On the road leading to Mecklenburg and Watergast, the army led by Arold is rapidly returning towards Mecklenburg, because the counties along the way such as Wille are already owned by Arold's allies, and all the grain and grass along the way and various local materials are mobilized very quickly, Ms. Marty is very satisfied with the fate of this father-killing enemy after seeing the increasingly weakened Bilis, and it is foreseeable that Arold's strength will become stronger and stronger, in order to maintain friendly relations with Arold, Go out of your way to meet Arold's requests.

"But that's a weird request, isn't it?" Marty said to Julian beside him.

"Well, it's weird, but Lord Arrod always has a whimsy, but no one knows what he wants to do?" Julian shrugged his shoulders, he was thinking more now that after the demise of Kang Tuoyi, Willer's crisis was completely resolved, and maybe it was time to talk about marriage, but this seemed to be the wrong time.

Arold demanded that the estates and large landowners of the land of Wille immediately hand over their textiles and send women to gather in Willeburg, which was very strange, but because of the victory of the Mecklenburg people to gather Wille, the nobles who had just failed the uprising did not dare to disobey this order, and they efficiently handed over all the goods and personnel demanded by Arrod.

"The women were ordered to divide into four groups and compete with each other, and I would reward whoever did it quickly and well." Arold walked in the open space of the castle with textiles, and stood full of Willer women waiting for orders, and these women saw Arrod's face in a panic, and no one knew what the Germanic man wanted to do.

"Yes, Lord Count." Baron Ron said to Arrod, he didn't know what Arold wanted to do? But Arold's orders were very clear, and he just had to do what he did.

"Is there any news from Mecklenburg?" Arold asked again, he had already asked eight or nine times in a day, Baron Ron shook his head helplessly, Arold's spy organization was trying to find out about Mecklenburg, but the lack of manpower made them only get some news, the only certainty was that Mecklenburg had not fallen.

"Don't worry Lord Earl, Mecklenburg has the most complete castle defense system, and it is not so easy to fall." Baron Ron comforted Arrod.

"But they don't have enough troops, damn it." Arold clenched his fist and slammed it on his thigh, and the cunning Pomeranian Grand Chief actually played a game on himself, and Arold, who was enraged by the native, was determined to give the other party a taste of the power of the crowd.

Arold was worried that Mecklenburg's insufficient troops would lead to defeat, but in fact, Mecklenburg struggled to support it under the efforts of Princess Josie and Harvey and others, but what really worried them was another thing, that is, the difficult thing to prevent from thieves. Frightened by the strength of the Pomeranian forces, Brother Elvet feared that he would be a victim if the castle fell, so he sent an emissary to communicate with the Grand Pomeranian chieftain, even going so far as to betray the decisions of the military council.

"What? That actually rejected my suggestion. Hearing the information that the envoy had betrayed him, the Grand Chief of Pomerania was furious, and he did not expect that a woman would dare not to take herself in his eyes, and flatly reject his peace treaty.

"Yes, Brother Elvet thought it was extremely unwise, and despite his best efforts to persuade her to maintain a good friendship with the Great Chief, Princess Josie was instigated by Harvey, the leader of the spies, and Princess Josie insisted on going her own way."

"Hehe, I understand Brother Elvet's kindness, but those who reject my kindness must be punished." In fact, the Grand Chief of Pomerania did not have much hope for peace talks, otherwise he would not have negotiated the conditions so harshly at once, but since the other side rejected his good intentions, it would have become more reasonable to attack Mecklenburg, and the scheming Grand Chief of Pomerania could be shrewd.

"Well, this, Great Chief, you also understand that Brother Elvet is your faithful friend, and my master definitely does not want any dispute between the two sides, even if it is really unavoidable, I hope that the Great Chief will spare my master's life in the face of friendship." The messenger humbly begged the great chief.

"Uh-huh." Before the Grand Chief of Pomerania could speak, a Pomeranian nobleman beside him whispered a few words in his ear, and the Great Chief nodded frequently.

"Well, my vassals have suggested that Brother Elvet must open the gates, and only then can his sincerity be demonstrated."

"But the Great Chief, the gates are in the hands of the town thugs and the soldiers of Mecklenburg, and my master has no way to mobilize these people to leave."

"I don't care, I just need him to open the city gates, otherwise I'll wait to be trampled to death by my cavalry." The Grand Chief of Pomerania spoke arrogantly, and then drove him out of his camp without waiting for the messenger to justify him.

The messenger returned to the castle and repeated the words of the Pomeranian chieftain, after listening to the messenger's words, Brother Elvet couldn't help frowning, opening the city gate meant that he had completely fallen to the enemy, if Arold knew that he would definitely die, but if he didn't do this, he would now face the threat of the Pomeranian butcher's knife.

"Master, do I still need to reply to them?" The messenger asked cautiously.

"I see, tell the Pomeranians in the evening of three days, with the torches as a signal that I will open the gates and let them in." Brother Elvet seemed to have made up his mind, and he said to the messenger.

"Master, do you really want to do this?" The envoy looked at Brother Elvet in surprise, once this act of collaborating with the enemy was known, I was afraid that his life would not be spared.

"Do as I say." Brother Elvet said angrily.

"It's the master."

Three days later, when night fell, the Grand Chief of Pomerania waited not far from the gates with his army, which were still dark on the walls and at the gates, which had been renovated by the Mecklenburgers, so that the gates were tightly closed, but when the moon rose at its highest point, the gates were quietly opened.

"Whew." From the gate appeared a man who held a torch and shook it back and forth, the flames were like fireflies, and in the dark of night the distant Pomeranians could only tell whether the gate was open or not.

"The gates of the city are opened." The Grand Chief of Pomerania was on his horse, and he almost stood up from his horse in excitement, but a Pomeranian nobleman beside him stopped him.

"Wait a minute, Great Chief, how can we be sure if that so-called palace minister has really surrendered to us?"

"Don't worry, let Lord Alger and his people go in first, and when they take control of the city gates, we will go in." The Grand Chief of Pomerania touched his beard, he didn't care to send the nomadic tribes who looked and practiced different customs to death.

"Boom~~~." After receiving the order, Lord Alger resigned himself to leading his people, and once again acted as the vanguard to rush into the outer walls of Mecklenburg.

"Hmm." Lord Alger rushed into the city with his unparalleled people, and the corpses of several Mecklenburg soldiers fell at the city gate, and it looked like they had been killed by Neying, but Lord Alger vaguely felt that something was wrong.

"What's wrong, sir?" Lord Alger's clan looked at their leader and asked curiously.

"Go look at the corpses."

"Oh yes." A nomadic warrior immediately rolled over and dismounted, and he immediately returned to Lord Alger after flipping over a corpse.

"How?" Lord Alger asked.

"The blood of the corpse has long coagulated, it should have been killed for a long time, is there anything wrong?"

"I'll just say, why doesn't the smell of blood be enough, let's go quickly This is a trap." Master Alger immediately turned his horse's head and was about to leave the place, when suddenly a creaking sound sounded from both sides of the street, and the nomadic warriors immediately became alert, and they knew very well that it was the sound of crossbowmen winding.

"Don't leave if you're here." Suddenly, a woman's voice rang out from a dark corner around the corner. R1152