The defenders of Rostock Castle looked at the banner in amazement, and the day before they were talking about how the chief of Bilisi would defeat the hated Germans, only to find that they were surrounded by hateful Germanic people, and that the army of Bilisk was nowhere to be found.

"Lord Count." As Arrod rode his horse and watched the soldiers who were busy preparing for the siege, Ron wore a linen belt around his neck and hung his wounded arm from his chest, which was firmly clamped between two planks.

"Oh, Ron, is your arm better?" Arold looked back at Ron, when Ron's arm was broken, Arold immediately carried him into his tent, and called the military doctor to help him connect it with simple methods such as plank fixation, fortunately, Ron's arm fracture was not too serious, and it was within the range that Arold could handle, otherwise there was a real possibility of disability.

"Much better, Lord Count." Ron gratefully told Arold that his battle with Captain Ward's warriors had made him popular in Arrod's army, and that the term "mad" knight was everywhere as he walked through the camp, not a derogatory term but an appreciation for his bravery.

"Welcome back." When Sir Ben and the others saw Ron coming to the front, they all spoke to him kindly.

"Won't the castle side surrender?" Ron lowered his arms as he looked at the bowed guards of Rostock Castle and asked Sir Ben.

"Yes, they probably don't believe in Bilisi's failure. So I plan to keep it. Sir Ben nodded, always holding the rosary in his hand, a pious knight who had no mercy on the heathen.

"What is the Earl going to do?" Ron looked curiously at Arrod, who was riding on a horse in front of him, the earl who was not much older than him, but who seemed to have endless wisdom, which made him admire.

"Pull the captives down and let them all see." The horse under Arrod's crotch moved, the armor on his body rubbing sound, and he raised his right hand with his gauntlets. Ordered to his personal attendant.

Soon rows of captured Bilisian soldiers strung with ropes. Dejected, they were led by the knights of Mainz to parade outside the castle, their armor and weapons stripped of their bodies, and they were bare-chested, some even barefoot. That's because their captors took a fancy to his shoes. When the defenders of the castle saw familiar faces in the ranks of the captives. They knew that the Dao was indeed a soldier of Bilis, and it seemed that their patron Bilisi had also been defeated at the hands of the Black Lion, and that cursed heretic had no one to defeat him? This frustration demoralized the castle defenders. But there was still a glimmer of hope in their hearts, and that was the thick wall under their feet, as the old proverb goes, behind the high wall, courage is easy.

"Hah, it looks like they're still hesitating." The victorious Arrod didn't care about the guards, and it was only a matter of time before the castle fell without foreign aid, so he asked the soldiers to start camping outside the castle and preparing for it.

When Arold gave the order, the whole army began to dig trenches and build fences in an orderly manner, and even Marty's soldiers began to help set up camps, and Billie's victory made Marty completely convinced of Arrod's commanding ability, looking at Billis who fled in the wilderness, Marty shed tears of joy in the big smile, looking at the former invincible Billis, embarrassed mixed in the rout, abandoning all honor and self-esteem for his own life, which made Marty happier than killing him.

"As long as you attack the walls of the castle with catapults, those defenders will definitely open the city and surrender." Arold was finally able to lie comfortably on a blanket made of bearskin, which he closed and fell into a deep sleep, while his personal attendant sat outside the tent with his sword in his hand, guarding Arold.

In the dream, Arold seemed to return to his messy hut, which was sealed with a yellow cordon, and there was a brazier that burned a lot of paper money in the place of the TV, which seemed to have been worshipped, and the clutter in his bedroom was cleaned as if no one had ever lived there, leaving no trace, and he seemed to hear the landlady's complaints vaguely in his ears, blaming herself for being struck by lightning for not dying, and as a result, her rental house could not be rented out. No one had ever mentioned his name, and he had disappeared like a scratch in the water.

"No, I don't want to disappear into the world silently like this, woo~~~~." Arrod struggled in his dream, sweat soaked through his shirt, and when he woke up from his dream, he saw the simple utensils in the tent, and the chain mail and gauntlets, and the sunlight penetrating through the cracks in the tent curtain.

"What's wrong with you, Lord Earl?" At this time, Arrod's personal attendant walked in with a breakfast, and he looked at Arrod in surprise, sweating profusely, wondering what kind of nightmare the noble earl had.

"I, where am I?" Arold turned his face to the attendant in the square robe and asked the attendant blankly.

"You're outside Rostock Castle, in our camp." The attendant hurriedly replied to Arrod.

"I, who am I?" Because of that dream, Arold couldn't tell the line between dream and reality, and he continued to ask.

"You are Lord Count Arrod, ruler of Mecklenburg." The squire replied with some fear, wondering if the Earl had been injured in some way.

"Oh yes, I'm Arrod. Wendell, I'm the Count, and I'm a ruler. Arold sighed softly, he was not an unknown dick, but a nobleman, the commander of an army of a thousand people, a monarch with the power of life and death, and a general who defeated strong enemies.

"Lord Earl, there is a messenger from the Duchy of Mason, news of your father, Baron Wendell." At this time, another attendant from outside the tent reported to Arrod.

"My father?" Arold wondered why Baron Wendell had sent an emissary, but he still stood up, and when he walked out of the tent, he saw an emissary waiting respectfully, surrounded by knights in chain mail waiting for Arold's orders, and five catapults outside the camp had been pushed to the front line, waiting for Arold's orders. (To be continued......)