Earl Ron led the Mason nobles back with panting, but fortunately the Bavarians did not pursue them. As a result, after counting the number, they found that the nobles did not lose any losses, and five ordinary soldiers died. This night attack was extremely successful. However, during the escape, Earl Ron kept asking questions in his mind about what Baron Lans told him.

"Okay, we're here, stop first." Earl Ron suddenly stopped. As the leader, he stopped, and the people behind him could only stop. At this time, they were still in the trench, but they were already under the fortress.

"What's wrong with Earl?" Baron Ferred gasped and walked to Earl Ron and asked.

"Where is Baron Lans?" Ron turned his head and looked around.

"I'm really a victory here! Earl." Baron Lans walked to Earl Ron with a smile and celebrated Earl Ron.

"Barl Lans, do you say you injured the Duke of Bavaria. Is this true?" Ron ignored Baron Lans' congratulations and asked seriously.

"That's right, I took advantage of the chaos to touch a large tent. I could tell at a glance that the old man in the tent was the Duke of Bavaria, and no one except him was so arrogant." Baron Lans said to Ron.

"If this is true, we must return immediately and report to the Duke." Ron felt that it was of great importance. Although he participated in the night attack, half because of Baron Lans's aggressive move, and the other half was indeed trying to break the deadlock, but he did not expect that he would achieve such great results and injure the enemy's commander, the Duke of Bavaria.

Eberhad rushed into the tent, lifted the curtain of the tent, walked into the tent and smelled a strong smell of blood, which made his heart pound. As soon as he entered the tent, the Duke of Bavaria was lying on a thick carpet, covered with a bear's skin, and Monk Robert was accompanied by the Duke. He held some ointments with strange smells in his hand.

"Ouch." The Duke of Bavaria hurriedly, his lips trembling, and his hands were placed on the bear skin covered by his body.

"What the hell is going on?" Eberhard hurriedly walked forward and threw the sword in his hand aside. He knelt on one knee next to the Duke of Bavaria, but he asked Monk Robert who was with him.

"A noble from Mecklenburg rushed into the tent and stabbed the Duke with a sword. Fortunately, the guards arrived in time, so the Duke did not suffer any greater harm." Monk Robert lowered his head and explained to Eberhard.

"Damn it, he's okay!" Eberhard slapped the ground with his hand fiercely, and he began to regret treating the intruders so kindly.

"I'm fine, let the others go out! Let Eberhad accompany me." The Duke of Bavaria seemed to have recovered at this time. He sighed a long time and said to the worried people around him. Under the order of the Duke, everyone quickly bowed and left.

When everyone, including Monk Robert, left, the only father and son were left in the tent. Eberhard, who was usually stubborn, was also quietly watching the old duke. There were only the occasional crackling of candlelight and the heavy breathing of the old duke in the tent.

"Eberhad, now is the most critical moment for the principality and family." The Duke of Bavaria tilted his head and said to Eberhad.

"Well." Eberhard looked at the old duke in surprise, wondering in shock whether the duke was seriously injured? Although he always contradicted the old duke on weekdays, what a great responsibility it would be if the old duke was no longer now and the burden of the entire principality and family was placed on his shoulders.

"The news of my injury, the Mecklenburgs and the Bavarians will soon know, and we will have to retreat and withdraw." The Duke of Bavaria said hard.

"This is a very wise choice." Eberhad answered the old duke after a moment of silence.

"But the Mecklenburg people will not let it go. They hold the king's orders and will continue to take the opportunity to force us. At that time, our family will face great danger." The Duke of Bavaria said worriedly and painfully.

"So, what are your plans?" Eberhard asked curiously.

"Eberhad, now is our time of crisis, and Duke Mason must be returned to the Mecklenburgers," said the Duke of Bavaria.

"Oh, this should have been done." Eberhard breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this, which was the reason why he kept persuading the Duke.

"But, but Duke Mason is already our enemy, and he must not be allowed to return to the Principality of Mason alive." Suddenly, the Duke of Bavaria used all his strength to support his body, grabbed Eberhard's hand tremblingly, and used his son's powerful arms to approach him and said.

"What?" Eberhard was shocked and looked at his father with a blood-faced face.

"If two enemies are allowed to unite, we will never have peace. Do you have the heart to watch your family destruction? Especially after I die." The Duke of Bavaria's turbid eyes shed two lines of tears, and Eberhard looked at him in shock.

When Eberhard walked out of the tent in a daze, he seemed to be unable to feel his legs, and the road in front of him was as if it was full of wool, so soft that he could not step on the bottom.

"Mr. Eberhad, are you okay?" Suddenly, a pair of thin arms supported him. Eberhad turned his head and saw that it was Monk Robert, who had a red birthmark on his face, was worried about looking at him.

"Well, it's okay." Eberhard nodded blankly.

"Mr. Eberhad, no matter what, you and the Duke are all blood relatives. All of this is God's arrangement. Betrayal of blood relatives is like betraying God." Monk Robert comforted Eberhad softly.

"God's will." Eberhad looked up at the sky, muttering to himself for a moment.

When the sky gradually turned white, Aruod listened to Earl Ron's report in the lord's hall of the border fortress. His brows never let go of the whole process. However, after listening to the report, Aruod was silent for a moment. His eyes swept across the faces of the nobles who participated in the night attack. When he met Aruod's gaze, everyone felt a stern.

"This night attack is an act of violating my order." Aruod's voice echoed in the lord's hall. Everyone felt a little dissatisfied when they heard it. They tried to speak to justify their actions, but Aruod reached out to stop them from speaking.

"However, unexpectedly, it has achieved obvious achievements. I think that those who have been commended to participate in the operation, whether nobles or ordinary soldiers, will receive remuneration. After the Mason nobles rescued the Duke, I will report truthfully, believing that Duke Mason will personally reward you with land." Aroud did not blame these people, but instead commended them. Hearing Aroud's decision, there was a lot of joy in the hall.

"Thank you, the Duke of Mecklenburg." Both the nobles and ordinary soldiers were happy, and Arod took the opportunity to announce a victory banquet.

"Thank you, Lord Duke." Earl Ron said carefully. He knew that Arod actually hated disobeying orders the most, but this time it was very abnormal.

"Call everyone who knows about the injury of the Duke of Bavaria and I will interrogate it one by one in my room." But when facing Earl Ron, Arod did not have a friendly expression, his expression was very serious and stiff.

"Oh, it's the Duke." Earl Ron's heart trembled. He almost shivered, and quickly lowered his head and agreed. (~^~)
Chapter completed!