Brother Elvet was jolting up and down on his horse, and he felt that his ass was about to be cocooned, and he had been dragged around Mecklenburg by Lord Arrod for several days, which made the young monk miserable, but his toil was a happy toil, why do you say that? The ambitious monk, who thought that his life was going to be spent meaninglessly in the Abbey of St. Fonso, now became the architectural consultant of the Count of Mecklenburg, planning the construction of the territory of the county of Mecklenburg, although Arold was talking most of the time, but the implementation was entrusted to the monk who managed the water conservancy at the Abbey of St. Fonso.

"The flat terrain here allows us to serve as a new area for immigrants." After disbanding the Slavic light infantry, Arold decided to establish a Germanic settlement outside Mecklenburg Castle by means of immigration, and to develop Mecklenburg Castle into a new model administrative area combining cities and fortresses, rather than the Western European model with a clear distinction between castles and towns, in which the sparsely populated territory was like a blank blank sheet of paper for Arold to smear.

"Do you want to put the settlement on the periphery of the castle?" Brother Elvet took out a blank piece of parchment, held it down with all his might in the wind, and then took the quill from his assistant's hand, on which he recorded Arrod's thoughts.

"That's right, we've divided the residential and commercial areas, as well as the blacksmiths, carpenters, livestock and farmland, into separate areas, which is hygienic and convenient, and when these areas are completed, we can build new walls if we have the means to do so. These communities are protected by strong fences like towns. Arrod danced uncontrollably on his horse with excitement, and this kind of freewheeling construction in the territory made him as fun and thrilled as if he were playing a business simulation game.

"You are the owner of this territory, you have the final say, but in such a vast area, we don't have much money." Brother Elvet wrote it down with a quill pen, but he reminded Arold, who was immersed in the excitement, that Arold's financial income came mainly from the town of Wismar and Mecklenburg Castle, which was able to provide five hundred silver annually because of its fur trade and chamber of commerce, and that there were five villages under the control of Mecklenburg Castle. But because Arold had just established his rule. Taxation could not be carried out without a firm rule.

"Yes, it's a bit stretched to maintain the army's expenses." Rubbing his hands together, Arold did not thoroughly count the population and the amount of arable land in the territory. It is very difficult to collect taxes completely. Lack of administrative staff and low literacy rates are the root causes of the restrictions on rule. This is why the aristocracy of the Middle Ages usually subdivided the land so that the ruling power was implemented to the lowest level, but Arrod knew that this was a great evil. Since the treasures of the Mecklenburg chieftain could be sustained for a while, he wanted to establish an income-efficient commercial and farming area.

"What about Lord Julian? Why didn't he follow you? It was only then that Brother Elvet realized that Julian, who usually kept his feet on Arrod's side, was gone, and was replaced by Ted, the leader of the special forces.

"The congratulatory messengers of the nations are coming, but the remnants of our defeated Slavs have fled into the forest and become robbers, so I sent Julian to lead the javelinmen and two dozen medium infantry to encircle and suppress them." Arold didn't want to be a messenger of another country to enter his territory but be sacked by robbers, no matter what, he had to give the other lords the impression that he was in control of everything, otherwise God knows if those neighbors will covet their own land, and in the dark and chaotic era, it is conceivable that a lord who cannot control the territory will end.

"Mistress Julian is truly loyal." Brother Elvet nodded in approval.

"Alright, let's get on with our work, and the next stop we'll go to the coast, where I'm going to build a salt pan and a port." Arold waved his hand to his entourage, and continued to gallop towards the northern territory, where the muddy road was littered with mud pods and pits of mud.

"Hey, my poor ass." Brother Elvet sighed and kicked his horse in the belly with his heel helplessly, wondering if it was a blessing or a sin to follow such an energetic lord.

Just as Arold was leading his entourage around to inspect the territory and plan the construction of the territory, in the forest not far from the border, a bird suddenly flew up in fright, and when it got closer, you could hear the clashing of weapons and the roar of people, as if there was a small battle taking place here.

"Whoosh~~~." A javelin grazed Julian's cheek, and the Slavic rebels in the woods threw a javelin at him, Julian quickly turned his body to dodge the slightly curved javelin, and this rebel fled into the border forest out of fear after the defeat of Fort Fury, and finally took the risk in the absence of food and clothing, and became a gang of bandits who cut the path, so that many traveling merchants did not dare to enter Mecklenburg County to buy furs, and Arold was furious when he heard the news, and ordered Julian to clear it.

"The Javelins attacked from the flanks, and the others followed me on." Julian calmly pointed with the sword in his hand, and the javelinmen immediately rode around from the left and right, and they rode through the forest while throwing their hands, the balanced javelins made by the craftsmen of Mecklenburg Castle, and the leather armor worn by the javelin cavalry, as well as the maneuverable horses under the crotch, far more than the rebels with only a shield and spear, not to mention that the javelin cavalry was racing in the training ground every day and threw javelins on horseback. Unexpectedly, the contest became a must-see event for farmers from all over the village on market days in the territory, which in turn promoted the prosperity of local market trade.

"It's the army of the infidel Arrod, let's flee." The Slavic rebels saw the javelinmen galloping through the forest on the side, their hands holding spears and shields sweating nervously, and they said to the spontaneously chosen leader in horror.

"Don't be afraid, those cavalry don't do much in the forest with roots and vines, we just need to deal with the enemy head-on, they don't have many people." The leader of the rebel army shook his head and raised his sword to cheer up his men, in this forest there are no nobles, no lords and no tax collectors, they do not need to accept the oppression and tiresome cultivation of the nobles, the food and materials obtained through robbery are hundreds of times higher than the previous income from digging in the land, they are not willing to give up this comfortable life, and return to that life of heavy labor and humbleness.

"Shield Wall~~~." Under the command of the leader of the rebel army, the rebel soldiers were quiet, and the people with spears and shields lined up in three rows, connecting the edges of the shields tightly, and the spears in their hands stretched out from the gaps in the shields.

"Whoosh, whoosh~~~." Behind the rebels, several soldiers armed with javelins threw their javelins out of the way, but their accuracy was far worse, and they were only used as heavy throwing weapons, and once they were hit by javelins, they would definitely die in this era of lack of medicine.

"Doh." A javelin stabbed the shield held by the soldier next to Julian, making a dull sound, and the javelin rained down on Julian and the town's medium infantry, forcing them to stop and hide behind their shields and trees.

"Damn guys." Julian saw one of his town medium infantrymen being shot in the abdomen with a javelin, the javelin pierced through the leather armor of the medium infantry, and the javelin pierced deep into the soldier's abdomen, knocking the soldier down by inertia, and the soldier let out a terrible howl, and his eyes were wide for a moment before he lost his breath.

"Tut, tut, tut~~~~." Julian picked up a whistle made of wood from his neck, this kind of whistle with iron pieces in the hollow wood, and when it was blown, it made a screeching sound, which could be heard from afar, which was originally equipped by Arold for the use of special combat teams, and different whistles could have different meanings, which could not only make soldiers use the whistle to command from a long distance, but also confuse the enemy.

"Toot ~~~." The same whistle came from both sides, as if in response to Julian, and Julian breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the whistle, and couldn't help but look at the seemingly simple whistle a few more times.

"What are the infidels doing? What's that stork-like call? The Slavic rebels asked each other curiously, but they had never seen anything like a whistle, so they were all puzzled.

"Don't panic, this is just a trick of the infidels, as long as we continue to maintain the formation, they will not dare to act rashly." The leader of the rebels stood on the left side of the group and shouted to his men, they occupied a small hill in the forest, and they had a certain geographical advantage, and he believed that as long as they did not panic, they could still maintain this advantage.

"Whoosh~~~Puff." At this moment, a javelin flew out of the dense forest on his side as fast as lightning, and the javelin hit the leader's mouth and pierced his head.

"Whoosh, whoosh~~~." Javelins shot out from the dense forest on both sides, the aim was fast and accurate, so that the Slavic rebels could not dodge, even if they used a shield to defend one side, they would be attacked in the back, plus the loss of the commander, under the instinctive survival reaction of people, they just took care of themselves, but as a result, everyone was exposed to danger, and one after another the rebel soldiers were shot by the javelin and fell.

"Wow, help." A broken rebel soldier dropped his shield and spear in an attempt to escape from the small hill that had become a target, but a javelin flew out and nailed him to the ground.

"Well done javelin cavalry, now take advantage of the enemy's chaos and charge with me~~." Julian watched the javelin cavalry with their agility and long-range javelin throwing, and actually beat the chaotic army to the head of the rats, and after shouting excitedly to the town infantry led by him, he charged towards the hill with his sword. (To be continued......)