An army walked on the mountain path of the Alps, a lush and dense forest stood in the way of the army, and in the era when human productivity was still very backward, nature gave birth to abundant forest resources, and even the winding path was trodden by merchants and travelers, and it was like an earthworm crawling out of a dense forest in the future.

"Your Excellency, the Italians will definitely be in chaos if they see the appearance of our army." An adjutant flattered the Duke of Bavaria.

"Hmph, those lowly merchants." The Duke of Bavaria, wearing a helmet with a semi-closed open-closing mask and the sound of fine chain mail, was anxious not to take the Italians seriously.

Since the fall of the Roman Empire, many city-states have arisen on the Italian peninsula, and these city-states have fought with each other for their own commercial interests.

If it weren't for those strong northern neighbors, no one wanted anyone to occupy the fat of Italy alone, and they were stumbling with each other, I am afraid that Italy would have been caught in the flames of war a long time ago, but this time the Duke of Bavaria was determined to conquer Italy and put the crown on his son's head. "Rustle." As the Bavarian army advanced into the dense forest, the rustle of leaves was faintly remembered from both sides of the path covered by tall dense trees.

A soldier in a dome-wide helmet from the bushes looked at the Bavarian army, and when he saw the swaggering Bavarian Duke Banurf, he hid behind the bushes again, and if anyone could see through the bushes, he would find that an army was hiding in the dense forest, and they were sticking their bodies to the ground as much as possible, and the Bavarian army was unaware.

"Don't you think it's a little strange?" Duke Banulf of Bavaria reined in his hip and looked around with a sense of crisis in his heart, feeling that something was wrong but not knowing that something was wrong.

"What's wrong with the Duke, you can almost look down on the fertile land of Northern Italy from here." The duke's lieutenant pointed ahead with his horsewhip, and swooped down down into the narrow mountain stream in front of Guò to the land of northern Italy, which the Duke of Saxony had coveted for a long time.

"Hmm, don't you think it's too quiet here?" Duke Banulf of Bavaria moved his ass uncomfortably on the saddle, and the more he walked, the more panicked he felt.

"You say that, yes, oh~~~." As the lieutenant looked around, a bolt shot out from behind the bushes, striking the lieutenant in the face.

"Kill~~~." Suddenly, shouts of slaughter rang out from the dense woods, and countless soldiers in leather armor appeared from all sides, and the crossbowmen among them fired their crossbows at the Bavarian army as they went, and the Bavarians had to rush into battle.

"Damn an ambush, whose army is it?" Duke Banulf of Bavaria drew his sword in a fit of rage, and at the same time lowered his mask, which was an iron face designed to the same scale as his face.

"Ping Pong ~~~." Soon the armies of both sides were intertwined, and the ambushed and raiding armies lined up the path, and the zigzag Bavarian army was divided into three sections, and the Bavarians were unable to meet the battle passively because they were not prepared for it.

"Oh~~." The Bavarian hammer soldier held a chain hammer in one hand and a small log shield in the other, and when the Bavarian soldier saw the enemy rushing up, he immediately swung the chain hammer at the enemy, and the chain hammer made a whining sound.

"Ping~~." The hammer is a blunt weapon, and when the hammer is picked up, it is still powerful, and once it is hit by the hammer, it can cause serious damage to the enemy.

"Launch." Not to be outdone, however, the attacking enemy entangled them with ordinary spearmen, the heavy crossbowmen, wearing half-pot helmets with only a slit on their heads, hung the strings on the gears with the upper crossbow board in their hands, and put the cold-glowing bolts in the troughs, and then shot them at the Bavarians.

"Whoosh~~~~." This kind of heavy crossbow with full tension, once the crossbow bolt hits the Bavarian, not to mention ordinary leather armor, even chain mail can penetrate it.

"Puff~~~." The crossbow bolt hit the Bavarian chainhammer and nailed it directly to the ground, the chainhammer soldier's legs trembled and twitched a few times before he moved, and the Bavarians in the front row basically had no survivors after the crossbow fired a wave, at which time a wave of swordmen with swords took the opportunity to rush forward.

These swordsmen are dressed in colorful clothes, and they look like they are arrogant, and they deliberately make the edges of their clothes out of the armor, so that when they move around, they will look like a flock of peacocks, but in this era of cold weapons, this can not only encourage their own morale, but also make their opponents feel jealous.

"It's a Burgundian." The Duke of Bavaria was surprised to quickly determine the identity of the other party by the flags and the language of the soldiers, for he had thought that the Burgundians would not dare to stop him.

"It's got ~~~." Behind the warring parties, a nobleman in armor inlaid with iron plates rode a horse, and his attendant led the horse to a high cliff from which the entire battlefield could be observed, and behind the nobleman stood a group of guards wearing chain mail, pot helmets, and halberds.

"Hmm." The middle-aged nobleman on the horse stared at the battlefield with blue eyes, and he was none other than the master of the Duchy of Burgundy, Duke Hugue.

"Gray Law ~~~." The war horse under Yu Ge's crotch was excited by the sound of fighting and blood on the battlefield, and he uneasily scraped the ground with his hooves, and held his horse's head high from time to time.

"Shh~~~." Yu Ge stretched out his right hand with leather gloves and stroked the neck of the war horse under his crotch, soothing his war horse.

"Abominable Huge." The Duke of Bavaria blocked a spear with his sword, and the army of the Burgundians poured in more and more, if it were not for the heroic fighting of the Bavarian knights, I am afraid that the Duke would have been captured, but the bravery of the knights could not turn the tide of the war, and the Bavarians were more and more defeated.

"Duke, it's time for us to retreat." A Bavarian knight shouted to Barnuerf that the knights could not use it on the rugged mountain road, but that the spear-armed infantry had the advantage, and that the wealthy Burgundians were armed with halberds.

"Retreat, retreat." The Duke of Bavaria also knew that if he delayed any longer, his army would be wiped out, so he reluctantly ordered his attendants to blow the horn of retreat, and he turned his horse's head and retreated to the road he had come from under the cover of the knights.

No one was surprised when the news spread that the Duke of Bavaria's expedition to Italy had been blocked by Huge and bankrupt, because the same thing had already been done by the Duke of Swabia and had suffered the same fate, and it had long been common for the Dukes of the Kingdom of Germany to ignore the foreign policy of Henry the Bird Catcher.

"The dukes are simply excessive." When Prince Otto got the news, he was very angry, and he said to the Anglo-Saxon princess, who was his wife, with a grim face.

"Don't be angry, Your Royal Highness, since the Duke of Bavaria has failed, then he should stop for a while." The Anglo-Saxon princess held Prince Otto's hand and comforted her husband.

"That's right, I can't help but be angry at the thought of that old man trying to steal the crown of Italy." Prince Otto said as he shook the hand of the Anglo-Saxon princess.

"Oh, why is that?" The Anglo-Saxon princess asked curiously.

"Because that's the crown that belongs to our children." A smile appeared at the corner of Prince Otto's lips and he said to the Anglo-Saxon princess.

"Oh." The Anglo-Saxon princess's face turned red, and she couldn't help but look down at her slightly bulging lower abdomen.

When Arold learned the news, he was building his burned territory, and unlike Prince Otto, he didn't think the news was good, so he had a worried look on his face.

"What's wrong with you, Arold, it seems that this good news doesn't make you happy?" Harvey, the leader of the spies, couldn't help but ask curiously.

"Good news? No, I don't think so. Arold pouted and shook his head, he had his own thoughts.

"Why is that? Isn't the Duke of Bavaria your enemy, and shouldn't his defeat be celebrated? ”

"Our current strength is not enough to fight against the Duke of Bavaria, so we should stay in the Kingdom of Germany to accumulate strength, but now that the Duke of Bavaria's plan to conquer Italy has failed, he will definitely set his sights on the Kingdom again, which is not good for the Royal House of Saxony and for us." Arold explained to Harvey.

"There's some truth to what you say." Harvey crossed his arms and twisted his eyebrows together, when the Duke of Bavaria failed to expand abroad, he would definitely re-consolidate his power in the kingdom.

"Wait and see, there's going to be a fight." Arold raised his head and looked out the window, he was a little uneasy in his heart, but then he thought that people don't often say that crises are often the beginning of a turning point, maybe because of this dispute, he will make more political capital in the German kingdom.

"However, where will the Duke of Bavaria start, even if the bird catcher Henry is seriously ill, but the king's power is as solid as a rock, even the Duke of Bavaria should have nowhere to start." Harvey said thoughtfully to himself. R1152