Chief Rostock led his army along the muddy path and rushed straight to Mecklenburg Castle. The villages along the way were only ruins, not even a chicken feather left, and even the well was filled with soil and rocks and could not be used. Fortunately, it started raining in the sky, and the soldiers used their skins to follow the rain to solve the problem of thirst. However, the wet clothes were very uncomfortable when they were pressed on their bodies. Without the cover of the village farmhouses, many soldiers became ill.

"This is damn weather." The Slavic soldiers cursed and rubbed their arms. They sat around a big tree next to the path. The wet firewood could not build a bonfire, so they could only get close to each other and use their body temperature to keep warm.

"The Germans who should have cursed actually burned the villages along the way. I really wanted to pierce their dirty belly with my own hands and pull out their hearts and livers to see what color it was." Another Slavic tribe warrior took out a piece of hard and dry venison and chewed it. They have been eating this kind of food without licking hot soup these days.

"It's almost done. Seeing so many of us, those Germans will definitely be scared to hide in the castle and pee."

"That's right, hey what is that?" Just as the Slavic soldiers were hiding from the rain and chatting with each other, a Slavic soldier suddenly saw the rain curtain, as if someone was rushing over on a horse. He stood up and said.

"What's wrong?" The others also stood up and looked in the direction where their companions were looking. Only a few whizzing sounds sounded from the rain curtain.

"Ah." Several javelins shot out, and the Slavic soldiers screamed and leaned back under the inertia of the javelin.

"Enemma, enemy, ah." A Slavic warrior picked up his axe, but before he could lift it, he was nailed to death by a javelin in a tree.

The noise was heard everywhere in the camps of the Rostock people, the sound of horse hooves and weapons collided, and from time to time, there were screams of human dying, and the bodies rolled into the mud and water. Although the Slavs were numerous, the raids in the rain made them panic in the chaos.

"What's going on?" Chief Rostock uncovered his tent, walked out of the tent and saw his soldiers running around like attacked sheep.

"Chief, be careful." Chief Rostock's elite guards formed a shield wall with large shields to block the front of the chief, and a javelin flew over the rain curtain and stuck it on the shield.

"Hu." Chief Rostock saw a rider tightening the reins of the horse a hundred steps away from him, standing in the rain, allowing the rain to fall on him. He still held several javelins in his left hand, and the war horse under his crotch shook his head and shook the raindrops on his mane off.

"Damn German." Water drops flowed down Rostock's face, and his face became ferocious. Even though he was older, the boiling blood seemed to bring him back to the age of fighting. He pushed away the big shield warrior who was blocking his face to protect him, pulled out a sharp sword from one of them, and spread his arms and cursed and rushed towards the cavalry.

"Go to protect him." Xavier swung his sword to block a javelin. The javelins projected from the horse from a high point, which was fast and accurate and sufficient. Even when he was galloping in the rain, he could hit the target. Ordinary soldiers could not resist the javelins shot. They did not know that in addition to daily training, these javelins often compete in the arena. Only the best horse projectors could continue to stay in the ranks of the javelin cavalry, and the eliminated people would be demoted to ordinary soldiers.

"Yes." Two large shield spearmen immediately followed Chief Rostock, and the wooden shield made aggressive sounds from time to time. This was the muffled sound of the javelin shot from the horse hitting the shield.

"Diet in the name of the gods of Lomwa." Chief Rostock waved the sword in his hand, trying to stab a Javelin cavalry, but the Javelin cavalry flexibly controlled the war horse under his crotch to avoid his attack. At this moment, there was no idea where the sound of a swan sounded like a swan, which was the sound of the copper whistle equipped by the Javelin cavalry. He heard the sound of the Javelin cavalry no longer entangled with the Rostock people, and they left the camp to get rid of the battle, just as they had come and disappeared into the rain.

"How many people do we lose?" Xavier held the sword in his hand and wiped the rain from his face with his sleeve. He asked the tribal leaders who came from all sides.

"I'll check it out." The leaders immediately counted their own numbers. It was not easy to count them again in the heavy rain. The cohesion of the medieval army lacking grassroots officers depends on the local customs. The soldiers brought out by the leaders were all young people in the village who knew the truth. Even if they were severely damaged, they would only gather around their leaders again, let alone in this unfamiliar county. You should know that many villagers have never left their village in their lives.

"Coward." Chief Rostock inserted his sword to the ground, spit out a sputum in the direction of the javes leaving, cursing disdainfully. He despised the rats who did not dare to fight face to face with him.

"Chief, we have lost thirteen soldiers, and five or six others have disappeared." Xavier walked to Chief Rostock and reported to him.

"The loss is not big. If the Germans think that this level of attack alone can scare us, it would be a big mistake." Chief Rostock turned around and was not in the mood to pull out the sword on the ground. He walked into his tent. Although he had the most courageous ambition and passion, the years were not forgiving. He felt a little tired, and the leather armor on his body seemed to be heavier than before.

"But we must send sentries to camp next time. Damn it, careless." Xavier shook his head. Seeing the burned villages along the way and the villagers who were missing, the Rostock people took it for granted that Arod had contracted all his troops into the castle, and the Germans would definitely not dare to leave the city under the huge gap in force. Unexpectedly, these bold Germans actually sent light cavalry to launch an attack in the heavy rain.

But the Rostock people did not realize how cunning the enemy they were facing. Whenever night fell, the javes attacked the sentinels and harassed the camp. The cavalry who rode on horses and shot out the javelins in their hands. Whenever they found that the Rostock people were prepared, they would run away with their horses under their crotch. If the Rostock people were a little relaxed, they would launch an attack, which would make the Rostock people's march extremely painful. The soldiers were exhausted by the continuous harassment. As long as the copper whistle of the Javes sounded in their ears, they would be so nervous that they could not rest.

"I will kill those bastards myself." Chief Rostock, who was finally angry, stared at the panda's eyes, pulled out his sword, and asked his followers to bring his horses. Dozens of noble cavalry gathered beside him. These noble cavalry were people who could afford war horses and heavy armor, and they were also fed up being fooled by the javelin cavalry.

"In the name of the gods of Lomwa, charge~~~." Under the leadership of Chief Rostock, the noble cavalry rushed in a row at the javes that were racing from the plains beside the road. Most of the noble cavalry held a spear in their hands, a round shield hung on one side of the horse, a sharp short-handled axe on their waists, and a helmet made of leather and iron on their heads. When they charged, they aimed the spear at the enemy like the Catholic knights, but they lacked the courage of the knights.

"Dou~~~." The Javelin Cavalry saw the noble cavalry charge at them, and immediately sounded a bronze whistle among them. The Javelin Cavalry beautifully controlled the war horses under their crotch with their legs, fled to the direction of the charge of the noble cavalry, but they controlled the distance from the noble cavalry, and kept a certain distance between Ruoji Ruoli, and this distance was that they could turn around and throw the javelin towards the noble cavalry.

"Ah~~~." A noble cavalryman who was charging was hit by a javelin and flipped off the horse's back. One of his feet hung on the stirrups, and the war horse dragged his master without knowingly.

"Damn it." Chief Rostock turned his head and looked at his companion who was knocked off the horse. He gritted his teeth and turned his head and glared at the Javelin Cavalry running ahead. The Javelin Cavalry were only equipped with light leather armor and pointed helmets, which weighed much less than the noble cavalry, so the heavily equipped noble cavalry could not catch up with him. After a while, the war horses under the crotch of the noble cavalry were sweating profusely, and had to stop and trot slowly forward. However, at this time, the Javelin Cavalry seemed to have noticed their pause, and immediately ran over and projected at them.

"Damn it, when the javelins in your hands are thrown, I think what you do?" Chief Rostock gasped, and he pulled down his leather-clad armored collar. These shameless javelin cavalry actually made them, such noble leaders and leaders, play.

"Swoosh, swosh~~~." When Chief Rostock and others had to stop, stood there and covered their bodies with shields, waiting for rescue, arrows from behind them passed over their heads and flew towards the Javelin cavalry. It turned out that Xavier led a team of Slavic archers to support him.

"Well done Xavier, shoot these damn bastards with bows and arrows." Chief Rostock saw the arrow hit several javes and fired them off the horse, and shouted happily, but the javes who were caught in the arrow actually stood up, shook their heads and climbed onto their horses again, which puzzled the Rostock people. Could it be that the light leather armor on their bodies could withstand the shooting of the bows and arrows?

"Fortunately, there is flexible parchment armor in the leather armor, but it will definitely not work if you hit a few arrows. The brothers cast the javelin in a circular formation toward the damn Rostock people." The captain of the Javelin Cavalry, who was shot down, led his men to run in a circle, and shot the javelin in his hand while running. In the fast running, the Rostock people's bows and arrows could not hit them at all.
Chapter completed!