As night fell, even the moon was hidden in the dark clouds. The Border Fort and the Bavarian camp were pitch black. But at this time, many ropes were lowered from above the Border Fort's walls, and then one after another, carefully climbing down from the wall.︽,

"Soso." These people who climbed down from the city wall immediately bent down and gathered carefully, and then headed towards the southeast corner of the Bavarian camp. The leader was Earl Ron in casual clothes.

"Shh." Walking in the trench, you will inevitably make a slight crackling sound when stepping on dead trees due to the rugged terrain. Even if the sound is so small that it will hardly be noticed, Earl Ron frowned and rushed to the soldier who made the sound.

"Uh." The Mason soldier stood with breath and looked around, but fortunately no one noticed it.

Seeing that the enemy did not attract the attention of the enemy, Earl Ron led the twenty men of this Masons to continue moving forward, including Baron Lance who advocated the night attack, Baron Ferred who protected Earl Ron, and others were low-level gentry and experienced warriors.

They secretly approached the Bavarian camp in the night. When they were about to approach the Bavarian camp, they could finally hear the Bavarian soldiers in the camp. The Bavarian soldiers were talking to each other about the weather and the bad food today. At this time, Count Ron unconsciously reached out and wiped his forehead. He knew that he had to be more cautious now.

Eberhad sat outside his tent, and the bonfire in front of him was making a crackling sound. He looked up at the Border Fort where only shadows were left. During the day, he saw the Mecklenburg people on the city wall. The Mecklenburg people holding crossbows were patrolling vigilantly. Eberhad once wanted to go over and ask to meet Arod himself, and to look at his attitude towards him. But the Duke always looked for various reasons, making him unable to separate, and as long as Eberhad was by his side, the Duke looked sick.

"Sir, please have some broth!" A duke's personal guard brought the broth to Eberhard and drew attentively to the first heir.

"When did Lord Duke fall ill?" Eberhard asked while taking the broth.

"Yesterday was fine. You know that the Duke has always been strong. Even at such an age, the women in the camp would warm the bed from time to time. Sometimes I wonder if I can still have this kind of body when I am old." The Duke's guard took off his iron helmet, put it at his feet, and said to Eberhard with a smile.

"Haha." Eberhad also laughed. The Bavarians were not afraid of this topic. They even believed that this was a symbol of a man's courage, especially an elderly person.

"Maybe you're too tired?" the Duke's guard joked.

"Impossible, he is~." Eberhard wiped his mouth. When he was about to refute, he heard a strange sound from the southeast corner. Although it was only a small sound for a moment, Eberhard instinctively stood up.

"What's wrong?" The Duke's guard saw Ebehad's appearance and quickly stood up and looked in the direction where Ebehad looked.

"Get my sword." Eberhard turned his head and shouted at his personal bodyguard.

Eberhard's personal bodyguard immediately gave him the sword. As a great nobleman, the personal bodyguard was responsible for keeping the heavy sword.

"Brush." ​​Eberhard immediately drew his sword and threw the exquisite shark-skin scabbard to the ground. The Duke's guard frowned and immediately drew out his weapon.

"Ping Ping." Suddenly, from the southeast of the camp, the sound of weapons colliding and screams of killing sounded.

"It's an attack, sir." The Duke's guard licked his lips. It was obvious that the enemy launched a night attack in the southeast of the camp, and it was the weakest place in the entire camp.

"Enemy attack, enemy attack." Soon, a warning sounded in the camp, and the soldiers who were resting also heard the sound of fighting. They rushed out of their tents and ran towards the sound of loud places. However, under the dark night sky, they could not judge the exact place at all, which made the camp messy.

"Kill." Earl Ron waved the sword in his hand. His sword was the first to be stained with the blood of the enemy. He stabbed a drunken Bavarian soldier leaning against the fence, and made him lie smoothly on the ground without making a slight sound, which was a perfect attack.

However, when they rushed into the camp, they encountered a patrol team of Bavarian soldiers, which exposed their figures.

"Don't worry about others, rush to the Duke's tent, and set fire as much as possible." Earl Ron's swordsmanship was first-class. He was once Arod's guard. His purpose was to assassinate the Duke of Bavaria, and at least he should disrupt the Bavarian camp.

Just as they attacked one hundred meters away from the Duke of Bavaria, they met a real opponent. A strong and extraordinary nobleman blocked his way, and the guards beside him were also brightly dressed and armored. It can be seen that this nobleman has a very identity.

"Clang." Earl Ron's sword stabbed over, but was quickly avoided and blocked by the nobles from the bottom. The swords they fought splashed out of Mars in the friction, and the dark night sky became very dazzling.

"Earl Ron, we have succeeded in the action, it's time to leave." At this time, Baron Lans shouted at Earl Ron in the melee crowd.

"Earl Ron?" Hearing Lans' voice, the nobleman who fought with Earl Ron was stunned and took back his sword.

"Success?" Earl Ron was also stunned when he heard Lans' words. He never thought that he could really complete the task, but Lans's words made him excited again.

Taking advantage of the moment when the nobles who were fighting against him were stunned, Count Ron quickly turned back to the way he came. The Masons protected him from the siege, and the darkness and chaos covered their whereabouts. Many Bavarians just woke up from their sleep and didn't know what had happened.

"Are they Mecklenburgers? Don't chase them anymore." It was Eberhard who fought against Earl Ron. He immediately stopped the soldiers from pursuing them. After all, if you want peace, you cannot kill a vassal of the Duke of Mecklenburg.

"What?" the Bavarian soldiers were all surprised, but they had to obey Eberhard's orders.

"Mr. Eberhad, it's not good." At this time, another duke's personal guard reported to Eberhad.

"What's wrong?"
Chapter completed!