Jarson gathered all his Viking warriors, they quietly gathered at the city gate, as long as they waited for Jarsen's order to kill, Jarson wore an iron helmet and a chainmail robe, and carried his two war hammers in his hands, but at this moment the earth-shattering drums sounded from outside the city.

"What's wrong?" Arson raised his head and asked aloud to the guards at the city gates.

"Oh no, the Masons are preparing to attack us." The defenders on the ramparts saw the Masons flock to the two wooden bridges, and they set up their wooden shields, and the crossbowmen hid behind the wooden shields and fired at the castle of Schreisug, behind which the banners of many nobles were fluttering, and the war drums were only beating.

"What? Could it be that they deliberately deceived me into thinking that they were going to escape, no, the warriors quickly return to their posts on the city walls, this must be a trap of the Masons. Frightened, Arsen led his Viking warriors back to the walls of Schleisug Fort in preparation for the Masons' siege, but when their archers re-entered the tower and the Vikings set up their positions on the wooden walls, the Masons refused to continue their advance, and it was not entirely true that they had stopped the attack.

As the sun began to sink to the west, the soldiers gathered on the side of the Mason camp on the wooden bridge, hearing the sound of the trombone, suddenly turned and left as if they had never intended to attack, although Arsen was considered clever among the Viking warriors, he could not understand the Mason's approach until the soldiers of the Duchy of Mason, who seemed to be trying to attack Fort Schleisug, retreated. It dawned on him that the Masons were trying to attack Fort Shireisug in order to cover the retreat of their troops and attract the attention of the Viking warriors in Fort Shireisug.

"Cunning southerners." From the wall of Fort Schleisug, watching the Mason soldiers line up in several small phalanxes, neatly facing their backs to Fort Schleisug, Yarsin knew that the tents outside between the forests must be empty, and the large army of the Masons had already lifted the siege of Fort Schleisug and evacuated the place.

"Look over there." A Viking warrior beside Arsen heard the sound of horses' hooves from the other side of Fort Schleisug, and a group of Viking warriors on horseback appeared in their field of vision. And the coat of arms on the flag is a raven.

"It's the Swedish raiding cavalry. The King of Denmark finally sent reinforcements. The Viking warriors of Schleisug rejoiced, rejoicing that they had survived the siege of the great army, and the Swedish raiders, the vanguard of the Danish king Banuk, rode into the devastated Mason camp. Found it empty.

"Something is going on here. What about those southerners? "The captain of the Swedish raiding cavalry. Riding on four-hoofed and hairy Nordic horses, they came from an extremely cold Swedish tribe that maintained a cavalry in the vast frozen lands. They are also an outlier among the Viking tribes of Vikan, so they know the preciousness of war horses, so every Viking warrior who can ride a horse is the elite of the elite.

"Run." Arsen looked at the raiding cavalry from the Swedish tribe in front of him, welcomed them into the castle of Schleisug, and explained to the captain of the raiding cavalry.

"Well, let's go on horseback and reconnoitre, and the army led by the King of Denmark and the other chieftains will arrive shortly." The captain of the raiding cavalry did not stop at Fort Schleisug, and decided to go and reconnoiter himself, but just as he turned his horse's head and prepared to leave the city, he was seized by the reins of his horse.

"Please be careful, there are some powerful commanders among those Masons." Arson warned the raiding cavalry captain.

"Well, don't worry that we're the most elite raiding cavalry, but we're not stupid either, and we'll return to the fort if we meet resistance." The Swedish raiders exited the city from Schleisug Fort, following the crushed branches and footprints along the way, tracking the retreat of the Duchy of Mason's army.

"Lord Ronald, those Southerners should be out there in this woods, we need to be careful." The raiding cavalry, wearing a helmet covering the eye area, said to their captain, Ronald.

"Get your weapons ready." Ronald said to his men, Sweden is also covered with dense forests, so the raid cavalry can also gallop freely in the forest, the huge hooves of the Norse war horses on the grass, but they are very light and dexterous, the raid cavalry will choose their favorite weapons to fight, most of them use round shields and battle axes, a few like to use spears that are more suitable for fighting on horses.

"Let me see what these cowardly Southerners are capable of." Ronald kicked his horse in the belly with both feet, and walked out of the woods, the verdant branches in front of him, and Ronald saw that the army of the Duchy of Mason was stationed among the hills, and close to the river so that they could easily get water, and the banners of the army of thousands of people decorated the otherwise bare hills like a sea of colors.

"There are quite a lot of people." The raiding cavalry walked up to Ronald and said to him,

"How come these cowardly southerners suddenly have the audacity to attack us?" Another raider said curiously, there was not much fear in their hearts, they just didn't feel used to the change of roles.

"It's the King of Denmark, and I've heard rumors that the Danish King's fleet was defeated at the Battle of Mecklenburg, and then that odious Count of Mecklenburg incited the other Germanic nobles to conquer us." Ronald looked at the fluttering flags, he had been to the southerners when he was a child, and recognized the meaning of the nobles' flags, those square flags were for the earls who owned a lot of land, and the triangular banners were the barons whose status was second only to the counts who owned the castle, and those long swallow-tailed flags were some knights and would-be knights, it seemed that this time the Masons were attacking the Vikan Peninsula with all their might.

"We should also unite to defeat and conquer the lands of the southerners under the watchful eyes of the gods, burn their towns and villages, and teach them a lesson that they will never forget."

"My father didn't trust King Banuk of Denmark, and he was angry that Banuk killed his cousin and took the throne." Ronald shook his head with a wry smile, he had blonde hair, eyes as deep blue as the sea, and a strong and powerful body, he was the eldest son of the King of Sweden, but he was an illegitimate child.

"And what about you, Lord Ronald?" The raiding cavalry smiled, every Viking tribe will have a dislike between each tribe, not to mention two equally ambitious kings, Denmark and Sweden have long had border land disputes, but because the Danish king and the Swedish king are ruthless kings, they are so similar to each other that they are afraid of each other's opponent's strength, just hold the desire in their hearts and wait for the opportunity, the so-called anger and killing relatives and the like are just some high-sounding excuses.

"I am the king's samurai, and I act under the king's orders." Ronald knew the sensitivity of his illegitimate identity, and he kept silent and didn't say anything, who knows if there was a queen among these raiding cavalry around him.

"Whoosh~~~." Just as the raiding cavalry was about to reconnoiter again, suddenly a javelin flew over, and at the same time the sound of horses' hooves sounded, and the attacked raiding cavalry saw a group of about ten Slavic cavalry rushing towards them, wearing the unique pointed helmets of the Slavs, but wearing fine chain mail, while running and throwing the javelins in their hands at the raiding cavalry, with a strange screaming sound coming out of their mouths.

"Lord Ronald, it's the Mason's light cavalry." The Swedish cavalry shouted, covering their bodies with their round shields, the Javelins of these Slavic javelinmen cavalry were so powerful that a single hit would cause them to fall off their horses.

"Rush over." Cowardly retreat is not the style of Viking warriors, Ronald angrily pulled out his sword, one hand tightened the reins of the war horse under the crotch, the Nordic war horses are as grumpy as their owners, raising their two front hooves, people stand up like arrows, Ronald led his twenty raiding cavalry, rushed out of the forest to attack the Slavic cavalry.

"Retreat~~~." But just as the Viking warriors roared, raising their battle axes and swords in their hands, and neighing their horses in their crotches to chop the Slavic cavalry in front of them to pieces, the Slavic cavalry quickly turned their horses and retreated sharply, leaving only the backs of the raiding cavalry.

"Pursuit." The enraged raiding cavalry chased closely behind the Slavic cavalry, but after pursuing for a distance, because both sides were cavalry, although the Slavs were wearing fine chain mail, but it was different from the one made of iron rings, so they still belonged to the light cavalry, and soon left the raiding cavalry behind, and when the Slavs fled to the edge of the camp of the Duchy of Mason, the raiding cavalry had to stop the pursuit, even if they were brave and fearless, they knew that if they were too close to the Mason army, I'm afraid I'll be shot at by long-range crossbowmen, and with their little cavalry, the Masons will certainly not be enough to stuff their teeth.

"Retreat, cunning Slavs." Ronald grabbed the reins of his horse and had to order his men to stop the pursuit, if they chased too close, he was afraid that the cavalry of the Mason would go out and eat him, so he wisely led the raiding cavalry to retreat back into the forest, but at this time something irritated happened, and the Slavic javelin cavalry who had retreated to the edge of the Mason camp actually rushed towards them again, followed by a javelin attack. (To be continued......)