The church of Mecklenburg rang the bells, so hurried, that they echoed over the castle over and over again, as if urging everyone, and in the castle's guard room, the soldiers entered through the narrow door of Guò, leaning against rows of halberds on the weapon racks, and each soldier took a halberd from one end to the other, and then drilled out from the other without stopping.

"Brother Elvet, I need to send someone to Zealand and Lauzitz County to gather and organize the soldiers there." Princess Josie stood at the window of her bedroom, listening to the church bells and watching the hurried soldiers of the castle line down the main tower of Guò.

"But we need a knight, and an army without a knight would be a mess." Brother Elvet said with embarrassment that the knights in Mecklenburg were all sent to Watergast, and the lack of knightly leadership and organization would make the soldiers' morale low.

"My husband's squire, Harun, has just returned to the castle, where they have received military training in the Lion Castle and can lead the army as generals." Princess Josie's body shook a little, and even if she stood for a while, her body couldn't hold it, so the personal maid hurriedly brought the wooden chair over and served Princess Josie to sit down.

"Squire? They are too young, and they are not knights. Brother Elvet said in amazement, what could such young squires do? Although they had received military training and had fought a few battles with Arrod, they were too young in the eyes of Brother Elvet and others.

"I will grant them the status of knights in the capacity of Mistress Mecklenburg and Princess Mason, and let them lead the army against the Pomeranian attack." Princess Josie said to Brother Elvet.

"Your Royal Highness Princess, of course you have the right to canonize a knight, but can you just canonize a knight to improve your combat effectiveness?" Brother Elvet said skeptically.

"Let's wait and see, Miya-sama." Princess Josie smiled slightly, even in this moment of crisis. She also shows the elegance and solemnity of Xiàn, which has been cultivated from the court culture since childhood.

"Your Royal Highness, the mayor of the town of Visma refused to provide soldiers for the defense of Mecklenburg." Brother Elvet couldn't help but feel relieved to see Princess Josie so calm, but one practical problem after another was in front of them, and the citizens of Visma Town feared that their town would be attacked. Mecklenburg's summons order was therefore denied.

"Shouldn't the mayor of Visma, as my husband's vassal, show his loyalty at this time?" Princess Josie's eyebrows furrowed slightly, she had seen the mayor of Vesma Town, if it weren't for his father who drank poisoned wine instead of Arrod, he probably wouldn't have sat on the throne of the mayor of Vesma Town, with an income of 1,000 silver every year.

"The Earl has given the town of Visma the greatest autonomy, which is why they dare to refuse Mecklenburg's summoning order, which I have advised the Earl a long time ago, but it is incomprehensible that the Earl insists on doing so." Brother Elvet frowned and shook his head. Arold's behavior sometimes makes them feel very incomprehensible, when all the lords are fighting with the town for the right to control the zhì, Arold took the initiative to give up the right to control the town, although this won the favor of the citizens, and made the town of Vesmar in the last war provided Arold with a large number of halberd soldiers composed of citizens, but because of the relationship of autonomy When the Pomeranian army attacked this time, the council composed of important people in the town of Visma voted to ensure the safety of the town first. Mecklenburg's order to provide them with soldiers for defense was refused.

"If Mecklenburg is breached. The town of Visma will soon be the next target, these stupid merchants. Princess Josie said contemptuously.

"There's another way. That is, to find mercenaries. Brother Elvet thought about it and said to Princess Josie, in addition to the German mercenary group that has been disbanded, the continent of Continental is full of such mercenary groups who sell their lives for money, and Brother Elvet knows that the Nordic mercenary group of Kreze, who originally served Count Lauzitz, is stationed in Schlesue County, and after the Danish king converted to Catholicism, he severely cracked down on the Danish nobles who were unwilling to convert. Although the nobles revolted and resisted, they were defeated. The defeated Danish nobles had their estates confiscated, and the desperate Danes joined Krezer's mercenary group, numbering more than 700 people.

"How much do they need?" Princess Josie was silent for a moment, then resting her right index finger on her chin. Born into a nobleman, she instinctively dislikes these honorless mercenary groups, and Arold's German mercenary group is more of Arold's private soldiers than mercenaries, and the real mercenaries can do burning, killing and looting if their employers can't pay enough commissions.

"We still have five thousand silver in our coffers, which now seem to be enough to pay the mercenaries, but it depends on the length of the war, because we have to pay fifty silver every month, except for the seven hundred in the beginning." Brother Elvet said to Princess Josie.

"Now we don't care about that, I believe that my husband will definitely rescue us when he learns the news of the attack on Mecklenburg." Princess Josie said affirmatively to Brother Elvet.

"Then I'll send someone to contact Colonel Kraser." Brother Elvet bowed to Princess Josie and respectfully stepped back from the princess's bedroom.

"Hmm." As soon as Brother Elvet left the bedroom, Princess Josie sat on the armrest, her forehead sweating, and the maid hurriedly stepped forward to help Princess Josie sit on the big bed, and the other servants laid a soft mattress for her.

"Your Royal Highness Princess, are you feeling better?" The maids asked cautiously.

"Well, I think the child is about to torture me to death, he keeps kicking me in the stomach, so naughty must be a boy." Princess Josie's lips turned pale, and she reluctantly joked, when the door opened, and Miss Shirley, the castle's physician, walked in, and brought some peppermint essential oil for Princess Josie to sniff, to ease her pain and anxiety.

"You need to rest more, Your Highness Princess." Miss Shirley saw that Princess Josie's face had become rosy, so she stood up and instructed.

"Shirley, I need you to help me make some medicine that can lift my spirit, and I must not fall down at this critical moment." Princess Josie reached out her little cold hand and grabbed Miss Shirley's arm. Said to her.

After two weeks of marching, the Mecklenburg legion finally arrived at Willeburg, and Miss Marty and Julian stood on the walls of the castle and watched the reinforcements, which were usually tired and demoralized after a long journey of two weeks, but the Mecklenburg soldiers were not demoralized at all. From time to time, they can even be heard asking when they will go to war.

"What's going on with Julian, these Mecklenburgers? Are all Mecklenburgers so belligerent? Marty turned his head to ask Julian, his closest lover.

"It's been a while since I left Mecklenburg, and I don't know what kind of way Lord Arold has to manage the army, but in short, he is an adult with all kinds of whimsical ideas." Julian smiled wryly.

"Oh, I don't care how much whimsy he has in his head, if he doesn't kill Bilis after the promise, I'll shoot through his strange head." Marty held an arrow in her hand, and she stuck out her pink tongue and licked the straight arrow, sexy and terrifying.

"Boom~~~." While Marty was talking to Julian. From the east came a series of horses' hooves on the ground, and soon they saw a black lion and bull banner looming in view, and a cavalry force of 100 men hurried towards Willleburg.

"It's Lord Earl, Lord Count is here, all the damn ones are lined up for me." Andrew, the former deputy head of the German mercenary regiment and now the adjutant of the Mecklenburg regiment, shouted loudly, and the soldiers who were scattered and resting outside Wille Castle quickly stood up, and the veterans held high the halberds in their hands. A black dovetail strap is tied to the tip of the halberd, which flutters in the wind. The soldiers immediately lined up a neat phalanx with veterans as coordinates, with twenty people in the phalanx and five columns in columns.

"Oh, interesting." Ms. Marty saw that the Mecklenburg soldiers, who were originally scattered under the castle, were actually arranged into a neat small phalanx in a short period of time under Andrew's orders. Regardless of the combat effectiveness of this army, this alone is enough to make people pay attention, you must know that in this era the army was poorly organized, except for the halberd phalanx formed by the townspeople who were more concentrated in the trade unions, the rest of the lord's army was composed of rabble peasants. Before the battle, the nobles had to work hard to get the peasants, who had no team spirit, to form a crowded phalanx.

"Andrew." Arold rode on his horse and tightened the reins of his horse a few paces away from the Mecklenburg Legion, and he told the horse to stop as he unveiled his helmet and mask, and said to Andrew, who was standing at the front of the right side of the phalanx.

"Lord Earl, your army is ready, please review it." Andrew wore a Germanic-style iron helmet, he wore a cuirass made of a single piece of iron, the lower end of the cuirass was nailed with three overlapping leather skirts, his knees were tied with two iron knee pads, and the front part of the shin of his legs was also wrapped in two pieces of leather.

"Good." Arold nodded with satisfaction, it seems that the German mercenaries have put their experience into the Mecklenburg Legion, and it is very expensive to provide equipment and weapons for an army of more than 1,500 people, which is also the reason why ordinary lords usually have to carry their own weapons and equipment in addition to their own soldiers, which is a bit like the family system of the Ming Dynasty military generals, when everyone is the same, the competition is who has a small number of elite soldiers is stronger, But once they encountered a nomadic army like the Mongols, they could only be scattered.

"Dada~~~." Arrod rode on his horse with great interest, and inspected most of the immature-looking soldiers around these phalanxes, it seems that the German mercenaries have trained these young men well, and most of the army of the Mecklenburg Legion still uses the tactics of the spear phalanx, and the phalanx is equipped with a quarter of the swordsmen and large shield crossbowmen, so that the phalanx can improve its ability to deal with the enemy's close hand-to-hand combat and long-range attacks.

"Whew." The recruits of Mecklenburg looked at Arrod walking in front of them, the earl wore a lion iron mask helmet, delicate chain mail and iron gauntlets like lobsters, his legs were also covered with lobster armor to protect the thighs, the shining golden spurs on the heels indicated Arold's knightly status, and behind him a knight in chain mail and smock held high the banner of Arold's family, and his noble and heroic appearance made all the recruits yearn for worship, At the same time, I thought of the military merit system promised by Arrod.

"Lord Earl will win~~~."

"Mecklenburg will win~~~." As Arold patiently walked through the last phalanx, the excited soldiers finally burst into shouts, and they, the soldiers who longed for military merit, honor and land, raised their weapons and shouted loudly, and the shouts of a thousand people resounded inside and outside Willeburg.

"A strong army is the source of faith for Arrode, Count of Mecklenburg." Many years later, a Willer nobleman who had experienced this scene described the parade of the Mecklenburg Legion outside Willerburg as a shock to them, an army that had never been seen in such a coherent manner, and an army so well organized by centralization of power and money that was far beyond the imagination of the Slavs in an era that still admired individual martial arts.

"Marty, don't go against Lord Arrod no matter what." Julian put his lips to Marty's ear and said to Marty, who was already silent.

"Hmph, it's just that it looks good, and you still have to see blood on the battlefield to know." Marty snorted, but more instinctively resisted, and she squinted at the army, which was like a mechanical windmill spinning in a mill, moving like cogs in a cog, and deep down she knew that there would be no one on the Baltic coast who could resist Arold's iron army. (To be continued......) R1292