After ordering the knights and officers to retire and put their affairs in order, William summoned Tris from his tent. Maury the housekeeper.

"Steward Triss, is it going well to take over the Barony of Wexon?" William sat upright, put his hands on the table, and looked at Butler Tris.

"Very well, His Highness William." Tris. Maury bowed and said, "The Barony of Vernon has a total of one hundred and thirty manors, of which eighty manors belong to the local knights, and you own fifty manors, in addition to the large uncultivated wastelands and mountains of Waxon.

It's just that these wastelands and mountains are close to the vast forests north of the Barony of Wexon, where nomadic tribes are often seen, and they are very xenophobic and warlike, so the reclamation of the wastelands may speak of the influence of these tribes.

In addition, more than a dozen officials you have brought with you have been assigned to Pontoise, and they will be responsible for the city's taxation and justice, and will work with the soldiers you left behind to control Pontoise and the surrounding area. ”

"Very well, Steward Tris, well done." William nodded with satisfaction and said, "The task of infiltrating and controlling the Barony of Wexon is left to you, and you are responsible for investigating the factions and relationships of these knights, and finding out which knights are likely to sincerely join us."

If you have any needs, just say it, and I will meet you! ”

"Your Highness William, I also need you to leave more soldiers behind to maintain control of the Barony of Wexon.

Our strength is still too weak for these knight lords!

So I beg you to leave some more soldiers in the southern areas of Pontoise and Wexon. "Tris. Butler Maury bowed and said.

"Now that the war requires, I can't leave too many soldiers in Pontoise and Wexon, three hundred soldiers and three hundred reserve militia at most, I'll keep Ferdinand. Grylls leads these armies and helps you as your deputy.

Of course, we have to take advantage of the opportunity of these knights to leave the territory and build wooden forts on various transportation arteries to control the transportation hubs that each manor can only see.

So whatever they want to do, they won't be able to escape our eyes! William patiently explained.

"Yes, Your Highness William, I will do my best." Butler Tris bowed down and said.

On the morning of the second day, Willian left Ferdinand. Grylls led 300 soldiers of the main regiment and 300 reserve militia to assist the steward of Trismory in taking control of the castle, and then took 2,600 direct legions and 1,600 provisional legionnaires to board the ships one after another, and sailed down the Oise River into the Seine to continue in the direction of the parish of Lisce.

The mighty fleet of ships rampaged all the way down the Seine waterway, causing a panic among the passing boats, who hurriedly avoided to the sides.

"Your Highness William, the city of Elbeeuf is ahead, and the city of Rouen is ahead, do we need to continue through the city of Rouen?" Sir Hubert came to the bow of the flagship, walked up to William's side, and said.

"No, no. We landed at the port of Elbeeuf, which is only a few dozen miles away from Syracuse, and it doesn't take a day or two to get there.

If we continue through the city of Rouen, we will most likely be attacked by the fleet of the Count of Cay, which is not worth it. William shook his head and said.

"Yes, Your Highness William, I hereby order all ships to prepare to dock at Elbeuf ahead."

Sir Hubert was about to turn away and prepare to direct the fleet to land, when he saw dozens of ships emerging in front of him, and the flag of the Count of Mortan was clearly visible.

"Enemy attack, enemy attack!" Several small dragon ships in front of them hurriedly returned to the fleet and shouted warnings.

Bell, bell, bell... Bell, bell, bell...

The alarm bell rang in the fleet, and the soldiers on each ship took up arms and prepared for battle, and dozens of dragon-headed warships accelerated in several rows under the leadership of the flagships of their respective small fleets.

As Normans of Viking descent, William's soldiers were not afraid of water warfare at all, especially when they were piloting a powerful dragon-headed warship, and they were eager to try it.

On the other hand, the knights of the Barony of Wexon were all French landlubbers, and the ships they were on were all transports that were not suitable for water warfare, so when the local fleet attacked, they were in a mess and were unable to fight.

William looked at the poor performance of the Wexon knights not far away, covered his face and couldn't bear to look at it, so he had to order his ships to speed up and destroy the opponent's fleet, as for these embarrassed Wexon knights, William didn't care about them at all.

"Order the ships, prepare the crossbows, use the rockets, and set fire to the damn one!" Standing on the high platform of the flagship, William looked at the enemy ships not far away, and ordered.

"Bed crossbow ready, with rockets!"

"Bed crossbow ready, with fire..."

At the sound of William's order, the sailors on the ships shouted William's order and passed it on to the ships.

The dragon-headed warships that received the order uncovered the felt cloth covering the crossbow and stern beds, took out the huge crossbow arrows of one meter and two lengths wrapped in grease-soaked cloth, and placed them on the tracks.

The dragon-headed battleship, which had already turned sideways, sprinted towards the enemy warship in a diagonal line, and the more than 100 bed crossbows that had been wound were aimed at each other in unison, like a cobra coiled up and unable to fire.

"Shoot!" William ordered in a loud voice.

"Shoot!"

The orders to shoot from the dragon's head warships came one after another, the crossbow arrows on the bed crossbows were ignited, and one after another shot shot out, like meteors, across the sky and crashed on the enemy fleet.

Bang bang bang ... Bang bang bang ...

A series of crashing sounds rang out one after another, and the thick crossbow bolts hit the enemy ship one after another, piercing through the fragile hull and firmly nailing into the cabin.

Thick black smoke began to rise from the pierced sails and cabins, and more than two dozen ships were gradually engulfed in the sky-high flames, whirling feebly on the wide Seine.

Standing on the flagship, looking powerlessly at the enemy fleet that was gradually collapsing not far away, William decisively ordered:

"Cut in, shoot the enemy with arrows, jump into the gang, and capture the enemy ship!"

As William's order was passed on to the dragon-headed ships, the warships that had been arranged in a diagonal formation began to disperse, and they were scattered into small fleets ranging from three to six, led by a large dragon-headed ship, which quickly moved back and forth through the scattered enemy formations, and the soldiers on the dragon-headed ships constantly threw arrows and javelins at the enemy ships with longbows, crossbows, and javelins.

Screams rang out one after another, the enemy crew members who had been hit by arrows on the splints were killed, and the unlucky enemy let out a penetrating wail, which undoubtedly greatly damaged the morale of the enemy troops.

Defenseless, the enemy ships had no choice but to lay down their arms, put away their sails, raise the white flag, and began to surrender to William one after another.