filled with oil inside.

"Heated, heated, it's a hot air balloon that strikes the enemy from the sky." Arold took advantage of the busy gap to explain to Julian.

"Hang gliding followed by a hot air balloon? Lord Count, are you a magician? Baron Ron was dumbfounded as he looked at the sewn fabric that was gradually bulging, and he felt that everything Arold had done was so magical, but because Arold had indeed taken Osvid on a flight. So his men weren't worried that this thing would fail.

"Get up, get up." When this humble hot air balloon is filled with heat. When it gradually rose, all the craftsmen let out a cheering sound, and Arold looked at the qiē in front of him with satisfaction, this hot air balloon is actually not big, but it is indeed cross-era to be able to do this step in this era of backward productivity.

"Lord Earl, please don't risk it this time. We'll send two capable fighters to do it. Baron Ron grabbed Arrod as he tried to board it, the last time the glider was so scared that it almost made their hearts jump out of their throats, this time Arold couldn't let Arold take the risk anyway.

"However, I'm afraid no one else can operate this thing." Arold frowned, no matter how smart a person is in this day and age, it is impossible for him to understand the principle of hot air ballooning. If you can't understand the principle, how can you do it correctly?

"You are our commander-in-chief, if something happens to you, we will lose, let the others do it, trust them." Julian also advised Arrod.

"Okay, pick two smart young men, I'll do my best to tell them how to do it, the craftsmen don't refuel, refueling again and it's time to fly." Arrod had no choice but to agree to his men's mention, and soon two clever young men were brought in.

Just as Arold raised his hot air balloon, the Pomeranian army was very close to the Mecklenburg army, and at this time the crossbowmen of Mecklenburg began to use their crossbow arrows to shoot the enemy, and the crossbow arrows were like flying locusts at the dense Pomeranian advancing army, but the Pomeranians were so numerous that those who were shot by the crossbow were quickly drowned in the sea of people, as if there had never been a zài at all.

"Yes, that's how to kill them all in one go." The Grand Chief of Pomerania waved his scepter above his head, and he shouted like madness, while several large drums covered with animal skins were beaten vigorously, and the earth-shattering drums inspired the Pomeranian to attack, and they were finally able to vent their frustration at the obstruction of the attack on the castle with the weapons in their hands.

"Spearmen defensive formation." The non-commissioned officers of the Mecklenburg regiment ordered loudly, and the well-trained Mecklenburg pikemen immediately lined up in a phalanx of pikes according to the order, and pointed their spears like hedgehogs at the enemy, and the old German mercenaries drew their swords from their waists and kissed them, and then fixed their eyes on the Pomeranians who rushed like waves.

"Boom~~~~." Almost instantly, the Pomeranian army collided with the first column of the Mecklenburg regiment, and the phalanx of pikes withstood the first wave of the Pomeranian assault, and the pikes were covered with the corpses of the Pomeranians, the unlucky ones who could not hold their feet and were pushed forward by the men in the rear, but the Pomeranians did not care about the damage at all, and they pushed the corpses of the men in front of them and forced the pikemen to take a few steps back.

"Brush~~~." Greatsword swordsmen in chain mail and iron helmets began to move, and they swept out of the phalanx like birds of prey with their claws, and their sharp swords caused a storm of blood among the unsuspecting Pomeranians.

"Ahhh When the swordsmen are close, they hold three-quarters of the sword with both hands, stab the enemy with the sharp tip of the sword, or cut the throat of the enemy with one side of the sword, and swing the sword wide open and close as if the enemy has a distance.

"Great Chief, we're being blocked." The Pomeranian nobles reported to the Grand Chieftain.

"Hmm, useless Kang Tuoyi." The Grand Chief of Pomerania looked at the small but fierce army in front of him, and couldn't help but mutter, he couldn't help but complain, he meant that Kang Tuoyi had failed to deal a heavy blow to this army, of course, he would never say that he used Kang Tuoyi as bait.

"I'm better outflanked from both wings." Another Pomeranian nobleman said loudly, and at this time the battlefield was already full of fighting and the clashing of weapons, spears and spears were intertwined, and people were pushing and huddling each other.

"That's it, we are outnumbered, don't care about the dead or wounded." The Grand Chief of Pomerania raised his scepter and said to his vassal nobles.

In fact, the nobles were right, using a part of the army to contain the Mecklenburg corps head-on, and the other part of the army to attack from the flank and finally the rear, then no matter how elite the troops would collapse, but unfortunately the luck of the Pomeranians ended here.

"Huhuhu." A Pomeranian soldier was like he was in the middle of the sea, he was pushed forward by his companions in front of him, he had an iron helmet and leather armor, he was a sergeant of some status in the Pomeranian army, but at this time he was also tired, and he was only reluctant to run and fight because of the involuntariness of the people, and he couldn't help but raise his head to look at the sun in the sky, thinking that if it was night, he would be able to rest.

"Woo~~." But when he looked up, he felt that a huge dark cloud covered the sky, he had never seen such a strange dark cloud, and the round dark cloud was just over their heads.

"So, what's that?" Not only him, but also his companions around him, who couldn't help but slow down and raise their heads to look, but at that moment a cloud of something fell from the strange foreign object.

"Boom~~~Boom~~~~." The mass smashed beside the Pomeranian soldier, and there was a clatter like the clatter of crumbling pottery, and then flames erupted, just as the Pomeranian soldier and his companions were involved.

"Ahhh The flame was like a maggot on the tarsal bones, and once it was contaminated, it could never be shaken off, even if the Pomeranian soldiers rolled on the ground and tried to extinguish the fire with the dirt and sand on the ground.

"Whew, whew, whew~~." The hot air balloon passed over the heads of the Pomeranians, and a jar of clay pots filled with Greek fire oil was thrown down after the rope at the mouth was ignited, and smashed into the densest place of the Pomeranian crowd. (To be continued......)