On the night before the summer solstice, all the villages of England celebrate the birthday of John the Baptist, and despite the difficult times, people still put out bread, cheese and beer as much as possible, light bonfires, and enjoy a rare moment of peace, and after midsummer, they are busy harvesting grain and storing straw. In the south, where the Normans encircled many royal forests, the local English were expelled from their homes, and these homeless refugees enjoyed a meal on the village wine tables in various places, and the church distributed eggs and soup to them.

For the English people in the north, the summer solstice of the year took on a different meaning, the news of the Battle of the Yore spread, the victory of Prince Edgar ruined many old estates, the people who had been robbed by the Normans saw new hope, and the name of the prince was secretly mentioned countless times in the prayers of the dinner table. In the halls of Durham, the soldiers of the Governor of Osbert displayed all the highest-ranking prisoners of war before the eyes of all the northern lords, and these neatly braided earls and bishops had a sense of unreality in a dream, facing the once swaggering conqueror. The Earl of Benicia said to the magistrate, "The whole army of the north is ready, please report to the prince, and we will set out in two ways, one along the road to York, and the other fleet will go to the mouth of the Humber River, and clear the enemy there." The latter news was not of the Governor's mind, and the Earl knew what was on his mind, so he added: "This fleet has been provided by King Malcolm in a secret agreement with us before, and they have departed from Edinburgh and will arrive soon. ”

Durham Bishop Ethelwyn rose from his seat near the wall and raised a bronze glass full of wine: "Thank God for this great victory!" ”

Then the Count of Benicia got up and said, "That Normandy bastard wants our land, and we will give him a seven-foot cemetery!" ”

The nobles present raised their glasses together: "For the land of King William!" ”

Northerners feast on freshly roasted chicken, greasy sauces and honey to the sound of harps, white bread and amber ale on the table. The attendants served the noble lords with skewers on silver plates, and they half-crouched at the table, holding one end of the skewers high with their right hands and the other end attached to the plate, so that the lords could enjoy them directly.

The people of the festival forget their sorrows for a moment until the night passes.

On the East Anglian coast, when the sun shone on the treetops, an English villager had just woken up from a hangover, and his Danish wife casually complained: "Are you simply insane, planning to die and get drunk to death like the old King of Hadknout?" ”

The husband replied indifferently: "The madman is drunk at home, and he is sober and dies outside." ”

Before he could finish speaking, there was a commotion outside, and after recognizing some of the languages, the Englishman turned pale in an instant, and he called out incoherently: "Ship...... Danish Ship ...... Wolf Warrior is coming! ”

After a while, when all the villagers knew the bad news, there were not many Danes outside, but the village had no ability to resist, and one of the most skillful Danes came to the village with his bow and axe, and said to the frightened Englishman: "Don't be afraid, the Seamen do not want to hurt anyone, but have come to do business, and ask the noble elders among you to hand over the rings and offer the gold and silver cellars that belong to the seamen." Your land and your family will not be harmed in any way, the seafarers have come to protect you - the king of the Danes will drive out the Franks for you, as long as you trade with the Danes. ”

The same scene took place all over the east coast, when the Danish king's two hundred and forty ships invaded England, and under the leadership of the king's brother Osbjörn, the king's sons Harald and Knut, and five other noble Danish boys, they landed north from Kent to loot and extort tribute, and they loaded the long ships with furs, linen, tin, gold and silver coins, and jewellery treasures, most of which were levied according to the original Danish gold share per Hyde land. In the tower of Norwich Castle, King William's brother, Odo, Bishop of Bayeux was selecting horses for his nephew Richard to send to London. This tall warrior bishop, with a delicate nose and thin lips, but always had a resolute look, and the most similar of the king's sons, Lufus, and Bishop Odo, always gave the impression that he was bound to accomplish great things. But when he heard the news, he immediately gasped, and his calm expression, which seemed to be forever unchanged, was also destroyed.

Bishop Odo soon received the news that Ipswich had been defeated by Ośbjorn, as if as a warning, which made him immediately determined. So on the orders of the Bishop of Bayoux, all the Normans of the East Anglian coast began to shrink their defenses, leaving large areas of the coast to the Danes, and the bishop immediately sent messengers to inform the king. The landing of a new enemy at this juncture would be almost fatal to the Normans, and the slightest mistake would erode the entire eastern Saxon coast, and even the Midland and southern ports could be threatened. After sending a messenger to the King, Bishop Odor began to write letters to William de Warren, Earl of Surrey, Lincolnshire, whose most trusted nobleman was now in charge of blockading the rebels besieging Erie, and who, out of personal vendetta against Hereward, swore to capture the barbarian who had killed his cousin, and his knights set up checkpoints in the northern part of the rebels, and used these outposts to raid villages and towns in an attempt to cut off supplies to the rebels. However, now that the Danes have arrived, the Earl of Surrey may be attacked from the sea at any time, and the blockade is bound to be unsustainable, and he may even be forced to evacuate. Bishop Otto and the Earl of Surrey are now the two Norman lords with the most lands in England, and in order to retain their conquered territories, they must work closely together to prevent the situation on the Eastern Front from deteriorating.

Norwich's castle was built a year and a half ago and is now very large, with dozens of local houses demolished to make room for the castle. The Normans bulldozed these buildings and piled up tall mounds with black earth and clay on top of them, and then built a tall tower of civil structure on the top of the mound, like a bird looking down on the ditch below, and the wall around the moat was the wings of this huge bird, which enveloped the whole castle, and there was a slope at the bottom of the tower and the mound, as the only castle in East Anglia, Norwich was built extremely strong by the Normans, and there were plenty of supplies in it. After more than a month of rage, the Danes did not seem willing to pay too much blood and time for Norwich, so they sailed north.