A marble statue of Bellerophon on a pegasus passes through a carriage, and two eyes peek out of the window and involuntarily fall on the statue that is as smooth and delicate as the hip of the famous horse.

"A gift from the English—said to have come from the most ingenious craftsmen in Italy." Strasbourg Bishop Otto reminded his brother.

"I remember, it was a year ago, one of the treasures you brought back from Aachen." Duke Frederick seemed to remember something, and sighed to himself—it had only been a few years since the Meeting of Cambrai, and King Edgar's power had grown to such a point.

"The Empire doesn't need such luxuries, and Caesar himself only cares about a tattered chair." Otto was referring to Charlemagne's throne, a rudimentary marble chair made from materials said to have come from the Holy Sepulchre itself.

"Don't underestimate the people of England, they are not a people who only know pleasure, and have we not borrowed their designs from the forts we have built so much over the years? This time Saxony fell so quickly, in addition to the fact that our garrison was too small, it is said that the enemy's siege techniques also had quite an amazing effect. ”

"We don't really have to care about Saxony, those northern lords and we have never been the same people, even if Your Majesty finally suppresses them, those old stubborns will not be of use to us in the future, our biggest problem is Tzeringen."

Duke Frederick von Belen nodded, the famous Count Rodrigo did not go south this time, the king of England had only sent his own son and the Duke of Normandy, and the two milky guys were obviously not able to put real pressure on him, although he was constantly reminded that there had been great conquerors among the young people.

After all, the Duke was the first generation of entrepreneurs, single-handedly created an elite army and a solid foundation, and the Duke of Swabia at this time had a self-confidence beyond mortals, of course, in any case, he would not have imagined that his blood would become the Imperial Caesar, and his grandson, Emperor Barbarossa, would one day insert the Imperial Eagle throughout the Italian city-states.

Frederick's role model at this time was the late Folke, Count of Anjou, not a king like Henry IV, and how to hold the duchy under the threat of the English army was his only concern.

"Who else is here this time?"

"I heard that the 'Garlic King' had come back after the English, and my eyes reported that he had been seen in the reinforcements that had landed."

The Garlic King was Hermann von Salm's nickname, and Frederick couldn't help but sneer when he heard that this defeated man was coming back.

"It looks like our odds are two points higher, and Edgar probably doesn't know that one Herman is worth two thousand reinforcements, but it's ours."

The sound of laughter startled the roosting birds on the top of the tower.

Prince Edmund reluctantly separated from his new wife, but he did not smile all the way, and at this time he had to endure the arrogance of two Normans.

"My sentinels have swept through the forest, and there is no sign of the army at all, except for the few sentinels who fled from the wind, and I say that Frederick is playing tricks on his part, trying to hold us back and gather more troops." The Duke of Normandy slammed the table with a bang, "We must march at full speed and annihilate his poor warband before that rat can react!" ”

The words of the Duke of Normandy are not only his personal will, but also represent the insight of many Norman veterans, and behind this strategy you can even see the shadow of the Duke's uncle, Bishop Odo, of Bayeus, who participated in the Battle of Hastings.

"The enemy gathers just right, lest we go to their turtle shells one by one and beat them apart." Robert Mallett's words sparked a general consensus among the honest Polov warriors, who had always felt that the battle in Saxony was somewhat unfinished, and that the war was always spent between sieges and sieges.

Fool, this is all the more necessary to attack immediately—Bishop Odor cursed secretly.

Otto already knew the environment of the principality, Swabian and Anjou to Mann were almost the same, full of castles, dense forests, and complex terrain, like a prehistoric place. In fact, the term Jurassic came from the Jura Mountains in this region, and the environment of the dinosaur home was a threat to any invading army. In Bishop Odo's view, failure to seize the opportunity to complete the raid would make it more likely that the Swaben would retreat into their castle and drag out the war into winter.

But he didn't speak, Prince Edmund should still let his nephew show more, he is old, and he doesn't want to deliberately curry favor with the English royal family, as for what kind of status the Normans will gain within the Kingdom of England in the future, it is something Robert should worry about.

Edmund couldn't figure it out, his uncle had never made him make such a decision before, but he still remembered his father's letter - play slowly, don't rush.

Bishop Otto may have some truth in what he said, they didn't bring many cavalry this time, the Earl of Eiffel and the Earl of Chester were busy occupying new territories in the north, the Duke of Swabia had an elite army of knights, and his uncle of the infantry had also mentioned to him how the swordsmen from Swabia fought to the death when Robert Giscard defeated the Pope.

But Edmund instinctively trusted his father's judgment, but it was still sick to him that he had to agree with someone like Robert Mallett, who had been arguing with his nephew, Edwin, Earl of Chester, while in Lüneburg, and everyone knew that the reason behind it was Edwin's younger brother Berenga, the descendants of the Count of Morka who were now in a civil war, and Berenga's cousins, the Governor of Torkill and the brothers Gothmundus, were on either side, and Mallet chose the Warwick camp of Berenga and Torcher.

This kind of struggle was actually quite beneficial to the royal family, and the division of a large family put the king in the dominant position as the arbiter, but Edmund was always extremely disgusted by this kind of fratricidal affairs, and as for Mallet, who instigated the infighting between his brothers, the image of this bloodthirsty Norman in the prince's mind at this time was simply terrible.

Someday, I'm going to take everything from this Norman - before making a strategic decision, Edgar silently gave a verdict to this Norman knight who would become his future Chancellor of the Exchequer.