Julian was armed with his horse, surrounded by his attendants and several noble companions, the attendants were armed with swords and shields, and the nobles led their horses and also wore chain mail and swords, although they looked strong and strong, but the number was only about twelve, Julian actually wanted to take such a small number of people to the islands of Sealand to attack the Danes, it was simply self-defeating, just as they were about to leave, the gate of the castle opened, The lord, Lady Marty, rode a horse and led dozens of followers to chase them out.

"Sir Julian, where are you going?" Marty skillfully rode her mount to stop Julian and the others on their way, and she turned the horse's head to aim at Julian and the others.

"Ms. Marty." Julian saw that Marty was blocking his way, and quickly stopped, and the nobles stopped to salute Marty.

"Answer me Sir Julian, where are you going to go, fully armed?" Marty commanded his mount and asked Julian condescendingly.

"Oh, I've heard that the border is a little uneasy, so I'm leading some people to patrol it." Julian said to Marty.

"Patrol? Let's go to the island of Sealand. Marty broke Julian's intentions with a single word, and she said to Arryd.

"My lord, since you know, then I won't hide it, that's right, I'm going to the Isles of Sealand to attack the Danes for Lord Count Mecklenburg." Julian knew that he couldn't hide it from Marty, so he had to report it truthfully.

"If you attack the Danes like a little man, it's like a lamb into a wolf pack, and everyone will die there." Marty stared into Julian's face, which was more reckless than brave. But the knights did not care about life and death, and in their opinion the loss of honor was more terrible than death.

"I have to go there." Julian said firmly, even the Germanic knights who went with him were fearless, as if they were going to travel rather than to fight, which made Marty a little helpless, if you want to mobilize the military strength of the entire territory, you must mobilize all the tribal armies of the nobles, but it is impossible to mobilize the army with the leader of Jerome in the way.

"Well, I'll lend you my personal guards." Marty sighed and said to Julian.

"What, Lady Marty, you're willing to lend me your army." Julian looked up happily and said to Marty. Marty's personal guards numbered three hundred. Usually the guards guarding the castle, and now Marty is willing to lend his own guards to himself, which is a great risk.

"Yes, but it must be kept secret." Marty said sternly. In this day and age, if there is no strong force to protect yourself. Even if you are a lord, your life is in danger. Julian, of course, knew that he would immediately guarantee that no news would be leaked, so he agreed with Marty to quietly lead the soldiers under his jurisdiction out of the castle at night.

Just as Julian was leading Marty's 200 guards aboard the ship and heading for the Isles of Sealand. The battle at Schleisug began again, only this time the scale was not as large as the previous one, only hundreds of soldiers fighting on the small plain, and in the next few days small-scale clashes became the norm, and neither side achieved a crucial victory, the Mason nobles began to feel exhausted, and deserters also appeared among the homesick soldiers, and just when the Duke of Abel and Arold were anxious, one noon in the late summer, a cavalry galloped anxiously on the land of Schleisug, In an era when there were no maps, it was very difficult for a Germanic cavalry to move in this strange land.

"What is this place?" The cavalryman in leather armor led the horse, he walked on a hillside, under his feet were knee-deep weeds, the summer breeze blew the weeds and made the sound of brushing, at this moment he saw from a distance what seemed to be a figure shaking, when friend or foe were separated, he hurriedly led the horse behind a big tree, he bent down and clenched the hilt of the sword at his waist, and quietly approached the past, only to see the Vikan language coming from the wind, which made him retreat in surprise and quickly retreated.

"Grace, who do you think will win between Mason and Banuk?" The group of Viking warriors walking on the path turned out to be the hired Viking warriors of the Count of Mecklenburg, and Grace and the others went to the coast according to Arold's order to wait for the fleet from Mecklenburg to bring supplies to the Duchy of Mason.

"I think the Masons will win." Grace said to her companions as she walked, she had full confidence in Arrod, and the idea of avenging her father had gradually revived after so many years.

"Grace, you're so confused by that cunning Germanic nobleman, haha, maybe you should catch him in bed." The Viking knights joked about Grace.

"That's right, that's right." The Viking warriors looked at Grace's embarrassed appearance and teased that the Vikings had no concept of chastity, and sometimes when guests were guests in a Viking's home, the hospitable Vikings would invite him to join him in the bed.

"There are Viking warriors here, it seems that this must be the camp of the Viking warriors, I should go in the opposite direction." The Germanic cavalry, who was hiding in the grass, saw that Grace and the others were gradually moving away, so they immediately led their horses and rode in the opposite direction, thinking that the Masons should be stationed in the forest in the other direction, so they mounted their horses and galloped away in that direction.

"Gotta get ~~~." The Germanic cavalry rode his mount and rushed into the forest to break the silence, and the more he walked, the more he felt that something was wrong, and instead of the banners of the Mason nobles in the forest, many tomahawks, shields and other items appeared scattered all over the place.

"Hiss~~~, what's wrong, am I wrong, oops." Seeing the round shield of the tomahawk on the ground, and the horse that appeared among the bushes in the forest, he was shocked and felt that he was going in the wrong direction, just as he was about to turn his horse and leave here.

"Ah~~~." The galloping horse suddenly tripped over a taut rope, and the Germanic cavalry fell from their horses, and as soon as they fell to the ground, they were immediately grabbed by a group of Viking warriors.

"Report to Your Majesty, we have captured a Germanic cavalryman." The Viking warriors report to the Danish king Banukri.

"Germanic cavalry, scouts." Danish King Banuk said disapprerovingly, in these few skirmishes with the Masons, scouts on both sides also came and went, and it was not uncommon to catch scouts.

"It doesn't look like it, it's supposed to be a Saxon." (To be continued......)