Arold led the Mecklenburg legion out of the camp of the Mason nobles, and then Baron Fred also separated with his own army, the Mason nobles did not care, they thought that they were completely victorious, they did not care about the life or death of the Duke of Mason, the only thing they cared about was whether their property and land were lost.

As night fell, the nobles and their army huddled in the original camp of Mecklenburg, but two suspicious shadows appeared on the periphery.

"Whew." In the grass outside the aristocratic camp, two ragged peasants crawled in the grass, the hairy spikes of the weeds tingling their bodies, but for the two peasants, who had lived in dire straits since childhood, the sting was nothing.

"Look, there's a lot less flags." The peasant looked up cautiously and said to his companion beside him.

"What should I do, will I go back and report it?"

"Wait a minute, I'll get a little closer, and I'll have to make sure it's not a trap of the nobility."

"Okay!" Two peasants approached quietly from the outskirts of the camp, such a thing would never have happened if it had been the Mecklenburg Legion, but although it was the same strong camp, the owner inside was completely different, the nobles were constantly fighting for merit in the tents, and the soldiers were completely immersed in ale, and their guard was relaxed to the extreme.

The two peasants soon figured out what was happening in the camp, and they saw from afar the drunken soldiers and the nobles arguing in the tents, and they looked at each other. His eyes were full of contempt for these nobles.

"You're saying that those Mecklenburgers from the north have left, and now only those stupid Mason nobles?" Sir Will sat in the middle of the woods. He picked up a leather bag and poured some water into his mouth, and the whole person looked embarrassed.

"That's right, we saw with our own eyes that there were no Mecklenburg flags in the camp."

"Yes, only the banners of the noble lords of Mason, and the sound of their quarrels in the tents almost wakes up the devil." Another farmer in charge of the investigation said.

"Our yeoman cavalry did see the Mecklenburg army moving south along the road." One of the mercenaries next to Sir Will said.

"Is it accurate? Arrod is very cunning. It's like a fox in autumn. Sir Will frowned, his fear of Arrod growing in his heart, the terrible and neat Mecklenburg legionnaires. It became his nightmare late at night.

"Exactly, Sir, we can't afford to give up this good opportunity to attack the camp in one fell swoop and take those nobles as hostages. We're running out of money. The mercenary whispered in Sir Will's ear. War was not just about justice and courage, and the peasants revolted to resist the abuses of the lords, but there were limits to this impulse.

"Send more people to investigate the movements of the Mecklenburgers, make sure this is not a trap, and then ~~." Sir Will stretched out his hand and threw the leather to the ground, and the glory and courage of the knight seemed to return to him.

"Yes, Sir."

Several yeoman farmers with horses. They turned on their horses and headed in the direction of the march of the Mecklenburg corps, which was already thirty miles from the camp. The yeoman farmers saw the Mecklenburg legion stationed on the Duchy Boulevard, but they only dared to observe from a distance.

"Look at these Mecklenburgers, do they all go in line to urinate?" A yeoman farmer, drinking his home-brewed wine, muttered to himself that they had never seen such an orderly army, not even the Duke's direct army.

"Oh my God, I can't forget that day." Another yeoman wiped the sweat from his face, the rebels outnumbered the nobles, and all of them thought they would be victorious.

"Give me a mouthful, my brothers who came out with me have been killed, these damned Mecklenburgers." There was also a yeoman farmer, cursing and swearing.

When he and his brothers rushed towards the nobles, he could still see the fear on the faces of the nobles' private soldiers, but when the Mecklenburg soldiers entered the battlefield, those people were like expressionless stone sculptures, and the Mecklenburg soldiers formed a formation, like a solid wall pushed over, spears and tomahawks mercilessly slashed at the rebel soldiers, and the Mecklenburg soldiers cooperated with each other so seamlessly. When you think you're facing the opponent in front of you, but you stab a spear from other directions, you can't defend yourself at all.

"Shhh The old yeoman rebuked, but he could not stop the low neighing of the horses beside him, but the Mecklenburgers did not seem to hear it.

"Gray Law ~~~." The cries of horses pierced the night sky, and by the central campfire of the Mecklenburg Legion, Arold sat beside the campfire and looked through a parchment book he had obtained from a monk.

"Lord Duke, there seems to be movement." Count Ron stood up from the campfire, his grip on the hilt of his saber at his waist warily.

"Don't worry!" Arold just looked up, and continued to concentrate on the new book he had gotten his hands on, the books of this era were very valuable, all manuscripts, and brightly hand-painted.

"It's the rebels, right?" Earl Ron said.

"Just send a few light cavalry to drive it away, and everything will go according to plan." Arold put the book together, and he liked the texture of the parchment book,

"I'll go right away." After nodding to Arrod, Count Ron immediately rushed over with several javelin cavalry, and the homesteaders saw the Mecklenburg cavalry in action, and hurriedly avoided it, but in order to complete Sir Will's task, they watched from a distance after the Mecklenburg cavalry returned.

In the early morning of the next day, the Mecklenburg legion extinguished the bonfire with water, and after regrouping its ranks, it set out in the direction of the Duchy of Bavaria, and the yeoman farmers followed behind tiredly, and the Mecklenburg legion traveled thirty miles in a day, even on horseback was very tiring.

When night fell, the cavalry of the Mecklenburg Regiment would suddenly rush at the yeoman peasants, and the frightened yeoman peasants instinctively fled to the north, and this back and forth chase made the yeoman farmers cry bitterly.

"Let's go back and get back to Sir Will! The Mecklenburgers have gone far. "At last the yeoman peasants, who could not stand it anymore, agreed that they wanted to stay away as much as possible from the fierce Mecklenburg cavalry.

"So, those Mecklenburgers have indeed left?" Sir Will put on his chain mail at the service of a soldier, and his sword had been sharpened.

"Yes, they march thirty miles a day, and they seem to be in a hurry." The yeoman farmer reported to Sir Will.

"Very well, let's give those damned Mason nobles a head on tonight!" Sir Will happily took the sword in his hand and stuck his sword on the ground, and he looked heroic in chain mail and smock.

"Yes, sir." The faces of the peasants became distorted, and in the light of the torches, in the dark forest, like a group of creatures crawling out of the depths of hell,

"Despise me, tremble in the sword and fire!" Sir Will drew his sword, his face stamped on it, and for a moment his memory was brought back to the days when he had first arrived in the Duchy of Mason.

"Haha, Sir Will heard that your land was confiscated by the Earl of Mecklenburg, is that so?"

"That's right, poor fellow, offended the Count of Mecklenburg."

"Because of what?"

"I heard that he once secretly acted as a subordinate of Count Lauzitz and murdered the officers of Count Mecklenburg."

"Tsk, it's still a knight, to do such a dirty thing."

"But his skills are not bad."

"Indeed, in the arena, Duke Mason defeated several warriors alone."

"But what's the use of that? Duke Mason knew very well that he could not offend the Count of Mecklenburg for his sake, so he just stood up and left in silence. ”

"Those of you who inherited your ancestral property from birth, you know the dangers of the world. I am Sir Will, the second son of an uninherited son, but on my own, I survived in this dark age and received the title of knight. Sir Will sat alone in the corner of the banquet, silently pouring himself a drink, listening to the sneers of the Mason nobles.

"The whole army must attack and annihilate the corrupt Mason nobles at once." Sir Will was furious at the thought of the mason nobleman's humiliation of him, and he pointed his sword in the direction of the Mason nobleman's camp, and commanded loudly, and the torches were constantly lit from the dense forest, like the stars in summer.

The reason why the Mason nobles stayed in the camp and couldn't move was because when Sir Will broke through the territory of the Bazel family, all the members of the Bazel family were burned to death in the granary, so the Bazel family's territory belonged to a vacuum of no man's land. This fertile grassland, rich in livestock and honey, was coveted by the nobles and wanted to take it for themselves, but the spoils were unevenly divided.

"My family's private soldiers died the most in this battle, and I should give me the land of the river valley." A baron said with a red face.

"What nonsense? I've also lost a knight of the family, so the grassland should be given to me. The other baron shouted discontentedly.

"Give it to me."

"Give it to me." The lords were like bullfights, arguing with each other without concessions, and even did not hesitate to move their hands in the back, if it were not for the gloomy Baron Lance to block it, I am afraid that the tent would have been splashed with blood for five steps.

"Lords, it's not good." At this time, a noble soldier rushed in, and he interrupted the meeting of the nobles to divide the spoils with a panicked expression.

"What's wrong?" Baron Lance asked, standing up.

"We were surrounded by thugs." The soldiers reported in a panic, and sure enough, there was a faint sound of metal colliding outside the tent, as well as shouts of killing. (To be continued......)