The stones were thrown from the catapults and slammed against the city walls, and the people of Karlstalan felt as if the earth were trembling, and the army of Mecklenburg appeared outside the town through the river, without the West Frankish lords along the way, without the slightest alarm or gesture of support.

"Why? Is there no lord willing to support us? "The mayor of Karlstaran, dressed in a leather waistcoat and wearing a dome with a wide-brimmed helmet, watched from his tower at the flooded Mecklenburg soldiers who surrounded the city.

"Has the king given up on us?" The general beside the mayor said with a dead face.

"Anyway, this is our own city, and the crossbowmen are guarding the walls." The mayor said angrily that the people of Karl Staran were very stubborn.

"Yes, Mayor."

The soldiers of Calselin held the crossbow, the weapon with which the King of France had supported them, and with which they had held the walls so that King Henry's army could not take the city, and they were now convinced that they too would be able to defend their homeland once again.

"Morale is very high." Arold stood in front of the besieged camp and stared at the soldiers of Karshtaran on the city walls, most of whom were apprentices of the city guilds, many of whom were familiar with weapons and were definitely not ordinary levies.

"However, we have enough siege weapons." Ron said, standing beside Arrod.

"Do you want to storm it? Then I'll get the knights ready. Iv, clad in chain mail and smock, staggered to the other side of Arrod and said to him.

"Don't be busy yet, let the siege equipment slowly wipe out the defense of the city wall, our soldiers' lives are precious." Arold said disapprerovingly, don't look at the morale of the Karstaran people, but in fact it has no effect, they are not fully prepared for the sudden attack, and there are no strong reinforcements outside.

"Listen to you." Yves took a deep breath, he hated the dreary castle life. Only on the battlefield is his fate.

For the next few days, the Mecklenburg army sat in camp and watched as the catapults demolished the walls of Karlschlant as the people of Karlslan demolished the houses in the city. When they tried to plug the gap, the bolts of the bed crossbow rained down on their heads, and later the people of Karlstaland realized that the cost was even greater, so they had to abandon the attempt to plug the gap.

"Oh, look at that unlucky guy. Shot through by a bed crossbow. "The soldiers of the Mecklenburg Regiment stood outside the camp, and now every day they watched the besieging troops perform as a show, and there was a burst of cheers from the camp whenever the soldiers of Karlstalan fell off the wall.

"These rabbit cubs, do you really think that you can take the city with siege equipment?" As Eve walked through the camp, he said to his brother dissatisfied. 、

"The person we have to wait for is coming soon, and there is a time for you to show your talents." Arold said to Yves with a smile.

Coincidentally, as soon as Arjord's words fell, the sound of horses' hooves was heard from the rear of the camp, when he saw a flamboyantly dressed French nobleman riding a horse and leading a few followers to the camp of the Mecklenburg legion.

"Look. Here comes our guide. Arrod looked at the figure of the French nobleman and said to Yves.

The walls of Karlstaran were tall and sturdy, but according to the French aristocracy, the city walls had a fatal weakness, that is, the section of the wall to the west was actually hastily built, not only was the wall weak, but there were few defenses there.

"This is it, the main force is used to divert the attention of the enemy, and the Count of Yves leads the Teutonic knights to attack from here as a surprise soldier." Arrod told the generals at the pre-battle meeting that they were in front of a mock sand table with wooden statues, corrected by the French aristocracy.

"Let's do it. I can't wait any longer. Eves said with a fist.

"Boom~." With a loud bang, the walls of Karlstalan fell like a toddler baby, and the soldiers of the Mecklenburg Legion, who had long been recuperating, rushed in, desperately trying to resist the enemy's attack. The two sides fought fiercely in the narrow gaps in the wall, and the Karstalan people fought desperately to defend their homeland.

"Stand up, stand up, never let the damned enemy ransack our homeland." The mayor of Karshtaran waved his sword as he shouted to his soldiers with a soot on his face.

"Whew." At this time, the catapults of the Mecklenburg legion from outside the city walls threw burning clay oil pots into the city. Flames and smoke burst into flames, and the people of the city screamed and clamoured, as if the end had come.

"It's our turn." Yves and the Teutonic knights hid in the woods, and when he saw smoke rising from the city, he put on his helmet and said to the people around him.

Five wagons were driven out of the woods, mounted with redesigned cyclone cannons, and when the whirlwind cannons were secured, the ropes thrown were changed from human to swirling with a rotating shaft and stirred by animal power, and the cannonballs were also carved into circles by craftsmen in the smelting base.

"Ready, launch." With a command, the cannonball was fired from the whirlwind cannon and smashed the weakly defended wall, only to hear a few loud bangs, and the empty wall collapsed into several pieces.

"Rush~." The Teutonic knights on foot, dressed in chain mail and white smocks, helmets with barrel fully enclosed helmets, and pointed shields and swords in their hands, slowly moved towards the gap, and the surviving Karstaran soldiers on the walls fired one after another, but they were all fended off by the knights' shields and chain mail.

"It's over, we can't stop it, the city is broken." The general of Karlstaran turned pale, and he walked down the city wall in despair, and subconsciously returned to his mansion in the middle of his pretend.

"What's wrong?" The general's family waited in the living room in horror, looking at the grizzled general, and couldn't help but ask him.

"We're finished, God has given up on us." The general looked at his wife and young children, and he knew what would happen to them after the city was broken, so he drew his sword, pierced his wife's chest, and slashed his own children to death with his backhand, and his family screamed.

"Are you crazy?" The general's father was bleeding from his forehead, and he grabbed his hand and shouted with all his might.

"Whew." Looking at the blood flowing from the floor, and the corpses of his wife and children, the general threw down his long sword, pulled out the dagger at his waist and plunged it into his heart.

What was once a prosperous city is now burning like purgatory. The mayor of Karlstaran stood in the middle of the street and looked around, his eyes staring blankly, the Karlstarans were fighting the Mecklenburg legionnaires, but they were getting fewer and fewer. The Teutonic knights, who kill like machines, are also surrounding.

"What about my generals, what about my soldiers, I, uh, I~." The mayor roared loudly. But there was a lot of commotion all around, a wooden building burning down the street, and one end of the beam and wall masonry crushed the mayor underneath.

"Woo woo~." The Mecklenburg soldiers blew their horns on the city walls, the banner of the Mecklenburg regiment fluttered on the gatehouse, and the city fell into the hands of Arrode.

"Ahh Even the well-trained Mecklenburg regiment could not resist the temptation of a wealthy city, and the soldiers rushed into the homes of wealthy citizens to loot, and even worse, they would attack the female dependents, and if anyone stopped the red-eyed soldiers, they would not hesitate to swing their swords and slash them. For them, this is the common sense of the world.

"We've won." Arold looked at the flag raised in the gatehouse, and he said to Ron with satisfaction.

"Yes, Lord Duke, we have won again." Count Ron nodded to Arrod.

"Very well, let me go in and see the loot." Arold said with a smile, and he mounted his war horse with the support of his attendants, and several guards slowly followed behind Arold.

Holding Arold's banner, the knight led the procession in, the city's gatehouse was in a state of half-collapse under the attack, and the soldiers had to remove half of the wooden door to allow Arrod, the conqueror, to enter.

"Ahh By the time Arold stepped into the city streets, it was a mess. As he rode his horse, he heard the screams of a woman, and saw a soldier from Mecklenburg grabbing a woman by the hair and dragging her out of a merchant's house by the street.

"Hey. Stop it. Arold immediately stopped and shouted.

"Huh?" The soldier saw Arrod strangely, and he quickly let go of the hair of the woman he had grabbed and stood straight in front of Arrod.

"Let this woman go, my army can't do such a thing." Arold understood the predatory nature of the soldiers, but it was absolutely not permissible to force a woman, at least as far as he could control.

"I'm sorry Lord Duke. This woman is my trophy. The soldier in the iron helmet hat had a face covered in smoke and dust, and a barrage of words was spat out from under his thick beard.

"Enough, I'll buy your loot." Arold said to the soldier.

"It's not fair." The soldier muttered with some dissatisfaction, he wanted to vent his remaining energy even more.

"Soldier, you don't want to be whipped, just be content." Arold waved his hand and said to his soldiers.

"As you wish, my lord." The soldiers of the Mecklenburg Regiment were trained in strict discipline and feared Arrod's authority.

"Good." Arold nodded with satisfaction, he turned his head to look at the burning city, the flying ashes formed by the flames burning, like fluttering shining stars, the sky gradually turned red, looking at this scenery Arold couldn't help but have a thousand thoughts.

In the courtyard of the royal palace in Quedlinburg, far from the battlefield, two women were talking in the courtyard under the blood-red sunset, and the topic was the man they had in common, and this man was Arrod.

"It's been half a month since I set out on the expedition, I don't know if Arrod has won?" Princess Josie stepped on the grass under her feet and said to Harvey beside her.

"Please rest assured, Your Highness the Princess, the Duke is well prepared this time, and the people of Karstaran are not his opponents." Xavi shrugged his shoulders, this time it was an almost unwarranted victory, and it was impossible to lose from any point of view.

"Arold has a special trust in you, so you have so much confidence in him, right?" Princess Josie turned her head to look at Harvey, the female spy leader was very charming against the backdrop of Hongxia, which made Princess Josie a little jealous.

"What do you mean, Your Highness Princess?" Harvey was slightly embarrassed, she felt that Princess Josie had found out about Arrod's underground affair with her, but Princess Josie didn't speak, but walked over to a cluster of roses and stretched out her hand to pick it.

"Hey, watch out for Her Royal Highness the Princess." Harvey wanted to remind Princess Josie, but was a step too slow.

"Shhhh Princess Josie looked at her fingers, which were punctured by the hard thorns of the rose. In an instant, crimson blood gushed out.

"It's okay." Harvey stepped forward and removed the corners of his clothes and bandaged Princess Josie, blood staining the linen red.

"Arold." Princess Josie's heart swelled with a hint of foreboding, and she couldn't help blurting out. Harvey was also stunned for a moment.

"Damn Duke of Mecklenburg, I will never spare you." From the burning ruins of his house, Mayor Karstaran crawled out, his body scorched by flames, but the fury of vengeance caused him to burst out with astonishing power. Not far away, he saw Arold riding on his horse.

It so happened that the mayor saw the corpse of a Karl Staran soldier with a crossbow in his hand, and his neck had been cut in half, and blood was pouring from his veins. The mayor crawled over, wading through the blood of the soldiers, and picked up the crossbow.

"Alright, Ron take this lady to rest." Arold said to the woman who had been so grateful.

"It's the Duke." Ron quickly turned over and dismounted, and as he was walking towards the woman, he suddenly heard a whizzing arrow breaking through the air.

"Whew." Arrod only felt a blow to his neck, and his eyes widened. Reaching out to scratch his neck, he felt his fingers pierced by the sharp tips of his crossbow arrows.

"Lord Duke." Ron's voice was hoarse and distorted, and he stepped forward to hug Arrod as he fell from his horse, only to see Arrod's neck pierced by a crossbow arrow, and blood spurted from his mouth.

"I, what's wrong with me?" Arrod only felt the sweetness in his mouth, his vision became more and more blurred, his body seemed to be filled with lead, and Ron's face gradually moved farther and farther away from him.

Darkness and cold enveloped Arrod, and he was watching a movie in the dark. Looking back on his life, those scenes are like fireflies flying around him in the dark night, and fresh and familiar faces emerge.

"Old Xue, old Xue wake up." Just when Arold wanted to chase these fireflies. He heard someone shouting, he didn't know what they were shouting, but a splitting headache made him open his eyes suddenly.

"I, where am I?" Xue Zheng opened his eyes and saw a chubby round face dangling in front of him. And the white walls and hanging infusion bottles, themselves seem to be in the hospital.

"Lao Xue, you finally woke up, my mother, if the landlord hadn't found out, you would have gone to the west to find the Buddha." The little fat man had a sincere smile on his face, and pounced on Xue Zheng and hugged him fiercely.

"Oh me, I'm Xue Zheng, I seem to have been struck by lightning." Xue Zheng finally remembered that when he went to repair the TV antenna, he was injured by lightning.

"Yes, you kid is really big, don't worry, when you get better, I will definitely introduce you to a few good girls." The little fat man said to him happily.

"Ah, my head hurts, I feel like I've had a long dream." Xue Zheng was lying on the hospital bed weakly, the environment in this ward was good, and there was a hanging style TV, it must be the little fat man's father.

"What's wrong?" The little fat man asked curiously.

"I think I've seen this show somewhere." Xue was looking at the TV screen, which was a program about European tourism, a ruined castle, and several Europeans were sitting on the grass and talking about something.

"Yes, don't think about it, hurry up and rest, okay, my dad asked you to come to our company, and our brothers will create a business empire together." The little fat man said with a laugh.

"Stop bragging." Xue Zheng pushed the little fat man away, he felt an indescribable melancholy and exhaustion in his body and heart, and his eyes always fell on the ruins of the castle.

A plane crossed from the blue sky, under the blue sky Xue is walking on the grass with a backpack, I have to say that the European concept of environmental protection is really good, and the air here is better than the **** countryside.

"Why, why am I so familiar?" Xue Zheng left the tour group and walked alone on this land near the Baltic coast, when the newly excavated castle ruins in the forest appeared in front of him, looking at this building that seemed to have been erased by time, Xue Zheng's heart welled up with indescribable loneliness.

"Huh?" Suddenly, a blonde German girl walked out of the remnants, she looked at Xue Zheng with big blue eyes, and the two looked at each other silently.

"Luna, are you here?" Just as Xue was moving his steps to step forward, a European girl with long black hair ran out from behind him, she was slender and hot like a model, and her movements were as agile as a fawn.

"Do we know each other?" The blonde girl, named Luna, asked curiously in English.

"No, I don't know." Xue Zheng shook his head, but his heart was beating uncontrollably, and the black-haired girl hugged the blonde girl's arm, looked at Luna in surprise, and then looked at Xue Zheng.

The sun shone on the broken walls of the castle, unknown birds sang in the forest, and the lyre of history seemed to tinkle, and the three of them stood like sculptures.

"Huh?" The blonde Luna and the dark-haired girl noticed that tears were streaming down their eyes, and they couldn't help but reach out to catch them.

The corners of Xue Zheng's mouth turned up slightly, and he came back.

"Into the Middle Ages" finale (to be continued.) For mobile phone users, please visit