When night fell, even the moon was obscured in dark clouds, and the border fort and the Bavarian camp were pitch black, but at this moment many ropes were lowered from above the walls of the border fort, and one after another, people carefully climbed down from the top of the wall.

"Soso." The men, who had climbed down from the city walls, immediately bent down and gathered very carefully, and then headed towards the southeast corner of the Bavarian camp, led by Count Ron, who was dressed in civilian clothes.

"Shh Walking in the trenches, it is inevitable that because of the rough terrain, stepping on the dead wood branches makes a slight crackling sound, even if the sound is so small that it is almost imperceptible, but Earl Ron still frowned and shouted at the soldiers who made the sound.

"Ugh." The Mason soldier quickly stood with bated breath and looked in all directions, but fortunately no one noticed.

Seeing that he had not attracted the attention of the enemy, Count Ron led this group of twenty Masons, including Baron Reims, who advocated a night raid, and Baron Fred, who wanted to protect Earl Ron, and the others were low-ranking gentry and experienced warriors.

They sneaked up on the night to get close to the Bavarian camp, and as they were about to approach the Bavarian camp, they could finally hear the Bavarian soldiers in the camp, the Bavarian soldiers talking to each other about the weather and today's bad food, at this time Count Ron unconsciously reached out and wiped his forehead, he knew that he had to be more careful now.

Eberhard sat outside his tent, the bonfire in front of him was burning and crackling, he looked up at the border fort where only shadows remained, and during the day he saw the Mecklenburgers on the city walls, and the Mecklenburgers with crossbows were patrolling vigilantly, and Eberhard wanted to go over to him and ask to meet Arold himself, to show him his attitude. But the Duke always found all sorts of reasons. He couldn't be separated, and as long as Eberhard was around, the Duke looked sick.

"My lord, please drink some broth!" A duke's personal guard brought Eberhard broth and entertained the first heir with hospitality.

"When did the Duke fall ill?" Eberhard took the broth. He asked as he ate.

"Yesterday was fine, you know that the Duke has always been in good health, and even at this age, from time to time he will let the women in the camp warm the bed, and sometimes I wonder if I can still have this kind of body when I am old." The duke's guard took off his iron helmet, put it at his feet, and said to Eberhard with a smile.

"Haha." Eberhard also laughed, and the Bavarians were not afraid of such topics. It is even considered to be a symbol of a man's courage, especially if the object is an old man.

"Maybe you're too tired?" The duke's guard said jokingly.

"No way, he's ~~~." Eberhard wiped his mouth and was about to retort when he heard a strange sound from the southeast corner, although it was only a small sound for a moment, but Eberhard instinctively stood up.

"What's wrong?" When the duke's guards saw Eberhard's appearance, they also quickly stood up. Look in the direction Eberhard was looking.

"Bring me my sword." Eberhard turned his head and shouted at his personal guard.

Eberhard's personal guard immediately gave him the sword. As a great nobleman, the personal guards were responsible for guarding the heavy sword.

"Brush." Eberhard immediately drew his sword and threw the delicate sharkskin scabbard on the ground, and the duke's guards frowned and immediately drew their own weapons.

"Ping Pong~~." Suddenly, from the southeast of the camp, the sound of weapons clashing sounded. and screams of killing.

"It's an attack, my lord." The duke's guard licked his lips, it was clear that the enemy had launched a night attack on the southeast of the camp, which was the weakest point of the entire camp.

"Enemy attack, enemy attack." Soon. Warnings sounded in the camp, and the resting soldiers heard the fighting, and they rushed out of their tents and ran towards the place where there was a noise, but under the dark night sky, it was impossible to judge exactly where it was, and the camp became a mess.

"Kill~~." Count Ron wielded his sword, the first to stain the blood of the enemy, and stabbed a drunken Bavarian soldier leaning against the fence and made him lie flat on the ground without making a sound, a perfect attack.

However, when they rushed into the camp, they were confronted by a group of Bavarian soldiers patrolling, and they were exposed.

"Leave the others alone, rush towards the Duke's tent, and set fire as much as you can." Count Ron's swordsmanship was top-notch, he had been Arrod's bodyguard, and his aim was to assassinate the Duke of Bavaria, or at least to disturb the Bavarian camp.

Just when they were attacking a hundred meters away from the tent of the Duke of Bavaria, they encountered a real opponent, a nobleman with a strong physique and extraordinary bearing blocked the way, and the guards around him were also brightly armored, and it could be seen that this nobleman was very status.

"Bell~~." Earl Ron's sword stabbed at him, but he was nimble enough to dodge it, and was blocked by the nobles from below, and their clashing swords splashed sparks in the friction, and the darkness of the night sky became dazzling.

"Count Ron, we've made a success, it's time to leave." At this time, in the midst of the scuffle, Baron Lance shouted at Earl Ron.

"Count Ron?" Hearing Lance's voice, the nobleman who was fighting against Count Ron was stunned and withdrew his sword.

"Success?" Hearing Lance's words, Count Ron was also stunned, he never thought that he could really complete the task, but Lance's words made him excited again.

Taking advantage of the moment when the nobles who were fighting against him were stunned, Count Ron hurriedly turned back to the way he had come, and the Masons covered him to break out of the encirclement, and the darkness and chaos covered their whereabouts, and many Bavarians had just woken up from their sleep, not knowing what had happened.

"Are they Mecklenburgers? Don't chase it anymore. "It was Eberhard who fought Count Ron, and he immediately stopped the pursuit of the soldiers, after all, it was impossible to kill a vassal of the Duke of Mecklenburg in order to make peace.

"What?" The Bavarian soldiers were surprised, but they could not help but obey Eberhard's orders.

"Lord Eberhard, it's not good." At this time, another duke's personal guard reported to Ebehard.

"What's wrong?"

"Lord Duke, Lord Duke is injured." (To be continued......)