The Mecklenburgers began to draw their weapons and form battle formations, and Donkmar and his Saxon knights were stunned, they could not believe that in the land of Saxony, there were still foreigners who dared to face them with swords, and the initial shock was followed by extreme anger.

"Give these hillbillies some color and see." The Saxon knights shouted and shouted, and they drew their swords and prepared to slaughter the Mecklenburgers.

"Squad combat." Osvid immediately assumed command of the ranks in accordance with the battle regulations of the Mecklenburg regiment, and the Mecklenburg retinue generally stood at the right end of the formation with spears in hand, while those who had combat experience lined up on the left flank and in the center, usually armed with swords and other hand-to-hand weapons, and in a short time a small phalanx of battle was completed.

"What?" The Saxon knights looked at the phalanx blocking their way in front of them, and for the first time in their lives they had seen such a rapidly assembled phalanx outside the battlefield.

"What a daze, go kill these hillbillies." Donkmar looked at the Saxon knights who had stopped and ordered them angrily.

"Yes, drive it~~." Although they were stunned by the rapid phalanx of the Mecklenburgers in front of them, the pride and pride of the knights soon prompted them to fight back.

What's more, in the eyes of the knights, the Mecklenburgers in front of them with a group of infantry plus a few cavalry were not their opponents at all, and a group of hillbillies could withstand the attacks of the knights, and the king bird catcher Henry was able to suppress the dukes of various principalities, relying on the support of the fierce Saxon knights.

"Spearmen lined up." Osvid commanded loudly, and quickly the servant with spears in hand stepped forward to form a three-line line.

The first column of spear-wielding men knelt down on one knee and pressed the end of their spears against the ground, pointing diagonally towards the sky, while the second and third columns of spear-wielding men rested their spears on the shoulders of the first row. Forming a simple phalanx of spears was the tactic to which the Mecklenburgers were accustomed against cavalry.

"Boom~~~, Grey Law." The Saxon knights brandished their swords and rushed towards the Mecklenburgers, and the pedestrians and merchants on the side of the road who had been bustling with activity fled in fright, and even the Saxon soldiers in the checkpoint took refuge in their wooden houses, but the Mecklenburgers did not feel afraid. They clenched their weapons and stared directly at the rushing knight.

"Sue them, this battle is also counted in the military merit system." Arold got out of his carriage, clenched his sword, and announced to Harlan and the others.

"Whew~~Huh~~~Huh~~~." Arold's words were a great encouragement to the servants who fought at the front, who were not soldiers of the Mecklenburg Legion, but who had seen how the soldiers of the Mecklenburg Legion were rewarded according to Arold's military merit system after returning from the Battle of Watergas.

"Finally, we have a chance to get land and wealth." The faces of these servants of Arrod were excited, and these poor people, who had been serving others all their lives, could only covet the good fortune of others on weekdays. But now that luck had finally befallen them, no one would abandon this opportunity, and the momentum of their shouts was not weaker than that of the Saxon knights.

"Ahh When the Saxon knights drove the war horses under their crotch into the spear array, even if the ordinary servants were knocked on their backs, the others were not afraid to wave their spears to attack the knights on the horses, and suddenly the sound of weapons clashing sounded on the road.

"What the hell, these hillbillies are so brave?" The Saxon knights thought it was incredible.

They knew very well that these were only low-level armed servants, so the attention of the Saxon knights was always on the sword-wielding Mecklenburgers. Instead of this group of abandoned cannon fodder, they believe that as long as the roaring war horse rushes. The armed servants would scatter and flee, but they were not expecting it.

"A house of my own." An armed servant, spear in both hands, stabbed the Saxon knight from the side, and his eyes were not a fierce Saxon knight, but a house and land of his own.

"Fuck off the hillbilly." With a single sword, the Saxon knights cut off the tip of their outstretched spears, who accompanied Donkmar on his hunting. None of them wore heavy armor, and if this spear had been stabbed in the abdomen from the side, it would have been fatal.

"Ahh Although the tip of the spear was cut off, the armed servant not only did not let go, but instead hit the Saxon knight with the broken tip of the spear desperately, making the Saxon knight wearing leather gloves unable to resist.

"Are these Mecklenburgers insane?" Donkmar watched from behind. He didn't believe that a group of lowly servants who usually saw a knight and only got beaten fought bravely as if they were possessed by St. Marshall, and the Saxon knights, who had always been known for their fierceness, could not take advantage.

"Order the swordsmen to slaughter their horses." Arold watched the fierce battle ahead, and the armed servants used their bodies to block the charge of the Saxon knights, and the knights who could not charge were greatly reduced.

"It's the Duke." Osveld nodded to Arold in obedience.

"Swordsman attack." At the sound of the order, the well-organized Mecklenburg swordsmen held their swords, and they marched in a formation with their legs outstretched, rushing towards the Saxon knights like birds of prey swooping down from the sky, their swords glowing coldly in the sun.

"Gray Law ~~~~." The two-handed swordsmen of Mecklenburg unceremoniously slashed their swords at the horses of the Saxon knights, who let out a miserable neighing sound and fell to death, while the Saxon knights rolled off their horses.

"Shameless, despicable, not obeying the rules of war." Donkmar got up from his horse angrily, and pointed the whip in his hand at the Mecklenburgers, but when he looked at the hideous faces of the Mecklenburg swordsmen, who had been spurted by the blood of the horses, he sat down trembling.

"Woohoo." The Saxon knights were thrown off their horses, and they were immediately dazed, they did not expect the swordsmen of the Mecklenburg to come to this hand as soon as they came up, usually in the war few people to attack the horses, this is extremely dishonorable and very wasteful, after all, if the capture of the war horse is a lot of money.

"Don't move, if you move again, you'll have your neck cut." As the Saxon knights struggled to get to their feet, the Mecklenburg swordsmen smirked and put their blades around their necks, and the Saxon knights raised their hands in surrender.

"Your Highness Donkmaar, run away." The Saxon knights, who had not fallen from their horses, turned their horses back to Donkmaar, and they fled backwards by the reins of their horses.

"Let me go, I want to see what this group of hillbillies dare to do to the king's son?" Donkmar shouted angrily, but the knights could not afford to be injured by the royal family, and they couldn't figure out what this crazy group of Mecklenburgers was trying to do.

"Hey, this is gone, what a useless prince." Arold looked at the fleeing Donkmar and shrugged his shoulders and said, he didn't really want to capture the prince, if the king's son was captured, it would be a hot potato.

"Lord Duke, what about these captive knights?" Osveld asked Arold.

"Take it first." Arold looked at the wolves and the saxon knights, and he wondered how to explain the matter to Prince Otto.

"Lord Duke, you are really reckless like this, His Royal Highness Donkmar is already very unconvinced by His Highness Otto, you are simply making excuses for him." The Saxon knight, who had been sent by Prince Otto to greet him, said to Arold with a sad face.

"Oh, so the two princes don't get along?" Arjod was overjoyed when he heard this, he already knew how to deal with this incident.

Prince Otto soon learned the ins and outs of the matter, but he was already very disgusted with Donkmar, and only ordered Arold to let the captured Saxon knights go, but Arold did not intend to let go of this good opportunity to show favor to Prince Otto, in the center of the town outside the castle, Arold led the group of captured Saxon knights to arouse the curiosity of the citizens.

"I am Arold, the supreme ruler of the Duchy of Mecklenburg. Wendell, who has always admired our great King, has come to pay allegiance to His Majesty, and my sword will fight for His Majesty Henry and his rightful heir. Arold stood in the square in the center of the town, dressed in his splendid aristocratic attire, and the soldiers of Mecklenburg stood around him, and the civilians of the town were attracted by the formation.

"Who is he?" A craftsman asked, looking curiously.

"He said he was a duke." Another blacksmith explained to him.

"Duke, duke there?" The craftsman asked again.

"Said to be the Duke of Mecklenburg." A vendor replied to him.

"Shhhh At this time, a pastor held out his finger and warned them.

"But just as I had set foot on the beautiful and rich land of the Duchy of Saxony, I came upon a group of knights who claimed to be the sons of our great king, who rudely prevented me from paying my allegiance to His Majesty, and implied that I should pay them some money for the passage of this path, which belonged to the king." Arold crossed his waist and said to the civilians of the town, and the Saxon knights, whose hands and feet were tied and their mouths were stuffed with rags, tried to jump excitedly, but they were held back by the Mecklenburgers.

"Oh, what is this, does anyone but the king dare to collect taxes? It's ridiculous. Arrod's words echoed among the commoners, if a group of knights could set up cards on the road to collect taxes at will, what should they do with the merchants who relied on the circulation of goods? (To be continued......)