"You've been defeated? I gave you so many people, and you actually came back and told me that you lost?"

Hearing the cry of the Count of Suffolk, the King of East Angloria could not even believe his ears. If it weren't for the imminent big war and the presence of other people around, he would have made this fool double the price!

"Get out, you piece of shit, I'm going to make you look good when I go back!"

The Earl of Suffolk also knew that his own king was angry at this moment, and it would be merciful not to cut himself on the spot, so he hurriedly left the camp in a gloomy manner, not daring to stop for a moment, nor daring to say anything, for fear that His Majesty would change his mind in the next second.

Seeing the Earl of Suffolk leave in embarrassment, no one in the camp defended him anything, and even the nobles who usually had the best relationship lowered their heads and said nothing. No one wants to blow the tail of an angry lion, lest he become a punching bag for His Majesty.

"Your Majesty, I have a solution here, but I don't know if you'd like to try it."

All the eyes of everyone in the tent looked at an old man in the corner, and many of them had a look of surprise in their eyes.

The king of East Angloria saw that it was this old fellow who spoke, and his face was a little ugly, this guy embarrassed himself everywhere, and openly thought that the current royal family was too weak and should deal with the surrounding countries strongly.

But such a person can't kill him, after all, he has the support of the Mercia royal family behind him, and he doesn't take himself as a king in his eyes at all.

"What do you want to say? Speak up for everyone to hear."

"Your Majesty, we might as well ask the Kingdom of Mercia for help. I am familiar with the royal family of Mercia, and perhaps if I write, they will send reinforcements."

The nobles in the tent looked at each other, and although this was the right idea, the king of his own house, who sat on the throne, had been distancing himself from the Mercian and trying to reduce their influence on the kingdom.

If you ask the Mercian for help at this time, you will be slapping the king in the face.

Everyone closed their mouths in amusement, and if they talked too much at this time, they might be regarded as a backstabber, and simply embarrassed His Majesty the King.

The King of East Angloria stared at the old man who made the suggestion, his hands clenched into fists, and his angry eyes could be filled with fire.

The latter made this suggestion at this time, didn't he just want to laugh at his previous strategy for being wrong, it was his fate to be a puppet for the Mercia, how could there be such a miscellaneous existence.

However, the king of East Angloria held back the anger in his heart, tried not to look at the smugness and disdain in the latter's eyes, and thought for a long time before answering.

"That's a good suggestion, so do it."

The East Anglolian nobles in the camp looked at their King in shock, and no one expected that this would be the end in the end. As for the elderly East Anglolian nobleman who made the suggestion, a contemptuous smile once again rose at the corners of his mouth, and a trace of disdain crossed his heart again.

"Yes, Your Majesty, I will write at once, and send it to the court of Mercia myself. However, it may be difficult to convince them......

The old man said this, looking at His Majesty the King who was sitting in the first place with some embarrassment.

"As the plenipotentiary of the Kingdom, you are responsible for all negotiations. But I warn you, it's better to be fast, and the head-on fight will start soon."

When the East Anglorian king had finished speaking, he stood up and walked out of the tent, regardless of whether the original meeting had been discussed or not. After His Majesty had left first, the old man did not linger any longer, and walked out of the tent with a sneer, and began to prepare the letter.

"Father, although we have lost some of our troops now, we are still strong, and there is no problem in fighting the Essex directly, so why do you still ask the Mercians for help? You've been reluctant to involve the Mercians in the affairs of the kingdom, have you?"

The king of East Angloria was walking in the camp and soon saw his son follow.

"You're right, son. I've spent my whole life trying to remove the influence of the Mercians. But now it's not the same as usual, the Essex people are attacking and putting themselves in a position to die with us, and we have to try to minimize our losses."

The King of East Angloria said with some wistfulness.

"Don't forget, the Mercians have always tried to meddle and influence the court in order to control the entire kingdom. I am asking them for help now, and I am pulling them into our camp. If you think that if we defeat the Essexes, and then the army of the Mercians will go straight to our capital, how are we going to stop it?"

Seeing that his son was a little stunned, the king of East Angloria sighed and said earnestly,

"Don't forget, the ultimate goal of the Mercians is not to help us, but to control us, even to occupy our land. I had no choice but to do so, and if we had enough power, how could this be the case?"

"Father, don't worry, I will continue what you have not done in the future."

The king of East Angloria did not say anything, but turned his head to look at the busy camp not far away, and his heart was inexplicably saddened.

"Your Majesty, Your Royal Highness the Prince, you will leave the barracks first, and please hold on for as long as you can. I'll be sure to come with reinforcements from Mercia."

Hearing the voice, the East Anglian prince glared angrily, not hiding his disgust and hatred in the slightest. On the contrary, his father, as if he had not heard anything extraneous, patted him on the shoulder vigorously and admonished him in an expectant tone.

"Then it's up to you, I'll order the army to retreat near the Merce River, and confront the Essexians there, to buy you some time. The hope of the kingdom is in you."

As he spoke, he waved his hand to the guards on the left and right, and motioned for them to escort the old man out of the camp instead of him.

Ten days later, the Mercian court received a request for help from the Kingdom of East Angloria, and at first, the Mercian court rejected the offer on the grounds that it was at war with the Wessex Kingdom.

However, after East Angloria threw out the conditions that had been prepared for a long time, the Mercian court finally decided to support his younger brother's war, and an order came to the Earls of Oxford and Northampton.

Twenty days later, the army of Mercia, led by the two counts, left the garrison in high spirits and began to move towards the border, ready to deal a fatal blow to the enemy and end this boring expedition as soon as possible.

In their opinion, as the overlord of the last battle for hegemony, sending two counts and an army of more than 600 people to fight the Essex Kingdom at the end is simply a big fuss.

Any one of the two of them can kill the Essex people with an army, you must know that the army under their command is not only experienced in perennial combat, but also the equipment is not of the same grade as the ordinary army.

Even if they don't have all the chain mail, most of the soldiers have half chain mail and have shields and iron swords in their hands.

It's just that when they enter the battlefield, they find that things don't seem so simple......