Only this time all the soldiers in Pullen had to wear the uniforms of the English, and the non-commissioned officers above the centurion level were responsible for playing the role of nobles. And this time, the goal of King Pullen was no longer to contain these hundreds of thousands of displaced people, but to give them food and proclaim the merciful name of the great William II on behalf of the English.

Gather an incredibly large number of homeless people, give them a day's rations, and tell them to go to London if they want more food, go to London if they want a warm home, and if they want a human Avalon (ideal country) where they can live in peace, go to London to find their King Wilhelm II!

In this way, even if there were only a few thousand people on average every day, as the word spread ten, ten to hundred, and hundreds to thousands, just as the city of Pullen welcomed the second group of Pullon's people, it was soon possible to gather an army of hungry outcasts with more than 100,000 people in number in front of the gates of London.

Imagine what it would be like to besiege the city of London with a horde of hundreds of thousands of would-be thugs. The royal city of Pullen only needed to cost some food and sacrifice a little bit of self-spirit, but the fall of London, the nerve center of the whole of England, was a godsend.

"Go ahead! Look for it! Pray! Our place of wonder and salvation is in London. His Majesty Wilhelm II, who was kind and broad-minded, would have accepted us! For England! For the king! Let's head to London! ”

In just one week, the word spread to almost the entire southern part of England.

Not only that, King Pullen sent nearly a hundred small troops to Scotland, Wales, northern England, and Ireland. Anyway, everywhere there would be King Prun's troops, and they would be uniformly dressed in English costumes, doing the same thing, which was to feed the hungry people and guide them to London and the whole of England.

In November of the first year of the 2nd year of the royal city of Pulun, in December 1187 AD.

The plan planned by the King of Pullen himself, and named "Strategic Fortress Avalon", was successfully implemented.

Eight waves of displaced people have gathered in the vicinity of the city of London, more than two-thirds of which are huge groups of displaced people in the tens of thousands. If all these waves of exiles really gathered under the gates of London...... Then that is the end of England's national fortunes.

Consider that nearly 100,000 or even close to 200,000 hungry people are outside the city, and the number of residents and soldiers inside the city combined is less than half the number of displaced people outside the city. With such a terrible number of oppressions, no one can guarantee what those outside the city will do under the threat of starvation and death if they are not satisfied for a long time.

However, fortunately, the English found out about the situation in time because of Barona's reminder.

However, in the face of King Pullen's plan, which had already been completed, the English had no choice but to violently destroy the carefully planned chess game of King Pullen.

Numerous English cavalry and armies attacked from all sides, aiming their swords at the unarmed outcasts, and the knights of steel trampling their horse's hooves on the defenseless populace.

Kill the light, dispel!

Shock the rebels with blood and fire and expel them from the lands of London and England!

And during this time, Wilhelm II was in the palace in London almost every day with a sad face. Because he knew that this time, no matter what happened in the future, he would be the only king in the annals of history, and the first to order the mass murder of his subjects.

And what is even more intolerable is that after this incident, his previous achievements have almost been erased, and it is likely to leave an indelible tyrant in the hearts of the people......

"Whoa!! King of Pullen!! I swear that you will live better than die in your lifetime!! ”

Wilhelm II roared in the empty palace.

……………………………………

The royal city of Puren, the Palace of the Rose of Glory.

"Wang, the report of the sunspots on the front line."

Today, it is rare for Yania to come to King Pullun with a light and pleasant step without wearing armor, but in a clean white dress.

"Our plan was seen through, and the English broke our chess game with violence."

"Oh?" King Pullen showed a rare expression of surprise, he was still quite surprised that this Honkai plan that he had been carefully planning for three months had been seen through.

King Pullen took the information and took a closer look, and immediately showed a wry smile on his face, with a helpless expression.

"I didn't expect that Wilhelm II to have such determination and means, and to act so decisively, it was really beyond my expectations." King Pullen touched his smooth chin and glanced at Yania with interest.

"Oh? Yania, you look in a good mood today. ”

"Hmph." Yania didn't answer, but looked at King Pullen with a bright, gentle smile on her face. She shook her dress lightly and spun around in front of the king.

A pure white dress, a holy and inviolable goddess. Together, the two are an angelic and holy and beautiful picture.

On the contrary, Char was dressed in pitch black today, and her long hair, which had fallen down to the back, was casually tied up and draped over her shoulders.

Char sat on the ornate throne, one leg cocked, one hand propped up on his head, and his eagle-sharp eyes scanned the white paper in front of him.

At this time, Yania sat gently on the armrest of the throne, and her body was intimately attached to King Pullen.

The hanging silver hair and the black hair are entangled, and they can already smell a fragrance clearly from each other.

“………… Lost? Because the plan failed. Seeing King Pullen staring at the blank paper in his hand without saying a word, Yania asked with concern.

"Hmph, it's a little unwilling. I was going to take this opportunity to stab England in the waist, but I didn't expect that there were still strategists in the other party's camp who were no less intelligent than me. At this point, King Pullen groaned slightly.

"It's a bit of a loss, but it's nice to meet an opponent of equal weight. And since the other party can find out this step, it means that England's luck has not yet come to an end...... Is it? ”

King Pullen raised his head slightly, and with a cold and arrogant face, he snorted softly.

――Bang la la la~!

With a flick of his hand, thick love newspapers suddenly flew all over the sky, and the whole room was full of falling papers.

"Yania ......"

"Yes."

"The first phase of the plan failed, so let's plan for the next step. Now that we've achieved our goal of leaving England with no troops left to send troops to the royal city of Pullen, we only need to face the expeditionary forces from France and the Holy Roman Empire. And the outcome of this battle has been decided from this moment on! ”

"The time has come, and the fortune is with Pullen!"

Under the throne, the five hundred Glory Rose Knights who were already ready to go, as well as the supreme commanders of various departments in the royal city of Puron, had gathered together.

"King Puren!! Glory Rose!! ”

"King Puren!! Glory Rose!! ”

"King Puren!! Glory Rose!! ”