Witnessing the massacre of his army, the Duke of Frankish wept bloodigains. —Matthew of Edessa

Kent East Coast, Sunit Island.

After the eclipse, the kingdom's ministers gathered in London for a mass, which coincided with the completion of the new flagship of the Southern Fleet, and the entire English court, from the Archbishop of Canterbury down, to the shipyards on the island to attend the launching ceremony.

The rise of the island of Schenite within the Five Ports League was largely due to the promotion of Wolfstein, Archbishop of Canterbury, the island where the Hengeist and Hosa brothers first landed in Britain, and their adventures in Britain laid the foundation for the Anglo-Saxon conquest of Britain. According to the records of St. Gildas the Briton and St. Bade the Anglo, forty-six years after the landing of Hingist, Edgar's ancestor Chedick landed with five ships of Saxon warriors and established the kingdom of the West Saxons south of Thames.

As a descendant of the Saxon pirates, Edgar naturally did not miss the opportunity to publicize the "glorious deeds" of his predecessors, and the Archbishop of Canterbury, out of his desire to overwhelm the Bishops of York and Winchester, personally organized the ceremony for the king.

The naming of ships was originally a Viking custom, and the Archbishop of Canterbury obviously did not use the pagan ritual of blood sacrifice, but unlike his predecessor Leofrick, the Bishop of Woolfstein was more interested in the expansion of the Mandate of Heaven in England and more tolerant of less traditional things, especially anything that could please the northern knights. Splashed onto the bishop's own purple robe.

The two black-robed friars finished their long prayers and began to sprinkle holy water all over the hull, their work so meticulous that almost every oar was blessed.

"Your Majesty, she is the first Calais battleship designed by an Italian master, compared to the 'Tomahawk' Garais, it has added a cannon that fires forty-pound cast-iron cannonballs, and reduced the number of gyroscopes, and the bow is also equipped with a more powerful bronze angle of attack, which can completely fight more than ten Venetian warships."

When Count Volciov, who was beside Edgar, heard this, he couldn't help but jump in his heart, did the king plan to start a war with the Venetians?

"Elfwin, what do you think?"

Father Elfwin, who was still nominally in service with the Grand Fleet (Scyphere), looked critically at the time-consuming ship: "It was a good design for the Italians, but it was already the eleventh century. ”

The king of England from the 19th century glanced at the "sailmaniac" who thought he lived in a brave new world - the priest was not well founded in theory, but he was more familiar than any professor with astrology, night navigation and the "new marksmanship" in the Tataglia style, and he was also a witty card friend, a natural linguist.

"My cousin Philip has just written to me that the Moors have once again crossed the Pillar of Hercules and sent a steady stream of reinforcements to Andalusia, hoping that England will help in the future war on the peninsula."

"Your Majesty, we are still at war with the Emperor......" The Count of Northumbria did not remain silent this time, King Philip obviously intended to lure England into the Holy War in the South and consume his own national strength, with the wisdom of the King, he would not fail to see this, but who knows if the launching of this new ship will provoke the invincible Anglo-Saxon King to have the intention of showing off his military overseas?

"The Emperor will soon be no longer our problem, and as for you, my Earl, you can rest assured that you will return to York to reorganize your army, and you will not need the county of Sain in the short term, and the next war will not be won by one or two new ships."

A blue dhow approached the harbor from east-southeast, and the lookout post quickly informed that this was not the usual Flemish merchant ship on the east coast, but a communications ship for the Grand Fleet.

The clouds poured out, the light became worse and worse, and people seemed to be able to make out the white light of the Great Lighthouse of Dover.

The new flagship, which had just been named the "Terrible", was like a bird of prey, perched dormant at the foot of the artillery fortifications in the harbor, and the Nordic soldiers wearing gold armbands seemed to be frightened by the new ship when they disembarked from the communication ship, but the emergency military situation in the East did not help him forget his mission.

It was a surprise to see the King himself, but it also made a lot easier.

"Where is Master Rodrigo now?" Edgar stared at the royal guard.

"Lord Count Pembroke is still in Goslar, and the troops at the front are already retreating towards the Main."

There were no other ears around, and the king knew that many things were not written directly in letters, so a good messenger must have an excellent memory.

"What the hell is happening on the front lines?"

"Your Majesty, the Duke of Swabia ambushed the army of King Herman, instigated some Luxembourgers, and asked them to ask our army for help, and the Duke of Normandy and the Duke of Saxony sent troops to support ......"

Edgar knew in his heart that Edmund must have insisted on sending troops, and Robert was probably planning to protect his son.

"And then?" Although the Swaper were accustomed to warfare, he should not be an opponent of the British and Normans.

"The Alemanni were quickly repelled by us, and His Royal Highness said that King Herman must be rescued......"

Edgar could almost imagine Frederick's ecstasy, to bully a chick so easily, that Weiblingen mongrel must have had a stomachache from laughter at the time.

"You must be chasing those rabbits on the buttocks, right?" Edgar almost wanted to whip his son hard.

"Yes......" The voice of the royal guard was a little unnatural, he was the personal servant of the prince himself, after the pursuit began, he was the first to abandon the artillery, hugging the prince's war horse and chasing wildly, if it wasn't for the instinct to protect the lord, I am afraid that he would be trapped in the battle.

Edgar eventually learns everything he wants from the courier, and Robert apparently volunteered to act as a stand-in for his son at the last minute, otherwise he would have lost the war by now!

The price of redeeming a Duke of Normandy cannot be the same as the redemption of the heir to the throne of England.

Now that the main force has retreated back to Franconia, the next step is probably to negotiate with Henry IV, the Swabian of Zelingen and the Bavarians of Welf are still there, although Hermann, the "garlic king", finally proved that he is only a burden to the allies, but now in Germany are Rudolph's son and Egbert Benber, and if they exist, the emperor and the Duke of Swabia will not regard the British army as a mortal enemy.

But how to deal with the aftermath is one thing, how to educate the heir is another, if the future king of England is a reckless fool in the eyes of the world, let alone a foreign enemy who is always eyeing the enemy, I am afraid that even the lords of the kingdom will be ready to move......

At this moment in Stauffenburg, Frederick, Duke of Swabia, did not have a smile on his face, he had always been very confident in his resourcefulness, but he did not expect that even in a difficult situation, the English could inflict such heavy casualties on themselves.

The well-armed militia of England marched back in unison to the music of the March of the Grenadiers, advancing like a wall, accompanied by the Norman knights who had formed a dense conical formation in a makeshift formation, and if they had not led the knights themselves to charge, the enemy would have been able to break out in one round.

After the war horses under him had been changed three times, the group of humanoid animals actually did not lose their fighting spirit, but they repeatedly struck and rushed regardless of losses, and the melodious military music that had never been heard before still echoed in Frederick's ears - the shame, the monster-like military formation, constantly devouring the self-confidence of all the Teutons, like the furious waves of the North Sea, coldly enveloping the hottest war soul of the Swabian warriors.

The Duke almost ordered the entire army to withdraw, but his resolute nature prevented him from lowering his lion-like proud head.

But the knights were much more realistic than their dukes, and the English army was so powerful that even their Danish allies were terrified, and the two sides fought for half a day in the valley, constantly letting out earth-shattering battle cries, and the sound of guns and swords breaking was incessant, until nearly 100 Polov cavalry archers appeared on the battlefield, opening a gap for the British army.

Scaled Cuman mercenaries unleashed arrows on horseback, commanded by a Norman knight with a conical iron helmet topped with feathers of different colors, like a colorful storm, emerging from the end of the saddle-shaped valley and invading the Teutons' lines and saving many of the exhausted English Sein from the point of the spear.

As the sky darkened, the victorious Stauffen army and the British army broke through almost tacitly at the same time, and the British army, which maintained military discipline, even rescued some of the Danish allies, and most of the Norman cavalry had already broken through first, not even knowing that their duke had become a prisoner of the enemy.

After the battle, Duke Frederick cleaned up the battlefield and found a large number of precious steel armor and weapons, as well as the Duke of Normandy, miraculously unscathed in the middle of the corpse.

At that moment, he already knew that this victory would bring him great prestige within the Empire, yet tears still welled up on his face at the thought of the near-destroyed Stauffen army.