The lions floated through the countryside with carriage guns and heraldic flags of books. The messengers from the town of Visma were riding horses and galloping on muddy trails. They brought to the elders of each village the order of the Rage Lion Castle and the ruler of the town of Visma. As villages located near Visma, they gathered male strong laborers and went to Visma to report that villages that failed to perform their military service within the deadline would be punished by Earl Arod.

"Elder, is the pagan count who controls the town of Visma really going to summon us?" The villagers broke into the village elder's house and asked in a verbal manner.

"Yes, finally this pagan ruler challenged the county capital." The village elder nodded. He was actually in his forties, but because he was a travel merchant when he was young, he was quite knowledgeable.

"Can we go? Who wants to work for a pagan?" Some of the villagers shook their heads and scoffed at Aruod's order for collection.

"But if we refuse, we will be punished." Some older people also said worriedly.

"Is Mecklenburg Castle so easy to capture? Not only is the wall made of stone, but the walls have deep ditches and wooden fences as the periphery, and there are many arrow towers inside. I have accompanied Mayor Jakash before, so I know."

"However, this pagan count is not simple either. He conquered the town of Visma in one day, and even the hero Katsui is not an opponent."

"Yes, if we do not fulfill the order of call, we will definitely be hanging on both sides of the road like the priests of Lomwa."

"Okay. Let's vote, and those who agree to go raise their hands." The elder looked at the villagers around and asked the villagers to raise their hands to vote. The villagers looked at each other and said nothing. However, the rotten corpses of the Lomwa priests made them shudder and gradually raised their hands one by one. No matter who became the ruler, they would have to pay part of the harvested crops as taxes. Arod had to collect less than other rulers, which made the farmers have a bad impression of this pagan ruler.

The same scene was staged in various villages, and the peasants did not dare to disobey the Count with powerful force. They called their friends to take wooden sticks and forks, and their own dry food to go to the town of Wisma, and gradually gathered into a light infantry army of more than 500 people. After these light infantry wearing thick linen clothes and pointed and felt hats, they brought trouble to the citizens of the town. The citizens who thought they were superior to the peasants were very disgusted with these light infantry who were curious about touching around and pointed at these farmers.

"Mr. Earl, there were more than 500 light infantry convened from the countryside, plus the apprentices of the Bank of Vesma Town and the medium-sized infantry of the citizens. There were also more than 1,000 Swiss mercenaries and Slavic warriors who defected to us." Julian wore a chain mail, straddled a leather strap, with a sharp sword on his waist, and a cloak behind him. He counted the soldiers gathered in the town square and reported to Arod.

"Okay, go." Aroud put a pair of soft deer-skin gloves on his hands. The chain mail was mixed with sand by the servants and wiped it brightly. More than 20 Javelin Cavalry followed him as guards. The Javelin Cavalry was wearing the same Tang-style leather armor as the Swiss mercenaries, and on their heads were wearing a very Slavic-style pointed leather hat. Several beautiful feathers were inserted into the hat as decoration. A special leather bag was hung diagonally below one side of the horse of the Javelin Cavalry, with sixteen special short javelins inside. A wide-blade scimitar on the other side.

The vast army advanced along the road built by the former Chief Mecklenburg. Although it was only a road paved with gravel, it was much stronger than a muddy trail. The pack horses were pulling bulky baggage trucks and bumping on the road. When they reached a fork, the team stopped because an army appeared at the fork.

"Is it the army of the Slavic nobles in Mecklenburg Castle?" Arod hurriedly ran forward from both sides from the middle of the team. The Javelin Cavalry followed him tightly. When he came to the front, Arod saw that it was a Slavic light infantry army of more than 300 people. They lined up in four rows to completely block the intersection, holding wooden sticks and forks, but it didn't look like they were going to war.

"Who are you?" Julian ran forward and shouted at the team. The strange team did not hold any noble flags, so he did not know whose army it was.

"Is it Earl Arod from the town of Visma?" At this time, a middle-aged man came out of the team. He was the only different person wearing a leather armor, looking like the leader of the group, he asked in Germanic.

"That's right, the owners of the towns of Rage Lion Castle and Vismar, the legal Count of Mecklenburg County, Lord Arod." Julian immediately stood up immediately and announced loudly to the person who blocked his way.

"Oh, Ula, Ula~~~~~~." Suddenly, beyond everyone's expectations, when the man turned his head and conveyed the words to the people behind him in Slav language, the group of people who blocked the way raised the wooden sticks and forks in their hands, shouting loudly, looking excited.

"What's going on?" Julian looked at the man in front of him in surprise and asked involuntarily.

"We are from a village near the capital of Mecklenburg County. We have had enough of the peasants who ruled the nobles in Mecklenburg Castle. I believe my father has told the matter to Lord Earl. We must also avenge our wife and daughter. Please allow us to join." The man bent down to Arod, who was surrounded by the Javelin Cavalry, holding the black lion flag behind him, and then said loudly.

"I understand your feelings and welcome your joining." Aruod certainly did not dislike the joining of these soldiers. He rode on his horse and maintained his noble style, nodded to the Slavs.

The army advanced again, and the Slavs light infantry who blocked the way led Arod's army toward Mecklenburg Castle, an important capital that controlled the entire county was located on a hill. One side of the hill was cliffs. If you wanted to enter the castle on the hill, you had to pass through winding mountain roads. The castle looked down at the bottom of the hill. The lined arrow towers were majestic like guards, and the thick stone walls seemed to tell the invaders that all attempts to attack were futile. The city gate was cast by a thick iron gate, and no one could break it when it was put down. There was a circle of wooden fences around the castle, and the guards could use it as the first level of defense. If it failed, they could calmly retreat into the castle and continue to resist.

"Sir Earl. The castle gate is closed, and there is no one to guard the wooden fences on the periphery. We can easily seize them." Julian sent several soldiers to sneak up to the hills. However, he found that the first defensive wooden fence was unguarded. This strange phenomenon is puzzling.

"It's useless to seize the wooden fence. We have to find a way to enter the castle." The servants set up a steep tent for Arod. Arod picked up an apple in the tent and ate it. There was a dagger on his waist. It was seized by the beautiful Harvey. He pulled out the dagger and gestured towards the castle.

"But the wall is too high. I will ask the craftsmen in the town of Visma to connect the wooden ladders, but it will take some time." Julian thought for a while and said. He originally wanted Arod to use a cyclone cannon to break the thick wall, but on the one hand, the cyclone cannon's effect on this large castle was not very obvious. On the other hand, Arod wanted to obtain the castle intact. This towering castle made him look forward to it. I really don't know how the Slavs completed it with manpower back then.

Arod ordered his soldiers to surround the Mecklenburg Castle. When he raised his head, he saw someone looking down from the main tower of the castle. Their eyes actually touched and sensed each other's existence. However, Mecklenburg Castle was still as quiet as death, without the noise of the guardians, the crisp sound of the collision of weapons, nor the sound of alarm bells and horns, as if this was a huge tomb of death.

"Chrom slag chromium slag~~~~." Suddenly, the thick iron gate of the gate of Mecklenburg Castle was slowly lifted up, as if the people in the castle were welcoming the invaders into it. This sudden scene caught Aruod off guard. What exactly did the Slavic nobles in Mecklenburg Castle want to do?

"Sir, what should I do?" Julian looked at the open city gate. The city gate was pitch black like a beast with a huge mouth open, which made everyone feel a little chill.

"Well, wait." Aruod reached out to let everyone rest assured. He stared at the dark city gate, but he was wondering in his heart. Are the Slavic nobles playing empty city schemes?

As time passed by, Aruod's soldiers were wondering why the count did not order an attack. The enemy opened the city gate. It was clearly a sign of seeing the army gathering and trying to surrender. However, Aruod was paced back and forth in front of the tent, with many doubts and worries about this being the enemy's trap.

"Sir, let me lead people to attack and see." The leader of the Slavic light infantry who led Arod's army asked Arod impatiently that his wife and daughter were all there

In the castle, he was very worried about their comfort, and even the dragon's nest was going to explore.

"Well, okay, go and check the truth. If you find that it is wrong, I will let the Javelin cavalry respond to you at the door." Aruod could not think of any other good idea, so he nodded in agreement with the Slavic leader's suggestion.

"Ula, Ula~~~~~." The Slav leader held up the sword in his hand and led fifty light infantry under his command to charge towards the Mecklenburg Castle on the hill. Soon they rushed into the city gate without any obstacles. The Javelin Cavalry followed them and stopped waiting anxiously under the city gate. However, after a long time, no news came. The fifty Slav soldiers seemed to have been swallowed by the castle and disappeared.

"What's going on?" Julian murmured anxiously, holding the hilt of his waist, while Aruod's brows frowned.
Chapter completed!