Many dejected refugees flocked to the streets of Dusseldorf.

The sudden recession of refugees shrouded the entire town.

Looking at the refugees sleeping on the streets, dressed in rags and begging on the ground, the mayor was almost annoyed. Because after only one night, when people woke up this morning, they found that there were many new refugee bodies that were frozen and stiff on the streets.

The townsmen and the merchants in the town also gradually learned from the refugees that the village of Lohausen was ruthlessly robbed.

In the mouths of the refugees, Count Luowen's army was a demon crawling out of hell, and their sharp minions ruthlessly devoured every living person they saw.

Panic began to linger in the hearts of everyone in the town of Düsseldorf, whether civilians, merchants, soldiers, or nobles.

In the huge Earl's Court tower in the center of the town, Earl Berg, dressed in blue clothes, paced back and forth against his throne and shelf table covered with clean white linen, his face full of anxiety and gloom.

"How is this possible? Who gave them the courage to gather troops in the snow to attack?" Earl Berg shook his head, feeling that he was so worried that his hair had fallen a lot.

"My lord, although I don't want to admit it, unfortunately I have to tell you that whether it is based on the lord of the village of Lohausen or the spy who just received it from Count Luowen, the news they sent back indicates that Count Luowen has gathered troops in the snow and ice and is attacking our army."

Beside Earl Berg, a thin man in a wide black hooded robe said carefully, his expression was the same as Earl Berg - with an incredible look on his face.

"Are the spies we sent to the other side of the river a group of rice buckets that only eat wine and meat in the tavern every day with their funds? Why is such an important news just reaching my ears now?" Earl Berg's brow frowned, his voice was filled with anger, and his sharp questioning eyes made the thin man unable to raise his head.

"Dear lord, they have actually done everything they can. The spy who just came back said that his companion released the pigeon in the middle of the night a few days ago, but I don't know what accident happened, and the pigeon did not send the news back in the storm and snow fog."

The thin spy leader swallowed, took his hood off his head, revealing his hair as thin as the autumn weeds and the dense sweat beads on his forehead, and continued, "Now this spy who brought the information back still pretended to be a servant and followed the army of Count Luoweng to cross the ferry, assassinated their grooms and night watchmen in the middle of the night, grabbed a fast horse, and rushed back overnight."

Earl Berg wanted to say something, but in the end he just squirmed his lips, and all the resentment and unwillingness finally turned into a sigh.

"Stop talking about this. Since everything has happened, we can't change it. Now, we have to think carefully about how to deal with Earl Luowen, this cunning fox!" Earl Berg said, and pounded the handrail wrapped in wolf skin with his clenched fist.

"According to their current marching posture, they are likely to besiege the town of Dusseldorf. It is too late to assembling the entire Earl's leader's knights and soldiers to assemble. We must be prepared to guard the town." said the old quarconian next to the spy leader.

"Old Weilerman, what you said makes sense." Earl Berg sat on the throne with his back on his back. His originally impetuous heart began to cool down gradually, and reason was returning to his brain. "I think I have to send my messengers and messengers out before they besieged the town of Dusseldorf, and let the barons gather their troops and kick the army of Count Loon, who was besieged in the ass."

"Good idea, then we can fight out of the town and work with the barons inside and outside, so that Count Luowen was attacked from both sides!" The old quarantine Weilerman said as he spoke, showing a victorious smile. He could not wait to see the scene of Count Luowen being attacked inside and outside fleeing in panic with his tail between his legs.

"In addition, we have to transfer the nearby villagers, supplies, food and livestock into the solid walls of the town, so that there will be no more tragedy like the village of Lohausen, which will prevent the bastard from plundering our village nearby to obtain supplies!" Quartermaster Weileman said with a red face and blowing his beard.

As a result, the entire Düsseldorf stables were mobilized.

The scouts, commanders and messengers all joined forces, and carried out the tall town gate with orders between their waists and pockets, and rode out of the tall town gate and galloped in all directions.

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At this time, on the main road leading to the town of Dusseldorf to the west of the village of Lohausen, a large army was slowly moving forward.

At the front of the team were the Earl of Luoweng and his vassals, as well as the well-equipped personal guards and private soldiers of the Earl and Barons.

They were followed by mercenaries and incomplete armored Freeman soldiers.

Unlike the mercenaries who were Shangquan's armor, some of these free civilian soldiers wore leather armor and armed clothes that had been washed after countless battles, while others wore potholes and rusty iron helmets.

Following the freemen soldiers was a huge team of serfs and poor people. Most of them held firewood axes or pitchforks, and a thin, vulnerable broken wooden shield.

Some of the serf soldiers who seemed to have been on the battlefield and had trophys, possessed a curved spear or an armed axe with a rolled blade and rusted.

Behind the serf soldiers were serfs who didn't even have weapons.

They were thinly dressed, but they were doing the hardest and most tiring work in the entire team. The worst thing was that when siege, they were often treated as cannon fodder by the lord, carrying the siege ladder, pushing the siege cart, and charging at the front line with the rain of arrows.

Walking on the snowy road, "enjoying" the howling cold wind, whether it is the lord's private soldiers, the free men's soldiers, the poor serf soldiers, or the serf soldiers, they are all struggling at this time.

Every mile that travels is a huge challenge for them.

Sometimes, among the ranks of poor serf soldiers and serfs, people were blown down by the biting cold wind on the roadside, and never got up again.

"Can't these damn lazy people be quick? I can't see how fast they ran when they robbed the village yesterday!" Earl Luowen rode a beautiful brown war horse and looked at the slow army behind him on the main road with some dissatisfaction.

"My respectful monarch, it is already very difficult to assemble troops on snowy days, let alone march in this bad weather." Baron Quinier's voice came from the side of Earl Loon, but this did not eliminate the Count's dissatisfaction.

"The reason why I gathered my troops in the wind and snow with huge opposition and hired mercenaries was to catch Count Berg off guard, so that he could not gather his troops, and then be defeated by us one by one. Now it seems that these slow marching bastards have ruined my exquisite plan!"

"Oh." Baron Quinnier sighed and said nothing more.

He learned from his men that even though the army spent last night in the village of Lohausen and bonfires were raised in many places, nearly twenty poor serf soldiers died overnight.

He was very reluctant to see such non-combat reasons for the reduction of personnel, although the number of people was not large.

However, Count Luo Weng didn't think so. In his opinion, it was just freezing to death, and it was no big deal. He thought that the lowly farmers were terrifyingly fertile, just like hares who had not encountered natural enemies. The population would be overturned in a few years.

The originally gloomy sky became much brighter, and the endless snowflakes began to calm down. The snow fog became as hazy as the thin silk clothes, and the visibility was much higher. This was undoubtedly good news for Count Luoweng.

After the weather improved, Count Luowen's army accelerated. Not long after they marched forward, a crossroads appeared in front of them.

"Qunniel, Yubes, it seems that you are going to part with me here." Earl Luowen's scout whispered a few times in his ear. The Earl exhaled and turned his head to his two capable vassals.

"My monarch, I will keep my mission in mind, after quickly looting their scattered settlements and castles, joining you with money and food, and conquer the town of Dusseldorf together."

"Very good, now gather your staff." Earl Luowen nodded with satisfaction.

This time, he brought a total of 1,100 people to go to war with him, including 200 mercenaries.

Earl of Loewon will lead 600 people to besiege the town of Dusseldorf, and his two most powerful vassals will each lead two or three hundred people, and divide the troops into two groups to plunder the vassals who are in a scattered state at this time, plunder their wealth and food supplies, and finally meet with Earl of Loewon and launch a general attack on the town of Dusseldorf.

"Captain Geram, the master asked you to take your people to the left of the fork in the road. Fox, the master asked you to go to the front of the queue. You are more familiar with this area and you will be the one who will lead the way later." Baron Quinier's servant rode his horse to the marching ranks of the Freeman soldiers and mercenaries, and loudly conveyed his master's orders.

Soon Baron Quinier brought his private soldiers, the mercenaries he hired, and the free and poor soldiers in his territory, to the main road leading to the north.

"Fox, you know Baron Dorsten and the Village of Folder, don't you?"

A black foal next to Baron Quinier was a slightly fat middle-aged man in a bright yellow dye robe. He was wearing red and white color-blocked leggings and a pair of deer-skin boots that were brightly polished with lard.

A cold wind blew up the green hood of the slightly fat man, and his eyes filled with cruelty and resentment were exposed, and a green and fierce light was flashing in his pupils.

"Yes, my dear Lord Quinier, I know every tree and every tree there. On that land, my dear best friend and my enemies whom I long to tear to pieces..."
Chapter completed!