The knights who rushed out of the castle had to escape back to the castle in a panic under the siege of more and more enemies. The soldiers of the Flagless Brotherhood did not continue to chase them. After all, the archers on the castle were still treated solemnly.

"It's really a defeat." Sir Buckhouse got off his horse, and his head was broken with wounds. Duden and a servant helped him into the castle hall. Jenny hurriedly stepped forward and bandaged him with linen, but the old knight still said.

"But this is much better than being trapped in the castle." Baron Hedwig also strode in. The door of the castle hall was open, and the injured soldiers were sent here together. The Baron saw a glass of wine on the wooden table, picked it up and poured it into his mouth without saying a word. After a fierce battle, he had already been thirsty.

"Did we win or lose?" Baron Hedwig's other two sons walked in and asked curiously.

"We didn't win." Du Deng said dejectedly while sitting on the bench.

"That's the loss?" Du Deng's younger brothers said regretfully.

"No, we are not considered losing. After all, we did not lose many people." Baron Hedwig felt much more comfortable after drinking the wine. He wiped the red grape juice remaining on his mouth and said to his sons.

"Then do we win or lose?" Baron Hedwig's sons were puzzled. They either win or lose in the war, but how could there be no one who won or lose.

"We are still alive, which means we win." Sir Buckhouse stood up and said to Baron Hedwig's sons.

"Yes, this is a victory." Baron Hedwig immediately understood what his old friend meant. At this time, morale must not be damaged, otherwise people will choose to surrender because of fear, and even lies must be insisted on.

"Yes, let the kitchen prepare food, we're going to celebrate this victory," Sir Buckhouse said to Jenny.

At the insistence of Sir Buckhouse and Baron Hedwig, a banquet was held in the castle hall, and the weary knights recovered their morale during the banquet, boasting about the daytime battle.

"It looks like everyone is very happy." Baron Hedwig leaned against the column, holding the cup, and he said to Sir Buckhouse.

"Yeah, but it won't last long." Sir Buckhouse knew very well that this high morale would gradually fade with the siege, but they had no choice unless there was foreign aid.

"Has Mrs. Agnes sent a messenger?" asked Baron Hedwig.

"Sent, but I doubt that her relatives would send troops." Sir Buckhouse knew very well what Mrs. Agnes's relatives were. They would never send reinforcements without any interest.

"What about the throne of the Count?" asked the Baron.

"You said that His Majesty the King, he has no time to pay attention to such trivial matters." Sir Buckhouse snorted coldly. Barbarossa is now focusing on fighting for power with Henry, the Duke of Saxony, and there is no such thing as a country rebellion. What's more, in the eyes of this brave and famous king, it is a shame that an earl can't control the farmer in his territory.

"It's really damn." Baron Hedwig was silent, they were in isolation.

On the path to Algo County, Rudolph led his army, and many travelers and farmers along the way looked at them strangely.

"Tong, Tong, Tong~~." A young man wearing a hat with a kingfisher feather on his hat was struck with a sheepskin drum, and beat rhythmically, while another young man holding a wooden flute played a brisk music.

"Oh, it's fun."

"What's this?"

"Are they mercenaries?"

"No, look at the Schwarz County flag."

“I heard Schwarz County is in turmoil.”

Travelers looked at the army that was advancing with music and felt both novel and interesting, and Rudolph's army walked with their heads raised in the rhythm of drum beats.

"I have walked almost ten miles and can camp and rest." Rudolph rode on the horse. He was not in a hurry to march, and tried to keep his soldiers from being too tired. In addition, when the soldiers camped and rested, the craftsmen would also help him make stone crossbows.

"Although it's camping and resting, let the soldiers dig a trench and insert pointed wooden stakes." Rudolph dismounted and ordered Rodney.

"I understand." Rodney actually didn't know why Rudolph asked the soldiers to dig trenches every time they arrived at a place, and inserted the pointed wooden stakes they carried as a defense. This cautious behavior made everyone confused.

Rudolph didn't care at all. It was always better to be cautious when a truly good commander. Whether it was the Romans or the Han and Tang dynasties, when the legions were resting in the wild, they would build solid camps to prevent emergencies. And letting soldiers dig trenches consume some of their extra energy to avoid extra troubles.

"The craftsmen are arranged in the southwest corner, and they are stepping up their production." Maxiu came over and said to Rudolph. These craftsmen were brought out of the town of Lorraine, and the guild leader Nord helped a lot.

"I have to go and see." Rudolf said worriedly. These stone crossbows were the key to his victory over the enemy. Although Archimedes gave him the design and he taught to craftsmen such as Fein, he was always uneasy in his heart if he didn't see it with his own eyes.

The craftsmen's camp was placed closest to Rudolph and other generals, so that Rudolph could master the rhythm of production at any time. He strode towards the craftsmen's camp and saw the various woods and tools on the carriage being moved down, and Fein was commanding them.

"Master Rudolph." When Fein saw Rudolph coming, he hurriedly took off his hat and paid tribute to Rudolph. This nobleman who was proficient in iron smelting made Fein admire him from the bottom of his heart.

"How is the stone crossbow made?" Rudolf asked Fein.

"It went smoothly, we had enough manpower, and the design drawings you gave me were very clear, I think it would be possible to make them soon." Fein nodded. He didn't expect that Rudolph not only could make iron, but also the design drawings were very clear. This kind of design drawing that was clear at a glance was very easy to use.

"That's good, but I suggest making the parts first and then assemble them together." Rudolf thought to himself that this was Archimedes' drawings. This old man was a famous big shot. In addition to the fantasy talent of the Renaissance, many of Archimedes' designs were the originators of mechanical weapons in ancient Western wars.

"I'm looking forward to seeing this weapon with my own eyes." Like all the technicians, a shiny look appeared in Fein's eyes.
Chapter completed!