The wooden door of the fort collapsed under the attack of the Slavic warriors. They rushed into the fortress under the leadership of the leader Calvin. Kang Tuoyi, who was watching the battle, finally stretched out his frown at this time. The Teutonic knights rely only on the strange fortress. Once the Slavic warriors were attacked into the fortress, even if all the Teutonic knights in the fortress were elite, they would be submerged in the siege of the crowd.

"The gods are above, what the hell is this?" But Kang Tuoyi was too happy. The Calvin leader who rushed into the fort excitedly was stunned when he saw the scene in front of him. They saw themselves entering a closed urn city on all sides. Of course, the area of ​​the fortress built on the cliff was limited. This closed urn city was not big, and could only accommodate dozens of enemies at most at a time.

"Quick, quit." Chief Calvin's expression changed drastically. He quickly scolded the Slavic warriors beside him and retreated to withdraw from the trap. However, the Slavs who were swarming in the rear did not know what had happened. They just saw the door of the fortress being knocked open, thinking about the rewards that Kang Tuoyi promised and the spoils inside. So the people inside wanted to withdraw, but the people outside wanted to go in but couldn't move.

"Flash~~~~." With a command, the crossbow soldiers on the fort pulled the trigger, and the crossbow arrows shot towards the Slavs who were squeezed into a group like locusts. At this time, the crossbow soldiers didn't have to aim at it at all, just install the crossbow arrows and shoot it directly. The dense crowd made the crossbow soldiers shoot arrows without any silence. The whizzing sound of the crossbow arrows and the screams of the Slavs were connected.

"Kuo, Kuo, Kuo." On the broken gatehouse, the sound of metal friction sounded. Several craftsmen and apprentices struggled to carry a large iron tong pot. The sea water in the tong pot was boiling and bubbled. The bottom of the pot hit the wooden wall and made a sound of gang. If you look down from above, you can see a burning bonfire near the wall on the inside of the fortress. The bonfire was the heating tong pot, and the Teutonic Knights had never used the tong pot, just to wait for this moment.

"Puff~~~~, ahhh~~~~." The craftsmen carried the tongs to the door stairs and poured the tongs to the pot suddenly, and the hot sea water inside tilted down. The Slavic warriors who were directly on their bodies were immediately furious, and their mouths were like howlings came from the depths of hell. Those who were splashed also lost their combat power.

"Oh oh oh, this is impossible, quickly, sound the horn of retreat." Kang Tuoyi was stunned when the soldiers crowded at the fort gate, and the skin was poured with boiling water. He didn't understand why his soldiers were hesitating at the door. The Germans insidiously killed the Slavic warriors with the boiling water in the tongs pot on a large scale. However, although Kang Tuoyi didn't know that the Teutonic Knights built a urn at the door. But instinctively he felt that he had fallen into the trap, and the enemy's preparation was too sufficient, and he was expected to attack the city gate. In this case, the best decision was to retreat and preserve his strength.

"Ah, good opportunity to evacuate quickly." Although the boiling water of the craftsmen at the gatehouse caused heavy casualties and injuries to the Slavic warriors outside, it also allowed the elite warriors who were hunted like animals by crossbowmen inside to retreat. Leader Calvin held the shield and shouted loudly to the remaining elite warriors beside him. Even the experienced leader Calvin ate a crossbow arrow on his shoulder. He endured the severe pain and led the survivors to escape with the crossbow arrow flying in his ears. After escaping from the fortress, he did not even have the courage to look back, but his nose was filled with the smell of human flesh.

"Woooooooooooooooo~~~~." The sound of the trumpet of the retreat of the Slavs seemed to be sobbing. The Slavs who heard this sound were like a pardon, rolling and crawling away from this terrible fortress, while the Teutonic knights cheered for victory again, and this time even the proud Slav nobles were silent.

Just as Contoyi was fighting the Teutonic Knights, the Pomeranian Chief, who was preparing to deal with the invasion of Mecklenburg, was happily riding on his horse. Under his castle, he looked at the vassals in front of him. These vassals were all loyal ministers of the Pomeranian Chief. When they received the order to gather, they immediately mobilized the soldiers in their territory, and then led their soldiers to gather under the banner of the Pomeranian Chief.

"You are here, Mr. Bazel."

"Haha, Tim, why are you, an old pervert, looking listless? Why haven't you come back from the gentleness of the ladies?" The Great Chief of Pomeranian was wearing an iron helmet that must be decorated with ferret leather leather, and was wearing a thick leather armor. The inside of this leather armor was two layers, and the iron sheet was sandwiched in the middle, which was said to be no less defensive than the chain mail and scale armor. Two shiny copper nails were nailed on the shoulders, and a set of shawls made of grizzly bear skin were pressed against the back. The Great Chief of Pomeranian rode a horse and passed by his vassals, calling their names one by one, and making vulgar jokes, but the vassals laughed and were very proud.

"Our monarch, what's the matter? Is there an enemy attacking us?" Tim is a middle-aged Pomeranian noble chief who controls territory as big as a county. He rubs his eyes covered with booze. On the way to the castle of the Great Chiefs of Pomeranian, he passed a village. He fell in love with a pretty shepherd girl, so he set up a tent beside the road and fucked the shepherd girl for two days. Then he let the poor shepherd girl take her pants and bring her army to the castle.

"Hey, it's not that someone attacks us, on the contrary, we have to support Contoy of Watergast." The Great Chief of Pomeranian touched his beard and said to his vassals.

"Support Kangtuoyi?" The vassals of the Great Chief of Pomeranian looked at each other. They were very familiar with their monarchs. When did the Great Chief of Pomeranian become the old and good man to save people?

"My monarch, don't go around the corner. Did Kang Tuoyi promise you any benefits? Why do you want to save him? His territory is less than half of his father's life. What's the benefit of us saving him?" Chief Bazel asked the Great Chief Pomeranian in confusion.

"What you said is not right to my friend. Kang Tuoyi is the child of my old friend. They believe in the same religion and tradition as us. The Germans are raging along the Baltic Sea. We cannot ignore this matter." The great chief of Pomeranian looked righteous. Unfamiliar people thought he was so upright, but his vassals smiled contemptuously.

"Come on, Master Grand Chief, just tell me if you are interested in Kang Tuoyi's territory, or want him to vassal you?" Chief Tim exposes the hypocrisy of the Great Chief Pomeranian, and he said straightforwardly to the Great Chief.

"Hey, you guy, although I want Kangtuoyi to surrender to me, this guy is very stubborn. When he suffers enough, he will understand who is the authority of the Baltic Sea." The Great Chief of Pomeranian smiled and said to his vassals. Making Kangtuoyi surrender is very meaningful for the Great Chief of Pomeranian, because as long as Kangtuoyi is vassalized by him, he will have the right to rule the original Mecklenburg Emirates. This is a great temptation for the Great Chief of Pomeranian and Mecklenburg Emirates into one country.

"I knew, well, since we have long been loyal to you, then wherever your flag is pointed, we will lead troops to fight there." Chief Bazel smiled slightly, gently patted the horse under his crotch with the horse whip in his hand, and said to Chief Pomerani with a relaxed slightest.

"My old guy, I know you are reliable, then what about you pervert Tim?"

"I don't care. Just go to the place where the war is going to have beautiful girls." Chief Tim stuck out his tongue and licked his lips, looking greedy.

"Okay, let's go." Seeing that the vassals had agreed, the Great Chief of Pomeranian held up the horse whip with satisfaction and announced loudly.

"Hu, Hu, let's go~~~." An army of five thousand people behind the vassals and the chief made a shout, which made the birds in the woods fly in shock and hover over the forest for a long time and refuse to fall.

"Boom~~~." The Great Chief of Pomeranian led an army of 5,000 people and set out toward the west in a mighty manner. However, their march speed was a little slow. In fact, there was no way for this tribe, which was still half-slave and semi-feudal, was actually only about 3,000 troops. The other two thousand people were the families of soldiers and the logistics forces of the army. After all, it took sufficient logistical support to support such a large army to fight, because the joining of these non-combatants made the team extremely noisy along the way. They followed the road and it took several days to reach the border between Watgast and the Great Emirates of Pomeranian. At this time, it was the location of a crossroads.

"Why did the Great Chief keep his feet away?" Chief Bazel asked curiously as he looked at the Great Chief Pomeranian who was parked at the intersection.

"Well, let's go south." The Great Chief of Pomerania pointed with a horse whip and pointed at the southern road at the intersection. This made Chief Bazel very surprised, because they were going to rescue Watergast County, and it was obvious that as long as they crossed the other side of the border river, they would be the rescue target. (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!