The night attack of the Mecklenburgers had suffered enough for the Bavarians, and the war was in the minds of the peasants, except that the two sides lined up with troops, and in the sun, with the shouts of the nobles, waving their weapons in their hands.

However, the Mecklenburgers from the north taught them a lesson in real warfare, and most of these Mecklenburgers were originally West Slavs, as well as Germanic immigrants who could not survive, and they were bloodthirsty and warlike in their bones, and the war with the warm-hearted Italians was completely two levels.

"I am a nobleman, and I demand a ransom in exchange for courtesy." A low-ranking Bavarian nobleman with a serious leg wound was dragged by the desperate in embarrassment, but the desperate faced them like livestock, no, even a pleasure of revenge.

The Desperate is the criminals in Arold's territory who are incorporated into the army, originally intended to reuse waste, and perform the most dangerous missions in each war, and when they perform three missions, those who can survive will be officially incorporated into the army. Even because the desperate people have experienced the baptism of brutal battles, their military quality is higher, so they have become the sweets of the captains of various companies in the regiment, so that now not only criminals are incorporated into the desperate team, but some highly motivated soldiers are also asking to join.

"It's mine." A desperate man with a scar on his face reached out and took off the helmet of a low-ranking nobleman, which originally belonged to the squire, but when he fled, the butler put this conspicuous object on another low-ranking nobleman.

"I want his boots." Brown-red bearded desperants, take off the leather boots of low-ranking nobles, and in the humid and cold climate of Europa, it is very unbearable to walk barefoot on the ground.

Arold rode with his officers and the nobles of Mason. Check out the Bavarian camp, a mess filled with people in pain.

"Woo~~." A Bavarian soldier lay on his back on the ground, a stab in the head that nearly split his face in half, but he was still gasping for breath with complete vitality.

"Gotta get it~~." At this time. The leg of the war horse appeared beside the wounded soldier, and Arold looked down at the wheezing wounded soldier from his horse, and the wounded soldier struggled to raise his head and look at the nobleman in front of him.

"Phew." Dressed in shining armor and a delicate helmet, a knight in chain mail held a battle flag with a black lion coat of arms and claws, it was obvious that this was the Duke of Mecklenburg, and the wounded soldier spat at Arold with all his might. Saliva with blood.

"Damn brute, watch me slaughter you." Count Ron jumped off his horse in a rage, the chain mail rattling with his movements, and the leaf-yellow cloak fluttered behind him.

When Count Ron walked up to the wounded soldier, sword in hand, ready to kill the wounded soldier who had offended Arrod, but Arrod's voice came from behind him.

"Wait a minute."

"Your Excellency. How dare this lowly guy offend your dignity. Please let me finish him. Earl Ron said indignantly.

"If such a trivial matter is offended, our dignity is too worthless! Ha ha. Arold played softly with the reins of his horse, and the power of the Bavarians did not seem as terrible as the legend suggested.

"That's what you said, Lord Duke." Count Ron hurriedly nodded in agreement.

"Collect these wounded soldiers, send them to the castle for medical treatment, and by the way, inquire about the military strength of the Bavarians." Arold commanded his men.

A few miles away from this small battle, the Duke of Bavaria stared into the distance. The old duke wore a Germanic iron helmet, a chainmail hood draped over his shoulders, and a heraldic smock over the chain mail.

"It's going to rain." The Duke of Bavaria looked up at the cloudy sky, wrinkles like knives on his forehead. His eyes were blazing.

"Yes, Lord Duke." At this time, the wind was blowing, and behind the Duke of Bavaria, dressed in shiny chain mail, the elite Bavarian army was on standby, and it turned out that when he ordered the squire's troops to be stationed outside the border fort, he had already quickly gathered elite troops, and the rout of the squire's troops was also expected by the old duke.

"Presumably, those Mecklenburgers must be rejoicing at this time!." The old duke said to the military governor beside him.

"Don't worry, Lord Duke! We'll add to their fun with sword and blood. The military governor grinned.

"Well, send out the knights!" The Duke of Bavaria nodded in satisfaction, drew his sword, and pointed diagonally in the direction of the border fort.

"Boom~~~." The shadows of the woods behind the duke appeared in the shadows of war horses and knights, the Bavarian knights drove the war horses under their crotch, dressed in fine chain mail, and the side of the war horse was hung with a pointed shield, followed by the knights was a group of squire cavalry, they were the knights' helpers, but they riding inferior horses could also be used as light cavalry.

"Huhu~~." A Bavarian knight watched the bumpy road from the gap in his semi-enclosed helmet, and with his rich horseback riding experience, he followed the rest of his companions and finally reached his destination after running for miles. Only a well-bred horse can load a knight in full armor into the battlefield and have the strength to attack.

"Stop, stop." At this time, the captain of the knights at the head raised his fist and stopped his companions behind him, who were on the back side of a hill that those who were familiar with the terrain knew that they could see the border fort if they crossed it.

"Huh~~." The Bavarian knights hurriedly restrained their horses under their hips, and the knights who had stopped began to form a team, and in order to exert their strength, they had to arrange themselves in a regular wedge formation, so that the horse spears in each knight's hands could be used to the fullest.

"Guys, can you bear these damn northerners who have come to Bavaria to do anything?" The captain of the knights, at the head, rode the horse under his crotch, and the red and white feathers on his helmet were raised high.

"Can't~~." The Bavarian knights made the sound of urns rattling from their helmets, and their eyes were resolute through the peepholes.

"Okay, now it's time to let them know that the Bavarians are not to be messed with, are you ready?"

"Hey~~~." The knights shouted at the same time, the horses under their crotches neighed uneasily, and the squires in the rear immediately handed their masters a special horse spear.

"Attack, for Bavaria ~~~." The captain of the knights, who was at the head of the group, did not take his spear, drew his saber, spun it around his head, and then pointed his horse's head in the direction of the battlefield, and kicked the golden spurs in his heel, and the horse galloped out like an arrow off the string.

"Boom~~Long~~~~." The horses neighed, the knights roared, and they quickly climbed over the hill and appeared in the sight of the Mecklenburgers.

"Oh God!" The Mecklenburgers, who were cleaning the battlefield, were completely confused by the scene in front of them, and when they thought that the Bavarians had been defeated, a team of Bavarian knights suddenly appeared in front of them, which could not help but make people feel unprepared.

"Hurry back to the fort." The battle-experienced desperates were the first to react, and they immediately ran towards the border fort, followed by some of the noble Mason soldiers who were picking up the trophies.

Fortunately, after inspecting the battlefield, Arold had already returned to the border fort in advance with the nobles and officers, but the Mecklenburg soldiers on the border fort wall also spotted the traces of the Bavarian knights, and they immediately sounded the alarm bell, the last time this alarm bell rang, it was because of the appearance of the Mecklenburgers.

"Dangdang~~~." The crisp alarm bell rang and spread to all corners of the fortress, and Arrod, who was already discussing in the lord's hall, suddenly stood up from his chair.

"What's going on?" Arold asked, frowning.

"I don't know?" The nobles of Mason and the officers of the Mecklenburg Regiment looked at each other, when a soldier rushed through the door.

"Oh no, Lord Duke, a Bavarian army of knights has appeared outside."

"What?" Arold was surprised, he did not expect that the Bavarians would send the knight troops directly, and the part of the army he still had left outside was in danger. (To be continued......)