In recent times, the land of England can be said to have been plagued to the extreme. Especially the city of London as the capital. Once, the Celts stormed the city of London and destroyed Alfred, the powerful king of England and the British Isles. Later, Edward, the Black Prince, once again attacked the Celtic-controlled city of London and proclaimed himself King of England.

After that, it's this time. The Vikings and Celts were confident and ready to storm the city of London in one fell swoop. Moreover, although it is said that the main force of the dwarven army went to the north of York City to garrison Scotland. But there was still a group of dwarven soldiers in Egil's army - of course, this was a valuable resource, and Egil would not be stupid enough to charge into battle. Rather, they were used to make siege machinery.

Egil even found out. In a way, the siege machinery produced by the dwarves is even better than the siege machinery produced by the system. If the siege machinery produced by the system is like a product that has just left the factory for mass production on the assembly line, then the dwarf product is like a modified product that has been manually adjusted by professionals. Compared with the two, the latter is naturally a little more capable.

"So, can I recruit dwarves from the system as well?" asked Egil.

"It doesn't look like that's going to work at the moment. The system genie replied, "At least, not until this war is over." ”

Is it possible to recruit after the war? Egil is very strange about that. But that's not the point. Now the focus is on taking down London, a city that has been in tatters.

In this way, the bride and groom who were still wearing wedding dresses came to the front line in person, holding sharp blades and shouting wildly. The whole siege showed a strange joy and high morale.

Unlike the cheers and laughter under the city, on the tattered city tower, the Black Duke Edward IV has already begun to regret it. He really couldn't imagine that after such a long war, Norway could pull out such a huge army, and even miraculously formed an alliance with the Celts, instantly stabilizing the situation in the British Isles.

Although, the bridegroom is in armor and holds a sharp sword, the bride is in armor and holds a sharp sword, and the priest who officiates at the wedding is in armor and holds a sharp sword (?). Albeit slightly discordant. But the morale of the coalition forces is high. In comparison, the army of the Black Duke is very desperate.

That's right, unusual despair.

As I said before, after the British continent was sacked by N+1, there was nothing left. Logistics was entirely dependent on the Norwegian Navy to transport them from France across the English Channel. But now, the two sides are enemies. Naturally, Egil would not do such a brain-dead thing again. In this way, the logistical supply of Edward's French army was interrupted.

Speaking of which, although Edward IV was a little anxious, he was not the kind of desperate ruler, and in fact, in the first two months, he demanded much more supplies than normal in terms of logistical supply and transportation. In addition to the normal consumption, it is enough for his army to use for half a year.

But miscalculated.

The first few batches of supplies were fine. But the last few batches of materials all had problems. Poisonous.

That's right, poisoned. Although it was only a small dose of the toxin, and after eating it, it was fine to pull your stomach - but it felt like I was eating a little less than pulling it out. The more you eat, the faster you die......

"It's been calculated. It was only then that Edward IV realized that it was not only he who wanted to part ways with the Norwegians after this, but the Norwegians were also interested in the land of England which he now controlled, and of course, there was only one London city left.

There is no food and grass inside, and there are no reinforcements outside. Such a city cannot be defended no matter what. Therefore, the black duke made a quick decision to go out of the city when his morale had not been greatly affected, and chose to fight in the wild. Although it is said that the number of the other party is twice as large as his own. But the black duke, who called himself a famous general, was not a man who liked to be modest - just like that, 10,000 French, pseudo-English troops, vs 21,000 Norwegian, Celtic coalition troops.

However, from the very beginning, the war exceeded the expectations of the Black Duke Edward - the other side, that is, the coalition army, as always, used the most classic tactics of the Middle Ages, a total of 1,000 elite hoplites charged. Only in addition to this, the infantry groups in the rear also charged at the same time, and the coalition forces had no more longbowmen than the pseudo-English army. Ranged attacks don't hurt at all. At the same time, the Norwegian knights who rushed to the front row were wearing heavy armor, even with men and horses, and it was difficult to shoot through even with longbows.

In this way, a total of 1,000 heavily armored cavalry overwhelmed the front of Edward's army in an instant. After a charge, he pulled out his tomahawk and slashed at it. Edward IV saw that the situation was not good. The decision to retreat was immediately made - but at this time, the remaining 500 heavy cavalry of Egil's command was rounded to the flank - and then charged fiercely.

The puppet English army collapsed. Eventually, Edward, the Black Duke, fled back to the city of London, completely ignoring the wails of his own army behind him. The city was littered with arrows, and then the cable of the gate was cut, and the huge iron gate was crushed, and many French soldiers were crushed in two.

There was a wail in the city of London, seeing that his robe had died at the hands of his own people, and the French soldiers who had fled back to the city earlier were concerned. The longbowmen kept their eyes closed when they were put in prison again. I don't want to look at it again at all. However, the intermittent howls of the dying were tormenting their eardrums all the time.

Extreme suffering, extreme helplessness, and, despair.

After this, the whole city of London was enveloped in an ominous atmosphere. No more than 2,000 French soldiers fled from the battlefield. The Celtic-Viking coalition, which had been killed or wounded on the battlefield, numbered no more than 100 men. The coalition still has more than 20,000 troops. In this way, the ratio of the strength of the besieging side to the defending side reaches a tragic figure of ten to one.

The opponent has all the armor, the morale is high, and at the same time, it also has excellent siege machinery. If you calculate it this way, isn't it completely out of chance?

Shrouded in defeat, the French soldiers sneaked out of the city in the dark of night and deserted.

In this way, Egil was slowed down for a week before the general attack. The last bit of normal food was also eaten. The city of London was in mourning, and there was little strength left to resist.

The wounds inflicted on the City of London during the previous sieges have not yet been fully repaired. Egil has a lot to do. Attacking directly at the place where Artoria commanded the breach of the city, the army dug up the earth on the nearby hill and packed it in sacks. The improved Tomahawk cavalry rushed to the gap with their sandbags and shields, and ran back when they put the sandbags down. After a few times, the slope was built again. After that, a large number of Norwegian and Celtic warriors rushed forward, and the city of London was lost.

When the war raged, Edward IV was captured alive in a gesture of extreme dishonor - he disguised himself as a woman and prepared to flee, but unexpectedly, he happened to meet his former knight of the guard, had one of his arms cut off, and then became a prisoner. His knight of the guard could never have imagined that his lord would appear in front of him in such an indishonorable manner. After howling "Duke!" miserably, he hung up because of his injuries.

Thus, Edward IV became a prisoner.

Egil had a rare look at the Western Ocean for a while. Edward IV was escorted to him in women's clothes, with his face still painted. So, Egil couldn't hold back for a moment, and laughed out loud. Immediately after, the other knights of the Guards, the Viking captains, and the leaders of the Celtic tribes who were sitting in the big tent of the Chinese army also laughed.

Edward IV's face turned red, and he just wished he was dead now, so as not to be so embarrassed.

"Okay, everyone, save some face for Duke Edward. Egil easily stopped laughing and said to the people around him. After that, the other generals also stopped laughing a little. At this moment, however, Egir could not hold back, or rather deliberately, and laughed.

The generals in the barracks, whether they were sincere or fake, almost laughed one by one.

Edward felt like he should have fainted at this moment - and if he hadn't, he didn't know how to deal with it. So, I can only faint.

So, Edward didn't know if it was real or pretended, and with a roll of his eyes, Kutong fell to the ground with a thud.

Of course, compared to Egil, Artoria and his wife are such unscrupulous guys, Edward is still a little too tender.

"Cold water?" Artoria whispered into Egil's ear.

"No, no, no, hot water. "Egil has come through the same time, so it is still clear that there is such a thing as evaporation and sublimation and endothermy. Taking a hot shower will take away more heat than cold water. And it will also add scalding, ulceration and other effects, which is much more innovative than cold water.

Thereupon.

"Come on, it's too cold, pour some hot water on His Royal Highness the Duke to warm up. ”

After that, a basin of 100 degrees Celsius of water that had just been grilled was splashed on Edward's body. Edward IV, who was pretending to be dizzy, jumped up all at once - but with his hands tied behind his back. So the body lost its balance and fell to the ground again. After that, it screamed like a pig.

Egil was very leisurely, one step, two steps, a little bit closer to Edward, and then kicked him hard. Makes Edward IV's screams a little louder.

"If you make any more noise, I'll hang you in the city of London. ”

However, with such a chilling sentence from Egil. Edward IV immediately lost his voice, biting his lip, looking at Egir in great panic, terrified, and angry......

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