London, November 1066.

After a day of confirmation, Lieutenant Thomson finally accepted that he was already in the 11th century, and that he had gone from being an officer of the Guards cavalry of East Anglia to being the king of England, albeit in jeopardy.

In fact, the situation could hardly be worse, since the crushing defeat of the Papal Day at Hastings at Calixtus, the English have lost the essence of the South, the Counts of the North are still in the **** Godwin House Civil War and the trauma of the Norwegian invasion, in the South, the most fertile land of Wessex is being ravaged by the Duke of Normandy, the enemy has burned twenty villages at once since landing at Pevensy, and after the massacre of the English militia in Hastings, in order to conquer the country, five days later began to move north, The enemy turned east from Dover to Canterbury, and then drove westward, burning and plundering along the way, and the counties of Wessex were devastated. Two days earlier, Winchester had surrendered without a fight, and it was said that the enemy had marched north. A week earlier, the enemy's 500 cavalry detachment had attempted to raid London northward, reaching the banks of the Thames, burning Southwark, and slaughtering the London militiamen who had crossed the river from London Bridge. Then came the news of the presence of enemy forces in Hampshire, and now that Winchester had surrendered, the enemy took control of the entire southeast coast port, and it was said that reinforcements from Normandy were using these ports to land and prepare to join the Duke's main force. The army from the north could no longer come to the aid for various reasons, so the bishop was actually coming to Kingston to persuade King Edgar to submit to the enemy.

This is exactly what Lieutenant Thomson faced when he woke up, but he had become the protagonist of this surrender, and when he realized that he had to welcome the conquerors into London, Lieutenant Henry Thomson, the cavalry officer under Queen Victoria, felt a kind of absurdity that the first surrender of his military career had actually come like this? Or surrender the lands of England to the enemies of France in the Middle Ages, God!

Lieutenant Thomson's pride made him temporarily reject the bishop's advice, and when he arrived in London, he met the Earls of Edwin, the Earl of Moca, and Aldred, the Bishop of York, from the north, these noble lords looked tired, and after simply welcoming the king and bishops, they told them that many of the earls and bishops of the north were opposed to the king and did not want to go south, so that the reinforcements of London were only their few militias from Mercia and Northumbria, But these were all experienced soldiers who had fought at Fulford and Stamford Bridge. Lieutenant Thomson asked them how many they were, and he replied that there were less than two hundred, and the lieutenant knew very well that no matter how brave the soldiers were, they could not replace the number of boots on the ground. After losing a large number of nobles and soldiers, it seemed that London could hardly withstand the attack of nearly 10,000 enemy troops, and the bishop of Stigander looked gloomy and became even more desperate about the situation after being confirmed by the two counts. He seemed unwilling to continue listening and left alone.

The Bishop of York, apparently furious, shouted at the two earls: "The enemy is brutally destroying our counties, our land, our people are wailing, and this barbarism must be stopped at once!" But the earls said they would not surrender, but they were not willing to leave London to engage the enemy, for they were certain to lose.

Then they began to be angry again at the stubbornness of the bishops and counts of the north, and complained of the nobles who coveted the spoils of the Norwegians, and who, in spite of the impending disaster, would rather die at home than face the enemy.

Lieutenant Thomson, though incomprehensible to their argument, realized the desperation that hung in the air. The noble warriors who had heard the whistling of tomahawks and javelins on the battlefield had lost confidence, and the lieutenant became more and more aware of the imminence of the fall of London at the thought of the approaching enemy in this quarrel.

The road in front of Westminster was bleak as the autumn wind blew, and a few soldiers with shields and spears were faintly discernible as the fort looked at the fort in the direction of the Ludmen Gate. Lieutenant Thomson speculated that he might be in the vicinity of the Piccadilly. However, in such a bleak environment, the roads built by the Romans appear to be very dilapidated, and it is impossible to see where the later Crystal Palace is located. Only a mournful song was heard from the direction of the church, which was the sad song of the Saxons in the past:

"Where is the war horse? Where are the knights?

Where is the feast? Where's the fun?

Oh, shiny wine glasses! Oh, proud prince!

How the past fades, it seems that nothing has ever happened! ”