The seven-star ladybug flapped its wings and flew desperately, it wanted to fly to the top of the tall and verdant weed in front of it, and at the top of the grass it might leave the star dew left in the morning, but it was enough for a meal, and when it vibrated its wings and finally landed on the tip of the grass, it was pleasantly surprised that there was more dew than it thought, but the dew was red.

"Ah~~~." Outside the sensory world of the seven-star ladybug, a group of creatures a hundred times its size were fighting desperately, and the crimson dew was sprinkled on these creatures, and the muffled sound of swords smashing on its body and the sound of human howls echoed throughout the path.

"Whoosh~~~." A crossbow bolt shot out from behind, slashing through an arc towards Sir Nishizawa, and after a long flight, it hit Sir Nishizawa's helmet, which was polished bright and smooth, and the crossbow bolt was bounced off with a ding.

"Sir is too dangerous here, why don't you retreat a little more?" The adjutant, who was standing behind the fighting soldiers, saw the flying crossbow bolt and quickly pulled the reins of the horse, took a few steps back and said to the commander, Sir Nishizawa.

"It's too slow, we have so many people, why can't we defeat them?" Sir Nishizawa looked at the stalemate in front of him angrily, he had already commanded the light infantry to attack the phalanx of the halberd militia three times, but the phalanx of the halberd composed of citizens was as immobile as a stubborn rock, although the light infantry was made up of cheap and timid serfs, but there were always times when they were exhausted.

"Jazz, we've been attacking all morning, we can't attack anymore. The soldiers were exhausted. The adjutant said to Sir Nishizawa, the body of the soldiers is a problem, in the era of cold weapons, you can use fear to push soldiers into battle, but soldiers are also human beings who need to rest and eat.

"Well, let's retire for the time being." Sir Nishizawa looked behind the halberd militiamen. Keep digging and building up a fortified camp, and let out a long sigh, these damn Mecklenburgers are too fast, and when the camp is fully built, then even repelling the halberd militia in front of them will not help, it is better to retreat and replan while the soldiers are not completely exhausted.

This battle is known as the Mason Trail Outpost. Ending with a temporary retreat from Count Lauz's side, watching the backs of the exhausted light infantry withdrawing from the battlefield in twos and threes, the Mecklenburgers raised their weapons and let out a cry of victory, the first victory in Mason's territory. The people of Mecklenburg celebrate that at nightfall, several guard towers made of freshly cut wood are erected, on which crossbow-wielding soldiers can stand guard.

"Ha, it's really fun." In order to protect the camp, the halberd militia and the Vikings tiredly dragged their weapons into the camp, but they had a happy smile on their faces, the only regret was that they had little strength to clean up the battlefield now, and this fat errand fell on the German mercenary group. However, the spoils of cleaning the battlefield are uniformly distributed, and they will not lose too much.

"Uh~~~." German mercenaries armed with swords walked on the battlefield intertwined with corpses, and the sky gradually darkened. The mercenaries struggled to rummage through the corpses in search of valuable things, and took off the shoes that could still be used on the dead man's feet, but some of the enemies were only badly wounded, moaning as they were pulled and flipped.

"Hey, aren't you dead yet? For God's sake, give you pleasure. The German mercenary sneered, and stabbed the sword in his hand into the heart of the moaning wounded soldier. In an era when medical conditions were extremely backward, this was indeed a benevolent approach.

"Haven't heard from Arold yet?" Harvey rubbed his hands together. It was chilly in Europa at night, and the soldiers were surrounded by the campfires that burned in the camp. The halberd militiamen who had fought back the enemy on the battlefield were foaming at the mouth with a glass of ale, and a spy stood in front of Harvey.

"I don't know, Lord Harvey, Count Lauz's camp is blocking the road, and we have no way to contact Lord Count."

"The idea is to contact the Earl, the army needs his command." Harvey commanded the spy.

Just when Harvey was anxious to contact Arold, Arold himself led the cavalry quietly to a place not far from the Count of Lauzitz, the horsemen were carrying something on their horses, and no one knew what they wanted to do in the night, and the night was so dark when there was no electricity, even if there was a torch, they could only see the surroundings clearly.

"Lord Earl, everything is ready." Sir Ron jumped down and led his horse on foot, and they reached a path two or three miles away from the Earl of Lautz, beside which was a grove of trees and a lake, and Harlan and Sean looked vigilantly in the direction of the Earl Lauz's camp, and they looked nervously at the bonfire that was burning in the camp like stars in the sky, afraid that a patrol sentry sent by the Earl of Lauz would appear on them, but their worries were obviously unnecessary, and the Count of Lauzitz's attention was completely attracted by the makeshift camp set up by the Mecklenburgers, I don't care about the afterlife.

"Let's get started." Arold nodded at Sir Ron, and they immediately began to carry some things to the side of the path, and it took a few moments to finish the work, and then the cavalry disappeared into the night with Arrod.

The next morning, when the milky mist was still in the forest and the camp of the Count of Lauzitz, a group of miscellaneous soldiers yawned and drove out with pack horses, they went to the lake to fetch water for the soldiers in the camp, the Count of Lauzitz chose to stay here after some consideration, the lake not far away could provide water for his thousands of soldiers, and the most feared things during the war were two things, one was that the soldiers had no food to eat, and the other was that there was no water to drink, although the climate of Europa was rainy and humid, But rainy weather is not something that can be encountered at will.

"Boom, boom." Driven by the miscellaneous soldiers, the pack carts were driven in the direction of the lake, and although it was heard that the supply convoy carrying food had been attacked by the Arold cavalry, it was too close to the camp of the Count of Lauzitz, and if something happened, it would definitely be counterattacked by the camp cavalry.

"Hey, what's this?" But when they came to the lake, they saw a terrible sight, and the timid among them sat on the ground with pale faces, and looked up at the trees beside the path, like the fruits of a harvest, with the bodies of five or six children hanging from the ropes, and they tied their hands and necks in the ropes, and their bodies swayed in the wind.

"Quick, go back to the camp and tell the lords." A fairly conscious handyman spoke loudly with trembling, his voice hoarse from fear.

"Ah, my child." When the Mason nobles came to the tree in a panic, they almost fainted at the sight before them, and several of them rushed up crying, and the feet holding the corpse in their arms began to cry loudly, and suddenly the soldiers around the lake whispered, and the scene before them was terrible, and many of them drew crosses on their chests with their fingers, and recited the name of the Virgin Mary.

"Lord Earl, this is an atrocity, an out-and-out atrocity." The nobleman who had killed the child turned his head in tears and complained.

"My lord, there's something carved into the planks here." At this time, one of the soldiers now had a wooden board under the tree that had been scraped off the bark, and something seemed to be carved into it.

"Show me, uh, it's a letter, Brother Robert read it for us." Sir Nishizawa frowned, he was illiterate, so he gave it to Brother Robert, who usually read and wrote letters as a religious clergyman.

"Well, let me see, this is, this is Arrod's message, I have seen what you have done to the Wendell family at Lidaburg, and I am very grateful for your hospitality to my family, and I, Arrod, the rightful ruler of Mecklenburg. Wendell, will respond to your hospitality, your home will burn in flames, your family will die by the sword, and your children will be like the scene here, maybe God will forgive you for your actions, but I, Arrod, will never forgive you, even if you flee to the depths of hell, I will pull you out, and it will not be enough for you to die ten thousand times. Brother Robert read the words on the board word by word, and many people gasped when they heard the words of Arrod in this letter, and they understood that this was Arrod's revenge.

"Lord Count Lautz, we will at once gather our army and slaughter Arrod, and I will cut off his head, remove his flesh from his bones, break his bones into pieces, and throw them into the pigsty to feed the pigs." The angry Mason nobles drew their swords and roared angrily, Arold's threat completely angered them, and the Count of Lautz was also a little surprised by the excitement of the crowd.

"Calm down, adults, this is Arold's ruse, he is trying to provoke us." Brother Robert hurriedly explained, he blushed and hoped that the nobles would calm down, but the rude Mason nobles simply ignored it, their families were threatened with their lives, how could they endure this breath.

"Your Excellency, you have to make a decision." Sir Nishizawa came to Count Lauzitz at this time, and he took the reins of Count Lauzitz's horse and said.

"Lord Earl, we should defeat the Mecklenburgers in front of us first, Arold is only leading a small army." Brother Robert thought that as long as he defeated a large number of Mecklenburg troops, then it would be logical to go back and clean up Arrod, but the nobles did not think so, their army was to protect their family, and when they defeated the Mecklenburgers, they were afraid that their homeland would become a scorched ruin, and the two sides immediately quarreled, and Count Lauzitz closed his eyes with a headache, which may be exactly what Arold wanted. (To be continued)

Tips: The new domain name "biquge.info" has been launched by Biquge, and the original domain name is about to be discontinued. Please tell each other, thank you!