Under the strong support of Arold, the headquarters of the Teutonic Knights gradually began the second and third phases of the project, adding auxiliary buildings to the main building, the longhouse-shaped building was the residence of low-ranking soldiers and servants, and at the same time, in order to breed good horses, a knight's stable was also built, and the medieval stable was not only a place to feed the horses, but also a blacksmith shop.

However, Arrod's own smelting base can afford this role, so there is no need to build an additional blacksmith. The horses used by the Teutonic knights had to be trained and tall, and only such horses could bear the full armor of the knights.

"Arod, look, the morale of the lads is high." Yves looked proudly at the training ground, the unarmored Teutonic knight, holding a spear on his horse, sprinting to train at the dummy, and said happily to Arrod.

"Well, I'm not worried about the knights' charge, but we may face many complicated situations in the future, so we need to make sure that the knights can face all kinds of terrain and conditions." Arold tried his best to devote himself to his work, so that he could forget about his family's troubles, but he was pleased that the Teutonic Knights were growing rapidly, and it was foreseeable that in addition to the Mecklenburg Legion, the Teutonic Knights would become his other sword.

"By the way, why did you want those ugly nomads to join us?" Yves said puzzled and disgusted.

"You mean Alger them?" Arold was stunned for a moment, and then he reacted, it turned out that Yves was talking about the Eastern European archery cavalry led by Lord Alger outside the Teutonic Knights, and in the eyes of Yves and others, these strange-looking people. It is normal to have a sense of rejection when they are very different from them in terms of religious practices.

"That's right, I think the Teutonic Knights can handle any enemy. There is really no need to hire these aliens. Yves admonished Arrod.

"No, I need their special abilities." Arold shook his head and rejected Yve's proposal, because he was well aware of the power of archers, and the heavy cavalry might be unmatched in melee lethality, but if they encountered the unique tactics from the east, they would probably be defeated, not to mention that the kingdom of East Francia had always faced a terrible foreign enemy. The Magyars were a common threat, and the Magyars were best at archery.

"I don't know what you think, let those heretics into our territory. It's blasphemy. "Yves's idea represents the Teutonic knights, who are too proud.

"Well, let's prepare a drill to see who is better and who is inferior." Arold suddenly had a good idea. So he said to Ive.

"Drills?"

The wind passed through the dense forests and knee-deep meadows. Gradually climbing upward, and then overlooking the land of Mecklenburg, in a clearing between the dense forest and the wasteland, with the sound of the hooves of the war horses, the two opposing teams gradually appeared, as if a war was about to start, but no one knew what was happening at this time.

Even with the successive immigrants and the introduction of population in Mecklenburg, they were concentrated around the castle and town. Therefore, a large number of vacant lots are uninhabited, and many times only one or two farmhouses appear one or two miles apart. Only in the vicinity of the Königsbahn or the Roma Via are the hotels where travellers may rest.

"Teutonic knight, stay." The leader Yves raised his hand, and he rode at the front of the procession, wearing a mixture of chain mail and plate armor, and behind him all the knights.

"Woo la la la~~." On the opposite side was a bearskin hat with a messy leather armor and fur, and the horse under his crotch was a dwarf Eastern European horse, which was more like a donkey than a horse.

Hearing the strange screams of Lord Alger, the nomadic warriors behind him stopped, and these nomadic warriors were generally wrapped in dirty clothes except for the war horses under their crotch, but they carried bows behind them, and the quiver full of arrows hung on the other side.

"These wretched fellows, huh." Yves stroked his beard triumphantly, and he said to the Harold knight beside him.

"Let's crush them." The Harold Teutonic knight wearing a barrel said angrily with a heroic urn.

"Wait a minute, what about my brother? I'm going to show him the invincibility of the Teutonic knights in his presence. Yves looked around, and he looked around for Arjord's traces.

"Boom~~~." At this time, on a small hill, Arold rode up to the top of the hill, from which he could see the whole field, while the flag of the Duke of Mecklenburg fluttered overhead, and a blue ribbon was added to the flagpole.

"Let's get started!" Arold rode his horse and looked at both sides, and nodded to the attendants beside him, indicating that it was time to signal the flag.

"Lord Duke, it's better to stop this kind of competition if the sword has no eyes." Dylan. Matt rides on a foal, which is more suitable for him because of his misshapen shape and can't ride on a tall warhorse.

"Martial arts is also one of the duties of knights, let's get started!" Arrud said disapprerovingly, in this era, the knight jousting is a real sword and a real gun, and the casualties are tolerable, and even the individual force technology far exceeds the collective formation.

"Whew." The flag of the Duke of Mecklenburg waved, and the square Duke's flag shook in the wind.

"Oh, for the glory of Christ, the Teutonic Knights attack." Ifs put on a high-topped helmet, brandished his prosthetic leg, and waved at the nomadic cavalry, shouting loudly.

"Oh oh oh~~." Under the order of Yves, the Teutonic knights, who had long been unable to hold back their blood, raised the pistols in their hands, kicked the war horses under their crotches and rushed out, of course, after a long period of training, the Teutonic knights maintained a neat formation, and the impact of the individual was far less powerful than the collective charge, which was the experience instilled in them by Arold.

"Boom~~." The charge of the heavy cavalry was so powerful that the wedges were fired at the nomadic cavalry like arrows, and the sound of their horses' hooves was like the thunder of spring.

However, the nomadic cavalry led by Lord Alger whistled and turned their horses' heads and retreated backwards to open up the distance, and although the Eastern European horses under their crotches were small, they were very agile.

"Whoosh~~~." At the moment of turning their horses' heads and retreating, the nomadic cavalry removed the short bow they were carrying, which was made of pieces of flexible wood and glued with a unique glue, and the ends of the bow were slightly attached to the horns of a beast, and the firing speed was extremely fast.

"Dangdang~~~." The Teutonic knights charged at the arrows, which struck their armor with a crisp clanging sound.

"Don't be afraid, our armor is strong enough to withstand this weak arrow." Harold shouted to his companions, and every one of the Teutonic knights was dressed in fine chain mail, and ordinary arrows could not hurt them at all.

"Turn left." The Teutonic knights looked at the nomadic cavalry fleeing far away, and couldn't help but chase after them under the leadership of Yves, but these nomadic cavalry were like girls in love, and they always kept a certain distance from them, no matter how much the Teutonic knights beat and kicked their horses in the crotch, they could not catch up with the light cavalry.

"Lord Duke, these nomadic cavalry only dare to flee far away, it seems that they dare not fight with Count Yve, they are really a group of cowards!" Earl Ron, who was a courtier, said that as a knight-born nobleman, he certainly looked down on the dirty nomadic tribes.

"Hmm." But Dylan. Matt frowned, sensing a hint of something wrong, even though the Teutonic knights maintained a neat formation and unstoppable power, while the nomadic cavalry scattered across the meadow.

"Look! Look at it! Arold smiled slightly, and did not explain to his nobles, he just hoped that the knights would get used to this method of warfare, otherwise they would panic when facing the terrible Magyars.

"Whoosh~~." The nomadic cavalry scattered, and the Teutonic knights ostensibly pierced their formation, but these nomadic cavalry shot arrows from both sides as they ran, and did not care about any provocation from the Teutonic knights, and what was even more terrifying was that they were like growing on horses, and could turn around and shoot an arrow while escaping from the pursuit of the Teutonic knights.

"Huhu, damn guys, come with us~~." Yves was chased out of his rage, and he angrily cursed at the nomadic cavalry, but no one paid attention to him, just kept shooting arrows at them.

The maneuver gradually became interesting, the Teutonic knights screamed and pursued the nomadic cavalry, but the nomadic cavalry was like a taunting child, avoiding their pursuit in all directions, even if the Teutonic knights were not slow in their mounts, but the knights in heavy armor could not get there fast, and the game was between chasing and dodging.

"Run, run." Harold urged the horse to his crotch, and he tried to use his two legs to clamp the horse's belly, rather than kicking the spurs on his feet, because if he kicked too many times, he might cripple the precious horse.

"Gray Law~~." But the war horse under his crotch was exhausted, soaked as if it had rained, and finally his hooves slowed down.

The entire Teutonic Knights were loose in pursuit, and many of them were dragging from front to rear like Harold, and they had to slow down to slow down their mounts, but at that moment a whistling sound rang out from all sides.

"Woo-la-la-la." The nomadic cavalry galloped from behind, their wooden guns in their hands, and rushed up in large groups to knock down the lone Teutonic knights.

"Damn the guys." Yves heard the whistling behind him, and quickly turned his horse and went backwards, but the arrows flew from behind, and in fact even if he chased after him, he could not save his companions, and could only watch as he fell off the horse one by one.

When the drill was over, the dejected Teutonic knights came to Arrod with lime powder covered in lime powder, which was the nomadic cavalry wrapped in arrows, and the arrows were stained with white lime powder, so that when they shot their opponents, they could clearly see whether they had hit or not, so the Teutonic knights seemed to have fished out of the white lime pit.

"Come on, let's have a meeting now and sum up how to deal with this kind of cavalry." Arold didn't blame the Teutonic knights, he just made a big hand and let the Teutonic knights walk towards him. (To be continued.) )