Lions with carbines and heraldic banners of books fluttered through the countryside, and heralds from the town of Wismar rode on horseback and galloped on the dirt paths, and they brought to the elders of each village a summoning order from Count Arold, the ruler of the castle of the angry lion and the town of Visma, that the villages located near the town of Wismar should gather male strong laborers and go to the town of Wismar to report, and the villages that did not fulfill their military service would be punished by the Count of Arrod.

"Elder, is the pagan count who controls the town of Vismar really going to summon us?" The villagers broke into the village elder's house and asked in a rambling manner.

"That's right, finally the pagan ruler has challenged the county capital." The village elder nodded, he was actually only in his forties, but because he had been a traveling merchant in his youth, he was quite knowledgeable.

"Shall we go, who is going to die for a heretic." Some of the villagers shook their heads, scoffing at Arold's order.

"But if we refuse, we will be punished." There are also older people, who said worriedly.

"Was Mecklenburg Castle so easy to take? Not only is the city wall made of stones, with deep ditches and wooden fences as the perimeter, but there are many arrow towers inside, and I have accompanied the mayor of Jakesh before, so I know the way. ”

"However, this heretic count is not simple, he has conquered the town of Visma in one day, and even the hero Kang Tuoyi is no match."

"That's right, if we don't honor the summoning order, we will surely have corpses hanging from both sides of the road like the Lomwa priests."

"Okay. Let's vote, and those who agree to go raise their hands. The elder looked at the villagers around them and asked them to raise their hands to vote, and the villagers looked at each other and saw that no one was silent, but the rotting corpses of the Lomwa priests made them shudder, and gradually raised their hands one by one, no matter who became the ruler, it was the same for them to pay a part of the harvest as a tax, and Arold had to collect relatively less than the other rulers, which made the peasants not have a bad impression of the pagan ruler.

The same scene played out in the villages, and the peasants did not dare to disobey the powerful earl. They called for friends and brought sticks and dung forks. and their own dry rations went to the town of Visma, and gradually gathered into a light infantry army of more than 500 people. These light infantry, dressed in coarse linen and peaked felt hats, behaved roughly, after entering the town. It caused trouble for the citizens of the town. The burghers, who considered themselves superior to the peasants, were disgusted by these curious light infantrymen. Pointing fingers at the peasants.

"Lord Earl, there are more than five hundred light infantry gathered from the countryside, plus medium infantry from the guild apprentices and citizens of the town of Wismar. There were also Swiss mercenaries and Slavic warriors who had taken refuge with us, more than a thousand in all. Dressed in chain mail, straddling a leather strap, with a sword pinned to his waist and a cloak draped behind him, Julian reported to Arrodeh after counting the soldiers gathered in the town square.

"Okay, let's go." Arold put a pair of gloves made of soft deerskin on his hands, the chain mail on his body was polished bright by the squires stirring with sand, and more than two dozen javelinmen followed him as personal guards, the javelinmen wore the same Tang leather armor as the Swiss mercenaries, and on their heads were very Slavic pointed leather hats, the hats were decorated with several beautiful feathers, and the javelinmen horsemen had special leather bags hanging diagonally on one side of their horses, and there were sixteen special short javelins in them. In addition to the javelin, a broad-bladed scimitar hung on the other side.

The mighty army marched along the road built by the former chief of Mecklenburg, and although it was only a road paved with small gravel, it was much stronger than the dirt path, and the pack-drawn heavy wagons were bumpy along the road, and when they came to a fork in the road, the procession stopped, because there was an army at the fork.

"Is it the army of the Slavic nobles in Mecklenburg Castle?" Arold hurriedly galloped forward from the middle of the line from both sides, and the javelinmen followed him closely, and when he came to the front, Arold saw that it was an army of more than 300 Slavic light infantry, they were in four columns to completely block the crossing, and in their hands they were holding sticks and pitchforks, but they did not look like they were going to war.

"Who are you?" Julian rode forward and shouted at the team, which did not carry any noble banners, so it was not known whose army it was.

"Is it Lord Arold from the town of Wismar?" At this moment a middle-aged man came out of the group, the only thing he was wearing a leather armor and looked like the leader of the group, he asked in Germanic language.

"That's right, standing before you is the owner of the castle of the Angry Lion and the town of Visma, the rightful earl of Mecklenburgshire, Lord Arrod." Julian immediately straightened up on his horse and announced loudly to the man who was blocking his way.

"Oh, Ulla, Ulla~~~~~." Suddenly, to everyone's surprise, when the man turned his head and spoke in the Slavic language to the people behind him, the group of people who blocked the way raised their sticks and pitchforks in their hands, and shouted loudly, looking excited.

"What's going on?" Julian looked at the man in front of him in surprise and asked involuntarily.

"We are people from a village near the capital of Mecklenburg, peasants who are fed up with the tyrannical rule of the nobles in Mecklenburg Castle, I believe that Daddy has already told the Earl about the matter, and we will also take matters into our own hands to avenge our wife and daughter, please allow us to join." The man bent down to Arold, who was surrounded by javelinmen and with a black lion banner behind him, and said loudly.

"I understand your feelings and welcome you to join us." Arold, of course, did not dislike the presence of these soldiers, and he rode on his horse in a noble manner, nodding to the Slavs.

The army advanced again, and the Slavic light infantry, blocking the way, led Arold's army to Mecklenburg Castle, an important capital that controlled the entire county, perched on a hill. One side of the hill is a cliff, if you want to enter the castle on the hill you have to go through a winding mountain road, the castle looks down on the whole hill, the arrow towers are majestic like guards, the thick stone walls seem to tell the invaders that all attempts to attack are futile, the city gate is cast by a thick iron gate, no one can break through when it is lowered, and there is a wooden fence around the castle, which the defenders can use as the first layer of defense. If you fail, you can calmly retreat into the castle and continue to resist.

"Lord Earl. The castle gates were closed, and the wooden fence on the perimeter was completely unguarded, so we could easily take it. Julian sent a few soldiers and sneaked up the hill. However, it was found that the wooden fence of the first line of defense was unguarded. This strange phenomenon is incomprehensible.

"It is useless to take down the wooden fence. We're going to have to find a way to get inside the castle. The servants set up a tent with a pointed dome for Arrod, and in the tent Arold took an apple and ate it with a dagger pinned to his waist. It was Harvey, who had captured the beautiful woman, and he drew his dagger and gestured in the direction of the castle.

"But the walls are too high, and I'll ask the craftsmen of Visma to connect the wooden ladders, but it will take a little time." Julian thought for a while and said, originally he wanted Arold to use the whirlwind cannon to break through the thick city walls, but on the one hand, the effect of the whirlwind cannon on such a large castle is not very obvious, and on the other hand, Arold wants to obtain the castle intact, this kind of towering castle makes him look forward to it, I really don't know how the Slavs of Rador did it with manpower.

Arold ordered his soldiers to surround the castle of Mecklenburg, and when he looked up, he saw that there seemed to be people looking down from the main tower of the castle, and their eyes actually sensed each other's presence when they touched, but the castle remained dead silent, without the noise of the defenders, the crisp sound of the clashing of weapons, and the sound of alarm bells and horns, as if it were a great tomb of death.

"Chrome slag chrome slag ~~~~." Suddenly, the gate of Mecklenburg Castle, the thick iron gate was slowly raised, as if the people in the castle were welcoming the intruders to enter, this sudden scene caught Arold a little off guard, what did the Slavic nobles in Mecklenburg Castle want to do?

"What should I do, Lord Earl?" Julian looked at the open gate, which was pitch black like a beast with a huge mouth open, which made everyone feel a chill.

"Hmm, wait." Arold stretched out his hand to calm everyone down, he stared at the dark city gate, but he wondered in his heart, could it be that the Slavic nobles were playing empty tricks?

Time passed, and the soldiers under Arrod wondered why the Count did not give the order to attack, and the enemy opened the gates of the city, which was clearly a sign of seeing the large army gathering and wanting to surrender, but Arold paced back and forth in front of the tent, worried that this was a trap for the enemy.

"Lord Earl, let me lead someone to attack." The leader of the Slavic light infantry, who had led Arrod's army, impermeably pleaded with Arold that his wife and daughter were there

In the castle, he was very worried about their comfort, even the dragon's lair was going to break in.

"Well, well, go and find out, and if you find something wrong, let the Javelinmen meet you at the door." Arold couldn't think of any other solution, and he nodded in agreement with the Slavic leader's suggestion.

"Ulla, Ullah~~~~." The Slavic leader, holding his sword aloof, led fifty of his light infantry to charge towards the Mecklenburg castle on the hill, and soon they rushed into the city gate without hindrance, and the javelinmen rode behind them, stopping anxiously waiting under the city gate, but after a long time no news came, and the fifty or so Slavic soldiers seemed to have been swallowed up by the castle, and there was no trace of them.

"What's going on?" Julian gripped the hilt of his sword at his waist and muttered anxiously, Arold's brow furrowed.

"See what's that?" Suddenly something was thrown from the rampart, and it landed among the javelinmen, bouncing and rolling, and covered with dust on the ground, and the javelinmen leaned down and looked at it to their surprise, it was the head of the Slavic leader. (To be continued......)