From the dark window of the house, the arrows of crossbow arrows were revealed, emitting a little cold light in the reflection of the moonlight, it was obvious that Lord Alger and his men had been surrounded, and the nomadic warriors looked at their leader, if they insisted on breaking through the encirclement, they would surely suffer countless casualties, at this time Lord Alger made an unexpected move, he jumped down from his horse and raised his hand.

"Don't attack us, we surrender." Lord Alger spoke in a Germanic language, and as an experienced warrior, he knew many languages and the customs of the tribes.

"Lord Harvey, be careful, it's a trap." Others reminded Harvey.

"Surrender? You are now our captive. Harvey walked out unmoved and said to Master Alger.

"Yes, but if we resist now, the Grand Pomeranian chieftain outside will know about the trap you've set, won't they?" Of course, Lord Alger knew the idea of these Germans, it was like setting a trap and trying to catch a deer, but he was trampled on by a rabbit.

"What are you going to do?" Harvey narrowed his eyes, and the old man seemed to have something to say.

"I'm willing to surrender, but we shouldn't be treated as prisoners, but as mercenaries." Master Alger said to Harvey.

The Grand Chief of Pomerania outside Mecklenburg waited patiently, but when Lord Alger and his people rushed into the castle, they lost the news, and if it was a trap, they should have heard shouts of killing, but they did not react as if they had been swallowed up by the dark gates, just as the Great Chief was about to lose his patience. Suddenly, a nomadic warrior on horseback ran out of the gates, raised his hand to his mouth, and then blew a whistle that pierced the silent night sky.

"Got it, rush." The Grand Chief of Pomerania rejoiced, and he raised his scepter and pointed at Mecklenburg, and immediately his army rushed to the gates, for the nobles had warned the soldiers in advance to keep quiet, so there was only footsteps and the occasional coughing.

"How's that going on with Lord Alger?" The Pomeranian army walked through the narrow streets of Guò in the direction of the inner city, but at this moment the Grand Chief of Pomerania saw that Lord Alger and his people were standing not far in front, so he asked the other man, but Lord Alger looked at him coldly and did not speak.

"Ping~~~." Just as the Grand Chief of Pomerania was wondering, a large number of Mecklenburg soldiers rushed out from both sides of Lord Alger and his people, carrying horses made of pointed wooden stakes, and they put them on the road with a pingping sound to obstruct the route of the Pomeranian march.

"What's going on? Ah, I see, you traitor. The Grand Chief of Pomerania was astonished at the sight of the Mecklenburg soldiers, but then he reacted that he had fallen into the trap of the enemy, but he did not understand why the always obedient Lord Alger had suddenly betrayed him.

"Whoosh~~~." At this time, the windows of the buildings on both sides of the road opened, and from the windows shot crossbows like flying locusts, which hardly needed to be aimed, and the Pomeranians who had gathered in the narrow streets fell one after another.

"Rush, rush." The Grand Chief of Pomerania waved the scepter in his hand and urged his soldiers to rush over, knowing that the Mecklenburgers were weak, even like lions who had fallen into a trap, and that they could break free from the fragile net if they struggled, but it depended on whether the blow with all his might would work.

"Kill~~~." The Pomeranians also understood at this time that in this moment of crisis, the only way to survive was to break through the siege of the Mecklenburgs, and the Mecklenburgs tried their best to keep this army in the trap, and the two sides immediately fought again in the city.

"Why don't you shoot their big chief?" Harvey stood in the attic of a house facing the street, and she scolded a sharpshooter dissatisfied, through the window, the sharpshooter had aimed his crossbow at the great chief on horseback, but because the light was too dark and the big chief moved his position, and even the surrounding noise and fighting sounded the sharpshooter's performance, as a result, the crossbow bolt grazed the side of the big chief and shot a Pomeranian soldier in the head, a blood splash splashed the soldier and the soldier fell to the ground limply, but it was of no use to the whole situation.

"I'm sorry, Lord Harvey." The marksman apologized that there were very few such crossbowmen in the entire crossbowmen, but they still lacked actual combat experience and made their on-the-spot performance unfavorable.

"Alright, concentrate on taking out their nobles first." Harvey saw that this was already the case, and the only way to do this was for the marksman to choose the next target, and the Pomeranian nobles were too easy to tell, and these proud nobles were dressed in brightly colored armor and had colorful bird feathers stuck in their helmets.

"Get around the side, quick, uh~~~." A Pomeranian nobleman was on a horse, surrounded by his own soldiers, these stupid peasants would only run away without the command of the noble, but at the stall of the Pomeranian nobleman's command, suddenly a crossbow bolt pierced his neck, and the body of the Pomeranian nobleman fell from the other side as if it was bent.

"What's going on?" The Grand Chief of Pomerania looked at the fallen nobleman beside him, and he felt a trace of fear and hurriedly jumped off his warhorse, but this action caused the disdain of the other vassal nobles, as a nobleman who considered himself to be of noble blood, he should not wear clay boots in war under any circumstances. But the cunning Pomeranian chief was right in his judgment, and only by mixing in the crowd on foot would he not be hit by the marksman, and the nobles who stubbornly rode on their horses and exposed themselves to the enemy were shot and fell off their horses one by one.

"I can't find the Grand Chief of Pomerania." The marksman was sweating, and although the Mecklenburg soldiers lit the torches on the walls, it was difficult to find them in the dim light if the enemy jumped off their horses, and the dutiful marksman poked as far as he could through the window to find the number one target.

"Whoosh~~~."

"Ah~~~." But an arrow flew out of the crowd and struck the marksman in the eye, and the marksman rolled down from the window with a scream, and his body fell to the eaves of the second floor with a bang, and then rolled to the ground and did not move.

"There, take someone to kill the enemy inside." The Grand Chief of Pomerania tossed his bow to the nearby soldiers, and then ordered the other nobles. R1152