"Count Akershus, how is the situation now? Were the Normans repulsed? Prince Olaf walked up to the walls of the city of Oslo and asked his follower, Count Shkovt of Akershus.

"His Royal Highness Prince Olaf." Count Axhus Shkovt bowed respectfully to Olaf.

"No need to be polite, Lord Shikovt, you and I are like brothers, why should we be so restrained? The war is important, and it will be faster than I say. Olaf said, helping Count Shikovt up.

"Your Highness, thanks to your presiding over the fortification of the city of Oslo, built by His Majesty King Harald, we have relied on its strong and tall walls to withstand several Norman attacks, which they launched a tentative attack in the morning, which was repulsed by our army.

It's just a pity that our army didn't capture much, but was attacked by the Normans' ambushed cavalry for a while while in pursuit, and lost many warriors. ”

Count Shkovt bowed his head in some shame, as if he was feeling sorry for the warrior who had unfortunately died in battle.

"Cheer up, Lord Shkovt, it's just a minor setback, as long as the fortified city of Oslo is not lost, we can be invincible." Prince Olaf opened his arms and hugged Count Shkovt fiercely, patted him on the back and cheered him up.

"I'm sorry, Your Highness Olaf, for letting you see my ugliness." Count Shkovt, who was courageously summoned by Prince Olaf and no longer indulged in grief, made a solemn promise to Olaf: "Your Highness, I promise you that as long as I am alive, I will fight for my life to ensure that Oslo will not be captured by the Normans!" ”

When Prince Olaf heard this, a relieved smile appeared on his face, patted him on the shoulder and said, "Then please leave it to you." ”

"By the way, Lord Shikovt, have you received any news about Trondheim these days? My brother His Majesty Magnus used to write to me every two days, but now five days have passed, and my communication with Trondheim seems to have been completely cut off, and no matter how much I try to communicate with Trondheim, it will be like a stone in the sea. Prince Olaf said worriedly.

"Your Highness, His Majesty the King has his own opinion, and it is our duty to guard the south of Norway and not allow the Normans to take advantage of the opportunity to encroach on the kingdom's territory.

As for why we couldn't get in touch with Trondheim, maybe it was attacked by the Normans, so that our messengers were intercepted by the Norman cavalry.

With the garrison of Trondheim, I am convinced that no matter how the Normans attack, they will not be able to break through the city, and I beg you to rest assured, my highness. Count Shkovt tried to comfort the anxious Prince Olaf.

"Maybe I'm a little worried, it's true that with the strength of the Normans, it is impossible to break through the defenses of Trondheim in a short time, and besides, although my royal brother is seriously ill, he is a true lion, and once he wakes up, the whole kingdom will tremble." Olaf listened to Count Shikovt's comfort, and the loss breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a smile and a nod.

"You can rest easy." Count Shkovt comforted.

"By the way, Lord Shkovt, do you have any research on our opponent, the Norman general named Rodrigo? It is mentioned that this man was not a Norman, but a Spaniard from Iberia. Olaf pointed to the Norman warships swimming beyond the Oslo Fjord.

"I have heard of this man, who is rumored to have joined King William of the Norman kingdom as a mercenary when he was a young man.

Later, he played a pivotal role in several wars, and was one of the few commanders in the Norman kingdom who could take charge of himself, and was trusted by King William. Count Shkovt recalled, and replied to Prince Olaf.

"Rodrigo's name is so good that I've heard of him for a long time, and now it seems that he doesn't live up to his name.

He has attacked the city of Oslo several times these days, but he has repeatedly returned in vain, and it seems that he is nothing more than that. Olaf commented with contempt.

"Your Highness, don't take the enemy lightly, since Duke Rodrigo has such a prestige, he must have his own uniqueness, maybe he deliberately hides it."

Although Count Shkovt persuaded Olaf not to underestimate the enemy, there was some uncertainty, after all, the Normans' attacks were really weak these days, and even made him think that Rodrigo and the Normans would stop it.

"It's okay, Lord Shikovt, you just need to help me defend the city of Oslo, I'll take my leave first, there are some things on the Wigenberg side that I need to deal with." Prince Olaf and Count Shkovt once again hugged each other and waved goodbye.

"Your Highness, rest assured, everything in Oslo will be left to me." Count Shkovt replied.

After bidding farewell to Prince Olaf, Count Shkovt carefully inspected the southern wall and waited to make sure that it was correct before returning to the palace to rest.

However, no matter how cautious Count Shkovt was, his noble generals and soldiers still fell for Duke Rodrigo's arrogant tactics, whether it was defending the city or going out to investigate, they were much more disdainful.

In the evening, there were many fewer soldiers on the city walls, and many of them did not return after dinner, and went into the city to find some fun, but there were very few soldiers still guarding the walls, and they were all unlucky people who had been ostracized.

Since ancient times, there has been no widowhood and unevenness, other soldiers can go down to the city to enjoy it, and they can only stay on the city wall to drink the northwest wind, where can the mood be comfortable, a few people discussed for a while and simply dropped their weapons, left their duties and sneaked down the city wall.

At dusk, when everyone thought that the Normans could not attack, Rodrigo personally led the main force of the Second Army and thousands of Viking mercenaries to launch a fierce attack on the city of Oslo.

The timing he had chosen was tricky, because it was easier to be spotted when he could attack at dusk, and when he led his army to the beach and into the port area of Oslo, this time the soldiers reacted and threw down their weapons and fled in all directions.

Rodrigo ignored the rout, and he commanded the 5,000 elite men who had landed in advance to attack the walls of Oslo.

This time they were well prepared, carrying a large number of ladders to climb the city walls, and carrying two medium naval guns onto land to blast open the gates of Oslo.

These naval guns were early products, and they were not very powerful, but they were still quite lethal against cities with civil structures.

After the two guns were roughly calibrated, they were fired directly at the gates of Oslo.