The Earl Lauziz's army retreated so quickly. The Earl led his remaining troops to retreat along the route of his invasion. As soon as he entered Duke Mason's territory, he entered the Weimar County Castle. The gate of the castle was closed and the city gate was not out. The castle in Weimar County was built on a small hill above the plain. Although there was no steep terrain as a barrier, there was a deep moat besides the high walls. It drilled into the strong tower of the castle. It was surrounded by thick walls and the lined arrow towers that made Earl Lauziz's heart calm. As for the three wild boar brothers who were thrown behind him as a temple army, he had completely forgotten it behind him.

"What was defeated?" The news that Earl Lauziz's army was defeated by the Duke of Saxon was only introduced to Duke Mason's camp several days later. Duke Mason could not believe how his strategy of dividing troops was discovered by the Duke of Saxon. Moreover, due to the division of troops, his troops were dispersed. Earl Lauziz's loss of troops would have reduced the morale of Duke Mason's army, which made Duke Mason even more worried about the safety of his son who implemented this plan.

"The Duke of Saxony suddenly returned to Brunswick and caught Earl Lauziz off guard." The Knight who was sent to report the message said carefully. At this time, Duke Mason's expression was gloomy and terrifying.

"How did that old lion see through our plan?" The nobles next to him muttered in a low voice. Could it be that Duke Saxony had the Eye of God, or had spies among his own people? This idea casts a hint of haze in Duke Mason's camp.

"Immediately send a messenger to tell my son Eble to come back, and then call the whole army to attack the enemy camp." Duke Mason is also worthy of being a hero in the battle with Duke Saxony. While he ordered the messenger to recall his son, he realized that the enemy on the opposite side was already insufficient. Otherwise, why did the daily outpost battles have been reduced a lot, and this is not the time to investigate the traitors. He must use a victory to wash away the shadow of Earl Lauzits' failure.

"It's the Duke." The nobles quickly clenched their fists and hit their chests, and the chain mail and sword on their bodies were rubbing with their golden spears.

"Woooooo~~~~." The sound of trumpets sounded in Duke Mason's camp. The trumpets made of ox horns made a long and low sound. Suddenly, all kinds of noises sounded in the camp. The knights hung up their horses, and the horses made a gray-cold cry. The attendants held shields and swords to guard the knights. The servants carried buckets of water to put out the bonfire. The infantry lined up closely behind their lords. The soldiers who were hanging in the prostitute camp also hurriedly put on armor and returned to the camp. Those who did not arrive on time would be subject to severe whipping.

"Road forward~~~." Duke Mason rode on a tall horse. He wore a round wiping helmet on his head and a delicate chain mail, which was covered with a blouse with his family's heraldic emblem. A knight in the inner palace, who was also furious in clothes and horses, held a square flag wrapped around a blue ribbon. Under this flag were the vassals of the Principal of Mason, with various square and pennant flags standing.

Duke Mason looked over the forest and looked directly at the camp of Saxony's flags. When he raised his right arm and clenched his fists, the three horsemen raised the flags in their hands. The three flags represented the cavalry, infantry and archers. When they held the flags high, the cavalry, infantry and archers marched forward in three formations. The roar of the three thousand horses as they advanced made the crows in the forest scream and flew and circled.

The abnormal behavior of the Duke Mason's army immediately attracted the attention of the Saxons. They immediately closed the camp gate and watched the forest vigilantly behind the fence. The sound of soldiers from the forest became louder and louder, which showed that the Duke Mason's army was gradually approaching, and the momentum of the three thousand horses was pressing heavily on the hearts of the Saxons.

"Kill~~." A group of Saxonians ambushed in the forest attacked the left wing of Duke Mason's army. With the invisibility of a dense shrub that was tall in the forest, they suddenly jumped up and attacked with the spear and arrow in their hands. The raid did bring a stir to Duke Mason's army, but facing the absolute advantage of the number of people, it was just like throwing a small stone into the lake, but it caused a little ripples and quickly disappeared.

"Oh oh~~." The last Saxon in the forest was nailed to the ground by a spear. He tried to look up at the sky, but a Mason soldier grabbed his hair and let his neck tilt back, and then cut his throat with a sharp knife. Blood flowed on the forest grass. In short, he was lucky than his other companions, who were unmanifested by the dung forks and spears of the Duke of Mason.

"Archer." Duke Mason's army stopped and stopped. The medieval army lacked sufficient training. In order to maintain morale and formation, after walking for a while, the knights and lords had to maintain order, so that most of the peasant soldiers who had not been on the battlefield were re-arrayed, and prevented people from escaping in the chaos. Finally, when most of the Duke Mason's army walked out of the forest, Duke Mason was already a little impatient. He turned his head and ordered the messenger beside him.

"Yes, archer, archer." The messenger nodded quickly. He urged the war horse under his crotch, held up the square flag embroidered with the archery pattern in his hand, and walked between the queues so that the archers behind him could see the order.

"Wow." The archers who saw the flag in the rear quickly trotted forward. They walked to the front of the queue, inserted several arrows in their hands on the ground, and then bent their bows and raised them forty-five degrees.

"Let's go~~." Captain Archer looked at the wind direction of the flag, raised the sword in his hand and waved it violently, shouting loudly.

"Brush~~Wow." Three hundred sharp arrows instantly left the string, and the arrows shot upwards were densely covered, covering the Saxonian camp.

"Ah~~~~." Intensive archery shooting was a weapon of destruction in the age of cold weapons. Although most of the archers in Duke Mason's army used a simple short bow, and in order to cultivate archers, these archers were allowed to hunt in his private forest farms to repay the archers to serve the duke in wartime. However, these simple short bows were already very threatening to Saxon soldiers who were generally lacking armor protection. A wail sounded in the Saxon camp, and the soldiers who were shot into all fours were holding their injured arms and rolling all over the ground, while those who were unfortunately shot at the vitals rushed to the ground without moving.

"Retreat, withdraw the castle." The order came from the Saxon camp. The camp was in chaos. The cavalry rode their horses and fled from the back door of the camp. The infantry crowded each other and flew out from the fence. The fence that was supposed to resist the enemy was now an obstacle to their own escape.

"Cabinets chase, infantry occupy the position." Duke Mason was expressionless and did not have the joy of defeating the enemy in just one round. He knew that if the enemy resisted tenaciously, it meant that there were at least a thousand people in the camp. However, under the attack of his first round of bows and arrows, the enemy retreated urgently, which meant that this place was simply an empty camp, and it was restrained for several days. This was completely a guise of using himself as a monkey. This anger made him not have the joy of victory.

"Go to it~~~." The knights who had been unable to hold back long ago shouted wildly when they heard the Duke's orders, put down their masks, pulled out their swords, and the war horses under their crotch also jumped forward. The Saxons who fled from the camp heard the sound of horse hooves roaring behind them in fear. The Masons knights used carriage guns and swords to stir up blood among these Saxons who had lost their will to fight like flocks. From time to time, the Saxons were raised high by high-speed carriage guns.

The battle ended in one morning. Duke Mason defeated the Saxony camp, which was as unshakable as a rock in his heart a few days ago, with absolute force. Duke Mason, who was pursuing, made a little repair and continued to move forward towards the castle of the county.

"Sir, what should I do if I catch a Saxon knight?" Just as Duke Mason was riding on his horse and thinking about how to siege the castle, two inner-domestic knights twisted a unkempt knight wearing chain mail to his horse.

"Sir, sir, please be kind. I am willing to pay the ransom. I am the son of Sir Bella." The Saxon Knight was in a mess, his face was covered with black mud, and the family emblems on his body could not be seen clearly. It was caused by his fall from his horse. Although he tried his best to maintain his knightly demeanor, his defeat ruined his might.

"Hmph, kill." Duke Mason didn't move his eyelids. He glanced at the Saxon Knight fiercely. His son's life and death were caused by these damn Saxon people. He raised his right hand and stretched out his index finger and scratched it.

"It's the Duke." The knights of the inner palace saw the Duke's movements. Although they felt very sympathetic to the poor Saxon Knight, they still pulled him aside and asked him to kneel down next to the woods.

"Oh no, no, for God's sake." The Saxony Knight was very young. He cried and wanted to forgive him, but the Mason's inner-house knights unshakably asked him to kneel down. A inner-house knight walked up to him and pressed his hand on the hilt of his waist.
Chapter completed!