In the end, Egil did not wait for his fantasy of the submission of the people—on the way to Bergen, the villagers did encounter a lot, but they were all far away, and they hid as far as they could. Most people were frightened by his greed. Just a few days ago, his army had swept through the whole of Northern Norway like a sieve. Humanity has not yet been forgetful to that extent.

Originally, several local nobles who stopped on the road did not open the city and surrender after the large army approached the city, as Egil imagined. Anyway, these guys think they own their castle - they bastards, they call their own garbage heaps of dirt and planks castles?!

Egil couldn't have imagined that such a thing could be called a castle just like that, with a pile of wooden planks and a few wooden arrows?!

Your sister's cheating daddy!

However, despite such rudimentary fortifications, it was still a problem to attack. So Egil decisively ordered the engineers to move the two ballistae from the transport wagon, and it took nearly an hour to assemble and calibrate them, and then they were brought out with ropes wrapped in ropes, and in front of them came crossbow arrows with barbs that seemed to have more spears than crossbow arrows, and then the winch creaked and turned. Ready, launch!

After that, I. Shot decisively, with a lot of impact, through a thin membrane - I mean the plank, and then shot a stupid guy with a very low RP behind the plank - the huge habitual took the guy backwards for several meters, and at the same time fell to the ground, and was pinned to the ground by a spear - I mean a crossbow bolt.

Although he was shot through the lobe of the lung, this guy still did not die because he didn't know whether he was lucky or unlucky. Moaning in pain. And because a large hole was inserted in one of the lungs, the sound leaked with wind, and it sounded hoarse like the screams of evil spirits in hell.

After that, the faces of the other people next to him changed directly.

The castle - let's call it a castle - belonged to a viscount. The Viscount still had five knights, nearly fifty mercenaries, and nearly two hundred conscripted peasants of his own. In total, the garrison of this castle also has nearly three hundred people. The Viscount was full of confidence, believing 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, so why fight to the death? Obey yourself softly, so that your family can get by, so forget it.

So, these ideas are complete rubbish and useless.

Then another giant crossbow bolt pierced the wooden fence, and this time no one was killed. But seeing that the crossbow bolt was buried under the ground at once, the tail of the crossbow bolt tied to the rope behind it was still trembling. The faces of the people around him were even worse. Finally, in the silence, someone thought that the unlucky ghost at the beginning screamed ugly, and went up and wiped his neck with a sword, ending his pain, and it could be regarded as doing a good deed.

"Viscount...... I see, we, let's surrender......" said the fat butler standing next to the viscount, shuddering.

"Sir, you can't surrender—chivalry is all about courage and perseverance!" said the knight next to him, glaring at the butler desperately.

Of course, such words could not be heard by Egil, who was standing outside the city. And seeing that his ballista was as powerful as he had imagined, Egil was very happy.

"The penetrating power is enough, but what about the destructive power...... Hurry up and get a few people to pull the rope. Egil ordered. Immediately after that, several fresh-looking Viking warriors ran over and pulled the ropes attached to the crossbows with the engineers. Then the people in the "castle" saw that the crossbow bolt moved at once, and the pull of a dozen people was not small, and in an instant the crossbow bolt was pulled out with some clods of earth and blood and a lobe of the lung, and then Kara, Kara, two sounds, and the barb on the head of the crossbow bolt was directly fixed to the wooden wall. Then push harder. The plank wall was pulled straight in.

"It's a nice design. Egil chuckled. And the Viking warriors, who saw this, also let out bursts of cheers - and just like that, once, twice, after a few times, the enemy also learned to behave. When they see the bolts fly and stick to the ground - or a person, they will quickly run over and cut the rope on it. Despite this, however, the walls on the front of the "castle" have been almost demolished. Egil could see the blue faces of the guys on the other side with the binoculars.

Immediately afterwards, Egil waved his hand, as if to say, "Ah, today's lunch is really rich." He ordered, "Charge, kill them all." ”

Immediately afterwards, the surrounding knights of the guard processed their own earl's order with art, and then shouted in a loud voice: "The whole army charges, and the chickens and dogs are not left!"

Immediately after that, the patrol cavalry, the tomahawk cavalry, rushed out from both sides of the army like beans, and directly circled, controlling both sides of the castle, preparing to attack when the enemy abandoned the city and fled.

After that, the ranged classes armed with bows and crossbows bore the brunt of the attack, running in the first row. The crossbow-wielding militia and the Norse archers armed with only leather armor advanced very quickly, and in just a few minutes, they were already in range, and after two rounds of arrow rain, the wooden fortress was already on fire in many places, and the choking smoke and scorching flames once again lowered the morale of the garrison.

Thousands of Viking warriors roared upwards and rushed into the crumbling fortress with a furious roar of "Yahweh!!"

"......" At this moment, the conscripted peasant soldiers, as well as the servants and serfs who were scurrying like headless flies, listened to the futile cries of their own knights, and the cries of their wives and daughters, and saw that the foundation of their own family that had been inherited for hundreds of years was destroyed in one fell swoop. The Viscount felt nothing but a pain in his heart—followed by a surge of blood, as if the pride and courage of his youth had once again returned to him.

"Charge !!!" Viscount used the last bit of strength in his body, roared like this, and then drew his saber, as if mad, and rushed towards the enemy who was thousands of times more than himself. Immediately afterward, it was overwhelmed by a flood of Viking warriors......

Of course, these things are not destined to be remembered, the last cry of a small nobleman in the Nordic countryside after the destruction of his family. It's romantic, but it's also silly. That's right, very stupid. It's like a clawless praying mantis in front of a chariot.

I'll run over it.

That night, in the tent of the barracks, Egil recalled the events of the day, and then said this to himself.

Of course, there are people who can hear this sentence except himself.

Let's just be human.

"So, what do you want to do? kill all the nobles of this land?" asked the system elf.

"Are they related to you?" said Egil, his eyes closed and his head resting on his arms.

"Do you know how many nobles there were in various countries in the Middle Ages, except for the king?" asked the system elf.

"It's about the same number of fleas they have. Egil continued to complain.

“...... Do you know how powerful that group of nobles is together? If they want to, the King of France or something can play with the eggs. ”

"But at the same time England had already completed centralization. Edward III claimed that all the castles in England were his own...... This is also the reason why Britain always wins in wars between Britain and France. If it weren't for Joan of Arc or something, France would probably be finished. ”

Edward III only declared that it was just a matter of preventing the nobles from having breakfast - and then they would have to spend a lot of money to buy it from the nobles. The system elf said.

"So what?"

"No, you become an enemy of the Norwegian nobility and then they join forces to destroy it - or you pay a few decades of life to exchange bonds with me, and then unify the world or something. ”

"What about the knightly class. ”

"So the knight class also belongs to the nobility, bastard!"

"No, in my opinion, knights and yeoman farmers are about the same thing. ”

"Huh?"

"After being canonized, the lord was called up for military service, and he had to prepare his own weapons, food, and horses. Such a system exists in every country in the world. The knightly system in the West, the military household system in the East, the Spasi system in the Ottomans, the Chadamin system in the Mughals, and the warrior system in the Ben...... These countries around the world have adopted such military systems to a greater or lesser extent. Do you think this is a coincidence?"

"What the hell are you going to say?" asked the System Elf.

"I mean, nobles with too much power can't be trusted. Self-sufficient, with a certain social status - this is a reliable armed force. They own land, property, and social status - things that are enough for the average person to fight for them. They may not know what 'defending the country' is, but they certainly know what it means to 'defend the family'. Egil said.

“...... It sounds reasonable, but regardless of the rest, the military household system of the Celestial Empire seems to have ended in collapse. ”

"Cut, this class in other countries is actually a master, a samurai master. What about the military households of the Celestial Empire. The military households are all cheap slaves, and the land has been encroached upon. With such a social status, it is natural that he cannot keep the property in his hands. It would be strange if such a system did not collapse. ”

"So, what exactly do you want to do?"

"In the future, I will build a country. ”

"That's right. If you can keep winning all the way, you'll build a nation. The system elf replied.

"I want to build a country without a privileged class. In other words, the only privileged class is the yeoman peasants-military households-knights who can go to war......"

"No, no, no, no, that's not really what you meant - the reason you really want to do this is that you want to have the final say, complete monopoly, complete reading and [***], complete no one to share power with you...... That's right, right? ”

"Oh, you can see that. Egil chuckled, but didn't refute the system elf's words.

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