"The goal, the Wendell family's henchmen are entrenched in Lidabao to advance." Count Lauzitz looked at Duke Abel with a dead face, smiled contemptuously, turned the head of his horse in the other direction, drew his sword, pointed in the direction of Fort Lida, and gave a loud order to his army.

Following the order of Count Lauzitz, this army composed of the Mason noble alliance turned in the direction of Fort Lida, and when he saw the scene in front of him, Duke Abel opened his hands, as if he wanted to grasp something, but could not grasp anything but the void air.

"Oh my God, what have I done?" Duke Abel finally collapsed against the cold wall, burying his head in his knees, both angry at Count Lauzitz's calculations and remorse at his powerlessness.

The news of Count Lauz's aggressive march towards Fort Lida soon reached the ears of Baron Wendell and his son like birds, and they were shocked and couldn't believe their ears, originally thinking that at least Duke Abel would shelter them, but now this qiē has failed, and the Wendell family will fight alone for their lives.

"Lord Baron, without further ado, we will immediately ride our fast horses to Mecklenburg, and let Lord Count Mecklenburg send troops to the rescue." Harvey immediately said to Baron Wendell that they had expected that with the Duke's mediation, at least Count Lautz's action would not be too fast, but they didn't expect Count Lauzitz to count Duke Abel as well, and it seemed that Count Lauzett had really put a lot of effort into this day.

"Harvey is right, we need my brother's tough army for protection right now." Sir Yves immediately agreed, he had just had a son of his own, and of course he didn't want the child to be in any danger, although he was still a little unconvinced by Arrod on weekdays, but Yves also had to admit Arold's strength.

"We'll go to Mecklenburg on the fastest horse." Harvey assured Yves. She took Webster to the Baron's stables at once, where the servants had prepared the two fastest horses in the whole of Liddaburg, and the two galloped out of Lidaburg like lightning, and quickly headed for Mecklenburg.

Arold in Mecklenburg was not idle at this time, and the peasants, who had just passed the harvest season, received a summons for those who had been registered by the Elvet friars. On weekdays, they are called to the castle to receive basic military training during the off-season, and are called armor guards, which are much more effective than the levies of other lords.

"The young and strong men in the village, according to the previous training, hurry up and go to Mecklenburg to gather~~~." In the village where the peasants gathered, the chief sounded a gong that had been distributed in his hand, which was used when orders and warnings from Mecklenburg were issued, and the peasants in the village began to walk out of their huts and gather towards Mecklenburg.

The weapons trained by the armor guards on weekdays were shields and spears, and they wore leather armor. Wearing a wide-brimmed round helmet, these equipment and weapons are usually stored in the arsenal of Mecklenburg, and only when training and receiving battle orders can they go to Mecklenburg to report and collect, in order to prevent the occurrence of enemy attacks too late, Arold pays more attention to border patrols and warnings.

"Residents of the town of Wismar, our esteemed count is threatened by the despicable Count Rauzitz, and we should immediately take up arms and go to Mecklenburg. Defend our esteemed Earl. "The mayor of the town of Vismar, standing in the square of the town of Visma. Loudly announced to the townspeople.

"Is there going to be a war? How we don't know. The townspeople surrounded their mayor and said to each other that most of the townspeople were merchants, but don't underestimate the merchants, who, when provoked, would buy good armor and weapons and go to war to fight for themselves and their families.

"Yes. Don't forget who made our town so prosperous, and if the Count fell, all our possessions would be confiscated by the insatiable Count Lauzitz, and all the money would be pocketed by the nobles. The mayor of Wismar was well aware of the nature of the merchants and immediately said this to them.

"That's right. The Earl of Mecklenburg, though sometimes partial to those mud legs, did make a lot of money by sea. ”

"Count Rauzitz has a bad reputation among the nations, and caravans are often robbed by bandits when they pass through the territory of Count Rauzitz."

"That's right, it often happens, some survivors say that those bandits are very well-armed, and they don't look like ordinary bandits at all." Contrary to the reputation of the Mason aristocracy, the merchants did not have a good word for Count Lauzitz, and plundering caravans and oppressing farmers was what Count Lauzitz was best at.

"Then let's help Lord Count Mecklenburg fight." The merchants, acknowledging Arold's tolerant mercantile policy, raised their fists and cheered in the square, intending to follow the Count of Mecklenburg in battle against the Count of Lauzitz.

"Alright, it seems that everyone is on the same page, so let's go buy armor and halberds, and we'll gather here early tomorrow morning, and then go to Mecklenburg to serve the Count." The mayor of Visma looked at the scene with satisfaction, and announced to the crowd that the citizens usually had their own weapons and equipment, also because they were a wealthy class.

"Your Excellency the Earl, five hundred armor guards have gathered, and one hundred halberders from the townspeople of Visma and Mecklenburg have also arrived at the castle today." Brother Elvet said to Arold in the hall of the lord, that early in the morning of the second day, many tents had been set up outside Mecklenburg, where more than six hundred soldiers had gathered, all gathered under Arold's black lion banner.

"Hasn't the German mercenary regiment returned yet?" Arold nodded at Brother Elvet, but what he cared about most was his mercenary army that could fight well, and he didn't know when he relied on this army very much, and if there was no German mercenary group to suppress the formation, he would be a little uneasy in his heart.

"Here, we have sent several envoys, but there is no news back, could it be that the Danish king Banuk is unwilling to release people?" Brother Elvet was also very puzzled, and the reason for summoning the German mercenary group was also fully explained to Banuk, and if the German mercenary group wanted to return on its own, even if the Danish king Banuk was angry, it would be useless.

"How prepared are our cavalry?" Arold stood up and paced in front of his seat, in addition to the German mercenary regiment, there was another killer feature, that is, a well-trained heavy cavalry, and the cavalry needed more material support.

"The horses of the heavy cavalry should be bought and sold and the Bogo family should be contributed, but it is not too early for those standing attendants who are still training to wear chain mail and go to battle with horse pistols, they have not been fully trained and tested." Brother Elvet knew that the young squires selected by Arold had trained them in the valley for various heavy cavalry, but this training had not long been carried out by Arold after returning from northern Europe, so the effectiveness of the heavy cavalry was really up for debate.

"We don't have time now, let's fight and hone as we go, by the way, will Brother St. Jom agree to lend us the knight?" Arold also knew that the training of heavy cavalry could not be put in place all at once, and if he had religious knights to join him, his chances of victory would be higher.

"Well, unfortunately, the elders of the Friars of St. Jom say that they are not involved in the fighting between Christians, so they will not intervene in the war between us and Count Lauzitz." Brother Elvet shook his hands and said to Arold.

"yes, that can't be helped." Arold could only shake his head helplessly, these monks are a group of very stubborn people, with their own principles that they will never break, and the worldly nobles have no way to force them.

"Lord Earl, the envoy from Denmark has returned, there may be news of the German mercenary group." Just then, Sir Ron pushed open the door of the hall of lords and entered, and as soon as he walked in, he came to Arrod's side and said.

"Oh, call him in." Arold hurriedly sat down in his chair and ordered Sir Ron.

"Dear Earl, I have brought news of the German mercenary group." A dusty messenger walked into the hall, and as soon as he saw Arold sitting on a wooden chair, he immediately knelt down on one knee and said.

"Tell me, what about my army?" Arold craned his neck and looked behind the messenger, as if the German mercenary group was hiding behind the messenger, but of course there was nothing.

"I'm sorry Earl, but I went to the German mercenary regiment to announce your order, but, but." The envoy raised his head and glanced at the anxious Arrod, and said in a slur manner.

"What the hell is going on? Say goodbye to me. Arold frowned, and a sense of foreboding appeared in his heart, could it be that the German mercenary group had betrayed him? But it can't be, the loyalty of the German mercenary group has always been very reliable.

"Only two hundred of the German mercenary regiment are willing to return, and they will return to Mecklenburg in a few days under the leadership of Colonel Andrew, deputy commander of the German mercenary regiment."

"What? There are only two hundred, what about the others? Arrod stood up in shock, why did only two hundred of his most elite German mercenary group want to return, and what happened here? (To be continued......)