"Ping~~." Suddenly, a crisp sound rang out. Earl Lauziz frowned and woke up from his sleep. He sat up from the wooden bed with his furry upper body. The wooden windows were closed and the room seemed a little dim. Earl Lauziz heard a few squeaking sounds. It seemed that the damn mouse had broken something.

"Sir, I heard something happening." At this time, Earl Lauziz's personal servant opened the door and walked in, asking the Count respectfully.

"Is it dawn? Damn rat?" Earl Lauziz leaned against the head of the bed and asked the attendant to support the wooden window. The morning sunlight penetrated through the window, and there seemed to be something shining on the ground.

"Sir Earl, the mouse broke one of your ornaments." As the attendant turned around, he saw that under the wooden cabinet, an ornament had turned into two, so he stood there and said to Earl Lauziz.

"Take it over, what?" Earl Lauziz asked curiously. The servant quickly picked up the broken ornaments, walked to the count's bed and handed them to him.

When I received it, I bought it cold. This was a sword-holding knight sculpture made of mud. After it was pinched, it was burned hard and applied with some colorful fuel. It was made of a decoration placed on the wooden cabinet. Earl Lauziz remembered that it seemed to be a toy he owned when he was a child. The person who made this toy was Sir Boris, the inner knight of Earl Lauziz, but at this time the toy had cracked in half from his chest.

A long time ago, a child rode on the shoulders of a strong knight, standing on the walls of the castle. Feeling the gentle breeze, the family heraldic flags on the castle fluttered in the wind. Wherever their eyes were the undulating hills and plains and dense forests. The child laughed innocently and happily and pointed his fingers to the distance and said to the knight.

"Boris, Boris, look, the land you can see is my territory. You must protect my territory."

"Yes, Count. I will defend you and your territory with my life, hahaha." The child's innocent laughter mixed with the knight's hearty laughter, and as the wind blows into the distance, flowing in the long and peaceful way in the river of time.

The Earl Lauziz didn't know at this time that the castle he thought was indestructible had been completely occupied by the Bohemians, and the tower was full of screams of rape and looting. The tower where the Earl Lauziz family lived for generations was looted, the children of the nobles were desecrated and plundered, and the rebels were killed. Even hiding in the prayer room was not helpful. The wounded were all driven to an abandoned warehouse, and the Bohemians burned the warehouse with a fire. The tragic sounds of the wounded and the thick smoke rising seemed to be heard and seen from miles away. This once honorable castle would turn into a ruin after the Bohemians left.

"It's so sad that the man who abandoned his hometown." Arod soon received the news that the castle was captured. His army had been waiting on the border for a long time. The first moment he received the news, he immediately set out to move straight towards the Bohemia. When entering Lauziz County, they saw refugees running away on the muddy path. When the castle burned, the people who were hiding in the forest knew that Lauziz County had completely become a toy that was under the iron hoof of the Bohemia.

"Are you here to help the castle?" the fleeing people asked curiously when they saw this marching army and the black lion flag.

"That's right." John Berg replied.

"You are late. The Bohemians have conquered the castle. How many of you are?" The refugees with family asked with expectations in their eyes. No one was willing to leave their hometowns and their hometowns and lands. Many people could only become beggars in the towns and live a miserable life.

"We have more than a thousand people. Even if the Bohemians conquered the castle, we will fight against them in the wilderness." Johnberg said proudly.

"More than a thousand people?"

"Want to fight the Bohemians in the wilderness?" The refugees looked at Johnberg in amazement, then shook their heads and embarked on a wandering journey again. In their opinion, these people have gone crazy, or at least some people who are seeking death.

"Run quickly, the Bohemian cavalry is here." At this moment, the sound of horse hooves came from the rear of the refugees. This seemed to be the scout cavalry sent by the Duke of Bohemia. However, the Bohemian light cavalry was very fierce and ordinary troops were no match for them. The refugees abandoned everything in their hands and ran into the bushes and woods next to the path, where to hide their bodies and were not conducive to cavalry operations.

"The first company, the second company square formation defense formation." John Berg immediately issued an order. The first company and the second company, who were walking in the forefront, immediately arranged the spearmen into a square formation in amid the rapid drumming of the drummers, and closed the entire path of the trail.

"Dragon, dragon, dragon~~." Twelve Bohemian archers and horsemen soon appeared on the other side of the trail. They were also very surprised to see the army that suddenly appeared here, because in the eyes of these Bohemians, no one dared to fight with them in the wild, and they even looked at each other in confusion.

"Kill them." But the capture of the Earl of Lauziz castle made the Bohemia's confidence expand unlimitedly. The leader of the Bohemia bent his bow and arrow, shot an arrow at the square array of spears, and ordered to other companions.

"Oh~~." The archers from the plains of Eastern Europe roared. They skillfully shot arrows with their bows in their hands. The arrows flew into the square formation of spears like locusts. The Bohemians confidently believed that any Germanic army would encounter such a blow. This kind of blow would have nothing more than two endings. One was that the easily irritated Germans would rush over and attempt to attack them horse riders with the weapons they held. However, the archers would soon escape and shoot them one by one in the exhausted pursuit of the Germans, like a sophisticated cat playing with the rats under its sharp claws. The other ending was to endure this kind of attack that could only be beaten but could not fight back, but the cowardly performance of the commander would cause the morale of the entire army to be depressed.

"Hmph." But the spearmen who were shot by the arrow just groaned and fell down and was dragged down by their companions behind him. The next row of people immediately filled his position. The soldiers in the entire spear square array were like wooden sculptures. This silent pressure made the archers feel strange.

"Sparrow square." Johnberg raised his sword and shouted loudly.

"Drink~~." The soldiers of the phalanx shouted in an orderly manner. They looked straight ahead, held their spears tightly with their hands, and stood firm in their positions with their feet.

"Stay."

"Hu~~~." The phalanx soldiers' training day after day played a role. Their nerves had long been numbed by various trainings. Executing orders was their only duty, and nothing else could destroy their tough nerves.

"The crossbowmen dispel those damn cavalry." Arod rode a horse and watched behind the two companies' phalanxes. He was very satisfied with his subordinates' performance and ordered Sir Ron. The crossbowmen from Mason Town and Fort Lida immediately walked to both sides of the phalanx. Arod was arranged by Arod in a group of three, one pulled the crossbow, one hit the crossbow arrow, and one aimed at shooting, which saved the arm strength of a single crossbow soldier and increased the accuracy of shooting.

"Shoot~~." The crossbowmen took the crossbow handed over by their assistants and shot the crossbow arrows at the archers. The crossbow arrow flew out and made a whizzing sound of breaking through the air. Seeing that the Germans actually used long-range weapons to deal with them, the Bohemians immediately turned their horses and retreated.

"We must report everything that happened here to the Duke." Finally, looking at the airtight strange formation and the flying black lion flags of flies, the Bohemian archers decided to return first and report the matter here to the Duke of Bohemian.

"Sir, the Bohemians have fled." Looking at the Bohemians who fled far away, Ron looked at the indifferent Arod. He didn't understand why Arod didn't send out cavalry and killed these Bohemian archers who had already seen their strength.

"Let them go, and soon the Bohemians will come to us and order the scouts to find a place that is easy to defend and difficult to attack, where will we wait for them." Arod placed his two hands with arm armor on the back of his mount. He knew that the Bohemians who were holding the aftermath of the castle would definitely despise his reinforcements, so he happened to use this to give the Bohemians a head-on blow.

The scouts of the German Mercenary Corps were sent out. They soon found a small hill with a backing stream. On one side of the hill was a steep cliff, and they only needed to guard both sides of the east and west. This was an ideal place for Arod, who was mainly spear infantrymen. They drove down a box truck pulled by a pack horse and waited patiently for the Bohemians to come.

"You mean the Principality of Mason sent an army to us?" The Duke of Bohemia sat on the throne in the castle hall, and below were several archers who had sent out to capture slaves, and they brought in incredible news to the Duke.

"This is impossible." The Bohemian nobles, drinking wine happily in the lord's hall, hugging the captive women in the castle, and curling up in the corner of the hall with many naked upper bodies, and after the war, the Bohemians believed that this was the best part of the war.

"What do the noble heraldry on the flags that the army is holding?" asked the Germanic people who stood under the seat of the Duke of Bohemia, one of whom looked like a pig's head pressed against the short man.

"It seems to be a black lion's emblem." The archer replied.
Chapter completed!