"Bastard, where's my horse?" There was a shout of shouting from Edmund's camp.

The blue-eyed Danish guard, known as the "Heluli", bowed his head, and King Harold's second son, was furious that his beloved Spanish horse had disappeared last night, which made him even more furious than the disorganization in the barracks for two days. The day before yesterday, when it became clear that most of the people on the opposite side were English militia, the Danes in the Irish army became even more arrogant, and some even wanted to attack the other party's fortifications directly and slaughter these sheep. However, morale was high and military discipline was lost, and the sentinels rode in front of the enemy camp with great pomp and boasted, and when they were tired of playing, they returned to the camp to gamble, which was a more serious matter than patrolling, and Tacitus once said that the Germans treated dice as seriously as fate, and these Danish and Gaelic soldiers clearly carried forward this tradition.

That night, a Danish soldier was publicly flogged, and it was this daredevil who stole Edmund's beloved horse and swaggered the next day into the countryside near Plymouth to plunder. Edmund stared at the execution scene in anger, but did not say a word about the military discipline in the camp for the past few days, so the Danes, after seeing the bloody scene, laughed and went back to the camp.

Roger had been observing the opposite side for two nights, and had even secretly approached the opposing camp once in the darkness of night, and after confirming that the enemy on the opposite side had completely lost his discipline, the Norman commander seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. After sunset on the third day, a thick fog suddenly enveloped all around, and this change of weather made Roger's mood even more relaxed, and he checked his harness one last time, and with a whip of his whip, the whole Norman army in full gear began to line up behind him. When the gates of the fort were opened, a dark shadow began to surge, and the Irish camp below the hillside remained unnoticed.

The sound of the tide came from the thick fog, and this unusual movement caused the sleepy camp sentry to begin to rub his hazy eyes, and try his best to look through the fog, and the first thing that emerged from the fog was a large group of horned "demons", this terrible sight made the sentries almost collapse to the ground in fright, only to hear a few clangs, spears were thrown on the ground, and the Irish immediately fled to the back of the camp.

Three hundred bulls rushed into battle first, knocked over the fragile barracks, and continued to run unstoppably into the camp, followed by the Norman commander with his spear-like warriors, sweeping through Edmund's camp, and any resistance would be stabbed by the spears of the English soldiers and turned into blood gourds. This sudden killing sound startled Godwin and the others, but the guards who appeared in front of them were all shouting in Gaelic language, as if they were on the opposite side of the immortal army. Godwin couldn't hear the gibberish clearly, so he drew his sword, and in front of him was the overturned Edmund camp and his own camp that was being ravaged, the crowd became more and more panicked in the mist, the attack of the horned monsters caused an unimaginable psychological blow, and the Norman army that followed until they were weak was ignored.

At dawn, Roger came to Godwin's body, which had finally been identified, looked at the trampled body, and calmly said to himself, "It's done." ”

Then, the Norman raid destroyed the entire Irish fleet, the Danish-Gaelic army was destroyed, and the entire southwestern counties were completely safe, and in April, King William, still in Normandy, officially canonized Roger as Earl of Cornwall.

In the north of England at this time, York was gradually calming down, and in early spring, the stranded militia were busy returning home, and the Danes began to prepare for farm work. When Prince Edgar heard the news that his family had arrived with reinforcements from the Count of Morai, he was training his knights to ride a spear. When the two princesses came to the barracks, Christina stepped forward and hugged her bearded brother as soon as she saw him, while Margaret smiled and followed.

"What kind of look are you, it's too ugly." Christina grumbled.

Edgar didn't answer, of course he didn't dare to say that it was the style he had fashioned in his previous life, but he stroked his beard quite comfortably, his cheeks and lips were covered with a long beard, his chin was smooth, and his beard looked like the open wings of a bird.

Margaret interrupted her sister's teasing and said, "Mother is waiting for you at St. Peter's Church, and she says she has something to talk to you about." ”

Edgar looked up and saw that his sister seemed a little shy, and secretly thought: Is it about her marriage? He didn't say anything, but nodded, called Ulf again, and after giving an explanation, he got on his horse and headed for the city.

The vicinity of the church was bustling with activity, and since the winter it had been a place where Prince Edgar had opened up many grounds for the English and Danes who attended Mass each week to practice archery, and the Danish archery advantage also made the young English militiamen unconvinced, so they practiced harder and harder every day in order to overwhelm each other as quickly as possible.

After passing through the clearing, Edgar met his mother, Lady Agatha, in the church, and the pious noble woman did not speak of Margaret's marriage as Edgar had imagined, but nodded to the Bishop of Durham, who took out a wooden box from behind. Edgar felt a little strange, but didn't ask, waiting for his mother's answer. Lady Agatha opened the box and took out a sword that seemed to be some years old, with a ring-shaped head at the end of the hilt, somewhat in the style of the Wendell period, with an inscription on the gauntlet that was faintly recognizable as the word REX, and a horned stag carved in the background.

Lady Agatha explained, "This is a relic of King Ethelred bequeathed to your grandfather, King Edmund the Brave King, from King Offa of Mercia. This treasure was once carried by your father, and then I kept it on my behalf, and now it's yours. ”

Edgar carefully took the sword, feeling the weight of this ancient sword, and the name of King Ofa, which had once alerted Charlemagne, reminded him of the Anglo-Saxon glory of the past, all of which escaped from the cold sword body that was still well preserved.

In the midst of this solemn tranquility, the Bishop of Durham spoke: "My lord, in the past, the English people did not have a fixed royal treasure, and the crowned crown was only gradually appeared in the time of King Edward, and now the crown of King Edward has fallen into the hands of William of Normandy. But the ancient Anglo-Saxon kings did not have such a thing, and the treasures they used included various precious utensils such as deer rods and swords. We hope you will accept this treasure of an ancient king and be officially crowned King of England in Westminster! ”

Edgar heard the solemnity in the other man's voice, put his sword in his sheath, and replied aloud: "God witnesses that I will conquer London and become king of the Anglo-Saxons!" ”