Seriously, in the Middle Ages, the navy was really not important, and some of the more bullish countries, like a certain Celestial Empire, or Eastern Rome, which were slightly better, had a naval (naval division?) system with reading power, fleet commanders (admirals?) or something.

But the barbarian nations of Europe, until the modern Renaissance, had their navies all scum. Except for the goddamn bastards of northern Italy, the garbage, scum city-states that only recognize money and don't recognize people, the rest of the world, like England, France, the Holy Roman Empire, and the like, all of them don't pay attention to the development of the navy.

These legendary powers completely ignore the navy, so the situation of the barbarians in the eyes of the barbarians in Northern Europe can be imagined.

At least Queen Margaret had never seen it—she had the impression that it was a navy or something—and she probably hadn't even heard of the word navy, and all the ships were basically temporary conscripts, civilian commercial and even fishing vessels. And the specific role of this patchwork navy is to transport its own land forces to the opposite shore, so that it will work.

That's why it's said that cutting off people's food routes, cutting off the enemy's rear roads, or something. European barbarians, do you understand?

But until then, it is still the main theme of peace and harmony. A certain diplomat No. 1 took a diplomatic interpreter who was completely useless, but he was somehow able to add a little surname to him, and went directly to the outskirts of Oslo in a carriage, and a few rogue knights ran over opposite, wanting to come over and tease the flower girl in the carriage. As a result, there was no flower girl in the carriage, only a little white face. Let a couple of knights feel a lot of pressure.

"Whatever, although there's one hole missing...... Something like that. One of the knights, with the surname "Beep", said.

"On behalf of all the Norwegian lords, Lord Earl Biard, and the Custodian of Bergen, Lord Egil Skadergrímsson, I request to see Her Majesty Queen Margaret. ”

Seeing that his chrysanthemums were not guaranteed, the white-faced diplomat immediately reported to his home and explained his intentions. It's a four-star diplomat, and that little bit of demeanor is still there. Several rogue riders looked at each other. Then one of them, who seemed to be in the lead, said, "Wait here, Wells, you go and report it." ”

Then one of the knights turned his horse's head and rode in the direction of his tent, while the rest remained put, watching, or rather watching, Diplomat One. During this period, the leading knight also wanted to say a few words, intentionally or unintentionally, but was sent away by the diplomat. It was only a slight revelation that the boss of his family, that is, Egil, expressed his dissatisfaction with such aggressive behavior of his neighbors.

"That's just an earl. Did he really think he could be the Grand Duke of Norway?" the knights looked at each other in pairs, and then couldn't help but let out: hehehehe, such a slight, but rather sarcastic laugh.

Seeing that the other party did not take his own lord seriously, the diplomat's face changed slightly, and then he smiled. I thought to myself: what are you going to do with these things? Just at this time, the knight who had gone to report the news also returned.

"Go, Her Majesty wants to see you. So he said. After that, he walked in the direction of the barracks with the diplomat.

The Danes' barracks were no different from those of other European barbarians, the same hawkers, all sorts of maidens, all sorts of jugglers, all sorts of bards with harps. It's not at all restrained because the boss of the family is a woman.

Seeing this, the diplomat secretly cursed in his heart: "What a bunch of garbage." Then he walked into the queen's tent with a great deal of superiority.

Queen Margaret is in her forties, and she looks like someone in her forties, if not older, with an orange-peeled face and plenty of wrinkles, but her eyes are very bright.

Speaking of which, the queen was already considered to have lived a long time in the fabled Middle Ages - of course, the leaders in power would definitely live longer than the commoners, as has always been the case.

The diplomat had wanted to name my already somewhat long list of titles - but Her Majesty only snorted and said, "Don't bother, just explain what you mean." He just blocked the diplomat's mouth.

"It seems that this mission will most likely not succeed. Seeing Margaret I's faint eyes, the indispensable look, the diplomat sighed in his heart. After that, he told his intentions. There are many rhetorical allusions. The prose is beautifully written, soft and rigid, both pleading and threatening. But it gave a few generals around the queen a glimpse of what it means to be eloquent.

"That is to say, the earl of your family, if you want to let my army retreat without spending a single son or a single soldier, just to let you play tricks on you?" the queen was a little quiet for a few minutes after the diplomat stopped talking. Then he pointed to the center and said.

The diplomat was embarrassed and could not speak.

"Go back and tell him. If he wants to, he will send troops to rob him! If he can win, I will naturally have nothing to say. Otherwise, everything is delusional!"

Her Majesty stood up, and the momentum of the superior instantly enveloped the audience, and then said this imposingly.

The diplomat said no more, and after a bow, he withdrew silently.

"It's a man who can read words. In the end, the queen "complimented" him like this. Immediately afterwards, the surrounding nobles, generals, and knights burst out laughing.

Five days later, Diplomat One reappeared in front of Egil.

"Oh...... That's how the aunt answered?" said Egil as he listened to the diplomat's briefing.

Indeed, not a word has changed. Diplomat Number 1 said.

"So be it. You go down and get some rest. A week later, he went to Sweden on my behalf to meet King Gustav and sign a trade contract and a non-aggression pact with him. ”

"The subordinates understand. After that, the diplomat stepped back. I almost bumped into someone at the door. The diplomat looked at this fellow, but he was a little puzzled - because this guy was not any of the knights of the Guards he knew, and the light leather armor did not look like a civilian either.

"I guess I was recruited during my absence. The diplomat nodded politely to him, did not say much to him, and then left.

There was another knock at the door. Egil knew that it was his newly recruited admiral who had come over. Speaking of which, the first general he recruited turned out to be dedicated to naval warfare.

"Carter reports to you, Lord. "He wore light leather armor, and several weapons such as scimitars, daggers, and light crossbows. Although the costume is a little different from other Vikings. But the beard that marked his surname, and his braided blonde hair, still betrayed his Viking affiliation.

Seeing that the general, who had so many pieces of equipment hanging on his body, knelt down on one knee effortlessly. It's a little bit of a wonder how he did it.

"Get up. How's the fleet ready?" asked Egil.

"Very good condition. A total of 30 large dragon-headed warships were collected, and the rest of the small galleys were 50, plus 30 light ballista battleships manufactured by our army. The fleet had a total of 110 warships, as well as 2,700 sailors, all of whom were assembled and ready to go on the expedition. ”

"Good. Egil nodded, then said, "Well, understand your mission." ”

"Understand, cut off the navigation of the Öresund waterway, organize further reinforcement of Danish troops and transport logistical supplies. If you can, hit the opposing ships as much as you can. General Carter said.

"Very well, then now you can go. Have a good trip, my general—and I'll lead the army in three days' time. Would you like to play a little bit, on land and at sea, which of us can defeat the enemy first?" said Egil with a smile.

"The subordinates don't dare. "It's just that General Carter doesn't seem to be as interested as his own earl.

"Forget it, go down. Egil said.

This admiral's last name is as follows: Vikings: The real Vikings are to be pirates!+2.

+1 for a qualified admiral, standing on the top of the storm: This person has been exposed to a storm on the sea, and miraculously survived +1.Bloodthirsty as a madman: This person will become like a beast when he fights, keep people alive, morale +2, offensive combat +2.

In general, he is a very strong general, and the four-point commander is more than the vast majority of 0-star admirals in this world, and he can kill everything in seconds. And +2 for offensive combat will increase the fleet's attack power again. Speaking of which, it only cost 1,000 bonds to be able to recruit such talents, and I earned it.

Egil thought.

However, unlike the smooth sailing of the navy, the army was originally scheduled to fight on the same day as the navy. However, Egil had trouble recruiting the vassal nobles in his realm. The nobles seemed tired of such continuous battles - or rather, because of the chills they felt during Egil's performance in the last battle.

So it had been almost a week since the order for the conscription was issued, and the nobles who came to report still had only two or three kittens. The army consisted of just about 2,000 men. Naturally, such a figure could not satisfy Egil. But there was nothing he could do - it was only then that he understood a little bit what a creature the nobleman was. The previous idea was a little taken for granted.

Eventually, with a little reluctance, Egil sent envoys to reassure the nobles of their rights and compensate them for the losses they had suffered in successive battles—a system of crop rotation had now been established in both cities. When the carts of grain arrived, the nobles finally moved, which is why Egil said that they would be able to go out in a few days.

Of course, some things are not so easy to obtain.

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