The army of Pomeranians marched along the road and then stopped opposite the Arodian army. Although the attack on Mecklenburg made the soldiers of the Pomeranians tired, the number of people made the Pomeranian nobles think that they would definitely win. Indeed, the Pomeranian army looked like the ripe wheat in the fields at first sight. Anyone who saw the situation on both sides for the first time would judge that the winner was the one with the largest number.

"Great Chief, do you need to send a team to carry out the outpost battle?" asked a Pomeranian nobleman.

"No, all the troops are over, please keep your formation." The Great Chief of Pomeranian touched his beard. He felt that he was sure to win, and there was no need to test the enemy's strength. He was even a little afraid that Aruod would run away.

"Wow~~~." The Pomeranian army lined up in the left, center and right formation, taking shape against the moon, surrounding Arud and his army. The army of more than 4,000 people moved to earth. On the other hand, Arud's side had less than 2,000 troops, and was as weak as a candle in the wind.

"The situation is not good." Barron, the captain of the Death Hiring Group in Arod's army, swallowed fiercely. He now regretted that he should not accept the employment of the Earl of Mecklenburg. This was a war that was doomed to fail.

"Don't worry about my brother, I see these Pomeranians are tired, maybe we have a glimmer of hope."

"Nonsense, shit, even if I can kill ten, I will be killed by the eleventh one. What about that great count, he will not plan to escape in the woods, right?" Barron shouted in dissatisfaction.

"No, it seems they are rushing something in the woods." Barron's younger brother shrugged and said to his brother.

"We will die here today, God, Jesus, the Holy Spirit." Barron raised his eyes and looked at the sky, and he had already begun to pray for death.

Behind them, there were already dense forests and the troops in front of them, so the others could not see the inside from the outside. Aruod stood in the clearing in the middle of the woods, staring at the things in front of him. He rubbed his hands from time to time, as if he was very nervous.

"Quick, light the torch, add a little more oil, and just keep it like that." In front of them was a group of busy craftsmen, fiddling with the pile of things in front of them, sewn from fabrics, animal leather and thick linen, and several ropes connected to a large basket.

"Sir, what is this?" Julian asked curiously. He watched the craftsmen tie some sandbags around the big baskets, while others put the earthen pottery jars filled with oil.

"Heating, heating, is a hot air balloon that strikes enemies from the sky." Arod explained to Julian in a busy gap.

"After the glider, is it hot air balloon? Lord Earl, are you a magician?" Baron Ron looked at the sewing fabric that was gradually bulging. He felt that everything Arod did was so magical, but because Arod did take Osvid for a journey, his men were not worried that this would fail.

"Get up, get up." When the simple hot air balloon was filled with heat and gradually rose up, the craftsmen cheered. Aruod looked at everything in front of him with satisfaction. The hot air balloon was actually not big, but it was indeed a transcendental step to be able to achieve this in this era of backward productivity.

"Sir, please don't take risks this time. We will send two capable warriors to do it." Baron Ron grabbed Arod, who was trying to climb up. The last time the glider was so scared that they almost jumped out of their throats. This time, Arod couldn't take risks no matter what.

"But, others may not be able to operate this thing." Aruod frowned. No matter how smart a person is in this era, he cannot understand the principle of a hot air balloon. If he cannot understand the principle, how can he operate it correctly?

"You are our commander. If something happens to you, we will lose. Let others do it and believe them." Julian also advised Arod.

"Okay, choose two smart guys, I will tell them the operation method as soon as possible. Craftsmen should not work hard, and it should fly up if they work hard." Aruod had no choice but to agree to his subordinate's proposal, and soon two smart guys were brought.

Just as Arod raised his hot air balloon, the Pomeranian army was already very close to the Mecklenburg army. At this time, the Mecklenburg crossbow soldiers began to project the enemy with the crossbow arrows in their hands. The crossbow arrows shot towards the dense Pomeranian army like locusts. However, there were too many Pomeranians. The people shot by the crossbow arrows were quickly submerged in the sea of ​​people, as if they had never existed.

"Yes, it's just like killing them all in one breath." The Great Chief of Pomeranian waved his scepter above his head. He shouted loudly like crazy. At the same time, several big drums covered with animal skins were beaten hard. The deafening drums inspired the attack of the Pomeranians. They waved their weapons and finally could vent their depression of being blocked from attacking the castle.

"Pulleymen's defense formation." The non-commissioned officers in the Mecklenburg Legion ordered loudly. The well-trained Mecklenburg Spearmen immediately arranged the spear square formation according to the order, and pointed the spears densely like hedgehogs at the enemy. The old German mercenary drew out the sword from his waist and kissed them, then stared at the Pomeranians who were rushing towards the waves.

"Boom~~~~." Almost in an instant, the Pomeranian army collided with the first row of the Mecklenburg Legion. The spear phalanx suffered the first wave of the Pomeranians. The spear was hung with the corpses of the Pomeranians. They could not hold back the unlucky guys who were pushing forward by the people behind. However, the Pomeranians didn't care about these injuries at all. They pushed the corpses of the people in front and forced the spearmen to take a few steps back.

"Brush~~~." The great swordsmen wearing chain mail and iron helmets began to move out. They flew out from the square formation like birds of prey and stretched out their sharp claws. The sharp sword caused a bloody storm among the unexpected Pomeranians.

"Ahhh, kill~~~." When the swordsmen were close, they held three-quarters of the sword's sword, stabbed the enemy with their sharp tips, or cut the enemy's throat with one side of the sword, and just like the enemy slashing the sword at a distance, they opened and closed. Although these swordsmen accounted for a few soldiers in the square formation, they were truly powerful elites who could kill the enemy.

"Great Chief, we are blocked." The Pomeranian nobles reported to the Great Chief.

"Well, useless Kang Tuoyi." The Chief of Pomerania looked at the army with few people in front of him, but was fighting fiercely, and couldn't help but mutter and complain. What he meant was that Kang Tuoyi was unable to deal with this army a major blow. Of course, he would never say that he treated Kang Tuoyi as bait.

"I suggest that it is best to encircle the two wings." Another Pomeranian nobleman said loudly. At this time, the sound of fighting and weapons colliding on the battlefield were already trembling, and spears and spears were intertwined, and people pushed and squeezed each other into a ball.

"Just do it this way, we are numerous, don't care about death and injury." The Great Chief of Pomeranian raised his scepter and said to his vassals.

The Pomeranians relied on their large numbers to divide some of the troops and began to surround the flanks. In fact, the nobles had the right idea. They used some of the troops to restrain the Mecklenburg Legion head-on, and the other troops launched an attack from the flanks and finally the rear. Then even the elite troops would collapse because they could not withstand this pressure. Unfortunately, the luck of the Pomeranians ended here.

"Huh Huh Huh." A Pomeranian soldier was like he was in the sea. He was pushed forward by his companions from the front and back. He had an iron helmet and a leather armor. He was a sergeant with a slightly stature in the Pomeranian army. But at this time he felt exhausted. He was only forced to run and fight because everyone could not help but raise his head and wanted to look at the sun in the sky, thinking that if night came, he would have a rest.

"Woo~~." But when he raised his head, he felt a huge dark cloud covering the sky. He had never seen such a strange dark cloud. The round dark cloud just covered and smashed the top of their heads.

"Then, what is that?" Not only did he see it, but even his companions around him could not help but slowly lower their heads and look at it, but at this moment a ball of things fell from the strange foreign object.

"Crash~~~~~~~~~." The thing hit the Pomeranian soldiers, and there was a sound of shattering like the sound of pottery breaking, and then the flames rushed up, just in time to get the Pomeranian soldiers and his companions around him into it.

"Ahhh, fire, fire." The flame was like a maggot in the tarsal bones, and it could not be removed as long as it was stained. Even if the Pomeranian soldiers rolled all over the ground to try to extinguish the fire with the soil and sand on the ground, it would be useless.
Chapter completed!