Howling winds continued to howl across the Yorkian countryside, the British advance guard heading north had entered the remains of the Riverside Battlefield for a personal review by the King. The army had just been withdrawn from Saxony, with eight battalions of infantry and fifteen squadrons of cavalry, quietly arrayed on the plain.

The king was accompanied by two Teutonic princes, Bertold von Rheinfelden, son of the previous rival King Rudolf, and the opposing king, Hermann von Salm, who had just arrived from Denmark.

Since the rebellion of the Mausson Egbert, the situation within the empire has taken a turn for the worse, but the troubles of Henry IV are not necessarily a blessing for the two, and if the Duke of Welf announces his participation in Egbert's cause, Bertall and Herman will immediately become redundant, and their hope of regaining the territory no longer depends on the support of the princes, only the English may provide the help they need.

"I heard that Duke Frederick of the Belen family is very good at training troops and building cities, how many troops do the two lords need to defeat him?"

The two Teutonic men looked at each other, but no one dared to answer first, and the scene naturally fell into the eyes of the king.

Edgar couldn't help but sigh in his heart, if one of Rudolf von Rheinfelden or Otto von Nordheim was still there, the Black Forest region would not be the current situation, these two people were outnumbered, and they didn't even have the courage to deal with the Duke of Swabia, what to use against Henry IV?

The British army could not be outside for a long time, and this time the troops were sent more for the purpose of practicing actual combat, so as not to delay the peace and neglect the sergeants. Thinking of this, Edgar turned back to Count Glamorgan and asked, "Lord Woolfnoth, you fought against the Swabian army in Thuringia, how do you think of the Saxons compared to the Swabians?" ”

The Earl of Glamorgan slowly drew a steel sword and slashed it at the stone on the ground, and the blade burst into a spark: "Although steel is good, it is still useless to deal with stubborn stones, and without the help of our army, the steel of Saxony may not be able to knock the stone wall of the southerners." ”

"I heard that Duke Frederick of the Belén family called the family castle he built Staufen, after the cup of my lord......"

"The Duke of Swabia's fort is certainly not as strong as York, but it is indeed strong and dangerous, and it is by no means easier to capture than Bouillon Castle."

The infantry battalions gradually began to form columns, and behind the first West Saxon battalion, the Welsh battalion remained in its traditional horizontal formation, flanked by a squadron of cavalry.

The wall-like array of infantry was constantly changing and forming in the sound of military trumpets, and the two Teutonic princes were already stunned at this time, and only Edgar was still talking and laughing:

"Does Master Herman know where this mound is beneath our feet?"

The Teutons shook their heads blankly.

"This is where Ivar the Boneless executed Ella, King of Northumbria, with a Blood Eagle."

The name of the Boneless One made everyone present shudder, and the king continued:

"When Ella pursued the Viking army to York, she thought she had trapped the son of Ragnar, but it was from this fortress that the two kings of the north watched as their proud army was crushed by Ivar the Boneless, and the pagan army's rule in the north began to be established from this mound." Speaking of this, Edgar remembered the Norman and Danish armies who were fighting under his command, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Lord Bertold, we will not make Ella's mistake and give that Frederick of Staufen a chance to lure the enemy deeper, but I will give you a foothold in Saxony: the son of the former Duke of Bavaria, Lord Otto, has just been killed in battle, and his bloodline has been severed, so you should take advantage of the bloody battle between Egbert and the Emperor to recharge your energy in the territory of Nordheim and wait for the time to come." ”

The sound of military music continued to sound, the iron boots marched forward in unison to the rhythm, and listening to the familiar grenadier march, Edgar felt like he was back in his previous life.

In the eyes of Earl Glamorgan and others, this scene was incomparably magnificent, dazzling light, powerful magic, and the singing of the gods, and less than 3,000 armored soldiers in front of them were like 300,000 heavenly armies lying across the field, and hundreds of fierce beasts in heavy armor were digging the ground with iron hooves, constantly letting out a low roar.

"When we can change the clothes of the entire expeditionary force, the real war will begin - both the battle of Rome and the war of God."

The Teutonic princes bowed their heads obediently, and they all thought that the king was referring to the war with Emperor Henry, and no one realized which Rome the king was talking about.

In the tent outside Adrianople, the deposed Magyar king Solomon poured milk wine on his thirsty throat and then exclaimed: "I have personally reconnoitred the road outside the city, and the hoof prints are still very new, and it seems that the Romans have just left." ”

Kuteskeberg fiddled with a delicate recurve bow and casually asked, "Why did that boy tell us about this?" ”

"Probably what his master meant, that general who couldn't control the emperor was thrown here, and now he must have wet himself, I guess he just wants to buy himself a way to live."

"The Khan has little interest in besieging the city, and if the boy is right, Ducas has a few thousand spears by his side, and these people can stare at us in that stone house until winter." Berg kept shaking his head, his braids shaking, "No, we should go after those who ran away." ”

"That Ducasse probably thinks the same way, betraying those who abandoned him, in the eyes of outsiders, is a great defeat for the main force, only he holds the fortress in front of us, and then his sister will naturally help him speak well in front of the emperor, maybe the Romans will treat him as a hero."

Kutaisk had been convinced, and at the same time he secretly looked at this son-in-law again, he didn't expect that this guy was so insidious, it seems that the Magyars have become as good at this kind of court trick as the Romans, this is another game that Kutaisk himself is not familiar with, and the cunning of the steppe wolf is completely different.

"I will tell the Khan, you have to keep an eye on the Roman envoy, and when Ducasse sends the tribute, we will go south at once."

Solomon nodded in agreement, knowing that his father-in-law was the one the Khan really trusted, and that Angus was right, he would always be a vassal in the Pecheneg camp. However, should you accept another deal from Ducasse? If the Ducasse helped, the emperor would have given him enough gold and silver, and even helped him return home - the Romans were still in control of Belgrade, and if he returned to Pannonia from there with coins bearing the emperor's head, the princes of Magyar would gather under his command like tigers and wolves that smelled blood, and help him expel the usurper, yes, he was the rightful king.

But could the Romans really defeat the Khan of Tergu? Even with his own help, the Roman army now has only two or three thousand men, and Tergu has at least thirty thousand capable warriors under his command!

Angus was also recalling Solomon's expression not long ago, when he relayed the words of Governor John clearly, but also added some personal thoughts, and it seemed that Solomon was really shaken at that time, especially when he pointed out that his army included both Pechenegs and Magyars, and even many Uzi and Cumans, and these were just men and horses who had been killed for a while because of the lure of the booty, and could not withstand the test of bloody battle at all—at that time Solomon could not help but express his approval, Just why didn't he answer himself on the spot?

It was not Brachna, but it was not much safer than the court of the Greeks, where murder was planned to the sound of silk grinding against the chariot camp, and in the middle of the camp, where a bowstring could cut a man's throat, just now he saw a tribal chief crush the little head of a Roman captive like a walnut, and then shoot a birch arrow with a bloodied hand and shoot a screaming, living woman like a deer hunt.

Solomon, Angus suddenly realized something, he hated it all more than himself, he was once a man behind the walls, a man who ruled the land instead of ravaging it, and he agreed with his own opinion, not because his mind and his logic were in harmony, but because his heart also longed for such a thing to happen, and if it was possible, Solomon would prefer the approval of his kind, for he, like himself, was rejected by his homeland, banished in the wilderness, in the company of wild beasts and barbarians.

Solomon will be hooked, Angus thought with great confidence, he violently pushed open the leather tabernacle, almost pushing the standing guard Gillick to the ground, the smell of blood poured into his lungs, Angus felt that he had entered the battlefield, right in the middle of this camp, thousands of lives seemed to be about to be tested in the fire he lit, and the dead would return to the womb of the earth.

"Gillick."

"What, sir?"

"Do you see the samurai under these tents? Remember what they are today, remember how strong they are, and soon we will kill them all. ”