The Germanic forest was gloomy and terrifying. The once glorious and powerful legion of the Roman Empire was defeated by the Germans in the Teutonic Forest. Since then, the Romans have known the bloodthirsty of the Germans. When the Romans recalled the dense dark forest that was beyond their heads, they showed a chill from the bottom of their hearts. The Germanic warriors who rushed out of the jungle with sharp battle axes in their hands often brought unbearable bloody storms to the Romans.

Many years later, on this land covered with dense forests, the Roman Empire that he hated back then was solemnly taken over by the Germans. People who were also flowing with the blood of the Germanic nation fought hard in this forest, and the blood would water the land where they grew up.

"Sharp~~~." A group of soldiers carefully shuttled through the forest. Walking in the front was a swordsman holding a sharp sword, wearing leather armor, and embroidered with a family's emblem. It looked like a poor knight. Behind him were two sergeants holding spears with nervous expressions. On the back of the sergeant were three archers with arrows bent bows, and finally five light infantry rear guards. From the perspective of personnel configuration, this was a reconnaissance outpost.

"Be careful, we are almost approaching the Saxophone camp." The poor knight with the sword squatted down and turned his head to his companions.

"Damn mosquito." A sergeant cursed and reached out to pat his face. A blood-sucking mosquito was slapped and blood was left on his face. The mosquitoes gathered in the dense forest and made a humming sound. When they saw someone coming, they flew over to suck blood.

"Swoosh~~~." Suddenly, a white light flew out from the bushes, crossed straight over the head of the squatting poor knight, and slashed into the sergeant's face. The front edge of the sergeant's cap and helmet was cut.

"What's wrong?" The others saw in horror that a short-handled flying axe chopped the sergeant's face in half, and blood poured out from the wound and splashed on the sergeant's clothes and the poor knight's leather armor.

"Wow~~~." Just as the flying axe killed a sergeant, several ferocious axe-holding soldiers rushed out of the dense jungle. They wore leather long-eared hats and linen tops often worn by farmers. They rushed into the outpost team with round shields and battle axes in the other, waving battle axes and making a terrifying roar.

"It's a Saxonian, don't be afraid to go up, archers shoot." The poor knight swung his sword and drove away a tall tomahawk soldier. He used his sword to block it while ordering others.

"Ah." Suddenly, the forest that was still calm was filled with the sound of human fighting. The soldiers holding a battle axe had just cut down a sergeant and were shot by the archers' arrows. The bows and arrows were very killing at this close range. Although the archers of the Principality of Mason are not as famous as those of the English, they have also been strictly trained, and each arrow can take the lives of the Saxons.

"The Saxons came from behind." Just as the two sides were entangled, a group of strange warriors rushed out from behind the Duke Mason soldiers. They were wearing chain mail, with crosses embroidered on the zither outside the chain mail, and the helmets on their heads were like the hat of the bishop in the church. They held a pointed vulture shield in one hand and a war hammer in the other. They were tall and majestic, and rushed quickly with steady steps.

"It's not good that the Nordic sects are the ones who can defend quickly." The knowledgeable poor knights immediately recognized that they were bishops from the snow and ice in Nordics. These bishops were not just praying. During the war, they were wearing armor and holding warhammers, and they were magnificent warriors.

"Wow~~~." When the Nordic bishops saw the archers attempting to shoot and blocked their progress, they immediately lifted the shield in their left hand and kept them in front of them. The arrows were shot on the shield. The bishops still charged forward. Looking at the Nordic bishops who were getting closer and closer, the archers who were well-trained on weekdays were not busy, but the hesitation at that moment was enough for the Nordic bishops to get closer. Once the simple weapon of the light infantry was not in their eyes, the Nordic bishops swung the war hammer and hit the light infantry hard on the heads. The broken teeth were splashed with blood, and the wailing sounded.

Screams rang one after another, penetrated the sky above the forest, and a group of crows hovered in the sky. Looking at the airtight forest in front of him, the Duke of Saxony showed a serious look, and he felt a little dissonance.

"Dude, don't worry, my bishops will send these Masons to hell." Countess Woolf Heard stepped forward. She thought the Duke of Saxony was worried about the unfavorable war, so she comforted her, and she was very confident in the group of Nordic bishops under her.

"Don't you feel strange? Wolfheard." The Duke of Saxony stared at the forest in front of him, and said to the Earl of Wolfheard without looking back.

"What Duke?" Countess Woolf Heard didn't know what Duke Saxon was referring to, but she knew that the Duke who had fought for life must have something to say.

"Duke Mason comes with heavy troops, why don't he put all his troops into a decisive battle with me, but instead just use these small tricks of outpost battles. Isn't this his act?" Duke Saxony expressed his doubts to the female vassal, and he instinctively felt a sense of being plotted against.

"That's right, it's really strange. The number of enemy and us has a very different force, but Duke Mason has been slow to fight us for a long time. There must be traps in it, but I don't know what they want to do?" Count Woolf Heard rode on the horse and also stared at Duke Mason's direction. Duke Mason placed his base camp in a triangle area surrounded by streams and washed by streams. The streams surrounding the camp naturally form a moat, which is an easy-to-defense and difficult-to-attack area.

"Tonight, take a few people with me to visit Duke Mason's camp." Duke Saxony, who thought of doing it, said calmly to the Countess Woolf Heard, then turned his horse's head to walk towards his camp.

"Gaga~~." At this time, the battle in the forest had ended. Crows in the sky swept into the forest, and the corpses were lying in a row in the dense forest, with broken limbs and broken human minds all over the ground. The crows were jumping happily among the corpses, pecking in fresh human flesh with their sharp birds.

"Be defeated again?" In Duke Mason's camp, the nobles heard the report of the light cavalry in surprise. In several small outpost battles in a week, Duke Mason's men almost did not gain any advantage. The Saxons were extremely brave and were more used to small teams of troops to fight. The vassals under Duke Mason often returned in a defeat even if they sent elite troops. This made the Mason's nobles, who were already confident, feel difficult and glad that they did not start the decisive battle.

"It's okay, Sir Eble and Earl Lauziz will smoothly detour behind the Saxons. It's not too late for us to line up to fight again. Now the small setback is just to let the Saxons taste some sweetness."

"Stop, this plan must not be known to the Saxons. No one can mention this tent after it." Duke Mason stopped the noble who spoke without saying anything, and warned the nobles not to disclose the plan, because if the Saxons knew about it, something would inevitably happen, so the key to the success of the plan is to keep it confidential.

At night, when the moon hangs into the sky, the campfires are like stars, and Duke Mason's soldiers lean against the bonfire to keep warm with each other. The boring marching career makes the soldiers have little entertainment. They can only brag about each other or exchange combat experiences by the bonfire. In order to avoid the soldiers' morale being dismal, even the prostitutes following the Duke's army are driven far away from the campsite, and only a small number of soldiers can enjoy themselves only if they are allowed.

"Hi, this knight, look at this. A hair of Virgin Mary will definitely bring good luck with you." A chubby businessman held a small box and pulled an elderly knight wearing a chain mail wrapped in a cloak outside the chain mail, trying his best to promote the so-called holy relics in his hands.

"Oh? Are you sure this is the hair of the Virgin?" the elderly knight was so slapped with his powerful hands. He asked in a mocking tone.

"Oh, oh, of course, of course, if you are not interested, then you won't disturb you." The merchant who sold the fake sacred relics was caught and nodded in horror. In fact, it was just his wife's hair, which was put into a small box for sale as a sacred relics.

"Hmph." The elderly knight let go of his hand with disdain and strode forward. Behind him were two young servants who looked like, one of whom had a bulging chest but unexpectedly handsome face, which attracted the attention of some prostitutes, who sneered at the young handsome servant.

"Hi, handsome gentleman, should I be happy? My tent is not far away." A prostitute in a long green dress smiled and approached the knight's servant. She pulled her already low neckline and showed half a breast ball, smiling charmingly in an attempt to seduce the young servant.

"No beauty, I still have something to follow my master. If I am lazy, I will be beaten." The young servant smiled and showed his white teeth. He gently sided his body to avoid the prostitute and continued to walk forward.

"Hmph, it's so disappointing. It's not that he is a pair of gangsters with his master." The prostitute cursed angrily without taking on business, but soon she was attracted by other men and no longer looked at the strange knights.
Chapter completed!