Although Arod and his courtiers tried to conceal the enemy's attack, the merchants' sense of smell was so sensitive. They analyzed the approach of the war through the phenomenon of monks Evette purchasing large quantities of food in the castle, whispering in the darkness in the tavern, even the tense faces of the officers, and soldiers from the Rage Lion Castle reinforcements.

"When night falls, the caravan leaves." As Arod looked at the increasingly depressed market on the wall, Monk Evette stood beside him.

"It's like mice on a sunken ship, fleeing one after another." Arod said mockingly. He held the battlements of his castle and looked at the arena under construction under the castle, the planned commercial area shops and houses, and the Teutonic Knights Guild that had just been knocked down. Should he give up all this? Arod, who was unwilling to give up his tight fingers, turned white.

"Sir Earl, defending the city is the best choice. When the number of troops is not as large as the enemy, we can only do this." Monk Evette said to Aroud. Although hiding in the castle will cause certain damage to the territory, as long as you can hold on to the castle, the enemy will always leave one day and it will not be too late to resume production at that time.

"How is the asphalt reserve?" Arod nodded. It requires long-term training and a lot of funds to form an army. In order to supplement the shortage of soldiers, Arod made a large number of weapons, and asphalt was used for projection.

"Don't worry, Count, we have reserved enough asphalt and stones. If the crossbow on the arrow tower is placed, it will definitely surprise Rostokor." Monk Everett knew very well how terrible the weapons in Arod's hand, including the cyclone cannon. What's more, Arod has always ordered the craftsmen in the castle to make crossbows. This light crossbow with a large amount of equipment is foot-pedal, while another heavy crossbow that was tested in the smelting base is a crossbow with a crank and a winch. Its range is three and a half times that of the light crossbow and has a much greater lethality. However, the disadvantage is that the time interval for the launch is too long and the number is too small.

"Order the light cavalry to withdraw the villagers along the Rostock into the castle, fill the well water, cut down the fruit trees, and leave no grain to the enemy. The houses are burned so that they have no place to hide and rest." Arod turned his head and looked in the direction of the Rostock attack, and said gritting his teeth, he wanted these Rostocks who dared to attack him to suffer.

A few days later, Chief Rostock, who gathered on the border of Mecklenburg, looked at the vassals gathered around him. The leaders from the tribes of the Rostock County Territory brought their warriors, wearing flags representing their own emblems. They came to Chief Rostock's tent, and took off their hats to pay tribute to their monarchs.

"Great Chief, our master. I have brought forty-five strong warriors to serve you at any time." The leader of the Rostock Beador tribe, wearing leather armor, with a beard, and shaved his hair into a bald head, stretched out his strong right arm and pointed behind him. A group of Slavs holding round shields, holding axes in thick linen shirts and trousers, but strong Slavs lined up in a loose queue.

"Well, good work, now we have finally gathered a thousand warriors, and let the Germans who blasphemed the gods of Lomwa make up with their blood." Chief Rostock looked at the flags gathered in this camp with satisfaction, and his vassals brought the army according to their oath.

The tents on the clearing ground on the edge of the forest were as dense as stars. Some of the Slavic warriors rubbed their axes, some were fighting each other, and some were sitting on the grass, laughing and watching the fighters. The noise was so loud that it was so loud that the leaders of Rostock believed that they could conquer Mecklenburg Castle in one fell swoop.

"When will our master attack?" The leaders of Rostock stood beside the chief, and their eyes showed bloodthirst and greed. Mecklenburg County had a fur trade stronghold and a good natural shelter. It was several times richer than Rostock, and it was coveted by these poor and jingling mountain people. However, in the past, because they were both Slavs who believed in the Lomva religion and under the high pressure of the Mecklenburg Chief, each of them dared to step over the line, but now it is different. The ruler of the pagan Germans, and the chief of Rostock still followed Billis' order, and it was natural to attack Mecklenburg County.

"If I capture the land in Mecklenburg County, where will it fall into my hands." Chief Rostock narrowed his eyes and licked his lips. The greed for land and wealth was the reason why he agreed to Billis' order.

When the vassals' patience reached its limit, Chief Rostock finally raised his dome stick and pointed in the direction of Mecklenburg County. A thousand Rostock soldiers used the water from wooden barrels to extinguish the bonfire, put away the tent, and crossed the border between Mecklenburg County and Rostock County under the leadership of his leader nobles.

As soon as the Rostocks entered Mecklenburg County, the light cavalry on the border immediately spread the news to Arod, in Mecklenburg County. The sound of war drums and noise of the Rostocks were unscrupulous. The leaders and nobles rode on horses proudly, looking at the land under their feet, thinking in their hearts how much benefits they could get from sending troops this time. The soldiers carried their spears, held the axes at their waists, and held the round shield on their arms, bustling like a market.

"I heard that the Germans defeated the hero Kangtaoyi. Are we their opponents?" Some people in the army said to their companions with concern. The defeat of the hero Kangtaoyi brought a heavy blow to the Slavs' psychology. They never thought that any generous, heroic, and favorite hero would be defeated by German.

"Come on, what's there to worry about? Kang Tuoyi was the murderer who killed Momis. He was sparsely despised by the gods, and there was nothing unexpected about failure. I heard that the Germanic people were very small, and they were weak and powerless, and they were not our opponents at all." But there were dissatisfied people in the army, who shouted loudly. Those were the direct-government large shield spearmen of Chief Rostock. These people received rigorous training in the castle of Rostock since childhood, and even had the illegitimate son of the nobles, so their physique and courage were stronger than ordinary tribal warriors.

"That's good." Hearing the words of the people from the noble Chief Rostock made everyone feel much more at ease, and the sound of fighting drums at this time also made the light infantry excited.

"Look at what that is?" Suddenly someone exclaimed in front of the team. They passed through the forest on the border, and a scene they had never seen before appeared before, and the marching team stopped.

"Great Chief, please look ahead~~~." Chief Rostock heard the words of the soldiers in front of him and quickly kicked the war horse under his crotch. When he came to the front of the team, he saw several thick black smoke rising from the endless fields, and the fires were all the villages and settlements along the way.

"Damn Germans, are they crazy?" Seeing the village burned along the way, the leaders following the Chief Rostock widened their eyes. They did not expect that the Germans were so cruel and burned all the villages. An ominous premonition emerged in their hearts. Without the villages along the way to replenish food, they could not hold on for a week with the food they brought with them. If the food they transported from Rostock County was far away, the replenishment would be limited.

Crack~~~, when he heard the sound of the iron gate opening, Kang Tuoyi raised his head with a conditioned reflex. His eyes were red and swollen, his finger joints were swollen, and his malnutrition made him sometimes have auditory hallucinations, but this time someone really opened the iron gate and walked in.

"My brother Kang Tuoyi, are you okay?" Billis's voice came to Kang Tuoyi's ears. He had not seen his secretly imprisoned brother for a long time. Today, Billis seemed to be in a good mood and went to this wet and smelly dungeon to visit Kang Tuoyi in person.

"Billis, am I dreaming?" Kang Tuoyi said with a trembling cleavage of his cleaved lips.

"No, it's not a dream. I'm here to tell you good news and bad news. Which one do you want to listen to first?" Billis said to Kang Tuoyi proudly.

"Let's hear bad news first, but what else is worse than being locked in a dungeon now?" Kang Tuoyi was silent for a while before saying to Billis.

"Okay, I originally hoped you could hear the good news so that you would feel better." Billis made a sound, as if in a regretful tone.

"snort."

"Your wife committed suicide. She seemed to be unable to bear the charge of murdering her brother, and she died with a dagger piercing her throat."

"What? Why is all this?" Kang Tuoyi was shocked after hearing Billis's words. Tears flowed down involuntarily in shock, and his hands were trembling with his head.

"Look, I knew it would be like this, but you may be interested in my good news. I have sent Chief Rostock to attack the Germans in Mecklenburg County. He will avenge you, my poor brother. Don't worry, I will chop off the head of the boy who calls himself the Earl of Mecklenburg to wash away the humiliation of failure for you, haha." Billis mocked his brother with the title of hero without hesitation. This may be the outbreak of long-term resentment.

"Chief Rostock? He will fail." Kang Tuoyi raised his face. His beard was dirty and liceful, but his eyes were extremely clear, and he warned Billis.

"Hey, it seems you're already unconscious." Billis looked at the bedbug and looked at his former excellent brother in front of him, without taking Kang Tuoyi's words to heart at all. (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!