The Duke of Saxony held the hilt of the sword on his waist, his eyes stared at the camp of the Duke of Mason for a long time, his eyebrows were tightly locked as if he was thinking about something, the Countess of Woolsheveld had to be on guard behind him, seemingly casual but his hand did not leave the sword at his waist, although this was a mixed camp, but after all, it was the closest place to the camp of the Duke of Mason, the Countess of Woolsheveld did not dare to be careless, and after a long time, the Duke of Saxony suddenly let go of his eyebrows, as if he had figured out something.

"Let's go." The Duke of Saxony turned and walked out of the camp full of prostitutes, and the chain mail on his body made a rattling sound, and the Countess of Woolsheveld had some doubts in her heart, but she still followed closely behind the Duke, and from time to time swept her eyes around, but at this time the soldiers of the Duke of Mason in this camp were drunk and dead, and made the shameful sound of love between men and women in some of the dilapidated tents.

"Lord Duke, do you want me to arrest a few Duke Mason's people and torture them?" Countess Woolsheveld walked up to the Duke of Saxony and suggested in a low voice that it would be too easy to capture a few of Duke Mason's soldiers in this poorly defended camp, but they were of no intelligence value.

"No need, let's go back." The Duke of Saxony shook his head, he didn't want to startle the snake, so they carefully avoided the drunken soldiers lying on the ground with the Duke of Mason, and walked towards the forest outside the camp, and took advantage of the darkness of the night where several squires were hiding in the woods and leading the horses to wait here, the Duke of Saxony grabbed the reins of his mount and stepped on the hand of the squire, and turned over on his horse, he kicked the horse in the belly with the spur of his heel and rode towards his camp, The Countess of Woolsheveld led the others to follow.

"Lord Duke, what's wrong? How did you get out of the camp? ”

The Earl of Berengar was wearing chain mail and a sword at his waist, and his squire was holding his helmet and lighting a torch, and the Count saw the Duke of Saxony and the Countess of Woolsheveld hurrying forward to ask.

"Count Berengal, you immediately lead a thousand men to Crane." The Duke of Saxony rode on his horse without saying a word, and immediately ordered the Count of Berengaard, an order that made the Count of Berengal feel confused.

"Why did the Duke suddenly let me go to Reef?" The Earl of Berengarh asked puzzled, and at the same time looked at the Countess of Woolsheveld, who seemed to be asking the Countess the same question.

"Don't ask so much, it may be too late, Count Berengar, you take people to defend Crane, and I and Countess Woolsheveld lead another thousand men to Brunswick." The Duke of Saxony ordered in a tone of no question, and the sudden order to divide the troops made the Count of Berengaard not know what to do.

"What about here? What to do here? How can only a thousand men be left to resist Duke Mason's five thousand centaurs? The Count of Berengaard hurriedly asked, he thought that the Duke of Saxony was going to give up here, but he also knew that once the Duke of Saxony made up his mind, there would be no room for turning the matter around, and he had to tell the most serious doubts.

"Let the 1,000 men here be led by the Count of Ullisi, but the defense should be fine, he is a cautious man, but tell him that if the Duke of Mason's soldiers launch a small attack, they can meet the enemy. If the enemy launches a general attack, let him lead his soldiers back to the castle. The Duke of Saxony, having made the most amalt arrangements, turned his horse's head and headed in the direction of Braunschweig, and with a quick wave of his hand, the Countess of Woolsheveld quickly formed a detachment of a thousand lancers and infantry and set out behind their sovereign.

"Your Excellency, what's the matter?" The Count of Berengal shook his head suspiciously, but he still resolutely carried out the Duke's order, because it was a clear order, and suddenly the army was divided into three parts, except for the 1,000 men and horses left behind, the other two teams advanced in different directions, and the food they carried was not much, and they set off completely lightly, because these two territories were the fiefdoms of the Duke of Saxony, and as locals, they could easily get supplies, but the Duke of Mason They were completely kept in the dark and did not know about this change, Duke Mason's base camp was still by the creek, waiting to flank the opposing side's own troops.

And the Duke of Saxony's judgment is completely correct, at this time because of the closest to the territory of Braunschweig, the army of the Count of Lausswick first attacked the territory of Braunschweig, the knights and soldiers of Braunschweig were recruited by the Duke of Saxony, at this time the territory was empty and defenseless, except for a few cities with high walls to protect the gates, the countryside outside the city was sacked by the army of the Count of Lauzitz, even if there were squires hastily formed a force to try to block it was defeated by the Count of Lauzitz and fled.

"It's boring, this kind of battle is really unfought." An emaciated knight in leather armor sat on a corpse, this corpse looked very young, well-proportioned and strong, but blood flowed from under his leaning body, and horribly, there were only two bloody holes left in his face and eyes. The knight yawned and looked bored, and beside him lay a slender sword, stained with blood, as well as his long, fingered hands.

"Ogden hurry up and finish cleaning the battlefield, we have to keep going." The pig-faced Grover has nothing to do with his brother's bad taste, thinking that he can't just take out his opponent as neatly as Patsy? Most of the murderous fame of the three wild boar brothers is because of this perverted brother.

"Patzi~~." The huge Pazzi stood quietly behind Grover, his right mace with a lot of fresh meat hanging from it, and around the three brothers were scattered many corpses with open heads, all of which were farmers with farm tools, all of which were killed by the swing of Pazzy's mace.

"Woo, you demons, the Duke of Saxony won't spare you." At Grover's feet lay a middle-aged squire with his legs cut off, his mouth foaming with blood, his legs bleeding profusely, and his eyes widening at the three boar brothers, because he saw his son being crushed under the ass by Ogden, the most outstanding son in his family, but he was killed in a round, and the even more heinous Ogern played with his son's eyeballs with his fingertips, which was simply the act of the devil in the Bible.

"Hahaha, you old fool, your Duke is confronting Duke Mason in Göttingen, and he doesn't have time to pay attention to you." Ogden threw away a pair of eyeballs that he was playing with, they were brown eyes, he didn't think they were beautiful at all, not as beautiful as the young squire he had seen last time, but unfortunately he would have succeeded if it hadn't been for Duke Mason's heir to stop him.

"That's enough, Ogden kill him quickly, I'm going to see Lord Count Lauzitz." Grover didn't care about these worthless squires, and he turned around and directed his soldiers to loot in this not rich village, which did not have many supplies to collect, which made him a little depressed, but Zhiqu's men did catch a few young women for himself, which made him feel better, but he was in a hurry to see Count Lauzitz because he wanted to find a few villages to loot as soon as possible.

With the sound of weapons cutting flesh, the coughing sound of throats, the click of air leaking from the ruptured trachea, the surviving villagers and squires were also killed by Ogden, and the three wild boar brothers, who enjoyed the fun of slaughtering the villagers, left the burned village with a cart full of baggage, and the village that was full of peace in the past became a purgatory on earth.

"Lord Earl, is our strength a little scattered?" A knight of the inner palace of Count Lauzitz, looking at the burned villages, said to Count Lauzitz with some concern.

"It doesn't matter, the Duke of Saxony's troops are all in Göttingen." Count Lausitz calculated in his heart how much he could gain from this expedition, and at this rate of plunder it seemed that he could make up for the losses he had suffered, and that he still had a surplus.

"But isn't Lord Mason's request for us to join Sir Able as soon as possible?"

"What's the hurry? Abel was going to bypass the fiefdom of the Duke of Lower Lorraine, not so quickly. The Earl of Lausitz was furious at the mention of Sir Able, and he was troubled by the thought of his handsome and smug face.

"I'm just worried that Sir Able will do his job before us." The knight of the Inner House reminded his monarch of the way.

"Hmm, this." After being reminded by his confidants, the Earl of Rautz thought that if Sir Able reached the back of the Duke of Saxony first, once he launched an attack and Duke Mason attacked inside and outside, the honor of defeating the Duke of Saxony would fall on Sir Ebel, and he could not let him monopolize such a good thing.

"Hmph, Lord Earl, I've found a village not far from here, please allow us to investigate." At this moment, Grover reported to the Earl of Lauzitz in a hurry, completely oblivious to the Earl's expression that was wrong.

"Stupid, who made you delay time, hurry up and shrink our forces and we start marching." Earl Lauzitz raised his horsewhip and slapped it in Grover's face, scolding angrily.

"Hmph, oops." Grover covered his face, screamed and didn't know where he had offended the Earl, but he didn't dare to resist Count Lautz, and quickly flashed aside, even if he was resentful, he could only bury it deep in his heart.