In the sun, the golden glow shone on the grassy ground, and a knight in chain mail stood on the grass, his white smock splattered with blood, and the knight took off his heavy and dull iron helmet, his brown hair seemed to be soaked in water, and beads of sweat dripped down the ends of his hair.

"It's a rabble, but it's as fast as a rabbit." The knight looked at the pile of dead corpses not far away, the corpses of peasant rebels who tried to escape, but were caught up by the Teutonic knights and delivered a fatal blow from behind.

"Haha, it's those guys from the east who killed a lot of enemies who fled." At this moment the sound of horses' hooves sounded from his side, and his companions rode to his side, and from time to time the muffled sound of swords and axes slashing people and the dying howls of peasant rebels rang out in the wilderness.

The wind blew across the ground, rolling up the dead leaves and flying upwards, and looking down from above, I saw that in the wilderness under the hills, the Teutonic knights in bright armor were like lions, they searched for the peasant rebels who had gathered together, and swooped down to tear them to pieces, and in front of these steel monsters, the thinly clothed peasant rebels had no courage to turn back and resist.

"Phew~~~shh~~~~." When the Teutonic knights crushed the organized rebels like hammers, the Eastern European nomadic cavalry swooped down from both wings with strange whistling sounds, and the scimitars in their hands slashed mercilessly, if the Teutonic knights were compared to the fierce lions, then these Eastern European nomadic cavalry were vultures and goshawks, and their ruthlessness deepened the fear of the enemy.

But. On the other side, Baron Fred walked anxiously around the camp, looking in the direction of the hill from time to time, and muttering from time to time why the herald had not returned. Could it be that something is wrong?

"Lord Baron. Why don't you sit back and taste the food of Mecklenburg? Arold sat down on a stone for a long time, and in front of him Count Ron was half-crouching and cutting bacon, which was so salted that Baron Fred would have eaten it if he had not been worried about the war ahead.

"Lord Duke, you have sent less than a hundred men. Isn't it a little too little? Baron Fred walked up to Arrod in a few steps, and he said to Arold worriedly.

"Less?" Arold smiled slightly, and he skewered the cut of meat on a knife. Set your sights on Count Ron, who had cut the meat for himself, the Earl who had just been divided by Arrod and who had served Arrod as before.

"Don't worry, Lord Baron Fred, it's just a rabble. Count Yves will bring the Teutonic knights to clean it up. Count Ron said confidently.

"But~~." Even so. Baron Fred was still not at ease, after all, in his experience, he didn't believe that people called Teutonic knights were really knights, and Mecklenburg was a frontier territory, how could there be so many knights.

Arold and the others ignored Baron Fred, who was like a frightened bird, they were enjoying their food, and even the soldiers were talking to each other in a relaxed manner.

"It's got ~~~."

There was a rush of horses' hooves. Baron Fred, who had long been uneasy, stood up, and the piece of bacon he was holding in his hand fell to the ground without noticing. Arrode's brow furrowed as he looked at the flesh that had fallen to the ground.

"Lord Duke, the enemy has been routed and can continue the march." The herald who had been sent reported loudly to Arrod from afar.

"What wins? My Christ. When Baron Fred heard the news, he could hardly believe his ears, for the interval between the departure of the Teutonic knights led by Count Yves and the news of victory brought back by the heralds was only a meal, and an army of five hundred men was not a small number.

"Well, it's a pity." Arold muttered a sentence in his mouth, and Baron Fred's eyes widened when he heard his words, such a big victory, why did Arold still say that it was a pity?

"Your Excellency, what do you say about the pity? Could it be that the enemy still has any conspiracy? "Baron Fred is now looking at Arrod with respect, a duke with such a strong power deserves his sincere respect.

"Oh no, it's nothing, tell the others to set out camp." Arold shook his head, raised his head and said to the people around him, leaving only the inexplicable Baron Fred.

"What the hell does he mean?" Baron Fred turned his head, looked at the sneering Earl Ron, and asked puzzledly, it was obvious that what Arold said was not the battle ahead.

"What he means is, it's a shame that you throw away the delicious bacon." Count Ron laughed and patted Baron Fred on the shoulder, explaining to him what Arrod meant.

"This, this." Baron Fred's expression was like eating a fly, and the war of a hundred people was not as good as a piece of bacon in Arold's eyes, what a confidence.

When the Mecklenburg regiment regrouped, marched forward at neat steps under the orders of the sergeants, and crossed the hill through the clearing field, Baron Fred sat on his horse and watched in amazement. The survivors were tied up in a string of ropes and taken prisoner by the swaggering Eastern European nomadic cavalry, who preferred slaves on the battlefield, and Arold acquiesced to this tradition, and these slaves would be taken to Mecklenburg anyway and become traded in the Mecklenburg market, after all, the nomadic cavalry loved all kinds of utensils in the Mecklenburg market.

"Lord Duke, my father-in-law's town is ahead." After seeing the strength of Arold's army, Baron Fred began to play with the excellent tradition of his nobility, that is, flattery to the superiors, and praised Arold endlessly, and took the initiative to take on the role of a guide.

"Oh, nice town." Arold looked up and saw a town of a thousand people, located on a small plain, protected by high stone walls, with a moat dug around the stone walls, into which a flowing river was channeled.

"Bell, bell~~~~." When the Mecklenburg regiment appeared in front of the town along the path, the heavy bronze bell was struck on the town's church bell tower, and the bell rang over the town and conveyed the countryside.

"Ah~~~." The villagers outside the town suddenly saw an army of 1,000 people neatly arranged, brightly armoured, and armed with spears appearing, and immediately rushed to the town in a panic with their wives and children. (To be continued......)