"Gudu." Aruod's throat slid, and he swallowed hard. He did not expect that Madame Kelly, the mother of Earl Plaunn, was such a woman who could understand people's inner thoughts. This woman was too dangerous. This thought arose in Aruod's heart for the first time.

"Don't be afraid of Lord Gong, I believe Count Lauziz must also make plans to let you and the Bohemians die together, otherwise why would he shrink his elite troops into the castle?" said Mrs. Kelly.

"You are saying this to relieve my guilt?" Aruod said, which was equivalent to acquiescing Mrs. Kelly's inference.

"The superiors do not need to feel guilty, just be responsible to God." Mrs. Kelly smiled slightly. The plan of this machine seemed simple, but in fact no one could believe that first, we must reduce the loss to the minimum, and then break through the castle of Count Lauzits, which is high-walled barriers. This is impossible no matter how you think about it. Even if you say it, you will be regarded as a madman.

"Well, I believe you are a smart lady. Please treat this plan as a secret between the two of us and don't let anyone know." Arod said sighing.

"Of course, but I'm worried that when I return to Plaun's own castle, I will leak the secret to the maid because of my physical and mental relaxation. You know that women sometimes like to spread some things that are not there." Mrs. Kelly covered her mouth with her hands and looked at Arod with innocent eyes and said.

"Are you threatening me?" Arod saw it in his heart. He really needed to keep this secret. Because this was an important part of his plan and he must not fail because of this. Arod almost gritted his teeth and said to Mrs. Kelly, "Dear Madam, the German Mercenary Group officially invited you as a terrain consultant and welcome you to join our team."

"Terrain Consultant? Lord Gong Xiang, you are really looking for the right person. No one knows the territory of the Principality of Mason better than me." Mrs. Kelly said to Arud with pride. The young mother, whose son had already gone to the battlefield to kill the enemy, said with a girlish smile.

"I hope so." Aruod said helplessly, his eyes swept inadvertently towards Lauziz County.

A banquet was held in the tent of the Duke of Bohemia. The duke's vassals were feasting on cheese, fruits and meat that had been plundered from the countryside. They drank bitter ale and sang songs that they could not understand. They were drunk and slept when they were full. When they were full, they got up and rode on war horses to chop people. This was the standard nomadic life.

"Eat some meat and bones for the prisoners." The Duke of Bohemia touched his beard with his greasy hands and said to the guards beside him.

On the support pillars of the tent, Count Plaun and several prisoners were tied to it, and their armor was removed. They were shivering only in liners and trousers. Their face, which was once pampered, turned yellow, but Count Plaun's eyes were still full of stubbornness and strength.

"Give you a prisoner, and there is still some meat in the bones." The guard threw the bones to Earl Plaun, but the Earl only looked at the Bohemian in front of him, not even a glance at the bones.

"I am the Count of Plaun, and I ask for treatment that suits my identity." Count Plaun's voice was a little hoarse, and he tried hard to say to these Bohemians.

"This is what you deserve, the guard said angrily, then threw the bones at the door of the tent, and the two dukes' hounds competed for the bones, causing the nobles in the tent to laugh.

"Master Earl, these Bohemian barbarians do not understand etiquette or civilization at all." The same captured knights around Earl Praun comforted him, and they were lucky that only the surviving nobles were captured, and those ordinary soldiers were either killed or became slaves.

"I'm fine." Earl Plaun said in frustration. The battle with the Bohemians over the past few days was still circling in his mind. The yells of cavalry and the neighing of war horses were circling in his ears. He had never seen so many cavalry, and he didn't know where to cut when you swung your sword.

"What should we do with these prisoners, Lord Duke?" At this moment, the Bohemia was discussing the fate of Count Plaun and others. The Bohemia Duke listened to the discussion of his nobles.

"We can trade these prisoners for ransom."

"No, we should take these prisoners under the castle of Count Lauziz, and chop them up with swords, so that the guards can know what to do against us." Another Bohemian nobleman retorted.

"But our food and grass are not enough, and horses and people spend a lot of money every day and need to be supplemented. However, the castle of Count Lauziz cannot be captured for a long time, and the siege consumes us more than the people in the castle."

"That's why I said killing the prisoners and letting the people in the castle feel threatened."

"What if they were indifferent? The nobles of the Principality of Mason were cowards, why did they care about these prisoners?"

The debate among the Bohemian nobles became increasingly fierce. From the beginning, the debate gradually got out of control. The nobles on both sides had their own opinions and could not convince each other. Just as the nobles overturned the table and cursed, the Duke of Bohemian finally couldn't help but pick up the scepter in his hand and hit it hard and made a loud noise on the wooden table.

"Enough, stop this meaningless argument, don't forget that these captives are the property of Count Ota, and you have ignored his opinions." The Duke of Bohemia cursed angrily. The nobles remembered the absent-placed Count Ota and sat back to their seats in disappointment.

"Then let's wait for Earl Ota to come back and discuss it." said the Bohemia nobles.

"Where has Count Ota been?" the duke's father-in-law asked curiously.

"The Earl of Ota has gone to find the merchants' purchase of food and grass according to my orders, and should be back soon." The Duke of Bohemia said to his father-in-law, Earl of Zeroimo.

"Are the merchants who follow the army trustworthy the vultures who make money in war? Today they can sell us food and grass, and tomorrow they can sell us to the enemy." Earl Zheroymo said, shaking his head. This count was a traditional nobleman and had a natural sense of disgust for civilians and merchants.

"We just need each one. We must know that without these merchants, the slaves and goods we captured cannot be turned into silver houses." The Duke of Bohemia patiently explained to his father-in-law, Earl Zheroymo.

"You are right, Duke, you are always so fair and wise." Earl Zheroymo stared at the Duke. Many rumors had already spread in the army. Among them, the most unbearable relationship between the Duke and the Earl Ota made Earl Zheroymo extremely uneasy. If the Duke likes to pamper men, it is of course his own private matter. Anyway, the Duke has given birth to a five-year-old boy with Earl Zheroymo's daughter. A male heir is a symbol of the stability of the regime. But what if the affair between the Duke and Earl Ota surpasses the individual?

Earl Zheruo's suspicion is not completely unreasonable. Once the powerful ministers and the monarch pass, there will be countless disasters, let alone such a deformed relationship. Earl Zheruo can only pray that the gods can live a healthy and long life before their grandson grows up.

Earl Ota didn't know what Earl Zheroymo was thinking at this time. He watched these adventure merchants, who turned the Bohemians from the countryside into slaves, and sold the farmers' bottles and jars, like a giant beast digesting everything in the war and turning it into nutrients of destruction.

"Sir, there is a travel merchant who said there is something important to ask to see you." A Bohemian knight walked to Earl Ota. Most of the Bohemian knights were wearing leather armor, and most of the land in the Bohemian plains were barren, and even the knight class with fiefs was not rich.

However, the Bohemian knights had force that was not inferior to Western European countries, so there was nothing more exciting than a war with justifiable reasons. However, this war against Count Lauziz made the knights a little disappointed. All the wealth of Lauziz County was gathered in the castle, but the Bohemians who lacked the tools to siege were at a loss at the tall and strong city walls.

"Let them go and find the grain raising officer." Earl Ota waved his hand impatiently. He was almost losing patience.

"But he said there was a business about the castle of Count Lauziz." The Bohemian knight unconsciously touched his waist. There was a small bag of coins, and the hard coins were always very convincing.

"Well, let him come over." Although Earl Ota frowned, he still asked the knight to bring the merchant over.

When a businessman in a dirty leather jacket appeared in front of Count Ota with a flattering smile, the Count had no feelings. He just treated the merchant as a general speculative merchant. However, a few minutes later, the Count changed his opinion because the inconspicuous merchant brought him a crucial thing, which made Count Ota realize that this was simply a big gift, and he trembled with the things that the merchant paid tribute.

"Prepare a horse for me." Earl Ota's face turned red with excitement. He shouted at a knight, and even dragged a knight off the horse because of anxiety. He rode himself on his feet and kicked the horse hard with the spur on his feet, galloping towards the Duke of Bohemia's camp, even the Duke assigned to him completely ignored the tasks assigned to him.

When the panting Earl of Ota appeared in the tent, even the Duke of Bohemia was very surprised. He looked at his favorite favorite, panicked look, but he didn't touch Earl of Ota for a long time. When the Duke of Bohemia smiled slightly and was about to tease her, Earl of Ota strode to him, took out a piece of parchment from his arms and handed it to the Duke. The nobles who were looking for fun in the tent all stretched their necks curiously, and didn't know what made Earl of Ota so panicked.

"What is this?" asked the Duke of Bohemia.

"It is a weapon drawing for attacking the castle." (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!