Ma Xiu lay in the bushes secretly, and he despised Nord, who was fussing in his heart, but at this moment he felt something was wrong. This was a skill developed from countless life and death.

"What's going on?" Ma Xiu only felt a heat behind his butt, and then the pain arose from his butt. At this time, Ma Xiu was no longer interested in lurking. He turned his head and saw a hunting dog biting his butt.

"Damn beast." Maxiu screamed and jumped out of the bushes. He avoided the hunting dog's bite, but the hunting dog bit Maxiu's butt, and the blood quickly dyed his trouser legs red.

Maxiu's screams quickly attracted the attention of Rudolph and others in the tent. They immediately grabbed their weapons and rushed out of the tent, while the other soldiers also ran in the direction where the sound came.

"What happened?" Rudolph held down the sword around his waist, but to be honest, he could only pretend to be with a sword hanging, but Rodney and Taylor pulled out their short sword and sword without hesitation.

"It must be a spy." Taylor said to Rudolph.

"Maybe it's a robber, I want to see what's cheaper here." Seeing the soldiers surrounded the place where the spy was discovered, Rodney was not in a hurry. He said in a lively tone.

"Woom~~." At this time, they saw a man being chased by two hunting dogs. Although he was surrounded by soldiers, no one reached out to him.

"Ha, this guy is agile!" A Rudolph soldier stood his spear on the ground and leaned on it and said to his companion quips.

"How long do you bet on him to be killed?" his partner said with a smile.

"I bet he will be killed in twenty times." Everyone else joined the gambling game, but the spy couldn't escape anyway.

Ma Xiu never thought that he would encounter such an embarrassing and embarrassing situation. He was now like a mouse falling into a fox group, surrounded by laughter, using him as the object of entertainment bets. Two hunting dogs chased him tirelessly, and wounds were everywhere on his body.

"Huhu, damn it, you should go to hell." Maxiu's mouth appeared white foam, and he waved a short dagger in his hand, but these two were like devils in hell, who were like maggots in the tarsia.

"What a poor guy." Rodney said jokingly as he looked at Ma Xiu who was almost exhausted.

"It seems that it is very useful to bring a dog trainer." Rudolph patted Rodney and Taylor on the shoulders, and smiled and looked at Lingen, who was directing the two hunting dogs with a whistle in the crowd. This short guy had a good ability to train a hunting dog.

"Yes, no one noticed him in the fortress of Earl Schwartz, but his true ability was revealed here." Sergeant Taylor shook his head. He did not expect that this guy who always called Lingen, a guy who cared about dogs, could actually train a hunting dog to find spies.

"Lingen is enough." Rudolph saw that Maxiu was tired of being lying on the ground, and he said to Lingen, a dog trainer.

"Shh." Lingen looked at Rudolph expressionlessly, then put two fingers in his mouth and blew hard. A sharp whistle sounded. The two hunting dogs that were biting Maxiu stopped immediately, but they surrounded Maxiu who was lying on the ground, as if they were watching over his prison guards at any time.

"Bring him into the tent." Rudolph decided to interrogate the spy, who sent him.

In the villages of Schwarz County, farmers were sitting in the fields to rest. They wanted to cultivate wheat fields on not very fertile land, which were publicly owned by the village. When the wheat sown on the land in autumn matured, they were sent to the bishop's mill and ground into fine flour, but this had nothing to do with them.

"The tax on the Count is heavy again," said a young farmer in a felt hat, dissatisfied. His thick linen shirt looked a little dirty, but it was his only piece of clothing.

"God bless." The old farmer beside him seemed to be his father. His old face seemed to be the cracked earth, and his rough joints and thick hands showed the cruelty of life to him. The only thing that could comfort him was religion.

"God can't help us. I want to marry Hannah from the village next year. Her father wants a bag of grain and a handful of wheat. What should we do?" The young farmer stood up angrily and kicked the dirt under his feet.

"There will be a solution, there will be a solution." The old farmer grabbed his hair, found a few fleas from it, and strangled them to death.

"Everyone, get up, the priest is here." Suddenly someone shouted loudly in the field. People looked over and saw a fat man wearing a beautiful robe, shaved St. John's hairstyle, slowly walked over, and two boys were following him.

"May the Lord bless you, Mary." While walking slowly and leisurely, the priest stretched out his right hand and two fingers, shaking his double chin, and drew a cross on everyone's head. The farmers lowered their heads and took off their dirty hats and stood respectfully in front of the priest.

"Hurry, my child, go and ask the priest to bless you, and all problems will be solved." The old father pushed his son, wanting him to bless you, but his son was stubborn and motionless. In his opinion, these fat priests were just parasites lying on the peasants, just like fleas. He hated himself for nothing, and hated the nobles who could live in the castle.

"Woo~~." At this moment, the sound of a trumpet suddenly came from the road. The farmers all looked up in wonder, and even the priest who was pretending to bless them was surprised.

"The emperor's dining table never leaves me a place. The duke's fur is hard-working. I polish the earl's boots every day, but why do I eat less than their hounds? My Lord is above, and your glory will remain the same as the world, but please give me a place of residence and a bone that has not been gnawed by the nobles~~~." A rough song rang along the path, and it seemed that many people were advancing along the path.

"What happened?" The priest took two steps nervously. He saw a team of various equipment marching along the trail. He hurriedly looked at the flag guiding the team, because in this way, he could tell whose army it was, but a terrible scene came into his eyes. He saw that the animal skin was lifted by a rough wooden pole.

"O God! The Brotherhood of Flagless." The priest saw this scene clearly and his face was pale. He sprained his ankle in fright. Fortunately, the little boy beside him was holding him, but the priest didn't care about swaying his body and limped towards his church.
Chapter completed!