John Berg put on a helmet decorated with red feathers. His helmet did not have a mask like a noble, and his face was imitated with the T-shaped structure of ancient Greece. When John Berg put his helmet and looked in front of him, the German corps swordsman team had already gathered. These soldiers who joined the German mercenary group after conversion from thieves and death row prisoners were brave and rebellious. Such a group of people often got drunk and caused trouble in the town taverns of Mecklenburg, which was in sharp contrast with the disciplined spear team, and therefore both sides often disliked each other.

"Come with me." Johnberg glanced at these tilted and wearing helmets, or deliberately tear the corners of the shirt into burrs. In short, how to get their personality, and Aruod did not require too much military discipline except for asking them to obey orders.

"Captain, what's the matter with us?" The madman Andrew inserted his sword to the ground and asked John Berg. The other swordsmen were crowded over. Of course they saw the fierce battle in front of them. However, these swordsmen were destiny before joining the German Mercenary Group. They didn't care about this at all. When they did not receive the order to assemble, the swordsmen gathered in groups of three to three near the logistics supplies, throwing sieves on empty ale barrels to gamble and play. Aruod also turned a blind eye to this. The German Mercenary Group also turned a blind eye.

Most of the pike soldiers chose men with families in Mecklenburg because they were stable and reliable. Arod promised that the families of men who participated in the German Mercenary Group had many preferential policies, so Arod was never worried about the loyalty and obedience of the pike soldiers. However, the swordsmen of the German Mercenary Group needed another set of management methods. Honors and families could not bind them. The only way for them to obey orders was to reward the rewards. The only way for swordsmen to relieve psychological pressure on the battlefield was to gambling and find women.

"The respected Earl of Mecklenburg asked us to enter the battlefield immediately," Johnberg said to the swordsmen.

"But I heard that Duke Ebul's order is to hold on." A swordsman curled his lips and raised his beard on his lips. It seemed that everyone knew the order of Duke Ebul's order, but it was surprising that he was asked by the swordsman at this time.

"That's right, now it's clear that the Earl of Weimar sent troops without authorization. The situation is like this but he still has to get involved in the Earl. This is really not our responsibility or obligation." The other swordsmen also started to make noise, and John Berg frowned. He had been a mercenary all his life and knew what these guys were thinking.

"Stop it all and tell me your true thoughts." Johnberg shouted angrily to the swordsmen. At this time, the Swiss mercenaries in the German mercenary group frowned and walked towards him. These Swiss mercenaries were extremely united and even the rebellious swordsmen did not want to provoke them.

"Uh." Seeing John Berg get angry, the swordsmen calmed down and looked at each other, and then they became quiet.

"They want a bounty to be willing to go to the battlefield." Andrew, who was watching coldly, told John Berg the true thoughts of the swordsmen. As a swordsman eliminated from elite warriors, he still had a sense of honor in his heart.

"Can the price be raised?" John Berg sneered. He was very familiar with the mercenaries' tricks. Although the mercenaries would sign contracts with their employers to fight for their employers, sometimes there were mercenaries with bad character who would take advantage of the employer's battlefield crisis to threaten the price. However, John Berg did not expect that this would happen to Arod's German mercenary group.

"We have lost a lot of money, and the reward will be paid for a while. Now we can't wait. As long as the Count gives us a reward, we will immediately follow you to rescue the noble Mason and never retreat and regret it. God can testify for us." The swordsmen raised their hands and swear loudly. It seems that these swordsmen have lost a lot of money and have reached the point of red-eyedness.

"Damn beasts, don't think about who rescued you from the fate of hanging, and gave you weapons, armor, and even rewards. But now you are going to threaten the Earl, are you the only ones who can dispatch it?" John Berg said angrily.

"But when we became desperate people, we had already redeemed our destiny. The Earl promised us to treat us as ordinary mercenaries. Now we are following the rules of mercenaries." The swordsmen said without being outdone at this time. In desperation, John Berg had to report back to Arude. When he heard that his mercenaries did not obey the command and asked for rewards, Arude's first reaction was anger, but after the anger he calmed down. If he did not follow the requirements of the swordsmen, he would probably not be able to dispatch them.

"Let the quarconian give them the money." Arod decided to give the money to these swordsmen first and ordered them to follow Johnberg to attack, not to be afraid that they will have a good time now, and to bring a list for them in the future, and settle the accounts after the Celestial Arts.

After the quarantine handed over the money to the swordsmen, the swordsmen followed their promises very much and immediately carried their great swords and followed John Berg. Because they encountered the swordsmen and mercenaries, the time was delayed. At this time, the situation on the battlefield was changing. The army of Count Weimar, Count Thuringian and Count Plaunt gradually resisted the attack rhythm of Viking warriors. However, the intensity on the battlefield became increasingly fierce. Even many knights lost their war horses and started fighting among the infantry. At this time, they didn't care about the noble demeanor. The smoke of gunfire was everywhere. The knights were stronger and stronger than the infantry recruited, but the proportion of these elite soldiers was much smaller.

"Shasha~~~." At this moment, in the forest not far from the small plain, a Viking boy pushed aside the dense branches and leaves of the trees. He anxiously watched the fierce battle on the small plain, where his father was. Although he had reached the age of fighting on the battlefield according to the Viking customs and traditions, he was actually just a 12-year-old child. However, his father still had high hopes for him and brought him to the battlefield, but was placed in the last army.

"Kill~~~~~." The Viking boy looked around hard and finally saw his father fighting bloodyly near the enemy's left wing. At this time, the formations of the two sides of the battle were no longer there. The soldiers who were intertwined and melee were fighting completely with their original instincts, with blood and dead bodies all over the entire small plain.

"German mercenary group attack~~~." When the Mason noble army and Viking warriors fought bloodily, the German mercenary group swordsmen shouted from the gentle slopes of the hills, holding up a hybrid shackle and stabbing into the left wing of the Viking warriors in the battle. The sharp half-sword stabbed into the formation of the Viking warriors like a sharp arrow. Many Viking warriors were knocked down by the high sword. Although these swordsmen were despicable, they were undeniable that their swordsmanship was trained between life and death. They were different from the malnourished recruitment infantry of the Mason nobles, so they immediately gave the Viking warriors a heavy blow as soon as they joined the battle situation. Some Viking warriors with poor combat skills were chopped on the spot.

"Huh, finally the Earl of Mecklenburg fulfilled his promise." Seeing the swordsmen of the German Mercenary Group, the Earl of Weimar finally breathed a sigh of relief. The sword slashed on the wooden shield and the blunt sound made by hitting the man was particularly pleasant.

"It's time to be cursed." Claze gasped. His helmet had been lost in the fierce battle. The blood of his hair was scattered and sticky to his shoulders. He stretched out his arm holding the battle axe and wiped his face. At this time, the white face was mixed with soil and blood. Even the Vikings could not help but feel difficult in the face of such fierce battle. Now the Principality of Mason has a new reinforcement, which made Claze feel tricky. He looked around and found that the number of Vikings around him was decreasing.

"Strange, I remember that the Vikings had a cavalry. Where were their cavalry?" Arod on the hills was not happy that the situation was leaning towards the Mason nobles. He did not know how many soldiers Banuk had summoned, but he remembered that the Danish cavalry had a cavalry in the outpost battle and fought with the Javelin cavalry, which made Arod mind very much about this Danish mobile unit.

"Now the soldiers on both sides are fighting fiercely on the small plains, and even the knights cannot pass through. Even the Viking cavalry is useless." Sir Ron, who was beside Arud, looked at the fiercely fighting small plain below and said to Arud. Indeed, on both sides of the small plains, either dense forests or swamps are not suitable for cavalry to survive. Even Arud, who has always been good at cavalry detours, did not send cavalry.

"Hiss, I'm always a little worried, as if I've missed something?" But Aruod didn't let it go. He took a breath and said to himself with anxiety in his heart, and looked around with the telescope in his hand. However, Danish King Banuk hid his army in the woods behind. The dense branches and leaves of the tall fir trees in Northern Europe covered Aruod's vision, and he could not see anything at all.

"Well done, we can defeat the pagans with all our strength." Earl John held the sword in his hand and shouted loudly to the swordsmen of the German mercenary group beside him. Just as he stopped to surround the surroundings and wanted to find the flaws of the Viking warriors, he suddenly saw a strange scene inadvertently. At this time, the warriors fighting would not notice. Even the nobles of Mason were attracted by the battle and did not pay any attention. I wonder if it was God's will, John Berg's heart began to beat violently.
Chapter completed!