"Why, does the Duke know about this sir?" Baron Fred asked curiously.

"Of course you know, this damn thing." Arold's gaze almost erupted into flames, staccato words squeezed out of his clenched teeth, and his clenched fists and nails almost cut through his palms.

"Did the Duke have a holiday with this Sir Will?" Baron Fred asked the Earl of Yves about how calm Arold had always been, but when he heard the name, he lost his temper, which shows how much he hated Sir Will for Arold.

"This despicable and shameless villain, it seems, has received the news and fled from the Earl of Praun, but he did not expect to dare to hide back in the Duchy of Mason." The Earl of Yves spat at the ground, expressing his disdain for Sir Will, and he did not directly answer Baron Fred's words, but said to Arrod.

"Harvey is right, Lord Baron, what is the point that Sir Will burned down your estate?" Arrod nodded, and after John Berg's inexplicable death on the battlefield, Harvey, the leader of the spies, set out to let the blood droplets investigate, and the blood droplets gradually found the Earl of Praun through the silver ornaments that John Berg dragged down when he was dying, and the silver ornaments on each knight's precious mount were unique, and then they became a chapter.

"That's right, this ungrateful guy actually colluded with the mud legs to form a rebel army of more than 3,000 people." Baron Fred said angrily.

"Three thousand?" Baron Ron said in surprise.

"Don't be afraid of my friends, it's nothing but a rabble, a bunch of thieves, liars, and peasants." Baron Fred said dismissively.

"Then how did you get defeated?" Baron Ron glanced at Baron Fred, thinking to himself that since it was a rabble, why was Baron Fred so wolfish and lost a large amount of property in his territory. Escaped to this border bridge fort and hid.

"May God curse Will, that rabble didn't dare to attack my manor at all at first, you must know that my family's manor has been strengthened by generations of ancestors, in fact, it is no less than a small fortress, but, but." Baron Fred took a sip of his glass. Then he put down his glass.

"But what?" Baron Ron asked.

"However, after the damned Sir Will joined, the mud-legged men first pretended to be defeated, and while I led the army in pursuit, they set up an ambush in the woods, and as a result, I lost my army. But the mud-legged men put on the clothes of my private soldiers, and opened the gates of the city at night, causing the manor to fall. Baron Fred said angrily and ashamedly.

"If it weren't for a secret escape in the manor, I'm afraid we'd have fallen into the hands of the mud-legged people by now." The Baroness wiped the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief. Holding the children in her arms, she sadly told Arold and others that she still remembers that when she escaped from the manor, she turned around and saw billowing smoke coming out of the manor, and the fire rushed straight into the sky.

"These damn guys." Count Yves slapped the wooden table, shaking the glasses and jugs on the wooden table, and he cursed loudly.

"How many soldiers do you have now?" Arold looked at Baron Fred and asked him.

"I'll tell you the truth. I now add the soldiers in this bridge fort, and there are less than thirty in all. Baron Fred said ashamedly. But at the same time, a glimmer of hope rose in my heart.

"So little." Baron Ron smacked his mouth, he wiped the wine stains on his mouth, even if it is a rabble of three thousand, it is a force that should not be underestimated, not to mention that there are knights who know military affairs to join, it seems that Baron Fred does not want to take back his estate.

"How about I help you?" Arjod held his glass. His eyes were fixed on his own shadow reflected in the silver cup, and after a long silence, he said to Baron Fred, who had been looking at Arrod with burning eyes all this time.

"Great, thank you, Lord Duke, I will always be your friend." Baron Fred breathed a sigh of relief. With a smile on her face, even the Baroness wiped away her tears, the corners of her mouth raised, and her children ate their chicken legs with greasy hands.

"Don't be too happy, Lord Baron, my Mecklenburg legion is only more than a thousand people, and I originally only went to the Duchy of Bavaria to investigate the disappearance of Duke Mason." Arold waved his hand to Baron Fred, and he answered the baron.

"Don't worry, I've thought about it, now there is a force of more than five hundred mud-legged people, they are between me and my father-in-law's land, as long as you defeat them and let me contact my father-in-law, then you can persuade other nobles to join your army." Baron Fred hurriedly said to Arrod.

"Yes, Lord Duke, isn't this qiē all because Lord Mason is missing? In the final analysis, it was all the fault of the Duke of Bavaria. The baroness held the wet handkerchief in her hand, stomped her feet and said angrily to Arold and the others.

"Ahem, are you drunk, ma'am? Go back and rest. Listening to his wife's words, Baron Fred clenched his fist awkwardly and coughed a few times, he gave his wife a look, can anyone blame the Duke of Bavaria? Even if you have grievances, you can only hide them in your heart or say it to God when you go to church.

"I was wrong, it was because of that old guy that our house was burned to ashes, and I didn't even have the time to clean up some pottery and jewelry boxes." But the baron's threatening look didn't stop his wife, who grumbled and complained.

"Please rest assured, since the Baron has a plan, then my Mecklenburg Legion will be responsible for cooperating." Arold didn't pay attention to the baroness's chatter, and he said to the baron.

"Thank you again." Baron Fred placed his right hand on his chest and bowed his head in heartfelt thanks.

"All of them ~~~." When the drums of war sounded, the iron gate of the bridge fort gradually rose under the noose, and the Mecklenburg legions lined up in the form of a long serpentine army, and the bridge castle entered the territory of the Duchy of Mason in an orderly manner, and Arold and Baron Fred stood above, looking at the neat procession below.

"Lord Duke, this is the quietest army I've ever seen." Baron Fred's mouth opened wide as he watched the neat soldiers walk by, and couldn't help but admire.

"Quiet?" Arold wondered why Baron Fred would use such strange words.

"Yes, but can this tame sheep army defeat the thugs?" In Baron Fred's mind, the fierce and combat-ready soldiers were all noisy and unruly, and such a quiet and neat army was like a flock of sheep under a flock of shepherds.

"Please wait and see, haha!" Arrod didn't explain, let practice test it. (To be continued......)