Count Ron stood on the watchtower, he saw a group of reinforcements entering the camp of the Bavarian siege troops, and couldn't help frowning, although the Duke of Mecklenburg Arold used the Danes to scare the Duke of Bavaria, but at the same time he was also taking a great risk, if the Duke of Bavaria made up his mind to put them to death, then the assembled Bavarian army would inevitably destroy this border fortress.

"Lord Earl, their number has increased." Baron Fred stood beside Earl Ron, a local nobleman of Mason who was now desperately on Arrod's side, but being besieged in the fortress made his heart beat a drum in his heart.

"What happened to the Mason nobles?" Count Ron asked, turning his head.

"It's not very stable, they're all scumbags who see the wind and rudder, especially Baron Lance, tsk." Baron Fred looked through the lookout hole and saw that the Bavarians had blocked the border fortress, while Arold was just waiting patiently, but different voices rang out among the Mason nobles who followed Arryd, who regarded Arold as a sign of weakness and incompetence.

"What did they say?" Count Ron squinted his eyes and looked at the castle behind him, and those brainless Mason nobles dared to question his duke, which made Count Ron feel very annoyed.

"Nothing? It's just that huddled in the fortress was a sign of weakness to the Bavarians or something. Baron Fred shrugged his shoulders, he sensed Count Ron's anger, and had to speak truthfully.

"Weak, damn thing, a bunch of guys who were scared and trembling by the peasants with pitchforks in their hands, how dare they question the courage of the Duke." Hearing Baron Fred's words, Count Ron finally couldn't help but scold, and mercilessly brought Baron Fred in. Then he turned and walked towards the place where the Mason nobles had gathered.

The camp of the Mason nobles was arranged in the Frontier Fort, in a hut near the stables to the south, which was originally the bakery of the Frontier Fort, where the soldiers of the Mason nobles were stationed, and which was also a temporary meeting place for the Mason nobles. The tower of Arrod's residence was guarded by Mecklenburg soldiers, after all, Arold would not be comfortable putting his safety in the hands of outsiders.

"Ping~~." The wooden door of the hut was pushed open. The light shone into the hut, and the Mason nobles gathered by the fire pit raised their heads and looked in the direction of the door, only to see the figure of Count Ron appear.

"Heh, it's quite a whole thing." Count Ron stood at the doorway, looking at these Mason nobles, and without the slightest fear, he strode in, squeezed one of the Mason nobles away from the fire, and sat down with a big grin.

"Lord Ron." Baron Lance sat in the back seat. His face changed slightly, but he was not angry at Count Ron's recklessness, after all, the Mecklenburgers in the fortress were the majority.

"Ladies and gentlemen, don't worry, please keep talking! Leave me alone. Count Ron stretched out his hand to bake the fire next to the fire, and he said to the surrounding Mason nobles in a relaxed tone, but at this time, the Mason nobles in the room, you look at me, I look at you. No one dared to speak, and suddenly the atmosphere became strange.

"Hmm." Baron Fred at this time. He also quietly walked into the house, he was very worried about the safety of Earl Ron.

"Why, are you talking about something shady about you?" Count Ron's gaze sharpened, his gaze swept around, and he retracted one hand and rested it on the hilt of his sword at his waist.

"Lord Count Ron. Things are not what you think. Baron Lance hurriedly explained.

"Oh?" Count Ron looked at Baron Lance with suspicion.

"Ahem, in fact, we found a flaw in the Bavarian camp the other day." Baron Lance coughed softly and said, all the Mason nobles know that the Mecklenburgers are powerful, and no one wants to provoke the Mecklenburgers at this time.

"Flaws?" Baron Lance's words were beyond Count Ron's expectations. He asked, confused.

"Yes, the Bavarians change their guard at night in the southeast corner, which is far away from us, so their defense is very lax." Another Mason nobleman hurriedly said.

"Indeed, we have carefully discussed that if we sneak up there at night, we will inevitably inflict heavy damage on the Bavarians." Baron Lance added.

"How is that possible?" Count Ron scoffed, he absolutely didn't believe that if there was really a flaw, Arrod, Duke of Mecklenburg, would definitely find out, that young man who was not missing anything was simply Count Ron's idol.

In the hall of the lord, Count Ron stood in front of Arrod, who was sitting behind the wooden table eating at this time, he listened to Count Ron's report while eating, and when Count Ron finished speaking, Arold picked up a napkin and wiped the corners of his mouth.

"Actually, I found out about this a long time ago." Arold leaned back in his wooden chair and said to Earl Ron.

"Oh, sure enough, I said that the Duke couldn't have been unaware." Hearing Arold's words, Count Ron breathed a sigh of relief, and he didn't know why he was so nervous about such a trivial matter.

"Although it is far from the fortress, the trenches dug by the enemy themselves in the middle of the way, as well as the terrain conditions, will definitely not be discovered if they attack at night." Arold stretched out his right hand and raised his index finger to Count Ron.

"Well, that means a night attack is possible." Count Ron stepped forward excitedly, and he clenched his fists and said.

"Theoretically, yes, but." Arrod frowned and slammed his mouth.

"But what?" Count Ron asked, puzzled.

"But would the enemy be so careless? Our opponent is the experienced Duke of Bavaria, will he sell us such a glaring flaw? Arjord stood up and paced beside the wooden table.

"You mean, it's a trap set by the Duke?" Count Ron suddenly realized, and he nodded in admiration.

"So, we don't have to take any risks, just wait for my brother and them~." Arjord said to Count Ron.

"Understood." Count Ron bowed to Arrod and respectfully exited the hall of the lord.

"How? Did the Duke agree? When Earl Ron walked out of the hall, the nobles of Mason, who had been waiting outside, gathered around and asked.

"Well, the Duke thinks it's a trap, so we're still holding out." Count Ron glanced at the Mason nobles and told Arold what he had decided.

"Hey~~." The Mason nobles walked away disappointed, shaking their heads in disdain for Arrod's decision.

"What do you think, Lord Ron?" At this time, only Baron Lance did not go away, he still stood in front of Count Ron and said.

"The Duke has decided, and we just have to obey the order." Count Ron said impatiently.

"That's it? Staying here? Doing nothing, Lord Count Ron, don't you have any intention of giving it a try? Baron Lance tilted his head and looked at Count Ron.

"I am a vassal of the Duke, and I will obey the orders of the Lord." Count Ron didn't know why, his heart was depressed, and he strode away angrily, but Baron Lance was in hot pursuit.

"Lord Earl, we Masons are going to take a risk and gamble, but we have one less leader."

"What do you mean?" Count Ron turned his head and looked at Baron Lance in surprise.

"Tonight, you lead us to attack the enemy's flaws, and do not use the Mecklenburg legions, so that the Duke will not say anything!" Baron Lance blinked and said to Count Ron.

"The Duke won't allow it." Earl Ron's head shook like a rattle, and he knew very well how his position had come about.

"Don't you want to make a difference? Know what people think of you? Baron Lance said defiantly.

"How?" Earl Ron's eyes widened at the boss and asked.

"An earl who rises by nepotism, not his true skills." Baron Lance said with a sneer.

"Bastard." Count Ron grabbed Lance by the collar and lifted him almost to his feet. (To be continued......)