Three days after the bloodbath in the monastery, a border battle unfolding appeared to have nothing to do with the tragedy on the side of a river, between Danes on tall Nordic horses, fur-covered armor, and shields and battle axes. On the other side were the Bavarian soldiers, who used traditional pointed-bottom shields and sharp-edged spears, who, under the command of the nobles, rushed at the Danish cavalry that had encroached on their territory.

"Ahhh~~." The Danish war lords wielded their battle axes, they had been following Count Yves all along, and the Bavarian nobles fled everywhere they went, so in order to collect grain, the Danes and the Teutonic knights split their forces into two lines, and decided to meet at the border fort where Arold was, of course, in order to synchronize their actions, the two armies mixed with each other's men.

"It's really strange, how did these people escape?" The Teutonic knight Hader was puzzled, and he swung his sword to block the tip of a spear that stretched out in front of him, there was no real estate of the nobleman, but these Bavarians seemed to have been waiting here for a long time, and when the Danish cavalry tried to pass harmlessly, Bavaria surged out of the woods.

"Ha, this is war, I've had enough of those cowardly farmers for a long time." The Danish war lord fought heartily, his eyes still have the religious rituals of the Viking tribes, and the black dye is used to paint the black circles under his eyes, making the eyes more deep and terrifying, although he still has a cross pendant around his neck, but the past customs have not been easily changed.

"Is that their aristocrat?" The Teutonic knight Hader saw from his horse. Behind the Bavarians, who were equally numerous, two men wore fully enclosed helmets topped with red and blue bird feathers. Two nobles were dressed in chain mail and gauntlets, their horses were covered in velvet, and an attendant held a strange banner aloft in the eyes of Hadr, who was born into a nobleman, a strange family, with a lion stabbed in the heart by a sword under a blue stripe.

"It's really gorgeous, it must be worth a lot of money!" The Danish War Lord licked his lips. The predatory Danes, seeing such gorgeous armor, couldn't help but move their hearts.

"Be careful, are these people crazy?" Hader controls his warhorse. Knocking an emaciated Bavarian to the ground, he knew very well how terrible the Danes were in the hearts of the southerners, but the Bavarians acted as if they had been forced to attack them.

"Oh." Suddenly, someone screamed. It was a Danish cavalryman. He was surrounded by the Bavarians, and when he slashed a Bavarian to death with a tomahawk, the tomahawk got stuck in the gap between the Bavarians' shoulder bones, and the other Bavarians took advantage of the opportunity to rush up and drag him off his horse and hit him with heavy objects such as mallets in their hands.

"Huh, damn it." Seeing the dead and wounded of his men, the Danish war lord could not bear it anymore. Every Danish cavalryman was his people, and his own people died at the hands of the lowly Bavarians. Angering him, he roared and gathered his clansmen around him.

"Boom~~~." The assembled five or six Danish tomahawk cavalry, using the most skilled tactics of the Vikings, formed a team side by side, with round shields in front of them, marching together, completely cavalry version of the Nordic shield wall, tall horses and hideous Danes rushed towards the Bavarian nobles, and the Danish war lords were very clever in planning to capture the thief and capture the king first.

"Ah~~." Seeing the Danish cavalry charging at the two nobles who were commanding the battle, the Bavarians who stood between them saw this and fled in panic.

"Phew." When one of the Bavarian nobles saw the approaching Danes, he immediately turned his horse's head and retreated, but strangely his companion remained where he was, as if he refused to admit defeat.

"Whew." The Bavarian nobleman, who refused to retreat, completely angered the Danish war lord, his face contorted, his head bowed and his tomahawk clenched in his hand, and his eyes were only the nobleman wearing the shiny armor.

"Ping~~." There is no suspense that the Danes crashed headlong into the Bavarian nobles, and the war horse under the nobleman's crotch was frightened and neighed wildly, but the two legs of the nobleman were inserted and could not be moved, this kind of foot armor and leg armor were made into one, and bolted to both sides of the war horse, in order to facilitate the rider's action, only when riding a horse, the legs and feet were inserted whole, and they were not taken off on weekdays, so that when fighting on a shaking war horse, they would not be easily thrown off the horse.

"Kill." The Danish war lord unceremoniously chopped the tomahawk in his hand, the tomahawk slashed on the gorgeous armor, the chain mail could not withstand it no matter how precise it was, the nobleman in the helmet snorted, the Danish war lord seemed to be able to hear the sound of broken ribs, and he must have broken ribs inserted into the internal organs.

"Oh poof~~." Sure enough, a spray of blood mixed with internal organ fragments oozed from the helmet, and the Bavarian nobleman hung his head, his hands hung down at his sides, and his body sat strangely crooked on his horse.

"Hmm, it's dead, wow~~." The Danish war lord looked at his battle axe, he felt that this was the strangest thing since his conquest, a Bavarian nobleman died inexplicably, whether this was brave or stupid, he looked at the war horse when he missed the other party, but the simple-minded Danes, thinking that they had won, raised their weapons in their hands and cheered loudly.

The Bavarians retreating from the battlefield supported each other and fled into the woods, including a Bavarian nobleman, who rode into the forest on horseback, and when he reached out and took off his fully enclosed helmet, revealing a young face, who was the eldest son of the Duke of Bavaria, Lord Eberhard, why did he wear a helmet that covered his face.

"Whew." Eberhard heard the cheers of the Danes behind him, on the mudflats outside the dense forest, and tears flowed involuntarily.

"My lord, we've done our job." The squire carrying the strange banner said excitedly to Eberhard.

"Release the families of the combat soldiers and order them not to talk nonsense." Eberhard put his helmet back on and said to the squire.

"Yes, sir." The attendant hurriedly agreed, and at the same time looked at Eberhard, and then asked, "My lord, do you need anything else?" ”

"Take me to church, even if it's a small chanting center." Eberhard said in a deep voice.

"Okay, there's a baron's manor in front of you, and there must be a chanting room in his house." The squire said to Eberhard.

"Take me there." Feeling physically and mentally exhausted, Eberhard nodded and walked towards the baron's estate.

The baron's manor was dominated by the cultivation of grain, and outside the fortress-like manor was a large field of wheat, and the serfs had no idea of the battle that was taking place not far away, and they worked in rags and clothes for their master, the baron.

"Lord Eberhard, being able to entertain you here really makes me and my family shine." The balding baron, in his forties, respectfully greeted Eberhard's arrival.

"Do you have a chanting room here?" Eberhard ignored the baron's courtesy, even though the baron brought out his wife and daughter, who were wearing heavy makeup, and constantly tried to attract the great nobleman's favor.

"Yes, here." The baron's wife hurriedly spoke to Eberhard, and she impatiently stepped forward to take Eberhard's arm, who struggled to pull it out.

Guided by the baron's wife, Eberhard made his way to the manor's chanting room, a room that could only accommodate one person, with a silver-plated cross on a wooden table, a wooden platform and cushions for confession below, and a whip hanging on the side wall.

"Whipping?" Eberhard looked around, and he saw the whip, although most people only used it as decoration, after all, not everyone had masochistic tendencies. (To be continued......)