Seeing that none of his elite knights could conquer Fort Schleisug, the Duke of Able had to order five horn-wielding trumpeters to blow the horn of retreat, and Duke Mason's first attack ended in failure, although the Fort was not built of solid stone, but was guarded by strong and skilled Viking warriors.

"Southerners, may the gods curse you." Arson looked at the Masons who were supporting each other like a receding tide, and cursed at their backs.

Repelled the first wave of siege battles of the Masons, so that the morale of the Viking warriors was high, and the disparity in numbers was not in their hearts, coincidentally, just after the Masons retreated, thunder sounded in the unpredictable sky of Shireisug, lightning pierced the sky under the pressure of dark clouds, and then the pouring rain fell, and the Viking warriors stood on the walls of Fort Shileisug without shelter, they raised their heads and roared loudly to the sky, letting the rain fall on them, In the eyes of the Viking warriors, this was a reward from Thor, the god of thunder, and some fanatical believers took off their armor and shirts, showing off their strong muscles to the sky, as if to show Thor, the god of thunder, their strength and fearlessness.

"This thunder is terrible, and God is angry." In the tent of the Duke of Abel, with elaborate tablecloths and crosses on wooden tables, and the chaplains of the army lit candles and knelt in front of the cross, closed their eyes and folded their hands in prayer, and the Masons had never seen such terrible thunder and lightning before, and their hearts trembled.

"Go and get the Count of Mecklenburg." Duke Abel frowned. He held a rosary in his hand, and his heart was anxious, looking at the praying priest, sometimes at Fort Schleisug through the gap in the tent curtain, and finally to his personal attendant.

"Yes, Lord Duke." The valet immediately braved the heavy rain and headed for Arold's camp and tent, the rain making the ground muddy, and the squire stepped on the small puddle and his feet were splashed with mud, but even then he ran desperately.

At this time, Arrod's tent was filled with Johannberg and other sergeant majors of the German Mercenary Regiment, which had a tradition of summing up experience after the war. The sergeant majors were mostly experienced veterans who served after learning the Mecklenburg military codes. They are the junior officers of the army, the executors who can truly perfectly convey the strategic intent of the commander, and many nobles are very puzzled by the fact that Arold often summons these junior sergeant majors after the end of the war to sum up his experience. In the eyes of the Germanic aristocracy, the strategic intentions did not need to be known to those below. Otherwise, God knows whether they will defect and tell the enemy military secrets. However, Arold's soul came from the Celestial Empire of later generations, and he knew that only by letting the junior officers know what they should do could they perfectly execute their strategic intentions. What's more, grass-roots officers only grasp a part of the strategic objectives, rather than looking at the overall situation.

"I think the main responsibility for the failure of this siege is the poor preparation of the Duke of Able." John Berg said straight to the point, hearing that the other sergeant majors in the tent here raised their eyebrows, and directly attacked the Duke of Abel in front of Arrod, this courage is really not small, you must know that now Arold is the sister-in-law of Duke Ebel, if Arold kills John Berg in anger, it will be wronged, but when the sergeant major quietly looked at Arrod, they found that the Count of Mecklenburg was holding the wooden table with both hands, staring intently at the rudimentary map of the city of Fort Sleysug drawn on a roll of parchment on the wooden tableThere was no sign of anger at all, and this map was secretly drawn by Arold's monks during the interval between the wars, and although it was a little rough, it was very important.

"That said, the Vikings were brave." Sir Ron believed that in the later period, when the knights on foot climbed the city walls, they were also suppressed by the Viking warriors, which can only explain that the combat power is inferior.

"No, if it weren't for the mishandling of the scheduling, we wouldn't have missed the opportunity to keep the elite pressed up when the Mason knights occupied a foothold, at least we already occupied a section of the city wall by this time." Arold said on a matter-of-fact basis, the warplanes on the battlefield were fleeting, and Duke Abel's mishandling caused him to miss the opportunity for victory, and Arold stretched out his finger and pointed to the stronghold of the wall on the east side of the parchment, where one of Duke Abel's barons was killed.

"Lord Earl, isn't there a good way to deal with the Viking warriors of Shileisug Castle?" Sir Ron asked Arrod.

"I'm not worried about the Viking warriors at Schleisug Castle, it's only a matter of time before they will be besieged by so many soldiers, but I'm worried about whether the Danish king on Sealand will come to the rescue with an army." Arold's thinking is not in one city and one place, he is in the next big game of chess, besieging Schleisug Fort is just to lure the Danish king to come to the rescue, if he can take Schleisug Fort in one fell swoop, of course, it is the best, thousands of soldiers in the castle is better than sleeping in the wild, in this era of lack of medical care and medicine, gathering so many soldiers is easy to have a large-scale infectious disease, thinking of here Arold realized an important thing.

"Lord Earl, Lord Lord Ebel's personal attendant has come and wants to invite him in?" At that moment, Harun lifted the curtain of the tent and walked in, reporting to Arrod that the rain was drifting in through the cracks in the curtain, and there was a loud sound of heavy rain falling outside, and a thin mist of rain rose outside the tent.

"It's raining so hard?" John Berg glanced curiously outside, in such a heavy rain to send his personal attendants, Duke Abel was probably also restless.

"Let him in." Arold rolled up the parchment and gave it to the monk beside him, so that the monk could keep the parchment, and then let the personal attendant of Lord Abel in.

"Your Excellency Lord Count Mecklenburg, I have been ordered by Lord Duke Abel to come and meet with Lord Duke." When the attendant walked in, soaked in the rain and covered in mud on his legs, he said as he saluted Arrod breathlessly.

"Oh, Harlan gave him a glass of hot wine to warm up." Arold hurriedly asked Harlan to scoop a few spoonfuls of the ale from the tongs pot set up on the campfire outside the tent, put it in the wine glass, and handed it to the dutiful attendant, so that he could drink it to warm his body.

"Oh, thank you, Lord Earl." The Duke of Abel's personal attendant gratefully took the glass and drank the hot wine inside, there was nothing better than drinking a glass of hot wine in this cold weather, and when the hot malt wine was in his stomach, his body was immediately warm and comfortable. (To be continued......)