The outer walls of Mecklenburg are full of signs of attack, although the walls made of the slabs used by Arold are also strong, but after all, the walls made of wood and earth are not as good as the stone walls, and there is a section of the wall that began to deform under the continuous impact and attacks of the Pomeranians, but the indomitable defenders of Mecklenburg demolished the houses and put the wood on the side of the tenacious pagans who continued to fight.

"We can't hold out much longer, when will the reinforcements be able to return?" Harvey looked at the corpses accumulated under the city walls with a bloody face, a foul smell permeated the vicinity of the walls, and the fighting between the two sides continued and fierce, so there was no time to clean up the bones of the dead in the battle.

"Well, don't say such frustrating things, it would be bad if the soldiers heard it." Princess Josie frowned slightly, she felt more and more uncomfortable, the fierce environment of the battlefield affected her physical and mental health, but the soldiers could only be relieved by seeing this tenacious hostess.

"Of course I know, this place really stinks to death, Your Royal Highness Princess, you better go back to the main tower first." Harvey covered his nose and said, Princess Josie insisted on guarding next to the reliquary on the city wall, and Harvey guarded Princess Josie's side, killing the enemies who climbed the city wall and tried to attack the princess and the reliquary.

"No, I'll stick here." Princess Josie reluctantly sat on a wooden chair brought by the maids, although later generations believed that the noble ladies of the Middle Ages were weak and powerless hidden in the towers waiting for the help of the knights, but in fact, in history, when the Germanic women protected the castle, they would also personally stand at the forefront of the battle or solidarity with the men, and they were not inferior to the men when fighting the enemy.

"Gotta get ~~~." Suddenly they heard the sound of horses' hooves outside the walls, and Harvey walked to the battlements and saw several Pomeranians with flags, riding on their horses and carrying no weapons.

"Stop, take one step further and shoot you." Harvey shouted loudly at the Pomeranians who tried to get closer. The Mecklenburg crossbowmen on the turret immediately pulled their crossbows and mounted their crossbows, and a creaking sound sounded on the city walls.

"Please don't shoot arrows, we are the messengers of the Grand Chief of Pomerania. Ask to see your leader. "Riding at the front, a man dressed as a Pomeranian nobleman in a fur hat and a large hat stretched out his palm. Shouted to the crossbowmen on the walls who had their crossbows sticking out of their arrow holes and battlements.

"Hmm." Harvey retracted her head, and she glanced at Princess Josie sitting in the arrow tower, who nodded at her.

"Boom~~~." The wooden drawbridge was lowered and lay across the deep trench, and the messengers of the Pomeranian chief slowly rode into Mecklenburg, and the Mecklenburg soldiers with halberds on either side of the gate watched them vigilantly, and if they made the slightest disturbance, they would be killed and pulled up the wooden drawbridge, but the Pomeranians were honest.

"The messenger is with us." Brother Elvet wears a small piece of chain mail. Covered with a monk's robe over the chain mail and wearing a necklace symbolizing his status as a courtier, he led the Pomeranian messengers up a ladder to an arrow tower.

In the tower of arrows, Princess Josie sat on a wooden chair, behind her hung a black lion banner with teeth and claws, and beside her was a reliquary of the spiritual pillars of the Mecklenburgers, and dozens of squire knights, led by Harun, were flanked by heavily armed guards, and they held their swords on the hilt of their swords and glared at the Pomeranians who walked in.

"Honorable chief of Mecklenburg, I am the monarch of the great Pomeranians, a messenger sent by the Great Chieftain." As soon as the Pomeranian nobleman walked in, he saw Princess Josie seated, and he took off his hat to show his respect to the tenacious aristocratic woman.

"I am the wife of the Count of Mecklenburg. Princess Josie of the Duchy of Mason, sister of Duke Mason, now the messenger will tell you what you mean. Princess Josie said to the messenger without humility or arrogance.

"The Great Chief would like to be able to get us to send some of the Miscellaneous Servants. Take the corpses of the warriors who died on the battlefield and bury them. The messenger said to Princess Josie.

"Do you want to bury the body?" Princess Josie's eyes looked at Brother Elvette and Harvey and the others, she couldn't decide how to respond to the messenger's request, even pagans in Princess Josie's heart should be buried as adults, not abandoned at the foot of the city walls, not to mention that those terrible smells permeated the walls inside and outside the city walls made her very uncomfortable.

"I think I should accept this mentions." Brother Elvet thought for a moment and said to Princess Josie.

"No, these damned heretics who attacked us should let them storm the corpse wilderness and let the jackals gnaw at their corpses, phew." The young and vigorous Harlan said angrily. Several of his friends were killed in the defense of the city walls, and this hatred made him hate these Pomeranians.

"I also agreed to let them pull the body away. But leave a few to fall on the walls, so that they can understand the fate of attacking us. Harvey also spoke out about his own construction. Her method was a compromise, the stench of the corpses was truly terrifying, not to mention the fact that Harvey, who was born in the lower classes, knew that these rotting corpses would cause all kinds of diseases.

"I trust the spy leader, Tiyì, and Harvey will do what you say." Princess Josie listened to the words of the courtiers, and she tried her best to show a natural expression, and said to the messenger casually.

When the messengers walked out of the arrow tower, one of them was a man with a strange haircut, holding his stomach, sweating profusely as if he was in pain, and Brother Elvet couldn't help frowning at his appearance, and asked him what was the matter? Although Brother Elvet did not care whether a hateful Pomeranian lived or died, if something went wrong with the envoy at this time, I was afraid that the Pomeranian Grand Chief would take the opportunity to attack.

"My stomach is very upset, it must have been eaten there badly, I want to find a place to poop." The man who had shaved his head around his head, leaving only a tuft of brown hair on the top of his head, said in agony.

"Go and take him out of the dung pit, but keep an eye on him, and you can't take your eyes off him for a moment." Brother Elvet immediately said to the two Mecklenburg soldiers beside him.

"It's Miya-sama." Two Mecklenburg soldiers clenched their halberds and took the Pomeranian to the manure pits, where Arold built five manure pits in the castle town for excretion in order to prevent the disease from flowing through the feces, and arranged for special personnel to clean them regularly.

There is a manure pit built with bricks near the city wall, and the reason why a manure pit was built under the city wall is to put the dung and urine into the tong pot when necessary, and then the craftsmen will heat the tong pot and send it to the city wall to overturn the enemy, which has achieved the effect of killing and injuring the enemy. However, to the great surprise of the messenger, the dunghill was clean and tidy, because in this era everyone from the nobles to the slaves were solved anywhere, the famous holy city of Rome was called a large dunghill, and such a dunghill built in the shape of a house was really rare, when the messenger did not make any move, he obediently followed the soldiers out of the city gate.

"How's it going?" As the strangely shaved emissary stepped out, the Pomeranian nobleman asked him in a low voice.

"See clearly, the Mecklenburg captive is right, because of the topography, one part of the wall is indeed lower than the others, and it is not clear from the outside." The messenger told the Pomeranian nobleman that he was a member of the lord of Alger, and that as a nomad he had developed some unique skills in order to survive at night, and his skills were memorability and sensitivity to the terrain.

"Great, let's hurry back to camp." Hearing this, the Pomeranian nobleman smiled triumphantly, kicked his hip with his heel, and led everyone back to the camp.

"I always felt a little uneasy." Princess Josie's face was pale, she sat on a chair and held her forehead, the symptoms of pregnancy were getting worse and worse, Miss Shirley personally checked and thought that she could give birth prematurely at any time, and if she didn't rest well, I was afraid that something bad would happen.

"Don't worry, I will personally defend this wall tonight, Your Highness the Princess, you should return to the tower to rest, even if not for yourself, you should think about the child in your belly." Harvey said comforting Princess Josie.

"Well, I'm feeling tired." Princess Josie said weakly, and several attendant knights hurriedly lifted the chairs and took them to the main tower with the princess for her to recuperate.

The Pomeranians sent a large number of miscellaneous servants according to the agreement, and put the corpses of the Pomeranian soldiers who died under the city walls on wooden carts and took them away, and the Mecklenburg soldiers watched these miscellaneous servants with crossbows in their hands, and they did not have the slightest trust in these infidels, fearing that they would take advantage of the chaos to make small moves.

"Rustle~~~." A handyman, dressed in a torn Pomeranian robe, struggled to drag half of the corpse to the wooden cart, but when he crouched down cautiously glanced at the wall from under his felt hat, and when he saw that the soldiers on the wall were not paying attention, he took out an arrow from his bosom, used the corpse as a cover to dig a hole in the ground with his hand, and then firmly inserted the arrow into it.

"Hurry, hurry." The Pomeranian chieftain's figure walked among the servants, and although he held a leather whip as if urging, his eyes swept over the ground, and when he saw the arrows stuck in the ground, he left inadvertently. (To be continued) R752