Before he entered the border fort, he saw the smoke reaching into the sky, the Duke of Bavaria gritted his teeth, he looked back at behind him, seventy-five Bavarian knights were following him in full armor, this is the most powerful army that the Duke has gathered in a short period of time, I don't know if it is inspired by the concentration of elites in Mecklenburg, the Duke of Bavaria did not carry a large number of inefficient peasant soldiers.

"The whole army marches in a hurry." The Duke of Bavaria wore a delicate high-topped helmet with a blue and gold woolen ribbon to signify the duke's noble status, and the chain mail on his body was a gift from the Milanese, and the smock on the outside of the chain mail was stamped with the duke's proud family coat of arms.

"Yes." Waving the swallowtail flags of their respective families, the Bavarian knights clanged their armor, and the flags of various bright colors were like waves, and the sound of horses' hooves was like rolling thunder.

"We burned the Bavarian fortress, I'm afraid the Duke of Bavaria will be furious!" If, riding on his horse, looked at his prosthetic leg, and said to Arrod, who was walking side by side, that Yves had joined Arold in the afternoon after the Mason nobles had left, and when he learned of the Mason nobles' actions, he was about to lead the cavalry in pursuit, but Arold stopped him.

"That's for sure, when I came to the Duchy of Bavaria, I saw a gorge, where we set up an ambush to entertain the Duke of Bavaria!" Arrod said nonchalantly.

The Europa would act recklessly when provoked, and it seemed that restraint and reason were the virtues of few people, and if the Duke of Bavaria pursued him in anger, Arold set up an ambush. Of course, if the Duke of Bavaria had stopped his actions, Arold would have been able to retreat.

"Crackle~~~." The Duke of Bavaria stood in front of the Frontier Fort, which by this time was in ruins. The ruins were devastated, the unburned beams crackled, and the charred wood collapsed with a thud.

"Arrod, what have you done, you stinky boy?" The Duke of Bavaria's head was in shambles, and he watched the fortress built by his ancestors look in disarray. The anger in his heart kept rising, and his chest rose and fell with his breath.

"Lord Duke, the Mecklenburgers have gone too far, and we should take revenge." The Bavarian knights were equally angry, and the proud knights found the humiliation unbearable.

"Revenge, revenge, for glory." The Bavarian knights raised their spears and swords in their hands, and the war horses under their crotches screamed in rhythm.

"Knights, follow me." The Duke of Bavaria looked around. Feeling that the military spirit was available, he nodded with satisfaction and kicked the war horse, heading in the direction of the retreat of the Mecklenburgers, and the knights hurriedly kicked the war horse with the spurs of their heels, and followed their monarch one after another.

"The Bavarians will certainly pass through here, keeping their crossbowmen on the sides to conceal them, and the pikemen blocking the gorge passes." Arold rode in front of the woods, and he kept giving orders. The crossbowmen climbed to the high posts on both sides with their crossbows on their backs, and the pikemen, led by the sergeant major, set up at the mouth of the gorge.

"See this formation. Will the Duke of Bavaria attack? Yves touched his beard, and he thought that perhaps the Duke of Bavaria would choose to stay out of the way in the face of pikemen.

"Will it?" Arold smiled, he knew too well the pride of the so-called knights, though the Germans were not as brave as the West Francians were close to being reckless. But the Germanic peoples, once provoked, would forget everything, and now it is up to them to see how much anger burns their sanity.

"Lord Duke, here they are." Suddenly, a crossbowman standing on a high hill pointed in the distance and shouted loudly in the direction of Arrod.

"Good." Arold took a deep breath and took the helmet handed over by his personal attendant. Putting his helmet on his head, he looked back at the black lion banner flying overhead, and was finally going to fight face to face with the strongest prince of the East Frankish kingdom, and he was still a little excited in his heart, the Irish proverb said that behind the high wall, it is easy to be strong, and now it is up to you to see who is the real hero.

"Huh~~." The Duke of Bavaria saw the black lion heraldic banner of Arold with teeth and claws outside the dense forest at the mouth of the gorge, and he tightened his reins and looked closely.

"Lord Duke, look at the Duke of Mecklenburg." The military governor of the Duke of Bavaria came to the Duke and pointed to the opposite side.

"I see, daring boy." The Duke of Bavaria narrowed his eyes, and he understood that Arold had chosen the gorge in order to take advantage of the special terrain in an attempt to stop him.

"What should we do?" The Bavarian knights looked at their duke, and were stared at by the knights, and the Bavarian duke couldn't help frowning, at this time, if they didn't attack, they would have a bad reputation among the nobles and knights, and the cowardly and rigid were definitely not good leaders.

"Knights, attack with me, assault." The Duke of Bavaria's face turned red, he couldn't stand being called a coward, and he couldn't swallow the anger of the burning of the border fort, the Duke of Bavaria drew his sword and leaned forward, and the war horse under his crotch gradually accelerated and rushed out.

"Oooooo When the Bavarian knights saw the old duke rushing out, they immediately shouted excitedly, and their horses neighed and swords and spears rushed towards the army of the Mecklenburgers at the mouth of the gorge.

"Pikemen on alert." The pikemen officers of the Mecklenburg Regiment stood at the left end of the line, and they drew their swords and gave orders.

"Hey, heh." At this time, the pikemen were already well-trained and experienced in combat, and even the recruits of the first and second platoons were not new to the battlefield, they immediately entered a state of alert and leveled the spears in their hands.

"Squeak, squeak." The crossbowmen who were prostrate on the high post quietly pulled their crossbows apart and mounted their crossbow arrows, and the gray military uniforms they wore had a certain concealment effect, and the Bavarians did not notice it.

"Boom~~." The charge of the knights was earth-shattering, even if there were only seventy-five horsemen, but they were dressed in heavy armor, wielding spears and swords, and the knights looked at death as if they were at home, if it was an ordinary army, the neighing of the horses was enough to make it collapse, but the Mecklenburg legion quietly watched the knightly horse team rushing on the opposite side.

"Crossbow, shoot~~." Suddenly, Count Ron stood up from his horse, his sword raised in his hand, and commanded in a loud voice.

"Whoosh~~~." At the command of Count Ron, the crossbowmen who were lying in ambush on the high post stood up and fired crossbow arrows at the Bavarian cavalry, which shuttled among the Bavarian knights like locusts and made a sharp sound. (To be continued......)