Harold clenched the spear in his hand and stretched the spear forward as far as possible, his eyes were fixed on a Slavic warrior with his back to him, in order to make the crotch mount faster, Harold kicked the crotch horse with the iron spur in his heel, and the sore war horse spread its hooves and ran desperately, his mind was thinking about how to kill or capture a Slavic nobleman in order to earn military merit, and his muscles had already formed a conditioned reflex under strict training to know how to act.

"Boom~~~." The cavalry of the squire regiment is like a hot knife cutting butter, cutting the formation of the originally thick Slavs, the infantry against the cavalry has a certain psychological weakness, the neighing and roaring of the war horses and the condescending spear thrust of the cavalry will cause panic in the infantry, but the nobles among the Slavs immediately adjusted their deployment after the initial panic, and constantly inspired the Slavs around them, in order to stabilize the position, these nobles in excellent armor even had to step forward against the cavalry of the squire regiment.

"Warriors, do not be afraid, the gods of heaven are watching over us." Armed with battle axes and shields, these Slavic nobles squeezed in from the infantry, and they were usually covered in heavy leather armor or armor decorated with iron plates, and because of the well-nourished relationships that made the Slavic nobles look strong, the other soldiers would generally try to avoid these noble warriors.

"It's a noble warrior." But the Slavic nobles were astonished to see that the cavalry of the squire regiment not only did not flinch, but as if they were attracted to them, several eyes were focused on them, and the gaze was like the tender roast suckling pig that the nobles had seen at a dinner party.

"What's the matter with these guys, go and call your knights, we don't like you lowly oh~~~." Before the proud Slavic nobles could finish their sarcastic words, the cavalry of the squire regiment urged their horses to rush towards the proud noble warriors like a chicken blood, and in an instant, the cavalry of the squire regiment that had been scattered everywhere gathered like a wolf pack hunting to besiege the Slavic nobles.

"Ah~~~." At this time, the cavalry of the squire regiment only saw these Slavic nobles in fine armor, although the Slavic nobles were skilled in combat, but these cavalry of the squire regiment were crazy, even if they were knocked off their horses, they did not hesitate to rush towards the Slavic nobles.

"Kill a nobleman and get a lord, three lands, a house and servants." A squire born from a family was knocked off his horse, but fortunately the horse had stopped running at this time, and if he fell down during the run, he was likely to break his neck and die, so he was able to get up from the ground, but he just got up from the ground and was covered with dust and just shook his head, and then joined the attack on the Slavic nobles, and kept muttering something.

"Are these Germanic people crazy?" The Slavic nobles used their swords to hold the spears of the horses stabbed by the squires on foot, and they instinctively sensed the madness of the squires, and they were familiar with the feeling of hunting in the autumn, only this time they felt like they were the prey of a pack of hounds.

The madness of the cavalry of the squire regiment intuitively made the ordinary Slavic soldiers dodge one after another, not to mention the attack, it was enough to make them frightened to see those red-eyed squires and the irascible war horses under their crotches, not to mention that these crazy Germans were looking for trouble with the noble warriors who were invincible on weekdays, and everyone had only one life on the battlefield, so there was a situation where the Slavs who went to the cavalry of the squire regiment scattered in a hurry, which made people laugh and cry.

While the cavalry of the squire regiment continued to attack the Slavs from the periphery, the soldiers of the Mecklenburg phalanx, who had been surrounded by regiments, also began to attack, and their spears in their hands were divided into several squads under the leadership of an old German mercenary, like a big wriggling hedgehog erecting its sharp thorns to poke at the serpent that swallowed itself, and the fierce Prince Ward guards wielded their battle axes like hedgehog stingers, spreading a terrifying atmosphere among the Slavs.

"Kang Tuoyi, you lost." Arold watched as the formation of the originally thick Slavs fell apart under the action of internal and external forces, and the Slavic conscripts could not bear the cruelty of this war and began to abandon their weapons and flee, while the Slavic nobles who could have prevented them were either killed or entangled and had no time to care.

"It can't be, it's a scam." Kang Tuoyi also realized that his army was on the verge of collapse, and in any case, he did not understand that his number was much larger than that of Arrod, and he had succeeded in surrounding Arold's army, but those Mecklenburg pikemen were like steel cast, and they did not surrender or break up in any case, and their morale was so high that Kang Tuoyi did not expect, and he had the impression that only noble-born warriors would maintain a strong will to fight because of their bloodline and tradition.

"Hehe, Kang Tuoyi surrender, I'll give you a decent home." Arold's voice came from the iron lion mask, and behind him, the knight of the inner palace held high the black lion heraldic flag, and in the wind, the black lion heraldic banner showed off its might, as if it was about to devour Kang Tuoyi and his companions, but looking at the scene in front of him, Kang Tuoyi felt familiar.

"In the darkness a great shadow was approaching Mecklenburg, and the shadow looked like a big cat, and the crows were attacked by the big cats and flew away or were killed, and blood and feathers were scattered all over the ground, and I saw flags falling from the top of the castle, and bald people singing praises, oh blood, blood pouring in like the sea~~~~~~." Kang Tuoyi's mind came to the prophet and his prophecy, and he looked at the black lion flag fluttering in front of him in amazement, and listened to the screams of the Slavs, and the blood was indeed sprinkled all over the land of the Great Emirate of Mecklenburg.

The battle of Watergast came to an end, Kang Tuoyi led 3,000 men and horses and Arcold, Count of Mecklenburg, fought a solid battle on the small plain, to everyone's surprise, Kang Tuoyi did not win, at the beginning Kang Tuoyi surrounded the infantry corps of Mecklenburg, but the Slav army was like swallowing a stone with indigestion after surrounding the phalanx of pikes, and could not break the phalanx of the Mecklenburg corps at all, The Slavs were defeated by a heavy cavalry force led by Arold from behind, and later survivors said that the scene was like hell on earth, and that the hated Germanic people with the curse rarely left prisoners, even those Slavic nobles, until they were too weak to wield their weapons.

"Huh, why did the gods forsake us?" Scarred and tired, he rode on his horse on the road to Watergastburg, behind him was a group of defeated and dejected remnants of the defeated army, and even the few remaining Slavic nobles were looking for an opportunity to leave, believing that they were gone, and that it would be better to flee back to their territory to escape the impending storm.

"The lord is back, open the gates." The guards of Watergassteburg looked at the scene in amazement, the three thousand troops who set out from Watergassteburg in the morning were less than a thousand people left, and many of the proud nobles and lords who rode tall horses were missing, and the guards hurriedly lowered the city gate and brought in their lords.

"Lord Earl, Contoyi has fled back to Watergastburg." Covered in mud but with a satisfied smile on his face, Baron Ron fell from his horse during a charge, but thanks to the excellent armor on his body and the desperate rescue of several squire cavalry, he survived.

"Don't worry, let the soldiers have a good rest, we are going to surround Fort Watergast, hiss~~~." Arold touched his right shoulder, and in the fight with Kang Tuoyi, his right shoulder was actually stabbed with a sword, but the armor hanging on the shoulder resisted the blade, so the shoulder was only slightly injured, and a battlefield doctor was helping Arold to bandage the wound.

"Yes, we have lost a lot in this battle." Baron Ron took off his helmet in his hand, he looked around the battlefield, the corpses of the Mecklenburgers and the corpses of Mrs. Watgastes were stacked on top of each other, and after a hard battle, the Mecklenburg regiment counted the number of people, and only six hundred and forty-six men were left to continue the battle.

"Did Ted catch the nomadic cavalry?" Arold asked, he was very curious about the erratic group of nomadic cavalry, in the battle with Kang Tuoyi, those nomadic cavalry were forced by Ted's javelin cavalry from afar, they were not like the javelin cavalry, anyway, they were hanging far away, seeing Kang Tuoyi's army was defeated, they would not even run away.

"I'm sorry Earl, but those abominable cavalrymen are like rabbits burrowing into the bushes." Ted's shoulder was wounded, but he held on to the battle, and the Javelinees, encouraged by him, wanted to seek revenge on the strange cavalry, but when the strange cavalry fled, they were as helpless as if they were throwing their fists into the air.

The victory at the Battle of Watergast gave Arold's Mecklenburg Legion a temporary advantage, but at the same time it dealt a devastating blow to the enemy, the Mecklenburg Legion also suffered heavy losses, and while Arold was fighting in Watergast, he did not know that his old nest Mecklenburg was undergoing the most severe test ever, a large Pomeranian army invaded the land of Mecklenburg, and the cunning Pomeranian Grand Chieftain took advantage of Arold's expedition to attack the defense-empty Mecklenburg.

"Your Royal Highness Princess Josie, our intelligence indicates that the Pomeranian army has entered the neighboring country, and they will soon be on our border." Harvey stood in front of Princess Josie and reported to the mistress of the castle.

"How many soldiers do we have recruited now?" Princess Josie's brow furrowed, but in this moment of crisis, the princess of Mason was calm and composed, and rallied the courtiers of Mecklenburg around her.

"Seven hundred mercenaries and a hundred Viking warriors from the Isles of Sealand have arrived in port, and there are quite a few of Mecklenburg's men who can fight, about a thousand, but they are farmers who can only hold straw forks." Brother Elvet reports to Princess Josie.

"I thought my husband had taken away all the men in the realm who could fight, but I didn't expect there to be a thousand more." Princess Josie was relieved to hear Brother Elvet's words, at least the territory was not as empty as she had imagined.

"This is because Arold trusts only professional soldiers who have been trained for a long time, and he never dismisses the peasant soldiers who are drafted, preferring to put them to work in the fields." Harvey shrugged her shoulders and said with a big grin, but her behavior made the maids around Princess Josie very dissatisfied, they had all heard of Harvey's special relationship with Arrod, but seeing Harvey acting like this, they took it for granted that Harvey was demonstrating to Princess Josie, the mistress of the castle.

"Harvey's spy chief, please pay attention to court etiquette, in the absence of the lord, Her Royal Highness the princess will be your monarch." Princess Josie's personal maid stepped forward and scolded Harvey.

"Oh? I forgot. The corners of Harvey's mouth smiled slightly, she crossed her arms and looked at the maid who still looked indifferent, the atmosphere in the conference hall suddenly became solemn, and Brother Elvet, the palace minister, frowned, not knowing whether he should get involved in this strange dispute, and the other courtiers Dylan. Matt and Soros were even less qualified to intervene, and the chamber suddenly became deadly silent.

"Well, you are not qualified to speak at this meeting of the courtiers, go down." Princess Josie's wise eyes scanned her surroundings, and a friendly smile appeared on her face, but she quickly straightened up and addressed the maid beside her.

"Yes." The lady-in-waiting curtsy to the princess and then stepped back and left the conference hall, but she couldn't help but glare at Harvey as she walked past him, and Harvey just smiled faintly and didn't care.

"Your Royal Highness, the only thing we can do now is to think that Brother St. Jom will ask for help and ask them to send religious knights to help us protect the castle." Brother Elvet addressed Princess Josie in order to break the awkward atmosphere.

"Friars of St. Jom, will the monks help us?" Princess Josie listened to Brother Elvet's words and involuntarily sat up straight, she almost forgot that there was such a force in Mecklenburg, which was also the reason why Arold rarely mentioned it, I don't know if it was intentional or unintentional.

"No, we can't bring those monks in." Harvey was fiercely opposed at this time, and her opinion made everyone wonder why Harvey suddenly objected in the face of the threat of the Pomeranian army, any force was helpful.

"Why the Spy Chief? Aren't we lacking the help of the knights now? Princess Josie's brow furrowed, and her little white hand was slightly curled.

"Because, because those people are unreliable." Harvey hesitated at this time, she couldn't tell everyone that when she was playing in bed with Arrod, Arold told her that she didn't trust those monks at all, and that Arold had always been very repulsive and wary of the religious power, but this could not convince the other courtiers.

"This reason is not convincing to the subjects." Princess Josie shook her head slightly, she could tolerate Harvey's rudeness to herself, because for the sake of the overall situation and for the sake of Mecklenburg, she must have this measure as the hostess, so she will ignore Harvey's provocation, but if it threatens the safety of Mecklenburg, then Princess Josie will not back down.

"Yes, Harvey, you have to come up with enough reasons why the monk is unreliable." Brother Elvet also turned to Harvey.

"I~~~." Harvey was speechless, her chest rising and falling violently, and Princess Josie looked at the undulating chest with a pang of annoyance.

"Well, it's settled, go and send someone to ask for help from the Friars of St. Jom." R1152