The drums of war rumbled, the flags hunted, on the central plain of Rostock, when spring and summer were at the turn of time, it was a good time for flowers and plants to flourish, but the sound of the blades on this plain, and the sound of the war drums were full of scarcity, and three armies of soldiers and horses were drawn from the north, south and west, each of which was not less than a thousand people, of which the west and south two armies entered the plain and merged to camp in one place, and the army in the north did not show weakness and also camped and fortified strongly.

"Bilis and his vassals." Marty stood outside the camp and looked at the enemy line on the other side, which contained some heraldic flags that she was familiar with, but now she was going to fight against them.

"Don't worry, they're only a little more numerous, and Julian has been attacking them all winter, and their soldiers are tired." Arold wears a helmet with three colors of bird feathers, and a full set of plate armor including breastplates, gauntlets, and leg armor attached by leather bands, which make a clicking sound when he walks.

"The armor is good, the latest style?" Marty couldn't help but glance at Arrod, this kind of armor is indeed more powerful than chain mail, and she wants to ask how it was made, but Marty also knows very well that this must be Arold's military secret.

"Ah, plate armor, but it's technically half plate armor, my thighs only cover the front, but that's enough." Arold was pleased with Newman and Orn's elaborate set of plate armor, but to his dismay, the armor was really not suitable for mass production, as it would use up all his iron stocks and equip less than a company of men. Therefore, Arold could only settle for the next best thing and reinvent the ancient Roman human wire drawing machine, which was greatly mass-produced for the manufacture of chain mail.

"What's the matter with your soldiers? Are they all? Marty looked back at Arrod's soldiers, and asked in a strange tone, quiet, Arold's soldiers were too quiet, they were just silently busy with their own work, digging trenches outside the camp under the leadership of their superiors, and sticking pointed wooden stakes into the ground, while Marty's men were jubilant like a pack of raging beasts. They were shirtless and brandished battle axes. Shouted yelling in the direction of Bilis, and there were people who drank and urinated.

"Ha, you're a man, but I'm afraid they'll cut off their heads before the war starts." Arold looked at the soldiers who were almost out of control. Shaking his head and said to Marty.

"They have their own measure. These fighters are already veterans of several battles. What's in your hands? Marty saw Arold take a long brass pipe from his squire, and he placed it on his right eye and aimed it at Bilis's camp.

"Single-hole telescope, it looks like Biliss is doing pre-war mobilization." Arold looked through the single-hole telescope for a long time. Biliss stood on an ale barrel, surrounded by soldiers and vassals, and Biliss seemed to be trying his best to assure them of something.

"Let me see." Marty snatched the binoculars and looked at them like Arrod, the first sight frightened her almost without throwing away the telescope in her hand, but at such a distance she could be like in front of herself, "What kind of magic is this?" The gods are above. ”

"You've converted to the Holy Religion, don't talk about your past gods."

"I'm sorry, old habit." Marty shrugged his shoulders and said, when he got used to it, he found this kind of single-hole telescope very convenient, showing the number and morale of the enemy at a glance.

"It's just some techniques, the techniques of the ancient Greeks." Arold looked at the cheers from the other side, as if they had already won the battle, this was Arold's first field battle, and with more than 1,000 men on both sides, it could be regarded as a medium-sized battle.

"You do have a lot of tricks, but they are all practical, do you sell this thing?" Marty put down the binoculars in his hand, and returned it to Arrod with some reluctance, Zhiduoxing or the fox in Marty's heart.

"If you don't sell it, it's a big trouble to spread it, and as an ally, when the cooperation between our two sides deepens, you can consider giving it away." Arold put away the single-hole telescope and handed it to his squire, and at that moment the opposite camp of Bilisi rumbled to the sound of war drums, and the vassals mounted their horses and waved their banners, followed by their own clan soldiers, who trotted behind their leader, and the sound of shields, spears, and arrows on thousands of people could be heard far and wide.

"Here they are, get ready, Lord Earl." Marty had a solemn expression on his face when he saw Bilis's departure from the camp, and she shook her long red hair, and took the helmet from her retinue, which had nose guards, and the top of the helmet was decorated with small wings, and another attendant brought a white steed.

"Come on, Bilis, let me see what you're up to." Arold also mounted with the help of his own attendants, and before the battle, as nobles and commanders of both sides, they were to come forward and have a decent meeting in the center of the position.

"Weller's warriors set off." Marty drew his sword, waved it in a heroic manner, and called out to the Slavs in his camp, and rushed out of the camp with a shout at the orders of his leader, and they lined up in a horizontal formation to confront them.

Marty and Arold rode to the center of the opposing position with a flag-bearing attendant, while Bilis, dressed in small golden metal armor, rode a corn-colored war horse and his own flag-carrying retinue to the center of the position, and the two stopped at the place where they were about to meet.

"Marty, long time no see." Bilis looked at his niece, dressed in military uniform, as if he were at a family banquet.

"Die, you usurper, kiss-loving beast." Marty turned his face sideways and spat on the ground, his eyebrows furrowed, he cursed, if it weren't for the rules, she really wanted to stab Bilis to death right now.

"I have no choice, but I have no ill will towards you, Marty, you are not my opponent, give up, you can become my vassal, I will pardon you for the crime of resisting me." Billis said to Marty in a tone of pity.

"Never." Marty gritted her teeth, her eyes almost bursting into flames, and the war horse under her crotch was strangled.

"Even if you join forces with this Germanic people, you are not my opponent, my people are battle-hardened warriors, don't let the blood of the Slavs flow in vain, we should join forces to deal with the invading Germans." Billis continued to persuade Marty without giving up.

"Lord Bilis, it's useless to talk more, when you instigated the Rostock chieftain to attack me, you already had your eyes on this county, and if the Rostock chief knew about it, I am afraid that he would die." Arold held the saddle in his hand and said to Billis, who looked like he was winning, with a smile in his hand.

"Don't listen to the instigations of these Germanic people, they are all pagan villains." Biliss had no intention of talking to Arjod at all, and he said to Marty.

"I also joined Catholicism, and from now on I have nothing to do with you and your God." Marty took the silver cross pendant from his neck and showed it to Billis, who saw that Billis's face became very ugly.

"Hu, then you can only cleanse the apostate with blood." Bilis turned his horse's head and rode in the direction of his own army, and Arold held out his hand and shook at him, but at this moment Marty came to Arold's side.

"Get your men out of the camp and start beating them right away, what are they doing?" Marty whispered and anxiously to Arrod.

"It's because I haven't given the order yet, Array." Arold straightened up, nodded to the little attendant beside him, and said.

The little squire immediately stood up from his horse, raised the black lion banner of Arold in his hand, waved it vigorously several times, and suddenly the sound of a copper whistle sounded in the camp behind, the rhythmic beating of the small drum sounded, and a neat line of soldiers stepped on the drums and walked out of the camp slowly, the people on the whole battlefield had never seen such a way of fighting, and they looked at the Germanic soldiers holding high the spears like a forest. (To be continued......)