Baron Heyman led his sons to fight for a day, but still did not take the castle, although the walls of Göttingen Castle are not high, but it is an insurmountable height for the army of Duke Mason who lacks siege equipment, and the gate of the castle is made of thick iron bars, even if it is a team to attack the city gate, it is difficult to break through the city gate, and another failure makes Duke Mason feel very discouraged, at this time he looked at the Baron Heyman and the soldiers who were supporting each other and retreated, and he couldn't help but think of retreating.

"Father, don't be in a hurry, we can slowly besiege Göttingen Castle." Sir Able went up to Duke Mason, and when he saw his father's unkind face, he tried to comfort him.

"No, our men are getting weaker and weaker, and the Duke of Saxony is waiting for us to be weak, like a viper hiding in the grass, waiting for us to be at our weakest before attacking our weakness." Duke Mason shook his head, his brow tightly locked, his rich cloak and armor eclipsed, as if he were an exhausted old man.

"Father, I thought there was someone who could solve our predicament." Sir Able was very sad to see his father's old appearance, and then he suddenly thought of a man.

"Oh? Who is it? Your uncle, Count Lausitz? When we needed him, he was too late. Duke Mason watched as the castle was lit up with hundreds of torches, and the defenders of Göttingenburg were on guard, giving an unassailable pressure.

"Please summon Arrod, the second son of Sir Wendell, a young man with the title of Wisdom Star." Sir Able spoke solemnly to the Duke of Mason.

"A knight? can solve our dilemma. Duke Mason looked at his son suspiciously, and if it weren't for Sir Abel's serious look, he would have thought his son was joking at an inopportune time.

"That's right, he's also an ancient Roman military expert." Sir Abel added, and said earnestly to Duke Mason.

"Ancient Roman experts?" Duke Mason was even more sneering at this time, a hairy boy who didn't grow hair could understand what ancient Roman tactics, he shook his head and thought that his son was in a bad mood and told a joke, Sir Able wanted to say something more, but Duke Mason had already turned his head and left.

Night fell again, the nobles in the Duke's tent gathered again, this time the atmosphere was not as lively as the last time, the defeat of Baron Heyman made everyone see that Göttingenburg was difficult to overcome, when the Duke of Mason looked at the nobles, everyone lowered their heads, and no one dared to bravely meet the Duke's gaze.

"Who else wants to attack Göttingenburg." Duke Mason sat in his oak chair, his left elbow resting on the armrest, his hand resting on his forehead, and said to the nobles with a feeble voice.

The "......" disappointed Duke Mason, and there was silence in the tent without answering, and Duke Mason felt a little angry at the performance of his subordinates, and he slammed up from his seat.

"Is there no one who can deal with a castle? If anyone can conquer Göttingenburg, I will give him my title of count. The enraged Duke Mason finally offered his killer weapon, the title of an earl symbolized the possession of a large area of land for the nobles, as well as the legitimacy of their own descendants, not to mention that the Duke of Mason said in public, which avoided the duke's possible debt repayment after the war, and the nobles raised their heads when they heard the duke's words, with a warm and greedy look in their eyes.

"Lord Duke, please let me lead my men to attack." At this time, a burly nobleman came out, at first glance he was a good man who had been fighting all the year round, and after he did not say much to report to the Duke of Mason, he went out of the tent and ordered his family knights and soldiers to rush towards Göttingenburg, and met the arrows above his head, this burly nobleman took the lead, and fought more bravely than Baron Heyman, and soon he and his knights actually climbed the city wall, relying on their own strong force and chain mail protection, he pushed many of the defenders of the city wall off the wall with shields.

"Okay, good fight." Duke Mason led the other nobles to watch the battle, and saw his side climb the city wall, and the family heraldic banner representing the burly nobles was planted on the head of the city, and everyone almost cheered, and they were ready to send reinforcements to follow them to expand the victory, but at this time, the situation suddenly reversed, under the inner wall of the castle wall, the Count of Ullisi actually arranged a group of archers, and the archers rushed at the soldiers of Duke Mason who were crowded on the city wall. Duke Mason's men were shot almost easily with arrows, and the soldiers fell from the walls with screams, and Duke Mason's heart seemed to fall at the same time.

"God, we're losing again." The nobles saw that the burly nobleman who was in battle was full of arrows, and the defenders of the castle grabbed a knife and cut off his head, and the nobles of the Duchy of Mason, who were watching the battle, turned pale and muttered to themselves.

"Abel, that Zhiduoxing you said, call him here." Duke Mason didn't care much at this time, he just wanted to break through the damned Göttingenburg, and then grab the defending Count Ullisi and throw him into a stinking and cold dungeon to torture him to death.

"Yes, father." Ser Able nodded yes hurriedly, and turned around to find Arold in a hurry.

"Your Excellency the Duke, you call me." Arold dressed up and followed Sir Able to Duke Mason, who didn't say much but pointed to the towering castle in front of him, and said to Arold.

"How can I take the castle down?"

"This, Lord Duke, with our current strength, is really difficult." Arold thought that you couldn't attack so many of your men, but now he suddenly asked me, but after all, he was messing around under Duke Mason, so he had to answer.

"I heard that you are a wise star, how about as long as you can conquer the castle, I will give you one of my earl titles." Duke Mason also knows that there must be a brave man under the heavy reward, but most of the nobles under him are reckless, and they can't think of any good way except to attack, and several failed attacks have given a great blow to the morale of the soldiers, and if they continue to fail without the Duke of Saxony to lead the troops to attack, their soldiers will flee by night.

"Well, okay, but I have the conditions." Arold thought about it, he saw Sir Abel's expectant eyes, whether it was from rewarding or helping Sir Abel, he was a skilled otaku who also had to help Duke Mason, although he was a little dissatisfied with the Duke's indifference to his family, but now was the time for him Arold to show his skills.

"Lord Duke, you're not kidding, will such a hairy boy have a way to conquer the castle?" The other nobles scoffed, and they looked at Arrod with their heads held high, what a great feat it was to conquer a castle, and there was no other way to do it than to gather more soldiers, the stupid nobles took it for granted.

"Lord Arrod has a lot of knowledge of ancient Roman military affairs, and he will definitely be able to conquer the castle." At this time, Knight Stan stood on Arrod's side and said, only after Arrod's wonderful rejuvenation can he understand Arrod's mystery.

"That's right." Sir Able nodded, and General Ralph agreed.

"Boy, if you can conquer the castle, I, Baron Heyman, will be your most sincere friend from now on." At this time, the defeated Baron Heyman also stood up and said that he had lost a son and five or six illegitimate sons in the attack on the castle, so no one hated the castle more than him, but then he threatened Arrod and said, "However, if you dare to play tricks on us, my sons and I will definitely screw your head off." ”

"Of course, Lord Duke, I need you to agree to my terms." Arold looked at this variety of nobles with tears and laughter, helplessly thinking that he didn't kill his son himself.

"Okay, you say, as long as you can conquer the castle." Duke Mason nodded in agreement.

"I need your artisans, blacksmiths, and access to all your resources." Arold looked around at the nobles around him, and then said to Duke Mason, his tone confident and firm, and the smile on his face was unfathomable.

Under the orders of the Duke of Mason, ten craftsmen and ten blacksmiths and a hundred miscellaneous servants gathered in the camp, and they talked to each other about what the young nobleman standing in front of them wanted to do, only to see Arold holding a few copies of parchment, and there were pictures on the parchment with some data, of course, these data were only understood by Arold himself, and the only trouble was to convert the units of measurement inside into those that the Germans were familiar with, but although these craftsmen did not understand the basic physical principles, However, he was able to know how to make it from a practical point of view, and with the help of experience, craftsmen gradually understood what Arold wanted to do.

"Divide a hundred handymen into three groups, cut down the trees, cut off the branches and leaves, and let the remaining craftsmen prepare enough leather strips." Arold commanded the craftsmen and handymen, busy in the surrounding woods, one by one trees were cut down and fell, but fortunately, the medieval forest was dense, and there was no need to worry about wood.

"Lord Earl, what are the Masons doing?" From the city walls, Count Ulrichy and his lieutenants saw the Masons cutting down trees in a lively manner, and a sense of danger welled up in their hearts.

"They may make siege equipment again, I didn't expect them to have engineers, but it doesn't matter, it is impossible to make equipment to capture the city wall in less than a week, and the Duke of Saxony will already arrive with troops by then." Count Ulrichy held his hand to the battlement, and the cold, thick stone of the battlement reassured him, but was that really the case?