Wolfgang's interception location was chosen by himself, so the Italians who left early did not know that in fact, His Royal Highness the Third Prince is not far from them.

However, there is another problem. Originally, Wolfgang thought that the Italians could delay at least an hour, but he didn't expect that his teammates could be weak.

His soldiers had just had time to set up the defense line and found that the Burgundian scouts could be vaguely seen.

"Lunn, it seems that our opponent is very strong this time." Wolfgang did not show too many surprise expressions, nor did he show some look of looking down on his teammates, but instead seemed very excited.

Adolf Lunn, the Holy Roman Emperor who had a relationship with Bai Zhou, was the leader of the previous Teutonic Knights of the Holy Roman Empire and the deputy commander of the private army of Wolfgang. In any aspect, if he could serve as the leader of the Teutonic Knights, his abilities were no longer needed to be described in too many words.

Originally, the leader of the Teutonic Knights could be considered lifelong. As long as he holds this position, he will step down unless he dies in battle or is old enough to go to the battlefield.

Of course, there is another possibility, that is, the leader made a big mistake and did not strictly abide by the morality of a knight, and he could not continue to do it, and he would be forced to leave office.

Lun belongs to the latter. Of course, he neither treason nor fears death on the battlefield. Instead, he made the mistake of being called a style problem in the current words.

In fact, stealing and love were very common in the Middle Ages. Monogamy and political marriage obviously could not satisfy the desires of men who held the power, and could not fill the emptiness of lonely ladies. Therefore, sometimes, it is more common for both men and women who married for a certain benefit to play their own things after marriage, and no one interfered in their private lives.

The two people are in love and secretly, although they are jealous, but they are not a matter of principle. At least, later novelists or bards can use this as a subject to compose romantic poems, rather than being despised by the world, even though many morbid nobles also love this.

The key is not to be strict with his wife. The key is the noble lady Lun fell in love with. Her husband is a powerful marquis of the Holy Roman Empire. He is also very small-minded and belongs to the type of "I can do whatever I want, but you can't".

After being discovered, Lun was removed from his post by the Knights without any surprise. Of course, this is not too serious, but it also violates the sacred Knight Code. "Silver|Wives and Girls" are not allowed by morality in any country (if you have to say that a certain country can do it, I don't know).

Then, Lun, who was beaten to the end, was naturally inevitably persecuted by the great nobleman. Although Barbarossa loved talents, he was really not easy to interfere in this issue and could not help. But Wolfgang had no such taboo at all and saved Lun as his personal identity.

Of course, it is about inviting Adolf Lunn to join his private army as an ordinary Holy Roman Empire citizen, but fools know that if you are really an ordinary citizen, who would allow you to form a private army?

This matter was gone so far, and Lun became Wolfgang's deputy.

When Lunn heard Wolfgang's words, he couldn't help but look up at the distance and said, "Didn't you always hope to meet a strong opponent?"

Lunn had a large beard and his strong physique, like a strong lion.

"Yes, this feeling makes me very excited every time." Wolfgang's mouth raised slightly, as if he would only show this look when there was a war.

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Viscount Dahal gritted his teeth and tense his face, pulling out a short arrow inserted on the outside of his thigh. Blood flowed down, and he seemed to be unconscious, with only his eyes fixed on the enemy who was killing from the east.

Lord Viscount could no longer remember how many waves of enemy pursuers they had recovered in just five hours, and how many enemy blockades they had broken through. His deputy officers had changed three of them.

Five thousand people, the entire five thousand Burgundy's best soldiers are still by his side, and there are only less than a hundred people left, and the loss of all the horses means they can't escape!

Hate! Dahar wishes that a Western Qin man could stand in front of him now. He would bite the other party's throat without hesitation and kill him with the cruelest method.

It is conceivable that he has been able to make Dahar, who has always been calm and cautious, look like he is now, how many times he has suffered along the way.

"Listen to me," Dahal pulled his fourth adjutant over, as if he had tried his last effort to instruct: "You must convey the news to the Duke."

But now Dahal has no time to hate, nor has the right to hate, so he can only do his last effort, hoping to pass the news back to the Burgundy Camp:

They were not only facing the Western Qin people, but also the local Germans in Switzerland. This was reasonable, but the problem was that Dahal, who had been through the battle, clearly recognized that the ambushed them were the Italians and the Holy Roman Empire.

This is a very serious situation. If the Western Qin people and the local Swiss nobles united, there was the Holy Roman Empire that had promised not to intervene in this battle, and even Italy, which was always neutral, then the Burgundians would suffer the defeat in this battle.

Of course, Dahal would not know that there were only 5,000 soldiers of the Holy Roman Empire, and he would have joined the battle as a mercenary. He would not know that the coalition forces were truly native Italian soldiers, with only a few hundred people. Now their leader is just a viscount under the Duke of Switzerland.

Even so, the message Dahar was about to convey was very important, because the Western Qin people had contacted so many forces, and their current military strength was definitely not what Grand Duke John originally thought. If Grand Duke followed the original arrangement, then it would be a certain loss.

"Go away!" Dahar roared, pushed him away, and used his body to block the flying arrow for the adjutant.

"Bang!" The sound of landing heavily, the Burgundian officer who had been cautious all his life still fell on the battlefield unwilling to accept it...

At the last moment of his eyes, he seemed to see that the fourth adjutant fell into the rain of arrows and was unable to escape alive.


Chapter completed!