Baron Fred withdrew from the border of Mecklenburg with his army, but the others were confused, they just watched Baron Fred leave with his own private soldiers and levies, and some private soldiers left by the nobles asked Baron Fred, but how could Baron Fred dare to explain casually at this time, he just vaguely said that the nobles were drunk.

"These old men." The nobleman's private soldier muttered dissatisfiedly, but he also knew that no one could do anything about the nobles' willfulness, so they could only watch Baron Fred and his men leave, complaining about their bad luck.

"When is this going to be?" The other levies looked for shady places to rest, and envied the nobility of the village for delicious food and good wine.

"Look, something doesn't seem right in the village!" Suddenly, someone stood up, stretched out his hand in the direction of the village, and sure enough, he saw smoke rising from the village, and faintly flames could be seen.

"It's a fire, God, it's a fire." The soldiers brought by the Mason nobles were noisy, they panicked, these soldiers who were brought to the border of Mecklenburg did not know what they had to do, no one told them whether to fight or make peace with Mecklenburg, and not to mention that the large number of conscripts was nothing more than tenant farmers of the nobility, and compulsory enlistment was only an obligation to the landlords.

"Fight the fire." The only thing that worries about the safety of the nobles is their family private soldiers, who desperately run towards the village, trying to put out the fire and save their master.

"Whoosh~~~." But as the nobles' privateers approached the village, they suddenly shot crossbows from the village, like locusts.

"Ah~." The privates in leather armor and iron-inlaid cloth armor could not resist the crossbows, and the crossbows that pierced through the iron armor pierced their rudimentary armor without hindrance, and the privates were completely unaware of the attack, and they hurriedly retreated. He tried to go back and get his shield, but in the process, several people were shot.

"Boom~~~." Just as the privates were desperately retreating, the roar of horses' hooves sounded from both sides, and they were surprised to see Arrod's cavalry rushing towards them.

"We've been attacked, damn it." It was only then that the privates realized that something was wrong, and it was clear that they had been lured away from the group. Received a surprise attack without a general.

"Fight them, damn guys." The privates clenched their weapons and encouraged each other in the face of the rushing cavalry, and they formed two infantry formations, close together to defend themselves against the cavalry charge.

"Whoosh~~~." The arrows fell on the top of their heads again, and the cavalrymen in simple armor clamped their legs, and they actually relied on their two legs to control the war horses to turn, and the two hands that were free bent bows and arrows, and a wave of arrows flew above the heads of the private soldiers.

"Shooting arrows?" The privates were dumbfounded. Those who had fought in the war between Mecklenburg and Bavaria immediately recognized that these were the Eastern European archers under Arold.

"It's the archers, find the archers, find the archers to fight back." The only ones who could deal with the cavalry archers were the archers, but at this point they needed to risk the arrows above their heads to turn the archers around.

"Which nobles' soldiers have been attacked, and what are we going to do?" Nothing like this had ever happened to the levies, who had no one to direct them, but a group of peasants with their hoes down. I don't know what to do.

"I really shouldn't have come to war." Some of the conscripts felt creepy when they saw the noble private soldiers who had been shot dead by the Mecklenburg cavalry. Fear spreads among the levies.

"What about archers? Wow. The aristocratic private soldier was shot in the throat in a scream, blood gushing from his mouth and nose, and he fell to his knees and choked to death by his own blood.

"Quick, grab your bow and arrow and shoot back." The archers of the Mason nobility, at the urging of the captain, arrived wearing long-eared leather hats. They were only defended by cloth armor and coarse linen clothing, but they were at least hunters in the nobles' domains, who allowed them to hunt in their own territories because they could be called up as archers in times of war.

"Whoosh." The archers lined up in two columns and fired arrows at the Mecklenburg archers. However, the moving cavalry was difficult to hit, and even worse, the arrows they fired attracted the attention of the cavalry.

"Boom~." The Mecklenburg archers put away their bows, put them behind their backs, drew the sabers that Arrodep had given them from their waists, and charged straight at them.

"Oops." Seeing that those archers chose to fight in close combat, the archers were surprised and overwhelmed, the brave among them continued to shoot arrows in their hands, and the cowardly ones had already thrown away their bows and turned to flee, but the speed of the war horses was so fast, like lightning rushed into the middle of the archers, a sound of ping-pong sounded, and the sharp sabers cut the archers who dared to resist in half like chopping melons and vegetables.

"Run, run." Old Pete grabbed his neighbor's hand and fled into the forest in a hurry, while many people were still watching, some thought they were outnumbered, and some thought they could fight with the Mecklenburgers.

"Old Pete, why are we running away? Are you all still in the same place? The brown-bearded neighbor asked curiously.

"Don't dream, we must have lost this war, haven't we seen that the nobles and private soldiers who can command the battle have been killed? What's the use of a tree with broken roots, no matter how big it is? "Although the elder Pete was not born into a nobleman and did not know much about military affairs, he knew by his experience and experience that there was no chance to win the war.

"Huh?" The brown-bearded neighbor's mouth opened in surprise, and he looked behind him in confusion, and the last thing that caught his eye was the Mecklenburg cavalry charging at the levies outside the forest.

The shouts and screams rang out incessantly, and poured into the ears of the two fleeing men, it seemed that the conscripts had been in disarray, and at this time the war was a one-sided hunt, and the attacked conscripts did not know how to deal with it, neither the nobles pushed them into a dense formation, nor the nobles commanded them to move towards that goal, they were like a group of frightened beasts, only instinctively scattered and fled.

"How's it going?" Arold watched the commotion outside the village, his cavalry fanned into the Mason levies, Lord Alger's nomadic warriors, skillfully picked up ropes and threw them out like horses to capture the rout, and there were also clever nomadic warriors who took out useful sticks and rushed over from their horses to knock the rout unconscious, as to whether they were really faint or dead was up to God's will.

"I guess I can capture a lot of labor." Little Sean, the attendant beside Arrod, said. (To be continued.) )