"Ah~~." The men's rough shouts of killing echoed near the gatehouse, and the people outside tried to rush in, and the people inside desperately pushed the enemy out.

"Woo~~." A low-ranking Bavarian noble swordsman was pushed by the crowd and rushed into the entrance building, his leather boots stepped on the collapsed wooden door, the wooden door jumped like a seesaw, and the noble swordsman quickly stabilized his body balance.

"Christ is above." After the noble swordsman stabilized his body balance, when he focused on the plot in front of him, he couldn't help but call out the name of Christ. At the junction of the narrow city gate and the street, the ground was covered with human corpses, smoke and dust lingered in front of me, and Bavarians and Mecklenburgers covered in blood scuffled together.

"Rush~~~, support the lords." The military governor who led the team shouted among the Bavarian swordsmen, and with his shout, the swordsmen clenched the sword in their right hand, held the pointed shield in front of them, and pushed forward like a moving wall, in an attempt to destroy the spear formation of the Mecklenburgers with this dense tactic.

"Ping Pong~~." Just as a long time ago, in the Battle of the Peloponnese, the swordsmen broke into the middle of the spear formation under the cover of shields, and the extra-long spears were not as agile as the swords, and the Bavarian swordsmen who broke into the formation swung their swords and slashed the Mecklenburgers in front of them to the ground.

"Abandon the gun in the front row and use the sword." Just as the Bavarian noble swordsmen were ecstatic and swung their swords to kill in all directions, the sergeant majors in the phalanx of Mecklenburg's pikes suddenly shouted, these junior officers were at the forefront of the battle, so they quickly judged and made corresponding moves, and the pikemen in the first row gave up the heavy spears in their hands and drew their swords, chopping axes and nail hammers at their waists.

Arold stood on the tower, his eyes fixed on the battle at the gates. Although the Bavarian swordsmen invested and caused losses to the Mecklenburg pikemen, it did not bring greater results to the battle, but Arold mobilized the soldiers of the Mason nobles from both sides, causing the Bavarians to break through the gate building on three sides.

The Duke of Bavaria's clenched fist crackled at the joints. He didn't expect that these northerners would be so difficult, a border fort built by himself would one day become a stumbling block for himself, and what was worse was that this border fort was built very strongly, except for the city gate, which was not cast with iron, all other sections of the city wall were solid rock hewn into stones, and piled up by the hands of the stonemasons' union.

"Hu~~." Thinking of this, the Duke of Bavaria was furious. He suddenly turned around and strode to the rear, and as he passed by one of the horsemen, he snatched the horsewhip from the horseman's hand, much to the astonishment of the others.

"Those damned Mecklenburgers, you must humiliate them." In the besieging camp, the baron, who was originally in charge of garrisoning the border fort, was foaming at the mouth of the other nobles.

He stood with his back to the Duke of Bavaria, while the other nobles who had listened to his bragging. Already seeing the angry Duke of Bavaria, they hurriedly took a few steps back. He took off his helmet and bowed, but the baron looked dazed.

"Ping~~." The Duke of Bavaria kicked him to the ground, and then the whip slammed into the Baron's face, while the Baron of the Frontier covered his face, curled up on the ground, and wailed. The people around him did not dare to intercede or leave, so they could only stand there in embarrassment, watching the Duke vent the anger in his heart.

"It's all you idiot who has caused me to lose so many warriors." Finally, when the Duke of Bavaria was tired. The others hurriedly went over to support him, comforting the thunderous old man.

The sky gradually darkened, and as the retreat horn sounded in the camp of the Duke of Bavaria, the Bavarian soldiers who were fighting on the front line finally breathed a sigh of relief, and they were exhausted and supported each other to withdraw from the gatehouse, and the surviving knights also quickly turned their horses and left, and they urged their crotch mounts to knock away their companions behind them and flee to their camp.

"Blow the horn of the charge." However, Arold did not intend to let them go like this, and he immediately ordered to the attendants beside him.

"Woo, woo, woo~~~." Soon, a trumpeter on the tower, wearing a wide-brimmed iron helmet and a Mecklenburg heraldic smock, picked up a horn with a square Mecklenburg flag on it, and he puffed out his cheeks and blew it vigorously, and the sound of the horn spread over the battlefield.

"Oooh." When the Mecklenburg soldiers heard this, they suddenly became excited, and every time they heard the trumpet of the charge, they knew that victory was already theirs, and even though they were physically and mentally exhausted, they still rushed towards the Bavarians.

On the contrary, the Bavarians heard the horn of their own retreat, even if they didn't want to admit it, but they knew in their hearts that they must have lost, otherwise those knights would not have fled quickly with horses, there are many factors that determine victory or defeat on the battlefield, and the morale of soldiers in the era of cold weapons is absolutely very important. Immediately after seeing the frenzied assault of the Mecklenburgers, they became even more panicked, and they could have retreated in an orderly manner under the leadership of their respective company commanders, but now it has become a great escape.

"Well, let me go first."

"Don't squeeze, damn brute." The crowded Bavarians, huddled together at the narrow gatehouse, pushed each other, and everyone wanted to leave first, but it became a situation where no one could leave, and the Mecklenburgers took the opportunity to cover up from the rear.

"Lord Duke, damn the Mecklenburgers attacked our soldiers while we were retreating, many were killed or wounded, and many more became prisoners." The military governor, who was lucky enough to leave first, returned to the Duke of Mecklenburg with a disgraced face, and he bowed his head to report to the Duke.

"These, barbarians who don't talk about the rules of war." The nobles around the Duke of Bavaria cursed angrily, but when they dealt with the Italians, they didn't pay much attention to the rules, but now it's their turn, but they are angry, probably this is the virtue of the Europaans!

"Lord Duke, don't worry, your vassals have not been mobilized yet, as long as all the vassals are mobilized, this little bit of people in Mecklenburg will be burned like straw." The military governor of the Duke of Bavaria straightened his back, and he said to the Duke of Bavaria with great confidence that although their attack on the fortress was frustrated, they actually had an advantage in numbers, and as long as they surrounded the Mecklenburgers in the fortress and mobilized a large army to besiege them, the victory would eventually belong to them.

"No, my lord, I have decided to accept your previous offer." The Duke of Bavaria's slightly closed eyes suddenly opened, and he looked at what his military governor said to him, which made the military governor stunned.

"Lord Duke, are you talking about that proposal?"

"Send emissaries to the Mecklenburgers and ask for peace talks." The Duke of Bavaria said to his military governor.

"What? Lord Duke, at this time to propose peace talks? The military governor and many nobles were astonished, and they felt that the duke's proposal for peace talks after the defeat was a kind of self-deprecation, but the Duke of Bavaria was particularly adamant.

"This is my order." The Duke of Bavaria was at last angry, and he roared to his men, and under the Duke's authority, the nobles had to bow and agree, and they rushed out of the Duke's tent, grumbling to each other.

"Now that you've done what you wanted, tell your plan, you venom-spewing snake." When his men had left the tent, the Duke of Bavaria suddenly spoke into an unobtrusive corner of the tent.

"Soso." Suddenly, in the direction of the tapestry, there was a sound, and a figure came out from behind the tapestry, and when he walked to the candlelight, it was like a ghost of hell returning to the world, revealing his ugly figure, and a red birthmark squirmed a few times.

"Wise choice, my Lord Duke." Dressed in a gray monk's robe, he folded his hands in his sleeves, bowed to the Duke of Bavaria, and said that he was Brother Robert, Arold's nemesis. (To be continued......)