The low roar like spring thunder sounded in the west of the rebels, and the surprised leader Lu Sien turned his head from his horse to look, only to see a black line appear on the horizon in his eyes, and a flag was reflected in the eyes of the rebels, Lu Sien quickly stood up from his mount, stretched out his left hand and put it on his eyes.

"Black lion coat of arms, this is the flag of the Count of Mecklenburg, how could they be so fast?" Lu Sien's face was shocked when he saw the flying black lion heraldic flag, his plan was based on the fact that the Mecklenburgers had no time to support, you must know that in this era it is not easy to march and fight, bad muddy roads, and heavy and slow pack horse caravans carrying supplies, all of which will limit the speed of the Mecklenburg army, but now the Mecklenburg army appeared in front of them.

"Lord Count, Willleburg is under attack by the rebels." The squires of the squire said to Arold, who carried the Earl's banner on his shoulders, and these squires wore uniform semi-enclosed round helmets, with open and closed masks to cover their mouths and chins, and looked a bit like later rugby players, wearing a short shirt and chain mail with a black lion coat of arms on the outside, indicating their subordinate status to Arold, usually a squire regimental cavalry had short shirt chain mail and helmet, and the weapons were a horse spear, a pointed shield, and a sharp sabre, In fact, this set of equipment was still relatively expensive in this era, but Arold was still able to pay for these equipment and weapons with the wealth accumulated from several wars and the forging technology of the Mecklenburg smelting base.

"Deal with them before it gets dark." Arold glanced contemptuously at the chaotic rebel camp, these rebels were nothing more than a rabble in his eyes, when a hundred cavalry led by Arold appeared in front of them, the panic and noise of the rebels could be heard for miles away, and the appearance of a hundred cavalry was a very rare thing in this era. Only when the Magyars of the eastern steppes swept through Europa like a storm, the endless cavalry fought the other tribes only to retreat in castles or fortresses.

"Yes, Lord Count." The squire regiment obeyed Arold's orders, and as a medium-sized cavalry unit, it paid special attention to the cavalry formation in its training, and several war horses marched together like an impregnable wall, and the erected horse pistols stood high like a forest. And the squires of these squires did not shout the family battle horn like the knights, nor did they shout and neigh like the javelin cavalry, they were as quiet as the scenery in winter, only the roar of the hooves of the war horses under their crotches trampling the earth.

"The cavalry of the Lusin Mecklenburg is coming, what shall we do?" The Slavic nobles in the rebel camp were in disarray, and they grabbed Lu Sien and pulled his cloak and asked loudly.

"What else can be done, immediately withdraw the soldiers, let the resting soldiers pick up their spears and form two lines of defense, to stop the cavalry from rushing into the camp." Lu Sien only felt that his back was soaked. The pressure on him from more than a hundred cavalry was enormous, and looking at the cavalry line that was pushed over like a mountain wall, he could only do his best to save the decline, but now in his hands in a hurry, there were only more than a hundred soldiers who had been tired from a day of siege, and the rest of the rested soldiers were preparing to attack the city under the city of Willeburg, and the high-speed maneuver of the cavalry would not wait for him to withdraw the people again.

"The cavalry of the squire regiment is on the left flank, the knights of the inner palace and I are assaulting from the middle, and the javelinmen are beating on the flank of the right flank." Arold clamped his legs between his hips and the war horse. He stared closely at the rebels wriggling like ants in the open space in front of him, and quickly ordered the attendants beside him. When the squire heard this, he immediately raised the banner of Arold and waved the flag, and the captains of the knights and javelinmen of the inner palace kept an eye on the flag, and when they saw the movement of the flag, they understood it, and led their respective teams to attack according to the deployment.

"Grazi~~~~, Grazi~~~." Twenty knights of Arrod's inner palace clenched their pistols, which were longer than the other cavalrymen, and let out a battle cry from their helmets. Their carbines, made not by ordinary weaponsmiths, but under the guidance of carpenters and master weapons, and of course under the guidance of Arrod, were made of tough wood with a pointed tip and a gradual thickening back. In the grip of the hand there is a round gauntlet, the tail end of which occupies a quarter of the full length of the carbine, so that the knight can hold the tail end under the armpit when charging.

"Javelinmen, give these guys some color." Ted, the captain of the javelin cavalry, waved the saber in his hand and said to his companions, they were wearing lighter leather armor and a deerskin tied around their shoulders, as if to say that they were light and dexterous, and the javelinmen roared and rushed from the right flank to the position of a hundred paces in front of the rebels, at this time the rebels had already sent arrows out of the camp in twos and threes, but the javelinmen were not afraid but laughed loudly, because they knew that the rebels could not withstand the pressure of the cavalry deterrence and released arrows, It's just a weak girl, and when she is about to be crushed to the ground by a strong man, she throws a few punches that don't hurt.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh~~~~." Most of the Javelinmen were also Slavs, but they had converted to Catholicism in Mecklenburg, and Arold did not discriminate against them because of their ancestry, and rewarded them equally when they made meritorious deeds, and punished them harshly when they made mistakes, so Arold was like a stern father to the Javelinmen.

And this time they will also strike the enemy mercilessly, because Julian, the former commander of the javelin cavalry, is besieged by these damned rebels, and the javelins shoot into the rebel ranks with a screaming sound that breaks through the air, these terrible javelins can easily break the strong iron armor, not to mention these ragged rebel farmers, the farmers who were soon hit did not even have a chance to snort, and died on the spot with javelins on their bodies, this terrible scene made others commotion.

"Great, it's the Earl and the Javelinmen who are here." Julian, who was fighting bloodily on the city wall, looked at the Mecklenburg cavalry roaring from the west, the corners of his eyes suddenly moistened, and he couldn't help but sound his glorious years when he looked at the heroic javelin cavalry. (To be continued......)