"Crunch, squeak~~~." The wooden wheels creaked against the ground of rocks and weeds, and the wheels of the wooden pieces were pressed into wheels, and the bulky ballistas were pushed by the soldiers towards the Danish camp, and they stopped when they came to a position three hundred yards away from the Danish camp, and the Danes did not notice this small team, and small battles of one or two hundred men were reported to the Danish king, and battles of dozens of men were generally settled by the chiefs themselves, However, it is obvious that the leader on duty today has no intention of dispatching at all, and it is really troublesome to send troops to fight as soon as he encounters a group of Masons in twos and threes.

"Stop, Pyne, what do you think of this distance?" Sir Ron asked Nine-Fingered Pyne, who had joined the expedition party with several craftsmen in charge of the operation, surrounded by soldiers in the center, with a precious crossbow in the middle, and its large crossbow aimed at the Viking camp.

"I don't know, it depends on which direction you need it to shoot." Nine-fingered Pine said to Sir Ron.

"Very well, then let's find a good target." Sir Ron licked his dry lips, this weapon is not usually used in wars between knights, but now it is against the infidels, and any means are allowed for the glory of the Lord, but this camp is covered with bushes, and only the shadow of the Viking knight can be seen faintly, if you fire a crossbow arrow, you may hit the Viking knight, but it may only be an insignificant ordinary soldier.

"Don't worry, sir, we've got this." Nine-fingered Pyne pulled out another iron bolt. The tip of the crossbow was wrapped in coarse linen, which seemed to be wrapped in something black, and the craftsmen replaced this crossbow arrow, and it turned out that there were two kinds of crossbow arrows, one was an ordinary iron crossbow arrow, and the other was a substance wrapped in the same liquid as the flamethrower, which could be fired into enemy buildings when lit with a torch.

"It's the Earl's secret weapon again." Ser Ron nodded, he knew that he couldn't ask anything from the craftsmen, who from the smelting base seemed to have a confidentiality agreement with Arrod, who used flint to set fire bolts on fire. At this point, the bolt burned and turned into a rocket. The crossbow was aimed at the Viking camps, especially their tents, which were fortunately found everywhere in the forest.

"Launch~~~." Sir Ron watched as the crossbow was aligned, and slowly drew his sword. Commanded in the direction of the Viking knight's tent.

"Hum~~~." The craftsmen grabbed the wooden handle of the crossbow and began to turn. The stiff leather strings of zuò gradually tightened. The craftsmen had to turn the handle to the point where it could no longer be turned, and the potential energy of the cowhide that had shrunk increased until the craftsmen could no longer turn the handle. Then they fixed the wooden handle, and then struck the device that held the wooden handle with a wooden hammer, and in an instant the potential energy accumulated by the cowhide rope was released, and the flaming fire bolt was ejected, and it landed on a Viking warrior's tent in an arc, and the tent was on fire, but this small fire did not cause a catastrophe.

"That's it, that's it?" Sir Ron was full of hope that this weapon would be as devastating as Arrod's other weapons, but the rocket only burned a corner of a tent, much to the disappointment of Sir Ron, who was full of anticipation.

"Firefighting, fire." When the Viking warriors' tent was on fire, the Viking warriors in the camp also found out, some Viking warriors began to pick up wooden barrels to draw water from the stream, and then ran to the burning tent, and poured the water in the wooden barrel hard, when the fire was extinguished, it was common sense, but what they didn't know was that when the water was poured on the fire, not only did it not extinguish the flame, but it seemed to pour oil on it, and the flames jumped higher.

"What's wrong?" King Banuk of Denmark ran out of his tent, looked in the direction of the chaotic camp, grabbed a Viking warrior who had hurried past him, and asked loudly.

"It's on fire." The Viking warrior, who had been captured by the Danish king Banuk, stammered to him.

"We've been attacked? Or was it an accident? If it's an accident, just douse it with water, what the hell are you panicking about? Looking at the panicked appearance of his subordinates, the Danish king Banuk scolded angrily.

"But Your Majesty, we doused it with water, but the fire was so strange that instead of extinguishing it, it grew bigger and bigger, like the karmic fire of the underground world." The Viking warrior broke free from the Danish king Banuk, and ran away without looking back, leaving the Danish king Banuk, who had not yet digested the meaning of the sentence, and when he reacted, he found that the fire had begun to spread to half of the camp.

"Quick, put out the fire." Danish King Banuk couldn't help but be moved, he immediately shouted loudly, commanding the Danes to fight the fire, but just when the Danes were trying to control the fire, there was a force of more than 30 people composed of Masons from outside the camp and suddenly rushed in, killing and injuring many Danes who were caught off guard, the sound of firefighting and the sound of weapons fighting were mixed, making the camp of Danish King Banuk chaotic, if the Masons could attack at this time, they would definitely defeat the Danes, However, the Duke of Abel was afraid that this was a trick of the Danish king Banuk, so he just waited and watched.

"Damn the Masons." When the fire was finally brought down, the Danish king Banuk's face was smoky, his proudest braid and the end of his beard were burnt yellow, and the attacking Masons also took the opportunity to retreat, but they achieved twice the enemy's record, when Sir Ron returned to the Mason camp with the soldiers of the German mercenary regiment, the Mason camp resounded with the cheers of victory, and the crowd surged between the fences, everyone wanted to see the heroes who bravely attacked the Viking camp with more than thirty soldiers, Sir Ron's name also spread among Mason's soldiers, and he was known as "The Brave" Sir Ron. The nobles also sent invitations to Sir Ron, hoping that he could join him in the nobles' dinner, and it can be said that this small battle brought Sir Ron high prestige, but it is not clear that Sir Ron was able to take advantage of the chaos of the Viking knights to attack, completely because of Arrod's new weapons.

"It works well." Arold stood on a high place and watched the battle with a single-hole telescope in his hand, and as the flames raged in the Viking camp, the Viking warriors could be seen scurrying around in panic like wild beasts, and the flames that could not be extinguished by the water completely overtook their minds, and the Danish king Banuk sought his own sacrifice in fear and superstition, hoping to extinguish the flames with the extraordinary power of the sacrifice. But the pagan sacrifices jumped and jumped before the flames. But he couldn't stop the flames from raging, and in a fit of rage, Banuk kicked the sacrifice into the fire.

"What the hell is going on, isn't there anyone suing me?" The angry Danish king Banuk sat on the grass exhausted, his face covered with smoke and puzzlement. The Viking warrior leaders around him all looked at each other. They are brave and fearless warriors. The strange scene in front of them should not have been explained by them, and even the sacrifices, which were believed to be able to communicate with the gods, were helpless and died in the fire.

"Your Majesty, I think it's Greek fire." Right now. The Anglo-Saxon monk, who stood aside with the Danish king's kettle in his hand, was used as a servant.

"Oh, do you know what's going on?" The eyes of the Danish king Banuk lit up, and he hurriedly motioned for the monk to continue.

"Yes, when I was a friar, I saw a fragment of a book from the Eastern Roman Empire that came into circulation in Guò, and it was a rare treasure in the royal library of the King of Wales, with its beautiful cover and beautiful Latin writing." The monk recalled, which made him somewhat nostalgic for a quiet and meaningful writing career, with a rustling sound as the goose feather tube touched the parchment, and the eyes and hands seemed to merge to record knowledge in Latin.

"Tell us what the hell it is, don't talk about any books, the kind of things that can't be eaten or used, I don't burn them." A Viking warrior leader said impatiently.

"No, you're not right, I used to wipe my ass with torn pages, and it feels good, you should try it too." Another Viking leader laughed.

"Haha, huh? If I had known, I wouldn't have burned it. The two said with a grin, but when they saw the sunken face of the Danish king Banuk, they quickly stopped laughing and bowed their heads and said nothing.

"Yes ladies and gentlemen, it is a thing called Greek fire, which is said to be the secret weapon of the royal family of the Eastern Roman Empire, and there have been rumors about this weapon in all countries of the Europa continent, but this is the first time I have seen it with my own eyes."

"Greek fire?" Danish King Banuk's brows were twisted, he remembered the naval battle on the sea, the flame that burned the sea to the boil, he still can't figure it out, and now this scene has appeared again, could it be that the Eastern Roman Empire is also behind it? But why did they extend their tentacles to this remote area, Banuk was by no means unaware of the existence of Byzantium, on the contrary, some of the Viking warriors had gone there in business, and they brought back many precious items and stories, tall and thick walls, and a strong emperor with an army under his command, which was by no means a strong enemy that the Vikings could resist, so the Viking warriors went to Byzantium in this era as regular merchants.

"It doesn't matter who he is, if he wants to attack us, he has to taste the tomahawk." The other Vikings didn't know this, and they said with a big grin, and Banuk didn't want to be swayed at this time, so they disbanded the makeshift council, leaving only Krazer and the monks.

"Kreze, you have traveled all over the southern kingdom as a mercenary, tell me what kind of man the king of East Francia is, and what do people say about him?" The Danish king Banuk was now facing more than just a Duchy of Mason, he was now facing a king of East Francia and perhaps the mighty Byzantine Empire, which made him feel a great deal of pressure, which could not be defeated by courage, and the unpredictable Count of Mecklenburg made him feel a faint feeling of bad feelings.

"People called him Henry the Bird Catcher because he was catching canaries when he became Duke of Saxony." Kreeser thought for a moment and replied to Banuk.

"Canary?" Banuk said in surprise that as a king, he also hunted, but he preferred to hunt bears or wolves rather than weak canaries, so he had a look of disdain on his face.

"Your Majesty, have you ever seen how to catch a canary?" At this time, the Anglo-Saxon friars, seeing the disdain of the Danish king Banuk, asked him.

"Well, no, we Vikings don't like this kind of delicate bird, and even more so there is no one here, only birds of prey can survive in the cold Vikan Peninsula." King Banuk of Denmark shook his head, and now that he had completely changed his opinion of the learned monk, he decided to listen more to the Catholic monk's teachings.

"First of all, we must find out where the canary frequents and what food it likes, then set a clever trap with straw, and then wait patiently until the canary steps into the trap, which is a very long and patient process." The monk said this to the Danish king Banuk, who was also a very wise ruler, and he immediately understood what the monk was saying.

"You mean, he's a very patient and cunning hunter."

"That's right, when His Majesty Henry first became a duke, he seized on the weakness of King Conrad and united with other dukes to defeat the Franconians, and used the way to curry favor with other dukes to make them elect themselves kings, and according to the news of recent years, the power of those dukes who once elected Henry is being squeezed, but the dukes dare not act, like a group of canaries locked in a canary cage." The monk continued.

"So, this time we are facing a very dangerous situation, Odin is above, the gods are above, is my throne over?" King Banuk of Denmark sighed, and overnight the lambs of the past had become more ferocious than the wolves, and now they were finally about to rise up and attack him, but he had already felt the ravages of the years, his arms were no longer as powerful as they had been in the past, and the Viking warrior leaders under his command were not so tame.

"Don't be discouraged, if you are willing to listen to my advice, I will definitely let you turn the corner." But a smile appeared on the monk's lips, crisis was often the beginning of a turning point, maybe he hadn't heard it, but the ambitious monk knew that the opportunity had come. (To be continued......)