Cardinal Dezso Guzhu finally gave Schwab a face. The son of Osonio's sailor was released from Yin's dark, damp and smelly prison by the bishop. When Osonio's son came out of the prison, he seemed like a beggar on the street, but it was a blessing to be able to come out of the terrible prison.

"Okay, your son has been released., Cardinal Dezso said to Osonio.

"Thank you, the noble Bishop, a 100-year-old man kneeled on the ground and kissed the dust on the ground. This was an old man with a little bald head. He was a little fat, wearing a short fur robe with a short fur embroidered with gold thread.

"Don't thank me, you should thank Count Stededin for giving him face."

After Cardinal Dezso said that, he turned around and left, leaving Schwab and the sailors together.

"I really don't know how to repay you, thank you very much." The sailor quickly climbed to Schwab's feet with his hands and feet, then lowered his red bald head and kissed Schwab's boots.

"Okay, get up, Mr. Osonio." Schwab looked at the man who could almost be his father at this age, kneeling at his feet, humbled almost like a slave, and felt very awkward, but he could also see how much the sailor loved his son.

"Okay, Lord Earl." Osonio bent over and said with the humblest attitude. The shrewd sailor was not a fool. He knew very well that he could convince the most popular cardinal to release his son. This showed the influence of the count, and the influential count who could help the unfamiliar self must have something to do by himself.

"Mr. Osonio, in fact, the reason why I helped you is that I believe that such a smart person can think that I need your help." Schwab said straight to the point. For him, if he helped Osonio, he would not be afraid that he would dare to repent. He could persuade Cardinal Dezso to release his son and let them get together in prison. A businessman as smart as Osonio would of course do his best to accomplish what he had told him.

"Of course, it's up to you to order the Count." As expected, Osonio's little eyes moved for a moment, and immediately nodded in agreement.

A city-state near the seaside and with ports as its main economic pillar, the Duke issued a series of orders to the Governor. The Governor felt dizzy when facing these orders from the five eight gates. But the same orders were all about the Stedetin Legion.

"Aren't these damn Yankees going to the east? Why do you come here to see these orders from the Duke and prepare how much wine and food for these countrymen? They don't need to pay for the Duke, but they all need to contribute capital to the city-state. Why do we give the money to these people?" The Governor stood on the tall city wall in dissatisfaction, muttering to his staff and venting his dissatisfaction.

"Governor, look at them coming." At this time, the aide suddenly pointed to the distance, as if he was jumping out of the ground, and a group of noisy troops appeared in front of the Governor. The Teutonic Knights riding war horses were all armed, neatly arranged... A square array of spears, the wooden wheels of the caravan pulled by the horse made a squeaking sound, and the Husar light cavalry in strange costumes called their friends.

"Damn it, so many soldiers, close the city gates... The Governor saw these sudden troops and suddenly méng. If so many soldiers rushed into the city, they would not be in a mess, so he quickly ordered the guards to put down the iron gate.

"Governor General, didn't the Duke ask us to entertain this Earl of Stettin from the border?" the aide asked in confusion.

"That's right. But the Duke did not say that he would let these rude soldiers enter my city-state. I don't want these crusaders to loot my city-state." The governor wiped his sweaty face. No matter what the Duke said, the city-state had its own property, and even his own lord could not lose his property.

“We are the Stedetin Legion, requesting entry.

"A Teutonic knight rode his horse and galloped to the city gate, shouting loudly to the guards, but the guards had to turn a deaf ear without the order of the governor.

"What's going on?" At this time, Schwab led Srik, Baron Liugudi and others to the city gate. Looking at the closed iron gate, Schwab asked his subordinates.

"I don't know, Count, maybe the Duke didn't tell the governor here." Baron Liugudi shrugged and said helplessly.

"No, I don't think so. When our horses came to investigate, the city gate was still open, which means that the governor knew that we were here. Maybe he saw that our army was afraid of being looted and closed the city gate." Srick understood the politics of the southern city-states and the psychology of the governors, and analyzed accurately.

"Well, then we should send an envoy to let the Governor understand that we have no malice."

After hearing Srick's words, Schwab nodded and felt that in this dangerous era, every ruler would be careful, and that was nothing wrong.

However, the messenger sent back soon. The governor stubbornly believed that these troops outside the city would pose a threat to his city-state. Relying on the tall walls, he continued to refuse to cooperate with the Stedetin Legion, and gradually Schwab's face, who was waiting outside the city, became increasingly ugly.

"Sorry, Count, the Governor refused to open the city gate." The messenger replied regretfully.

"It seems that this governor will not cry when he sees the coffin." Schwab was already angry. He had already planned...a good thing but was blocked by a stupid and self-righteous pig. He saw that the fleet Osonio had convened for him would soon arrive at the port in the city-state, but he was blocked from the high wall. What was this?

"What are you going to do? Why don't we go to the Duke and ask him to order the governor to open the city gate." Baron Liugudi said.

"I'm afraid this method won't work. You have to know that this is the southern city-state. If the governor feels that his city-state is threatened, even his vassal cannot order him. This is what the southern city-state calls autonomy." Srik, who is familiar with the political system of the southern city-state, shook his head and said.

"Then let's pay this governor and make a way for us." Bald Otto suggested. In fact, this has nothing to do with honor, it is just the usual practice of this era.

"No, if it is blocked here, how will our Teutonic Knights face the pagan army?" Schwab disagreed with this strategy, which seemed weak in his opinion.

"So what do you mean?" The subordinates all looked at Schwab, waiting for his final order.

"Tell the Governor that if he does not open the gates and welcomes the passage of the Teutonic Knights, then we can only think that the Governor Sihe is in charge of the heretics, blocking the holy crusaders, and attacking the heretics." Schwab ordered the envoy.

"What? Forced attack on the territory of our own compatriots?" Schwab's order surprised his subordinates. Although the Crusaders often plundered the same religious territory on the road for many excuses, they were all very far from the hinterland of the mainland, and this place was almost near the Holy City. If the Holy See knew about it, it would definitely cause criticism.

"It's okay, go ahead and the messenger." Schwab gently patted his tui armor with a whip and ordered the messenger.

"Yes, the noble Count." The messenger immediately rode a horse quickly and sent a message to the Governor in the city-state, but the Governor did not take Schwab's threat to heart. He believed that he was protected by high walls and that no one dared to start a random war near the Holy City, so he arrogantly ignored Schwab and others.

"It seems that this governor really doesn't take us seriously." Schwab laughed angrily. "It just so happens that I have always wanted to experiment with my secret weapon, so just treat it as a place for practical combat.

"Oh, Count, I've always been curious about the strange army you brought, what weapons are they holding?" Baron Liugudi was particularly curious about the troops in the reinforcements from Stettin, wearing berets and mercenary colored strips in front of him. He was wearing a xiong armor, carrying a heavy iron stick, and holding a "wooden stick in the other hand.

"Haha, my friend, you will be open to your eyes. The convex gunmen stepped forward and fired on the city wall~~." Schwab turned his head and shouted loudly at the convex gunmen in the square of spears.

"Yes, the convex gunmen advance~~." Hearing Schwab's order, the convex gun sergeants immediately ordered their subordinates. Immediately, two hundred convex gunmen lined up in three neat rows, slowly advancing towards the city wall under the leadership of the officers. They stopped when they were shooting ranges, and the guards on the city wall did not shoot arrows because the governor did not want to start the battle lightly.

"Recharge gunpowder~~." The chief sergeant drew out his sword and ordered him to his subordinates.

The rope gunmen immediately put down the coercion carried on their shoulders, then put the quantitative gunpowder wrapped in treated Malk oil paper into the musket, then put a scattering projectile, stabbed the projectile in with a short stick and compacted it. Then they placed the heavy musket on the U-shaped wooden stick, then lit the fuse, clamped the fuse on the hook, waiting for the officer's Bian Yibu's order.

"Prepare, aim~~." The officer looked at the mezzanine gunmen, and after basically completing the previous steps, he swung his sword to the city wall. Those who poked their heads out and looked at the guards who were doing strange moves curiously.

"Fire~~." Suddenly, the officer stopped shouting loudly. The musketeers pulled the trigger. The small light-lit click on the front of the fuse into the gunpowder trough. A violent burst of joy sounded over the musketeers, and blue smoke fluttered. A loud bang was accompanied by the flames, and bells were fired out, splashing the bricks and stones on the city walls. An unlucky guard was hit by the bells and howled in pain.

"What's wrong? What's wrong?" The governor was stunned by the scene in front of him. What happened to the huge sound and fire, and his subordinates who made him fall down and roll.

"I don't know sir, but what I know is that we were attacked." The staff member lying on the ground reported to his master in fear.

"Attack? What to use? Did I not see the bow and arrow?" The governor felt a great trembling. He finally poked his head out and looked out from the gaps in the battlements. But what he saw was the Steding meteorites, who calmly cleared the gunpowder residue in the barrel and prepared to load the projectiles. The neatly dressed in green and green clothes, was as terrifying as the god of death who could emit thunder.

"Don't let them attack. This weapon is too terrible. Open the city gate quickly and let Count Stedeing come in and accept our welcome." The governor finally gave up the idea of ​​confrontation. The terrible count and his men should send it away earlier.

Schwab finally led the Teutonic Knights and entered the city-state that had rejected him at the beginning. The Governor and his staff were waiting at the city gate in a humble manner. The killing and plundering that the Governor was worried about did not happen. The Teutonic Knights had strict military discipline. Except for the accidents caused by the crowding of hawkers who sold goods to these soldiers, everything was normal in the city-state, which also made the Governor very glad.

The 100 sea ships led by Osonio were also stationed in the Teutonic Knights for a week, and arrived at the port of the city-state as promised. Looking at the white canvas of the sailboat, almost filling the entire harbor, the citizens in the city-state were amazed, but what surprised them even more was Schwab's actions. The Teutonic Knights were not idle during the week of waiting. Large orders continued to enter the armor smiths and blacksmith shops in the city-state. The blacksmiths almost stopped everything they had at hand and were busy all night.

"Sir, what did you buy from the blacksmiths?" Baron Liugudi asked curiously. This question was entrenched in his heart for a whole week, and it was finally revealed.

"It's these things," Schwab said happily to his baron, and saw the blacksmiths lifting iron chains as thick as adults, and then used these iron chains to connect the ten ships together, laying them on wooden boards.

"God, what is this?" The Governor looked at the bound ships, and he felt that the mind of the Count from afar was always so incredible.

"Sir, this is a good idea. This way, the ships will be much more stable when sailing in the sea, and the chances of capsizing in the sea are smaller." Osonio was born as a sailor. He looked at these connected ships and knew the benefits of this, but no one could guarantee that sailing in the sea would be 100% safe.
Chapter completed!