Chapter 11: The Dragons Rise from Northern Europe (10)
That's why the Dwarven Emissaries arrived in New Nijmegen!
After careful study of the colonial dwarves of Greenland, it was found that this power, which was one of the most powerful in name and strength, was the most likely to unify the Norwegian mainland.
"Although the new Earl of Nijmegen is a scumbag, there is nothing to be done, he is our best choice." The Dwarven King said.
Although the dwarven side adopts a proactive diplomatic strategy, the so-called bottom line and discipline are still there, and it is absolutely not allowed to send troops to intervene in the Norwegian civil war in any form.
Therefore, all the dwarves can provide is money, goods, and technical things.
"So you're willing to give me 6,000 gold coins, 500 processed chain mail, and some dwarven forging knowledge for free?!"
Randy listened to the dwarven emissary's words, and was almost surprised to close his mouth.
That's all there is to the pie in the sky, right? This group of dwarves came all the way to send money, equipment, and technology, and there are still such good things in this world? There can't be any conspiracy, right?
"Nope! Not for free, after which New Nijmegen will unite Norway as soon as possible, and send enough soldiers to join us Greenland Icelandic dwarves on an expedition to England. ”
"I'm sorry, everyone, I, Randy, have always been peace-loving and have little interest in expanding outward, and unifying the whole of Norway and making my people happy and prosperous is my ultimate ideal. And, even without your support, I was able to accomplish several tasks. Why don't you look for someone else? The Danish queen of the south should be a better ally than me, right? ”
"Humph! That girl, bent on unifying the whole north, even wants us dwarves to be vassal to her, and an alliance is absolutely impossible. ”
"So, King Gustav of Sweden?"
"That guy is fighting the Finnish Rus' in the east, and he doesn't have time to care about us."
"That ......"
"Needless to say, the others are even less reliable, and only you Vikings are the most seafaring in all of Northern Europe, and they have been our long-time allies before."
"But I really don't want to go to England! If you think about it, the previous dwarven king and the Grand Duke of Norway are all there, so I'm afraid it's a mantis arm to block the car. ”
"You don't have to worry about that, if it weren't for our lack of sailing skills, we could have won on our own."
Hehe, I'm quite confident!
Seeing the three dwarves in front of him holding a beer belly and shouting loudly, Randy pursed his lips, and the smile on his face flashed.
"What if I lend you a ship and teach you how to sail?"
Several dwarven messengers were shocked when they heard this, and quickly shook their heads and waved their hands to refuse, which made Randy feel a little strange, presumably he had suffered a loss at sea!
Seeing that the earl on the opposite side did not want to attack England, the dwarven envoy gritted his teeth and had to increase his chips again according to the elder's instructions.
"Alright! If you're willing to agree to our terms, we'll give you more strategic resources, 500 sabers, 3,000 spears, 2,000 shields, more dwarven forging, and 10,000 gold. ”
Sure enough, if you do business, you can't bargain, but these dwarves are too careless, so they expose their hole cards.
"Still not satisfied? Damn, how greedy the hell is this guy? ”
Seeing that Randy still didn't speak on the other side, the dwarf messenger was anxious: "At most, add one more piece of soft armor lined with lining, no more." ”
"Lined with soft armor? What is that? ”
Hearing Randy's inquiring tone, the Dwarven Emissary perked up and began to introduce one of the dwarves' outstanding defensive inventions.
In fact, this thing is slightly similar to the golden silk soft armor in the legend of the Celestial Empire, which is also woven from wire, silk, and hair threads, and can be worn in light armor, at most a little stronger, a little more well-made.
Randy's heart was shocked, but on the surface he remained silent, tapping his fingers on the table without saying a word.
Opposite him, several dwarven messengers looked at him with trepidation, as if waiting for the Last Judgment, thinking that they had nothing left to trade, could this guy agree?
knocked on the table for a long time, seeing that the dwarf on the opposite side did not increase the price, Randy knew that the other party had been almost squeezed by himself, and at this time, he should accept it when he saw it, and decisively settle this matter.
"I understand!"
Randy sighed lightly and stood up, and the hearts of several dwarven emissaries on the other side also rose to their throats: "At the end of the day, I, Randy, am a Viking!" ”
Smiling self-deprecatingly, Randy pulled out his saber and slashed off the table legs in front of him, shocking several dwarven emissaries across the street, but they didn't know what the count was doing.
"Today, I have made a covenant with the dwarven clans, and I have become allies, and I will never leave it, and God will punish me for breaking this oath!"
After listening to Randy's words, several dwarven messengers finally breathed a sigh of relief, and also swore in the name of their own tribal gods, so that the covenant was officially established.
"Please wait a while, stay in the city for a few days, and when the official covenant is finished, I will use the stamp, how about a few people take it back?"
"Indeed, such a big thing must not be sloppy."
The dwarven messenger nodded, "But how about we send back one man and bring all the gifts stipulated in the covenant?" ”
"It couldn't be better."
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Five days later, the dwarven messenger returned with the covenant that Randy had drafted, and Randy received a large sum of gold.
Those 10,000 gold coins may seem like a lot of money to the dwarves, but Randy really doesn't care much, today is just a fraction of the money, what Randy really cares about is the weapons and armor sent by the dwarves, as well as those important technologies.
Although the parchment scrolls containing technology are all dwarven script, as long as there is a written record, no matter what the script, Enides can directly translate it into technology.
A total of 500 pairs of dwarven precision crafted heavy chain mail, with steel helmets, the key parts of these heavy chain mail, are also specially reinforced with steel sheets, and the material is also quenched steel, the defense is quite amazing. But the weight is about the same as the heavy chain mail that is common to humans, and the sabers, spears and shields provided by the dwarves are all good things, the kind that money can't buy.
Compared to these objects, the dwarven technology moved Randy to tears.
In his basic science and technology, forging and mechanical engineering have directly risen to the fifth level, and in terms of people's livelihood, heavy ploughing and refined agricultural tools have made agricultural income rise again.
Blast furnaces and coke firing have increased the output of iron smelting and pottery workshops.
On the military side, the long-handled battle axe, heavy tower shield, sophisticated saber and super long spear are also officially unlocked, and when the barracks are upgraded to another level, you can recruit more types of troops.
The event of the dwarves' visit really made Randy happy for several days, and he couldn't wait to recruit five more teams of Viking soldiers with a team of 300 people, and then wait until the ballista workshop was completed, a total of fifteen ballistae were completed, and the total number had swelled to nearly 5,000 New Nijmegen Army, leaving all the town patrols and a crossbow militia, a team of Viking soldiers, and there were still nearly 4,000 troops dismantling the ballistas into parts and loading them on the wagons, and marching towards Bergen......
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But Randy didn't wait for his fantasy of the people to surrender in the end.
On the way to Bergen, the villagers encountered quite a few, but most of them avoided as far as they could, and most of them were frightened by Randy's greed.
Just a few days ago, Randy's army had swept through all of Northern Europe like locusts, and humanity hadn't forgotten to that extent.
Originally, the few local nobles who stopped in the road did not open the city and surrender after the large army approached the city, as Randy imagined, anyway, these guys thought that their castle was very strong.
They bastards, they call their own garbage heaps of dirt and planks castles?
Randy couldn't imagine that just like that, he could call a castle just like that, pile up the dirt and take the wooden planks around it, and then erect a few wooden arrow towers?!
However, despite such a rudimentary fortification, it was still a problem to attack, so Randy decisively ordered the engineers to remove the two ballistas from the transport wagon, spend nearly an hour assembling and calibrating, and then move them out with a rope wrapped in the back, and put them in the crossbow machine with barbs in front that seemed to have more spears than crossbow arrows, and then the winch creaked and wound.
"Ready!"
"Launch!"
The powerful crossbow bolt shot through a thin layer of plank, hitting a stupid guy with a very low IQ behind the plank, and the huge inertia carried the guy backwards for several meters, falling to the ground and being pinned to the ground by the spear.
Although he was shot through the lobes of his lungs, he didn't know whether he was lucky or unlucky, he still didn't die, he groaned in pain, and because a large hole had been inserted in one of his lungs, his voice leaked from the wind, and it sounded hoarse like the screams of evil spirits in hell.
The faces of the others next to him changed instantly......
This castle belonged to a viscount, and the viscount still had five knights, and hired nearly fifty mercenaries, as well as nearly two hundred conscripted peasant soldiers, adding up to nearly three hundred garrisons in this castle.
Lord Viscount was full of confidence, thinking that as long as he held out for three or five days, the enemy would retreat, after all, in this era, there is no deep hatred, why fight to the death? Big deal, talk to the guy out of town. Obey yourself softly, so that your family can get by, so forget it.
So all these ideas are unrealistic garbage and have no practical meaning at all.
Immediately after that, a huge crossbow arrow shot through the wooden fence, and this time no one was killed, but seeing the crossbow arrow buried in the ground at once, the tail of the crossbow arrow tied to the rope behind it trembled, and the faces of the people around him were even worse.
Finally, in the silence, someone thought that the unlucky ghost screamed ugly at the beginning, and went up and wiped his neck with a sword, ending his pain, and at least he was doing a good deed.
"Viscount...... I think we'd better surrender. The fat butler standing next to the viscount said with a shudder.
"My lord, you can't surrender, chivalry is to be brave and indomitable." The knight next to him glared at the butler deadly before saying.
Of course, Randy standing outside the city can't hear that.
Randy was delighted to see that his ballista was as powerful as he had imagined.
"Penetration is enough, but what about destructive power? A few more people went to pull the rope. ”
At Randy's orders, several Viking warriors immediately ran over and pulled the ropes attached to the crossbows with the engineers.
The people in the castle only saw the crossbow bolt move, and in an instant, the crossbow bolt was pulled out with a clod of earth and blood, plus a lobe of the lung.
Kara, Kara, Two Voices...... The barbs on the crossbow bolts are fixed directly to the wall of the plank, and with a single force, the wall is pulled straight to it.
"Very nice design!"
Randy chuckled and cheered as he looked at the Viking warriors in front of him.
Once......
Twice......
Three times......
After a few times, the enemy has learned to behave, and when they see the crossbow bolt flying to the ground or a person, they will quickly run over and cut the rope on it. However, despite this, the walls on the front of the castle have been almost torn down, and Randy can see the blue faces of the guys opposite him with a telescope.
"Ahh What a sumptuous lunch today! Kill them all! ”
"The earl has an order, the whole army charges, and the chickens and dogs are not left,"
Hundreds of patrol cavalry and tomahawk cavalry rushed out from the left and right flanks of the army like beans, outflanked and blockaded both sides of the castle, anticipating the pursuit of the enemy as they abandoned the city and fled.
Crossbow-wielding ranged soldiers were the first to run in the first row, and crossbow-wielding militiamen and Norse archers armed with only leather armor advanced very quickly, and it only took a few minutes to get into range.
After two rounds of arrow rain, the wooden fortress was already lit in many places, and the choking smoke and scorching flames once again lowered the morale of the garrison.
Thousands of Viking warriors roared up like madness, and in the roar of the Lord, they pounced on the crumbling fortress.
“…………”
At this moment, seeing the conscripted peasant soldiers, as well as the servants and serfs scurrying like headless flies, listening to the futile cries of his own knights, and the cries of his wife and daughter, and seeing the destruction of his family's centuries-old inheritance, the viscount only felt a cone of pain, and a surge of blood surged, as if the pride and courage of his youth had returned to him again.
"Charge !!!"
The Viscount roared with the last bit of strength in his body, drew his sword, and rushed towards the enemy who was thousands of times his size like crazy, and was then overwhelmed by the flood of Viking warriors......
And these things are not destined to be remembered.
A small nobleman in the Nordic countryside, the last cry after the death of his family.
It's romantic, but it's also silly.
That's right, very stupid, like a praying mantis with its teeth and claws in front of a chariot.
(End of chapter)