Monk Elvit was riding on the horse and pounding. He felt that his butt was almost beating out of calluses. In the past few days, he was dragged by the lord Arod and wandered around Mecklenburg County, which made the young monk complain. However, his hard work was a kind of happy hardship. Why do you say that? The ambitious monk thought that his life would be meaninglessly spent in the Monastery of Saint Fontso, but now he became the architectural consultant of the Earl of Mecklenburg, planning for the construction of the territory of Mecklenburg County. Although Arod was talking most of the time, the specific implementation was handed over to the monk who managed water conservancy in the Monastery of Saint Fontso.

"The flat terrain here can be used as a new residential area for immigrants." After disbanding the Slavs' light infantry, Arod decided to establish a Germanic immigrant gathering point outside Mecklenburg Castle through immigration, and to develop Mecklenburg Castle into a new model administrative area that combines cities and fortresses, rather than a Western European model with clearly distinguishing between castles and towns. In this area, there are wastelands and mudflats everywhere, and the sparsely populated territory is like a blank white paper for Arod to apply.

"Put the immigration point outside the castle?" Monk Elvit took out a blank parchment paper, held it with all his might in the wind, and then took the quill from his assistant, recording Arod's thoughts on it.

"Yes, we divided the residential areas and commercial areas, as well as blacksmiths, carpenters, livestock and farmland into different areas, which is both hygienic and convenient. When these areas are completed, we can build new walls with financial resources. We can protect these communities with strong walls like towns." Aruod was excited and danced uncontrollably. This kind of construction in the territory was as fun and pleasure as if he was playing simulation business games.

"You are the master of this territory, you have the final say, but we don't have much money in such a vast area." Monk Elvit recorded it with a quill, but he reminded Arod, the Count who was immersed in excitement. Arod's fiscal revenue mainly comes from the towns of Wisma and Mecklenburg Castle. Because of the fur trade and chamber of commerce, the town of Wisma can provide income of 500 silver houses every year. There are five villages under Mecklenburg Castle. However, because Arod had just established rule, taxes could not be carried out without the stability of the rule.

"Yes, it's a bit difficult to maintain military expenditures." Arod rubbed his hands and did not thoroughly count the data on the population and cultivated land in the territory. It was very difficult to collect taxes completely. The lack of administrative personnel and low literacy rates were the fundamental reason for the restriction of rule. This is why the aristocrats in the Middle Ages usually subdivided the land to implement the ruling power to the bottom. However, Arod knew that this was a great disaster, because the treasures of the Mecklenburg leader could last for a while, so he wanted to first establish a commercial and farming and horse herdsmanship area that could have income benefits.

"Where is Lord Julian? Why didn't he follow you?" Monk Elvit discovered that Julian, who was always in front of Arod, was gone. Instead, the leader of the special forces, Ted.

"The congratulatory messengers from all countries are coming, but the remnants of Slavs who we defeated fled into the forest and became robbers and rebelled, so I sent Julian to lead the Javelin cavalry and more than 20 medium-sized infantry to encircle and suppress the enemy." Aruod did not want to be an envoy from another country to enter his territory but was robbed by robbers. In any case, he would give the other lords the impression that they could control everything themselves, otherwise God would know whether the neighbors would covet their own land. In the dark and chaotic era, you can imagine the fate of a lord who could not control the territory.

"Mr. Julian is really loyal." Monk Elvit nodded and praised.

"Okay, let's continue our work. Next stop, we will go to the coast, where I plan to build a salt drying field and a port." Aruod waved to his entourage and continued to gallop towards the north territory without stopping. On the muddy road, the horse's hooves lifted up small pits of mud and splashed everywhere.

"Oh, my poor ass." Monk Elvit lamented, and kicked the horse's abdomen helplessly. I really don't know whether it is a blessing or a sin to follow such an energetic lord.

Just as Aruod led his followers to check the territory and plan the construction of the territory, a bird suddenly flew up like a frightened forest. When he got closer, he could hear the collision of weapons and the roar of people. It seemed that a small battle was taking place here.

"Swoosh~~~." A javelin brushed Julian's cheek, and the Slavic soldiers in the woods threw a javelin at him. Julian quickly turned his body to avoid the slightly curved javelin. After the failure of the Rage Lion Castle, this rioter fled into the border forest due to fear. In the absence of food and clothing, he finally took the risk and became a gang of robbers with clipping paths, which made many travel merchants dare not enter Mecklenburg County to purchase fur. Arod, who learned the news, was furious and ordered Julian to clean up.

"The Javelin Cavalry attacked from the side, and the others followed me." Julian calmly pointed the sword in his hand, and the Javelin Cavalry immediately rode his horse around from the left and right sides. While riding horses, they threw the balanced javelins made by the craftsmen in Mecklenburg Castle, as well as the leather armor worn by the Javelin Cavalry, and the mobile and flexible horses under their crotch. In terms of equipment, the Javelin Cavalry far exceeded the chaos of only one shield and spear. What's more, the Javelin Cavalry competed in the training ground every day and every day to throw javelins. Unexpectedly, this kind of competition became a must-see program for farmers who came from various villages, and instead promoted the prosperity of local market transactions.

"It's the army of the pagan Arod, let's run away quickly." The Slavic soldiers saw the javelin cavalry running in the forest on the side, holding spears and shields, and they couldn't help but sweat nervously. They said to the spontaneously selected leader in horror.

"Don't be afraid, those cavalry do nothing in the forest with complicated roots and vines. We just need to deal with the frontal enemies. There are not many people." The leader of the chaos army shook his head and held his sword high to cheer his subordinates. There are no nobles, no lords, and no tax collectors in this forest. They do not need to accept the squeeze and arduous farming of the nobles. The food and supplies obtained through robbery are hundreds of times the income from digging food in the land before. They are unwilling to give up this comfortable life and return to the heavy and humble life.

"Shield Wall~~~." Under the command of the leader of the rioters, the soldiers of the rioters calmed down. The people holding spears and shields lined up in three rows, closely connecting the edges of the shields, and extending the spears in their hands out of the gaps of the shields. This formation can maximize the advantage of the number of people, but the poor military discipline of the rioters made this formation look messy, with some places between the gaps being tight and some places loose.

"Swoosh, swosh~~~." Several soldiers holding javelins behind the Luan Jun threw the javelins out of their hands, but their accuracy was far inferior. They were just as heavy throwing weapons. Once they were hit by javelins, they would undoubtedly die in this era of lack of medicine.

"Dole." A javelin stabbed the shield held by the soldiers beside Julian, making a dull sound. The javelin shot raindrops at Julian and the middle-sized infantry in the town, forcing them to stop and hide behind the shields and trees.

"Damn guys." Julian saw a town medium-sized infantry led by him shot into the abdomen by a javelin. The javelin pierced the leather armor of the medium-sized infantry. The javelin pierced deeply into the abdomen of the soldier and knocked down the soldiers by inertia. The soldiers let out a burst of screams, and their eyes were wide open for a while and then they lost their breath.

"Dou, duh, duh~~~~." Julian picked up a whistle made of wood from his neck. This whistle with iron sheets in the hollow wood made a scream when it was blown. It could be heard from a distance. Originally, this was equipped by Arod for the special forces. Different whistles can have different meanings, which can not only allow soldiers to command from a distance but also use whistles to confuse the enemy.

"Beep~~~." The same whistle came from both sides, as if responding to Julian. When he heard the whistle, Julian breathed a sigh of relief and couldn't help but look at the seemingly simple whistle for a few more glances.

"What are the pagans doing? What is the stork-like cry?" The Slavic soldiers asked each other curiously, but they had never seen anything like a whistle, so they all looked confused.

"Don't panic, this is just a trick of the pagans. As long as we continue to maintain the formation, they dare not act rashly." The leader of the chaos army stood on the left side of the team and shouted loudly at his subordinates. They occupied a small hill in the forest, which had a certain geographical advantage from a high place. He believed that as long as they were not panic, they could still maintain this advantage.

"Swoosh~~~Puchi." At this moment, a javelin suddenly flew out like lightning from the dense forest beside him. The javelin hit the leader's mouth and pierced his head. The soldiers of the chaotic army looked at their leader with pale faces, and fell down with the strange appearance of the javelin in their mouth, and suddenly became silent.

"Swoosh, swoosh~~~." The javelin crossed from the dense forest on both sides, with its accurate heads fast and accurate, making the Slavic rioters unable to avoid it. Even if they use shields to defend themselves, they will be attacked behind them. In addition, they have lost the commander, and under the instinctive survival reaction, they just care about themselves, but in the end they exposed everyone to danger. One after another, the soldiers of the rioters fell down by the javelin.

"Wow, help." A collapsed soldier dropped his shield and spear, trying to escape from the hill that had become a target, but a javelin flew out and nailed him to the ground.
Chapter completed!