In the face of Egil's persuasion. There was no response at all from the Inner Fort. Of course, it wasn't quite right to say that there was no response—just as Egil sensed something was wrong and was about to ride his horse a little closer—a long arrow shot at his head with a "whoosh".

However, at the same time that Egil was stunned, the guard knights beside him had already made a move, and the vulture shields of the two guard knights on his left and right were together and blocked in front of him. Then the long arrow "dang" and stopped on the vulture shield. The tail of the arrow was still flickering and trembling.

At the same time, Egil also heard a system beep. When I opened the interface, I saw that I had an extra retinue, the shield guard: the existence of blocking arrows for you on the battlefield. Personal safety +2, morale -1.

Immediately afterward, Egil sighed a little about the other party's unyielding loyalty. Then with a wave of his hand, the Norse archer, who had been waiting impatiently, immediately let go of his hand. Then a rain of fire fell from the sky......

After that, there is no after. Screams, and the strange smell of meat - even though it's a smell, I don't know why it makes people want to vomit so much.

Because it's my own kind, I feel disgusting.

What a strange idea.

Or is it because you are afraid that you will be treated the same way when you die?

When he died, he had nothing. So, it's a very strange idea.

- Oh, I almost forgot. Here is the sad Middle Ages. There is no such thing as atheism. And Egil himself was a "devout" Catholic.

"Hehe, hehehehahaha...... The whole army rested here for three days!, and then marched to Hadrian!" Egir ordered, laughing inexplicably.

Night. For the Vikings, the so-called recuperation is actually about the same thing as revelry. Because the inner fort, which was the most well-equipped, was burned to ashes by Egil. So now Egil still lives in the barracks, on a hard bed with the other soldiers. Add a little fur mattress at most.

At this moment, although it is already the second half of the night. But the revelry of the Viking warriors did not stop. However, Egil went back to the barracks early to rest under the pretext that he was not strong enough to drink.

Egir was calculating: this expedition to England would begin in July. It's almost September now. Although he said that he slaughtered several cities, burned several villages, and destroyed thousands of enemy troops...... But progress is still not enough. England's strength is still there, and it hasn't hurt at all.

In other words, keep working yourself.

"Keep trying to do something, kill people?"

"I'm not happy with the way you show up, and the damn way you always peek into my heart. But in a sense, it is. Egil said, "Pretty much. Expand and kill. Although it cannot be directly equated. But it's probably okay -- the wavy lines are really cute, don't you think so?"

“......”

"Well, a little bit of a stretch. Egil thought about it for a moment, and then said, "Although, in this era, the idea of the modern state has not yet been formed. Patriotism is even more of a non-existent thing...... But it seems that it is not easy to swallow a territory that does not belong to you at all......"

"Did you just find out?"

"And, although it is true that my professional troop combat ability is very good. But the number is a little too small. And if you want to make a living, you need to have a lot of financial strength......"

"Did you just find out?" the system elf said with a look of disdain.

"Immigration, plus military cantonment. How?" asked Egil.

"Do you have that many people?" the system genie asked rhetorically.

"Assimilation?" said Egil with another idea.

"Is your culture very strong?" the system elf then asked rhetorically.

“...... Can we only build an empire with four different differences, like Ottoman Turkey?" Egir suddenly became very frustrated: "All cultures were embraced, and in the end even his original appearance disappeared. What's the use of a country like that, no matter how strong it is?" said Egil at the end of the day, with a solution that was not the way out. That is, the virtue of Ottoman Turkey in history - although the later Sultan Bunker claimed to be the co-ruler of Islam and Christianity - but it was a real pain, and it was not an ordinary egg pain.

"So, culture, culture, culture -- when you don't have to force people with an axe, and they want to be a Norwegian, or rather, a Viking, you're going to get out of the way. The system elf said.

“...... Could there be a day?" asked Egil.

"So try to be as violent as possible before that. Speaking of which, the system elf has reverted to his original surname.

"At the end of the day, we still have to use violence. Egil rolled his eyes. I'm a little tired of this kind of life. Killing people every day...... Even if it's idle. We also have to think about how to kill people, how to kill more people, and how to kill people faster. Otherwise, they will be killed.

Of course, it's all a joke, but in fact Egil is a neurotic pervert. Killing or not killing is completely out of his consideration.

So...... It's getting late, go to bed. It's not a big deal anyway. I'll think about it when I have time in the future. If you really can't think of it, you will leave it to your descendants to have a headache. At least Egil is confident. While he is alive, the country he founded will only grow stronger - at least until he dies.

However, maybe when he dies, the empire will fall apart immediately. Just like Alexander.

But whatever, he was dead by then.

And just like that, Egil fell asleep......

The next day, the people of England were surprised to find themselves surrounded.

That's right, surrounded. There was no suspense about being surrounded.

"When the hell did the enemy go around behind us, ahh!!!h

This was followed by a chicken-fly-dog jump. Then, after seeing Egil's bad intentions to bring a large number of Newcastle booty, it was still chickens and dogs. At this moment, look at the blood-stained flags and robes, all embroidered with the coat of arms of the Earl of Newcastle. It certainly won't be able to be forged anytime soon - and certainly not likely that anyone will have the time to forge it.

Other words.

"Newcastle has fallen?!Our back has been interrupted?!It's over, ahh!!!hh

“...... Idiots, let them be a little quieter. Seeing the ruckus in Hadrian's City, Egil rolled his eyes and continued.

After that, 1,800 crossbowmen under Egil's command quickly stepped forward, and there was a rain of arrows...... It made Hadrian's walls even more flustered.

If it were a normal situation, the English longbowmen on the city walls would have reacted a long time ago. Although slightly less numerically than Egil's Nordic archers and crossbowmen, the English longbowmen, who are much stronger in quality than Egil's long-range projection troops, will definitely give Egil a taste of what it means to be lustful.

But now, no one has thought of this at all.

"Quiet, don't mess around, don't mess around, bastard!!" shouted the commander of the English side. It's just that the nobles and knights who served as junior officers were almost killed and wounded in the previous charge. So the English people today are woefully inadequate. While the remaining knights, nobles and commanders shouted hoarsely, trying to control the situation. However, with little success......

And this effort was finally crushed by the attack of the Dwarves and Scots on the opposite side. After two rounds of stone projectiles, the combined forces of the dwarves and the Scots scrambled to take the lead, with the same crazy speed as rushing to reincarnation, just as a person who was dying of thirst faced a bottle of Wahaha mineral water, and a person who was dying of hunger faced a meat bun. The one who threw off his armor rushed forward.

- Of course, this refers specifically to the Scottish.

Last night, Egil not only discussed cultural centripetal forces with a certain system elf, but also made a detour to the coalition barracks by the way.

After hearing that the Norwegians had taken Newcastle with ease, the dwarves were fine - they weren't here to grab the chassis in the first place. The Scots, however, could not sit still.

Originally, according to the covenant between Egil and Kenneth. Northumberland and Cumbria, the two territories adjacent to Socrates, were to be given to Scotland - and the Norwegians went all the way south, and the Scots thought they were fighting for the territory assigned to them in the treaty. Who knows the final result, but it was Egir who instantly killed the horse pistol, and when the Scots and dwarves were fighting to the death in front of Hadrian, he easily and skillfully captured the most important Newcastle castle in the Northumberland region.

This, this, this...... According to the small surname of the Scots, whoever beats down belongs to whomever belongs to him, and this habitual surname thinking -- then this Newcastle castle should be handed over to the Norwegians?

I wiped my tears. What's even more terrifying is that after taking Newcastle and cutting off the back road of Hadrian's Wall, the Norwegians want to capture Hadrian's City, which must not be a dream - after all, one side is facing the enemy, and the other side is facing their own people - the design is definitely different. Attacking from south to north and attacking from north to south are two completely different concepts, the former is called cutting butter, and the latter is called hitting the wall.

If the Norwegians control Hadrian's Wall again. The consequences are simply ...... When Wallace thought of this, he was extremely afraid. It's not nice to say. Although the relationship between the Scots and the dwarves has been good these two days. But if there is any conflict between the Scots and the Norwegians - the dwarves are properly not to help themselves.

Wallace let out a long sigh, and then agreed to the request for "coordinated attack" mentioned by Nameless, but he was ruthless in his heart: even if he meows a cat and bites it with his mouth, labor and management will dare to take Hadrian's Wall before the Norwegians......

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