When the Mercian army entered the territory of East Anglia under the guidance of the guide, he first rested for two days to see that he did not encounter the East Anglian army, and then slowly moved south, hoping to join the main East Anglolian army.

However, when they reached the border, they were met only by a large group of scattered soldiers. From the mouths of the fleeing soldiers, they learned that the main forces of East Angloria had been routed and that the king had been killed in battle.

After a moment of shock, the two Earls of Mercia showed disdainful smiles, knowing that the Kingdom of Essex was the weakest existence among the Seven Kingdoms, not only was the number of troops not as large as other countries, but the elite quality was not as good as that of other countries.

Although East Angloria seems to be about the same size as the Kingdom of Essex, the former has received a lot of guidance and equipment from the Kingdom of Mercia.

In the eyes of most Mercian nobles, the battle between the two sides must have been won by the East Anglorians, or the losses may be greater, but judging from the battle record, the weakest Essex people were able to defeat the East Anglorians, and you can imagine how much the latter pulled his crotch.

After asking for directions, the two counts of Mercia threw the haunted East Anglolian guide to the side of the road, and decided to personally lead the team to destroy the Essexes, and by the way, to give some color to the traitors who dared to rebel against the kingdom of Mercia.

When they led their army to the border border, they suddenly found a large camp, although the camp gate was wide open, it was strange at all.

However, the Mercians still sent only a small number of troops to prepare to attack the defenders in the camp. It was only soon that they found that the entire camp was empty, not to mention the soldiers, and there were not even supplies.

The two Earls of Mercia quickly reacted that they seemed to have been tricked. The Earl of Oxford, furious, prepared to march forward at once and send all the Essex mongrels who played with him to hell. Just as he was about to leave, he was pulled by the Earl of Northampton beside him.

"Calm down, I see some problems. Don't you think this camp is too big?"

After being reminded by the Earl of Northampton, the Earl of Oxford realized that the camp he said was indeed too large, and it seemed that it could accommodate at least a thousand people.

"Although it seems that the camp is large and the number of enemy troops is large, don't forget what kind of army the two of us are leading. When we fought with the Northumbrians in the north, didn't we often defeat more enemies than we were? What's so strange about that."

The Earl of Oxford said proudly, he looked at the Earl of Northampton, who was still a little hesitant beside him, and his heart was angry.

"If you're afraid, go back yourself. I can defeat those cowards alone. When the time comes, you will be laughed at by others, but don't blame me for not reminding you."

The Earl of Northampton gritted his teeth and led his army to cross the border with the Earl of Oxford and enter the territory of the Kingdom of Essex.

To their surprise, they didn't see any Essex troops along the way, and even when they passed several castles, they were all in shambles, and there wasn't even a single intact house.

At noon the next day, the two Earls of Mercia rediscovered the camp with the Essex flag in front of them, and like the previous one, the barracks was open and empty.

The attentive Earl of Northampton, however, found some subtle clues, and he found that the footsteps that had come out of the camp were haphazard, and that they were departing in all directions.

He told the Earl of Oxford about the situation, and the latter excitedly suggested that there must have been deserters from the Essex army. The Earl of Oxford also pointed to the camp and told the Earl of Northampton that this camp was much smaller than the previous one, and it looked like there were only seven or eight hundred people left.

The Earl of Northampton had already discovered this, but he was not sure whether it meant that there had been a large number of deserters in the Essex army, or whether the Essex army had divided its forces. However, judging from the footprints, the possibility of desertion is greater, after all, if the troops are divided, it should be impossible to have footprints in more than three directions, you must know that if you divide too many troops, it is easy to be broken by each one.

The Earl of Oxford and the Earl of Northampton looked at each other, and they could both see some excitement in each other's eyes. The Essex army has already lost a lot of combat effectiveness, and as long as its own army arrives, it can be easily defeated.

"If we go on like this, maybe those timid Essexians will get down on their knees and beg for our forgiveness."

The Earl of Oxford laughed as if he were already telling the others that he had won. The Earl of Northampton, though equally pleased, always felt that something was wrong, but he did not know what was wrong.

The impatient Earl of Oxford, despite his exhaustion, immediately commanded his army to move on. After the Mercian walked away, a figure slowly appeared in the jungle in the distance......

At dusk, Mercia's army discovered another Essex barracks, which was even smaller, with less than six hundred men.

And this barracks is no longer empty, leaving not only a part of the food, but also some weapons. The Earl of Oxford took one of the weapons, put it in his hand and looked at it carefully, and soon he cut it and threw it on the ground.

"Did you find anything?"

Hearing the sound, the Earl of Northampton came over.

"These weapons are all damaged, you take one and look at them, they are all missing. I don't know if you can smell it, but the food is smelling bad, obviously spoiled."

When the Earl of Northampton heard this, he picked up several weapons in a row, and sure enough, on the blade of the sword, he found all kinds of large and small gaps, and even some weapons had obvious cracks.

This weapon is used only by the poorest peasants in Mercia, not even by freedmen with a little money.

As for the grain, the Earl of Northampton had no intention of inspecting it, and even if he didn't come closer, he could smell a strong smell of mold.

"It's really embarrassing for the Essexes, with inferior weapons, eating moldy food, and fighting."

The Earl of Oxford smiled, and then mocked the East Anglorians with disdain,

"It's such a rubbish Essex army that can crush that bunch of waste in East Angloria. I really don't understand why His Majesty agreed to marry the East Anglorians in the first place......

Ahem...... The Earl of Northampton heard that something was wrong, and hurriedly interrupted him to divert the topic,

"What's the next plan, do you want to go straight over?"

The Earl of Oxford nodded and said confidently,

"Of course you have to chase it. I think that although these Essexians have defeated the East Anglorians, they have probably suffered a great number of casualties, and when they heard that our Mercian reinforcements had arrived, they knew that they could not win, so they fled."

The Earl of Northampton nodded, he was also more inclined to this possibility, otherwise he would not be able to explain the various circumstances. Thinking of this, he also joked with the Earl of Oxford,

"Do you think the two of us will become legendary heroes in the destruction of the kingdom of Essex, and when the time comes, the king may be able to seal their land to us."

"Hahahaha, that's the best......

The Earl of Oxford laughed and ordered his soldiers to set up camp, expand the area of the camp, and prepare to rest here.

Not far away, a soldier in leather armor slowly got up again, watching every move on this side of the camp from afar......

PS: Thank you all for the tips and tickets, I'm scared, XD