The Duke of Bavaria chewed on dandelion rhizomes, and the sweet taste of plant juice flowed into his throat, a habit he had in his youth, and it had not changed even when he became a duke.

"We lost the battle." The military governor said to the Duke of Bavaria.

"Who said that, my lord, we beat those Mecklenburgers." The knight captain did not agree, although under the border fort, those crazy Mecklenburgers wiped out the squire cavalry with crossbow arrows, including their sword-wielding fanatics, but after all, the Mecklenburgers did not dare to leave the fort now.

"Then the only thing we have to do now is to capture this frontier fort that I built twenty years ago." The Duke of Bavaria spat the dandelion roots on the ground, and the Mecklenburgers were busy reinforcing the forts in the border fort, and the Bavarian army was flooding the fort.

"Don't worry, Lord Duke, just to catch the Mecklenburgers and their dukes." The military governor said confidently that the 2,000 troops they had gathered, and at the same time, a 1,000-strong army was being reinforced here under the leadership of the palace minister, which means that it was superior in terms of the number of troops.

"Let it go, I want that little villain, nouveau riche to kneel in front of me, kowtow to me and beg for mercy, sobbing ~~." The Duke of Bavaria said in a sonorous voice that the humiliation brought to him by Arold was simply a lifetime of shame.

The Bavarian army began to dig trenches outside the border forts, and the handymen cut down trees and sharpened their points at the fortress, so as to prevent the Mecklenburgers from launching night raids, which were very experienced for the besieging Bavarians.

"Those are not Bavarians." Standing on the watchtower of the city wall, Arold held up his single-hole telescope, and he saw a group of people wearing fancy pie-shaped hats and sharp faces among the busy ant-like Bavarians. Men in bright robes, with parchment scrolls in their hands, seemed to be discussing something lively, while they were surrounded by Bavarians who were waiting for orders.

"Please let me see." Baron Fred took Arold's telescope, and he was intrigued by the amazing thing, and Arold promised to give him one of them.

"Strange. It's like a group of engineers. Arold touched his chin with his right hand, his brow furrowed, Bavaria is worthy of being a principality close to the Italian peninsula, and it is not impossible to accept advanced technology from the Italian city-states.

"Lord Duke, that's an engineer from Milan, and that's bad." Baron Fred put down his binoculars, Milan was the cradle of artists and inventors, and even in the Italian Peninsula, where religious beliefs were on the rise, the rulers of Milan often sheltered those persecuted by the Holy See.

"Don't panic. Just go according to the plan. Arold pretended to be relaxed and said to Baron Fred, but knew in his heart that it would be a fierce battle.

For three days, there was calm outside the border fort, but it was completely calm before the storm, and both sides were hurrying up time to prepare. On one side is the Duke of Bavaria, who has been fighting for many years and is a veteran, and on the other side is the Duke of Mecklenburg, the Duke of Mecklenburg, who has risen to the occasion. They were all ready to teach each other a lesson.

On the fourth day, the sun had not yet sunset. There was still a thick fog in the forests and wilderness, and the Bavarian camp was filled with the sound of standing drums, heavy footsteps, the occasional shouting of officers, and the crisp sound of weapons clashing.

"Hmm." Standing guard in the cold weather was hard work, but none of the Mecklenburg soldiers on the fortress dared to relax. After all, thousands of armies were besieging them, and no one dared to make a difference in size under such a fierce eye, not to mention that they were already completely besieged by the Bavarians.

"Look." A Mecklenburg soldier was drawn by the sound that echoed across the wilderness, and he struggled to look into the misty wilderness, as the mist pushed away by the ranks of Bavarian soldiers. The true face of the advance of the army was revealed.

"Go and report to the Duke, the Bavarians are attacking." The soldiers immediately rang the alarm bell, and the soldiers, who were lying down and resting in the fortress, stood up when they heard the alarm bells.

"Ah, it's finally begun." Alod lay on the bed, looking at the low lord's room, the arched rocks were solid and cold, and the bed was covered with hay and coarse wool blankets, Arold could not complain about anything, after all, his soldiers were still lying on the mud outside.

"Lord Duke." Sean, as Arrod's attendant, came to Arold's room and served Arrod up.

"Let's get it all out of here." Arjod put on chain mail, tightened the leather strap, straddled the sword around his waist, and held the helmet by Sean.

The Mecklenburgers were not intimidated by the formation of the army of the Duke of Bavaria, and they began to deploy in an orderly manner according to the plan, under the leadership of the sergeant major, and even in peacetime in Mecklenburg, Arold insisted on regular exercises with his soldiers, which were roughly divided into field and siege warfare.

"Put Thor up." One of the great weapons of the Mecklenburgers' defense was the portable whirlwind, which became the favorite weapon of the Mecklenburgers, who exaggerated it as Thor.

"Squeak~~." Portable whirlwind cannons were erected on the city walls, but the Mecklenburg soldiers were in no hurry to put them into service, as the Bavarians stopped at the edge of the trench, just outside the range of the whirlwind cannons.

"Stop." The military governor of the Duke of Bavaria, wearing a smooth, high-topped helmet, he stretched out his hand on his horse, and the army immediately stopped advancing like a tide, and the crowd was bustling.

"Crunch, squeak, squeak~~~." The Bavarians, who waited patiently, knew that the siege equipment brought by the Milanese engineers was about to appear, and a crash car covered with wet cowhide creaked forward, and a dozen miscellaneous servants pushed hard, this movable crash car was a sharp weapon for the Bavarian duke to attack the city and seize the land.

"It's a crash, and the archers are ready to ignite." Standing on the city wall, Baron Fred watched the crashing car slowly moving away from the Duke of Bavaria's army, nervously raised his sword and ordered.

Immediately, the archers of the Mason nobility on the city wall bent their bows and arrows to ignite the rockets, and then they shot into the sky, and the ignited arrows streaked through the sky with black smoke and scorching flames, and landed in front of the Bavarian army, trying to block the advance of the heavy crash, but the rockets that fell on the crash did not burn, but gradually extinguished, and the arrows hung on the wet cowhide, swinging weakly with the movement of the heavy crash.

"Ahh The excited Bavarian soldiers were armed with their weapons, and their eyes were full of desire to kill, and every time the duke's heavy crash appeared, no strong wall could stop the Bavarian legion, and the ensuing looting and killing made the soldiers excited.

"The whirlwind cannon is ready to be released~~~." Arold stood at the top of the tower, Sean held the Mecklenburg flag in his hand, and through the gesture of waving the flag, he gave orders to the front, which was the method that Arold came up with to reduce the delay in command.

"Huhuhu~~~." The rocks were thrown by the whirlwind cannon, and the stones whirred through the air, smashing the ground in front of the border fort into craters, and dirt and gravel were splashed everywhere.

"Hmm~~." The flying debris bounced into the crash car and hit one of the crash riders in the face, who fell to his knees with a muffled grunt, but his companion ignored it and continued to push the crash forward, and soon the crew was exposed to the arrows on the ramparts.

"Block the gates." Arold's brow furrowed, and the heavy crash was getting closer and closer to the city gate, just in case he gave another order.

"Block the gates, block the gates." Seeing the signal of the flag on the tower, Count Ron immediately drew his sword and ordered loudly, and around him gathered pikemen and Viking swordsmen, led by Count Ron, they formed a thick rectangular formation behind the city gate, and the spears and swords in their hands were erected like a forest.

"Swordsman on the wall." One after another, Arrod's orders were waved, and at the wave of the banners, the two-handed swordsmen of Mecklenburg, the regular swordsmen of the Mecklenburg legion, wore chain mail and sturdy iron helmets, but their arms were not armoured, so that they could swing their swords without any hindrance. (To be continued......)