War or something, that's pretty much it. The Norman army set up artillery and bombarded it for three days. In the city of Marseille, the defeat of the remnants of the French army reduced the morale to the extreme. Immediately after three days, the fourth day. The Normans launched a general attack. The artillery crossbow and longbow were suppressed by long-range weapons together, and the head of the city of Marseille was suddenly a purgatory-like scene on earth. The soldiers and civilians in the city were in disarray. Immediately afterward, as soon as the sound of the artillery stopped, a long horn was heard on all sides of the city, and the Frenchman, who was not yet dead, looked up at the outside of the city, and felt his scalp tingle.

I saw the flags swaying outside the city, and the array was solemn. An army of 100,000 men mingled, and at the forefront were forty thousand troops of Norman infantry. Three-quarters of the infantrymen were armed with iris shields over their heads. Push and pull the lightweight ladder cart forward.

This group of French soldiers basically participated in the Crusades of that year, the battle against Jerusalem. Naturally, I know how powerful this kind of ladder truck is.

Behind the ladder trucks, there are a large number of building cars. Next to the building car are heavy crossbowmen armed with one-meter-long siege crossbows and Norman longbowmen with purple wooden longbows.

Look further back. It's even more terrifying. A good array of tigers standing on the dragon plate. In the center of the array, the white phoenix flag fluttered high, and sitting at the top of it was the true son of heaven who was also a man and three emperors, Egil Skadergrímsson.

This kind of formation made a group of French people who were not dead white-skinned at that time. The hands are soft and the feet are weak, and there is no strength. Watching the Norman army get closer and closer. Under the cover of the longbow and heavy crossbow arrows raining down, the Norman army erected the ladder cart. Immediately after that, thousands of warriors rushed to the city. How can the small city of Marseille survive such an onslaught? Some French soldiers and civilians plucked up a little courage and only resisted a little. He was cut to the ground by the wolf-like Norman infantry and chopped into meat sauce.

Soon, the Normans were dominating the crumbling walls. Then he went down to the city and broke the city gates. The other Norman armies, who had been impatient, swarmed in, and killed anyone they saw on the streets, whether good or bad. Suddenly, the whole city of Marseille was turned into a miasma. Egil saw that his army had entered the city. Snorted. There was disdain in his expressions. And next to him. Queen Artoria was bored and almost fell asleep.

"Vulnerable. Useless. Egir no longer looked at the city of Marseille. But he opened his mouth. Said something like that. And next to him, in recent times, because he wanted to write his legendary biography, he had been with him for a longer time. A few playful compliments:

"It's not that the other side is too weak, it's that the empire's army is too strong. It's not that the king of France is incompetent, it's your majesty's wisdom and prowess. It's hard to resist. ”

"Is that so?" said Egil, though he did not say anything. But the spring breeze is full of faces, and he looks very happy. After seeing it, Talleyrand knew that he was so flattering. That's the right thing.

However, at this time. Sonia, who had been following Egil all along, felt that something was wrong. If you look closely, you will immediately take a step forward. He said to Egil, "Master, look over there, it's on fire!"

"If it's on fire, it's on fire...... The army entered the city, killed people, set fire to robbed and ......" Egil Shang slandered himself, and subconsciously turned around to take a look. I saw that something was wrong. The fire burned too quickly and fiercely. Furthermore, the place is the lord's official residence in the center of the city. The Norman army advanced fast, but I am afraid that it had not been able to get there......

"You can't be so cheap for him!" In the blink of an eye, Egil understood what was going on. As soon as he gritted his teeth, he said these words, and then he ran down the watchtower, turned on his horse, and rushed towards the city. ...,

With Egil's posture, the knights of the guards naturally couldn't be idle. Standing on either side of Egil, under the watchtower...... The three hundred knights of the Guards followed, and they all got on their horses, followed Egil, and rushed towards the city. Just seeing Egil say such a thing, and uncharacteristically willing to take the risk himself, all the knights were puzzled in their hearts - between Egil and Philip, I have not heard of any deep hatred. Everyone is defeated, why don't you let it go?

Only Sonya, who was with Egil, knew more about it because she was in charge of an intelligence network, and understood what was going on - Egil was annoyed that Philip II had injured Joan of Arc with a secret arrow in the Second Battle of Budapest. For so many years, Egil has always kept this incident firmly in mind, and has always wanted to kill Philip II alive and vent his anger for his Joan of Arc.

"In the future, I wish I could catch up with half of her......" Thinking of this, Sonia couldn't help but feel sad. Then he forced himself to stop thinking about these things - he was Egil's servant, Egil's guard, and Egil's killer. His role is to do his best to share Egil's worries and problems. As for the grace of the Lord, it was not something she should have encroached upon.

Egir rode his horse and galloped wildly, followed by three hundred knights, but he rushed towards the center of Marseille without hesitation, and met the French, both military and civilian, and trampled into powder. When he encountered friendly troops who were in the way, he scolded all the time: "Your Majesty is here! Blind your dog's eyes!" He didn't even want the reputation of loving soldiers like sons on weekdays.

However, despite this, when Egil made it all the way to the front of the lord's mansion in Marseille, it was too late. I saw a mansion burning badly. There are red lotus dances everywhere, the credit of Zhu Rong. Not to mention one Philip, there are ten burnt scum left.

Egil grabbed the reins in front of the mansion and stopped. Looking at the fire in front of him, he listened to the screams of the fire. I couldn't help but be dazed for a moment. This was followed by an even more irrepressible rage: "Fight the fire! I want to see people alive and corpses when I die!! Order martial law to the whole city, search and arrest him! If he escapes, I want you to look good!!"

The emperor was so angry, up to a few viscount generals, down to the various centurions, and the centurion company commander of the company. They were all trembling and desperately searching. In the end, however, only two charred bones were delivered to Egil, a badly deformed golden lump, Philip II's original crown. That's all.

In this situation, Egil looked up to the sky and sighed.

Philip II, King of France, Lord of a generation. After no longer hopeless, he chose to raise the fire**. Died in such a fierce manner. So far, this one-year war has divided Europe into two parts, the north and the south, with more than 600,000 troops mobilized by both sides and millions of people lost. The curtain has finally come to an end.

The battle was won by the Norman League, led by the Norman Empire. Kingdom of France, King Philip II, Duchy of Swabia, Duke Henry was defeated and died, and the country was destroyed!

"This, is this the Norman army?! I really can't imagine that there is such a terrible army in this world!" At that time, after the destruction of Marseille, Egir was relieved, and all the Norman soldiers also celebrated. However, with the army, while inspecting the Normandian ** political and civil affairs, while flirting with Egil and falling in love, Lilianu was only shocked in her heart. The earth-shattering artillery, the arrows like a rain of flying locusts, the heavy armor, invulnerable warriors. ......... Egir Skadergrímsson,

Everything about the Norman army shocked the Eastern Roman princess. Her Royal Highness the Princess, who was originally confident in the Eastern Roman army and thought that even if it was not as good as the Normans, it would not be much worse, but at this moment she once again made up her mind -- reform! Reform must be carried out! If there is no reform, then the Eastern Roman Empire will inevitably become a thing of the past. Under the suppression of the Norman Empire, it was difficult to turn over.

"Although Yu Zhi, you are the one I love, but Yu Gong, you are my biggest opponent......" Lilianu sighed, not even attending the celebratory reception after the breakthrough of the city. He went straight back to his tent and pondered. Fortunately, this is a celebration of the Norman Empire, and it is not a big deal for a foreign princess not to show up. So no one cares.

The greatest, most enthusiastic and far-reaching event at this banquet was the proclamation of the establishment of the Duchy of Aquitaine by Egil. The three cities and four counties of Marseille, Toulouse, and Bordeaux were all canonized to Louis XIV, the son of Edward. Everyone envied this kid for his great creation. However, Louis XIV himself was filled with joy and sorrow.

Needless to say, being able to leap from an idle nobleman with no soldiers and no power to a powerful monarch in Europe is placed on ordinary people, and it can't be said that it can make people happy and crazy. And the sad thing is that he has no soldiers and no power. Although nominally not bad. But could he subdue the aristocracy of the whole of South-France by a single name? He could only rely on the Normans.

And the Normans, to be precise, were the idea of the Norman Emperor, this kid who is not bad in talent and has experienced the warmth and coldness of human affection can guess it somewhat. The Norman Emperor wanted a puppet, a lamb to the slaughter, and a shield erected. He Louis XIV is a puppet that pulls the strings, a fat on the chopping board, and a shield to dispel disasters...... When the Norman Empire recovers, the emperor will raise the butcher's knife and mercilessly dismember France once again, and he, the temporary puppet, will have no need to exist.

“...... Damn!" Louis XIV was furious at the thought of these things. Although there is some self-cultivation, but after all, the age is there. His little action was seen by the ruthless and scheming Egil at that time. But Egil didn't care. In the end, he was not killed by Philip II, but Philip II was forced to die by Egil. Can Egil care about such little shrimp?