The troops of the Principality of Mason, according to Arold's orders, dug two trenches outside the castle of Lauzitz in three days, and the troops of the Duchy of Mason were stationed between these two trenches, and then they cut down the forest trees outside the castle, and made these trees into two pointed wooden stakes, and inserted these sharp wooden stakes into the mounds of earth excavated in the trenches and piled them on the central terrace, and then Arold pushed his side van to various strategic points on the platform, like arrow towers hiding crossbowmen, In the process, no one dared to go out of the city to attack, and there was nothing they could do to see the trenches besieging them being erected little by little.

"It's finally under siege, but I hate sleeping in the open the air." The Count of Weimar took a sip of the wine glass in his hand, which contained the captured wine of the Duke of Bohemia, which was originally hidden in the cellar of the castle of the Count of Lauzitz, and was cheaper than the three vassals.

"Yes, if Bohemia had held on to his faith, I'm afraid we would have stayed for a long time." The Count of Thuringia and the Count of Weimar stood side by side, and the platform formed by the soil of the trench was about twenty feet higher than the ground, even if the Bohemians in the castle rushed out, it would increase the difficulty because of the counterattack, thinking of this, the Count of Thuringia really admired Arrod's cleverness, so young to fight but there were endless tricks, but the Count of Thuringia was still a little worried, the siege of the castle, especially the strong castle built by such a large aristocratic family for generations, was not about whose strength was stronger, whose warriors were more, The defenders and besiegers compete with patience. It was a battle of perseverance to see who could be defeated in the boring siege, and it seems that the Duke of Bohemia was well aware of his superiority and had to use his time to defeat his enemies.

"Once upon a time there was a woman with skin and bones,

Of course, you've never heard of such a woman:

A qiē happened on a certain day,

The lady went to church to pray.

When she came to the church steps,

She paused for a little rest;

When she came to the church cemetery,

She heard the groans of hell so loud.

When she came to the door of the church,

She paused and took a little rest;

When she entered the church,

The pastor is praying against vanity and sin.

Look up. Look down.

She saw a dead man lying on the ground;

From his nose to his chin,

Maggots crawl out,

Maggots creep in.

Then she said to the pastor,

Will I be like this when I die?

Oh. Yes!

Oh. Yes. The pastor said,

This is what you will become when you die. ”

Suddenly, from the camp where the soldiers were stationed, a woman's singing, though not very sweet, sounded. But the lyrics are evocative with a certain meaning, and it is by no means the elegant words of the nobles in the court, but with a certain rude market atmosphere, the Count of Weimar and the Count of Thuringia turned their heads to look over, only to see that there were prostitutes/prostitutes gathered in the camp, to their surprise that Arold did not like to bring people other than soldiers in the army, but this time it was beyond everyone's expectations, Arold not only brought all the military prostitutes/prostitutes of the Bohemian baggage camp Hu Zong, Even the merchants were not pulled down, and the merchants and prostitutes/prostitutes were placed in a special area, and Arold allowed the soldiers to work in three shifts where to buy goods and have fun.

"Arrod, why did you let those military prostitutes/prostitutes come with you, this doesn't look like your style?" Yves strode open Arrod's tent and walked in to ask Arrod, who was taking off his armor with the help of his personal attendants.

"Any questions?" Arold took off his gauntlet, which was perfectly protected, but if he didn't put a sleeve or other lining on his arm, the muscles of his arm would be worn out, he asked Yves with a smile.

"But we are on a sacred battlefield, and it is probably not appropriate to bring merchants and prostitutes/prostitutes to the battlefield." Yves looked at Arrod's unhurried appearance, but scratched the back of his head, and said with some hesitation, who makes Arold always have amazing behaviors.

"There's nothing wrong with it, it's a siege, it's morale on both sides, and too much tension will break our soldiers, so don't you fall into the trap of the Bohemians? Besides, don't you hear the singing outside the tent and the laughter of the soldiers? Arold waved his hand disapprovingly, and explained to Yves with a smile that he already had the confidence and majesty of the superior in his gestures.

"Ah, I'll just say you must have your own reasoning." Yves relaxed after listening to Arrod's explanation, and a smile appeared on his face, he was not a nobleman who was intrigue, Arold knew that this was not for Yves to ask, but was instructed by others, and the person who instructed was none other than their father, Baron Wendell, and the three vassals.

Any nobleman of Europa would not have thought of such a siege method if he wanted to break his head, and the merchants with the army went in and out of the camp of the Principality of Mason's Noble Alliance, and the soldiers of the Principality of Mason's Noble Alliance Army took out their captured booty and traded it here, exchanged for coins and then went to the prostitute/women's camp to buy pleasure or wine, and this place soon became like a pile of meat in the summer to attract the merchants who smelled the smell of money in the surrounding territory, and they came here in droves to do business, The contrast between the thousands of soldiers, whose business is not encountered on a normal day, is particularly strong in the bustling atmosphere outside Lauzitz Castle and the melancholy inside Lauzitz Castle.

"My lord, I have fought all my life and have never seen anyone like this." The Count of Thuringia watched a group of wandering jugglers dressed in yellow clowns perform around the market, causing applause from the people around them, and Arold also wore civilian clothes, accompanied by the knights of the Inner Palace, took out the money from his money bag and threw it to these wonderful jugglers, and it was very interesting to watch the clowns in the market compete with the people.

"I haven't seen it either, but there's no denying that they won't want to let my soldiers go home now." The Count of Weimar laughed and clapped his hands and said, "It is true that the peasants in their army can only enjoy the excitement for a moment during the harvest festival, and watch the performance of the unskilled jugglers in the country, but now in the army they can enjoy the festive pleasure with satisfaction.

Time passed little by little, and the outside of the castle became more and more prosperous, and it was almost possible to establish a small town, but the Bohemians inside the castle were having a hard time, their reinforcements were far away, but the food in the castle granary was rapidly being consumed, and there were already soldiers hungry, watching the people outside the castle eat and drink, and they could also watch various performances, and the Bohemians watching on the city walls gradually became numb from the beginning of every day's swearing, not because they didn't want to curse but in order to save their bodies, they could only watch.

"Lord Arrod is really a whimsy." Julian looked at the prosperity outside the castle, and said with a wry smile in his heart, the food supply in the castle has begun to be limited, if he wasn't more familiar with Primo and Count Otata, I'm afraid he would have been stopped from food supply a long time ago, but when he climbed the city wall and passed through a small alley, he saw hungry soldiers hunting rats, if it weren't for the Duke of Bohemia's strict order not to slaughter war horses, I'm afraid that those cavalry war horses would also be slaughtered by hungry infantry, However, it is difficult to say how long this kind of order can be controlled.

"What the hell are the Masons thinking, let the messenger send out an invitation to fight, and fight with us happily." The Duke of Bohemia, like a mad lion, roared at Count Otta in the room of the tower, his hair was disheveled and pale, and he had already lost his noble demeanor under the successive blows.

"It's useless my duke, they don't care about us at all." The Count of Otta had no choice but to report to the Duke of Bohemia.

"How much food is left?" The Duke of Bohemia gasped and sat down on a chair on which he collapsed weakly and asked a crucial question.

"Save on eating and last for half a month at most." Count Otta said. (To be continued......)