To comfort and motivate Mecklenburg's soldiers with words to make them share the same hatred for the Pomeranians who invaded their homes. This kind of morale motivation is extremely important for the age of cold weapons. Watching the excited soldiers, Arod, ordering the quarantine officer to open the ale barrel on the baggage truck and let the soldiers drink. ≥

"This has reduced a lot of burden." The captain of the Barron mercenary drank ale and leaned against the baggage cart. The chore of escorting the baggage cart in the marching was given to the mercenaries. Pushing the heavy baggage cart on the muddy medieval road was of course a chore. Of course, the one who guarded the baggage cart was the most trusted jave cavalry.

"Hahaha~~~." In addition to the soldiers who were arranged to guard, most of the soldiers in the camp drank and reveled, sweeping away the fatigue and unhappiness during the day.

"The morale of the Count's soldiers is fine, but our number is still small." Arod sat next to the bonfires of Baron Ron and several other generals. Under the cold wind at night, they could only get away from the bonfire. They were covered in a wool blanket and held warm ale.

"I know, so I have to surprise you." Arod took the hot wine handed over by the servant, took a sip of it and seemed to remember something, put down the wine glass and said to Baron Ron and others.

"Why did you unexpectedly?" Colonel Andrew asked curiously.

"Tsk tsk, let them get confused. By the way, Ms. Marty, are those Pomeranians superstitious?" Arod smiled and asked Ms. Marty opposite.

"Of course, you won't see a tribe more superstitious than the Pomeranians on the Baltic coast." Ms. Marty leaned her head against Julian's strong shoulders, and she moved her body, wrapped the wool blanket tighter, and said to Arod.

"Yeah." Aruod narrowed his eyes and placed the wine glass next to his mouth. The warm wine entered his mouth.

"What are your plans?" asked Ms. Marty.

"There is a clue that may scare the Pomeranians." Arod smiled mysteriously and put down his wine glass on the grass, then stood up and walked towards his tent. He went into the tent and opened a suitcase, which contained several rolls of blank parchment and ink bottles. Arod took out these things and took out a quill. Dipped ink and painted something on the blank parchment.

"Hu." After a long time, Arude finally completed it on parchment. He sat on the wooden chair and looked at the design drawing with satisfaction. This design drawing was definitely a product that transcended the times, but Arude had no other way to save his wife and the castle.

"Dongdong~~~." Just as Aruo rolled up the parchment paper and put it in the trunk, a strange sound came from another gift box, as if someone was hitting the wooden box. Aruode did not feel strange that there was a sneer on the corner of his mouth.

"The servant goes to get some food and hot wine." Aruod said to the servant who was serving outside the tent, and then he opened the wooden box. He saw a woman curled up in the wooden box. It was Mrs. Angelia who was regarded as a female slave by Aruod. The gaps on all sides of the wooden box were chiseled to provide oxygen to the people inside, but it was not pleasant to put people in the box and bump along the way.

"Woooo." Mrs. Angeliya sat up in pain from the wooden box, with an iron collar and chain around her neck. Originally, Arod didn't want to treat her like this, but when she witnessed the hanging of Kang Tuoyi, Arod tried to attack Arod like crazy. Arod locked her into the suitcase in anger so that she could learn to obey.

"Get up and slave." Aruod held the chain without any mercy and forced Angelia to stand up. He asked her to walk out of the wooden box and come to the wooden table. At this time, the servant brought the food and hot wine.

"Um." Angelia saw the food on the plate, and she was hungry and rushed to grab the food, but her neck tightened and her body paused. It turned out that Aruod had tightened the chains in her hand.

"Hmph, how dare you get food without the permission of your master?" Aruod said dissatisfied. The beauty in front of him, who had confused the three sons of the Mecklenburg chief, was played in his palm like a dog. For Aruod, this feeling of satisfaction was no less than conquering a large area of ​​land.

"Woo woo woo woo woo." Angelia looked at Aruod with tears in her eyes. The bumps along the way were even more terrifying than hell. She was hungry and in pain. The original resistance in her heart was tortured.

"Go and eat." Aruod looked at Angelia's performance with satisfaction. He loosened the chain so that she could reach the food and wine. Angelia thought that she could finally have a full meal.

"Yeah, um." Angelia ate the food voraciously. This ordinary and rough food was better than any delicacy she had ever enjoyed.

"Since you have seen my origin in the so-called vision, do you see how to find a way to return?" Aruod looked at Angelia in front of him and couldn't help asking her.

"Woo woo." But Angelia was only concerned about eating and ignored Arude's words at all, which made Arude a little angry. He reached out and knocked over the food in her hand.

"Do you still want to go back to the wooden box?"

"No, those visions rushed towards me like waves, and all kinds of chaotic scenes were mixed in my mind." When Angelia heard Aruod want to stuff her back into the wooden box, she said in fear.

"Well, then you are useless to me." Aruod frowned. He deliberately regarded her as a female slave just to humiliate Angelia. But since Angelia is useless, Aruod wondered if she should release her.

"Sometimes I think of something, but sometimes I forget it." Seeing Aruod frowning, Mrs. Angelia became scared. She quickly said to Aruod that the torture along the way was enough to scare her. In the past, men had always been around her to show their diligence to her. When did Angelia suffer such a hardship?

"Okay, we still have a long way to go anyway, so let's think about it slowly." Aruod sat on a wooden chair with his hands crossed, looking at the once arrogant woman. Maybe she would slowly tell herself useful information.

Angelia did not return to the wooden box that night. She lay in a corner of the carpet in the tent and rested all night. Aruod ignored her because she was busy thinking about how to deal with the Pomeranians. However, when she occasionally came to her senses from her meditation, Aruod looked at Angelia, who was wearing a torn dress and showing her sexy white and long legs. The slim figure of the Slavic beauty was well-known. Aruod couldn't help but touched her chin and admired her freely. Her mentality burned in her chest. If a model-level beauty like her previous life, how could she lie at her feet and be fooled by herself to watch it casually?

"Woo, um~~." Because of being too tired, Angelia fell into a deep sleep, but two lines of hot tears flowed from the corners of her eyes. Could it be that she dreamed of her lover Kang Tuoyi in the dream? Aruod was thinking about it randomly, and she felt sleepy. He leaned over and blew the candle out and fell asleep on the wooden table.

Just as Arod was desperately returning to Mecklenburg, Mecklenburg, surrounded by the Pomeranians, was in crisis. After Princess Josie personally climbed the city wall and led the soldiers to drive the Pomeranians off the city wall, the Pomeranians found that they could no longer do anything in the face of the tall and sturdy Mecklenburg wall. The original Mecklenburg chief was very strong as a military fortress resident in the castle. In addition, Arod had added various defensive measures after conquering Mecklenburg, which can be said to be impregnable.

"Ahhhh~~~." The Pomeranians continued to attack the city wall, but their attack was not successful. In addition to leaving more and more corpses, their morale continued to decline.

"Yeah." The Pomeranian chief was like a wild beast trapped in a cage. He held a scepter of the chief in his hand and walked back and forth in front of the position, watching the remnants retreating from the front at a loss.

"The leader, Mr. Ajel, came with his men." At this moment, a Pomeranian reported to the chief.

"Arger, didn't he support Contoy in Watergast?" the chief asked in surprise.

"Great Chief." As he was speaking, Alger walked over with his wing legs, looking dusty. After Kangtuoyi's troops were defeated in the field battle in Watgast, Master Alger felt that it was not very good. The instinct of survival on the grassland made him lead his tribe members to leave Kangtuoyi's troops and embark on the road to Mecklenburg alone, because he knew that the Pomeranian chief was leading the army to attack Mecklenburg.

"What happened?" the chief of Pomerania immediately asked.

"Kangtuoyi was defeated by the Germans. If I guess correctly, he must be besieged in the castle." Master Alger pressed his left hand to the Great Chief of Pomerania and bowed to the Great Chief. He and his tribesmen live on the land of the Pomeranians, so he has no rebellious appearance in front of Kangtuoyi.

"What? He was defeated like this, but he still had the title of Slav hero." The Chief of Pomeranian was stunned when he heard this. His original plan was to destroy the military strength of Mecklenburg by the war between Kang Tuoyi and the Germans, and then spread the news to Mecklenburg, preferably to defeat the morale of Mecklenburg Germans so that his siege would be smoother.
Chapter completed!