The fire in the Ruveid camp also attracted the attention of Miller and others. They saw the Ruveids retreating from the forest in a mess. The soldiers of the Mark Legion took the opportunity to stab several Ruveid royal guards with their spears.

"Sir Schwab, why are you here?" As the follower of Count Georg, Miller met Schwab in Fort Marenko.

"What's wrong with Count Georg?" Schwab saw Count Georg lying on the ground, and hurriedly got off the horse and walked to Count Georg.

"Count Georg was killed by the Ruvets." Miller looked at Count Georg lying on the ground sadly. The Ruvets' battle axe slashed on the chest of Count Georg. His chest plate armor was split, but he did not bleed.

"Hey, there is no obvious trauma in the chest. It seems that he hit the chest and pretended to die in one breath." Schwab looked at Earl Georg and ordered Miller to remove the Earl's armor.

"But the Count is dead." Miller said in confusion, but his hands were still untied Count Georg's armor. The plate armor was buckled on both sides of his shoulders with leather straps. The trouble was the chain armor inside. The two soldiers hurriedly helped Miller to support Earl Georg and take off the chain armor, revealing the shirt inside the count.

"Let him flat, I'll see." Schwab walked to Earl Georg, leaned down and listened a little with his ears between Earl Georg's breath, "There are still a slight breath between his breath, he is not dead yet."

"What? Really, Lord Schwab." Miller saw that Count Georg was cut, and after saying a few words, he stopped breathing. He thought Count Georg was dead, but he didn't expect that he just didn't come up and pretended to die in one breath.

"Yes, let me do it." Schwab pressed Count Georg's chest and pressed hard. Miller and the soldiers around him looked at Schwab curiously, wondering what he was doing?

"What is Sir Schwab doing?" Koro and others asked each other, but no one knew about these first aid measures.

"Wake up, wake up, hurry up." Schwab began to press Count Georg's heart hard, but there was no response, so he began to smash the heart with his fist.

"Sir Schwab, what are you doing?" Miller shouted with pain when he saw Schwab smashing Earl Georg's body hard.

"Don't move, it'll be fine right away." Schwab raised his fist and hit the heart of Count Georg, using all his strength.

"Cough, cough, oh." Under Schwab's slam, Earl Georg miraculously recovered, and his face gradually returned to rosy.

"My Lord Earl, you are alive. Thank God, thank you Lord Schwab." Miller saw the Count Georg who had recovered his consciousness, thanked Schwab in great joy, and stepped forward to hug Count Georg and kissed him.

"Miller is there, is it heaven or hell? Are you dead too?" Earl Georg looked around in confusion. He had not fully recovered from his fake death.

"It's still early to die. Earl Georg, we have a lot to do." Schwab stood up and said.

"Wow, how did the Lord do it? Even the dead Earl Georg can be saved, which is incredible."

"This is a miracle." The superstitious soldiers around him saw the Earl of Georg who was hit by Schwab a few times and then came to life, and agreed that Schwab had some mysterious power.

"But why did Lord Schwab beat Earl Georg?"

"That is to eliminate sins for Count Georg." Schwab did not expect that these soldiers brought this method back to their respective territories. As a result, many people were smuggled themselves with whips and other things when they were sick, trying to eliminate sins. Of course, the effect was also imagined, but the monks used this to develop a theory of atonement.

"Bang the drum, blow the horn, and let the other soldiers gather with us." Schwab led the remnants of Count Georg and the soldiers of the Mark Legion, and walked in the forest and beat the drums. The scattered soldiers who heard the sound of drums and horns gradually approached them.

“How many people have we gathered?”

"There are about five hundred people."

"Very good, let's go and meet with the Earl of Baden."

Schwab led his troops to meet with Count Baden outside the Ruvid camp. The Ruvid troops withdrawn from the forest also returned to their camp. The two sides confronted each other through the fences of the camp. Count Baden did not attack the Ruvids who had withdrawn from the forest as planned because of insufficient manpower.

"Sir, why don't you attack the Ruved people who retreated from the forest?" Schwabro asked with some dissatisfaction. When the Ruved people fled back to the camp in a low mood, it was the best time to attack, but Earl Baden gave up this fighter jet in vain, and the fighter jet was fleeting.

"I'm worried that the Ruvids will come out of the camp, and we will be attacked." Earl Baden also regretted it a little, but his pride and reserve as a great nobleman made him say unyieldingly.

"Well, we can only defend now. Maybe the Duke will lead our men to support us soon."

"Defend here?" Earl of Baden thought Schwab was crazy. He was too close to the Novedes here. The opponent's advantage was greater than that of himself, and this was a flat ground with no danger.

"Don't worry, Count, I'll have a solution." Schwab had made arrangements, and the dwarf Rud had already ridden his horse to mobilize supplies in the castle.

"We should leave here." Earl Baden frowned and insisted. Perhaps Schwab accurately predicted the enemy's actions and planned an excellent mobilization battle, but this behavior of not knowing how to advance and retreat still showed the impatience of the young man.

"I agree to stay here." At this time, the two soldiers carried the Earl of Georg on the stretcher and came to Schwab and Earl of Baden. He had heard the conversation between them and spoke in support of Schwab's sermon.

"Earl Georg, are you okay?" Earl Baden was originally very angry at Earl Georg's arbitrary behavior, but now he was full of sympathy for him as he looked weakly lying on the stretcher.

"Thank you, Count Baden. If you hadn't come to rescue me, I would have been summoned by the Lord."

"Everyone is a vassal of the Duke, so it is still appropriate to support each other."

"Never, let the people of Ruvid die." The positions were jubilant, and the soldiers shouted with their weapons in their hands.
Chapter completed!