"Ah.≥," the men's rough shouts echoed near the gatehouse. People outside wanted to rush in, and people inside desperately pushed the enemy out.

"Woo." A low-level Bavarian noble swordsman was pushed into the entrance hall by the crowd. His leather boots stepped on the collapsed wooden door. The wooden door jumped like a seesaw. The noble swordsman quickly stabilized his body balance.

"Christ is above." After the noble swordsman stabilized his body and balanced, he couldn't help but shout out the name of Christ when he focused on the plot in front of him. The narrow city gate and the streets were connected, and the ground was covered with human corpses, and smoke and dust floated before his eyes and couldn't get rid of it. The blood-covered Bavarians and Mecklenburg people were fighting together.

"Roar~, support the Lords." The military chief led the team shouted among the Bavarian swordsmen. With his shouting, the swordsmen held the sword in their right hand tightly and blocked the sharp shield in front of them, pushing forward like a moving wall, trying to use this intensive tactic to destroy the Mecklenburg people's spear formation.

"Ping Ping." Just like a long time ago, in the Battle of Peloponnese, the swordsmen broke into the middle of the spear formation under the cover of shields. The super-long spear was not as flexible as the sword. The Bavarian swordsmen who broke into the formation swung their swords four times, and chopped the Mecklenburg people who were blocking the front to the ground.

"Give up the gun in the front row and use the sword." Just as the Bavarian noble swordsmen were ecstatic and swung their swords to kill all directions, the sergeants in the Mecklenburg spear formation suddenly shouted that these grassroots officers were in control of the forefront of the battle, so they quickly judged and made corresponding actions. The spearmen in the first row gave up the heavy spear in their hands, pulled out the sword at their waists, chopped the axe and nail hammers.

Arod stood on the tower and his eyes turned to the battle at the gate of the city. Although the Bavarian swordsman's involvement caused losses to the Mecklenburg spear company, it did not bring greater results to the battle. Instead, Arod mobilized the soldiers of the Mason nobles from both sides, causing attacks on the Bavarians who broke into the gatehouse to be attacked on three sides.

The Duke of Bavaria clenched his fists and rattled his joints. He did not expect that these northerners were so difficult to deal with. A border fort built by himself would one day become a stumbling block for him. What's worse, this border fort was built very firmly. Except for the city gates that were not cast with iron, the other sections of the city walls were carved into stones, and were piled up by the stonemason union.

"Hu." Thinking of this, the Duke of Bavaria was furious. He suddenly turned around and walked back with great strides. When he passed by a cavalry, he grabbed the whip from the cavalry's hand, which surprised everyone else.

"Those damn Mecklenburg people must humiliate them." In the siege camp, the baron who was originally responsible for garrisoning the border fort was splattering to other nobles.

He stood with his back to the Duke of Bavaria, and the other nobles who had heard him brag had seen the angry Duke of Bavaria, and they quickly took a few steps back. They took off their helmets and bowed, but the baron looked confused.

"Table." The Duke of Bavaria kicked him over to the ground, and then whipped him at the Baron with a whip. The Baron on the border covered his face, curled up on the ground and rolled around, and let out continuous wails. The people around him dared not plead or leave, but could only stand there in embarrassment, watching the Duke vent his anger.

"It's all you idiot, you have caused me to lose so many warriors." Finally, when the Duke of Bavaria was tired of fighting, the others hurried over to support him and comfort the furious old man.

The sky gradually dimmed. As the sound of retreat horns sounded in the Duke of Bavaria's camp, the Bavarian soldiers fighting on the front finally breathed a sigh of relief. They were exhausted and helped each other to withdraw from the gatehouse. The surviving knights also quickly turned their horses and left. They urged their crotch mounts to knock away their companions behind them and fled to their camp.

"Blow the charge horn." However, Aruod did not intend to let them go just like this. He immediately ordered the servant beside him.

"Woo, woo, woo~." Soon, a trumpeter on the tower, wearing a wide-edged iron helmet and a Mecklenburg heraldic shirt, picked up a trumpet, and there was a square Mecklenburg flag hanging on it. He puffed up his cheeks and blew it hard, and the sound of the trumpet spread over the battlefield.

"Oh oh oh." The soldiers of Mecklenburg heard it and suddenly became excited. Whenever they heard the sound of the trumpet of charge, they knew that victory belonged to them. Even though they were exhausted physically and mentally, they still rushed towards the Bavarians.

On the contrary, the Bavarians heard the sound of their own retreat. Even if they were unwilling to admit it, they knew in their hearts that they must have lost. Otherwise, the knights would not have fled quickly with their horses. There were many factors that decided the victory or defeat on the battlefield. The morale of soldiers in the era of cold weapons was absolutely very important. Then they saw the Mecklenburg people who were attacking wildly, and they became even more panicked. They could have retreated in an orderly manner under the leadership of their respective company captains, but now it has become a major escape.

"Well, let me go first."

"Don't squeeze, damn beast." The crowded Bavarians were crowded in the narrow gatehouse. They pushed each other and wanted to leave first, but it became a situation where no one could leave. The Mecklenburg people took the opportunity to cover up from behind.

"Mr. Duke, the damn Mecklenburg people attacked our soldiers when we retreated, many of them died or were injured, and more of them became prisoners." The lucky military chief who left first returned to the Duke of Mecklenburg in a dilemma, lowered his head and reported to the Duke.

"These are barbarians who do not follow the rules of war." The nobles surrounded by the Duke of Bavaria cursed angrily, but when they dealt with the Italians, they did not talk much about the rules. But now it was their turn, but they became angry. Perhaps this is the virtue of the Europa!

"Dude, don't worry, your vassals have not been mobilized yet. As long as all vassals are mobilized, Mecklenburg will be burned like straw." The military chief of the Duke of Bavaria stood up straight, and he said to the Duke of Bavaria with confidence that although their attack on the fortress was setback, they actually had the advantage in numbers. As long as they surrounded the Mecklenburg people in the fortress and mobilized a large army to siege, the victory will eventually belong to them.

"No, my lord, I decided to accept your previous proposal." The Duke of Bavaria closed his eyes and suddenly opened it. He looked at his military chief and said to him, which made the military chief stunned.

"Sir, who are you talking about?"

"Send an envoy to the Mecklenburg people to ask for peace talks." The Duke of Bavaria said to his military chief.

"What? Lord Duke, propose peace talks at this time?" The military chief and many nobles were surprised. They felt that it was a self-deprecation to propose peace talks after the failure, but the Duke of Bavaria was particularly firm.

"This is my order." The Duke of Bavaria finally got angry. He roared and said to his subordinates. Under the Duke's authority, the nobles had to bow and agree. They came out of the Duke's tent and complained to each other.

"Now it's as you wish, tell me your plan, you venom-squirting snake." After his men left the tent, the Duke of Bavaria suddenly said to the unattractive corner of the tent.

"Suo Suo." Suddenly, a silence sounded in the direction of the tapestries, and a figure walked out from behind the tapestries. When he walked to the candlelight, he returned to the world like a ghost of hell, revealing his ugly figure, and a red birthmark squirmed a few times.
Chapter completed!