Orlan divided the team into eight teams, with the largest number of his main team, fifty men, and the assistance of Gliese.

On the way, he informed Gliese of the full plan.

The other seven squads, also accompanied by Gliese's men, went to the entrance and exit points on the map to "act"

The enemy's origin is unknown, and the number is unknown, but at most, it is to enter the territory of the three southern counties, seeking reinforcements, or garrisons.

Oran's plan is to drive away, and there are two kinds of drive, one is to be "strong and active" and the other is to make them "weak and passive".

Forty minutes later, the defiled White Eagle soldiers and Gliese's knights met for the first time with one of Mercia's troops

It was a team of thirty led by Nanding, and they encountered a remnant of the army led by a Mercian knight.

The team was small, just over a dozen people, and it looked dirty.

The Vikings died in Kent, kept breaking through the siege, and were sent to the front line of the noble ranks, some families suffered heavy losses, and the family went out for three generations, and only one person returned.

But they could not refuse to be recruited.

Mercia was unified for a long time, the authority of the "law of royal power" was higher than that of Northumbria, and the local nobles were obligated by the king for a longer period of time.

Once the war starts, there are also minimum standards for participating in the war, such as a knight with a fief of more than 800 acres, and in terms of transportation, he must send a horse, two donkeys to battle, and other specified equipment personnel.

In order to gather equipment to go to war, this knight borrowed money from the upper nobles and the church, and if he went back to the territory like this, he would not be able to recover for a few years, and he might have to secretly give his daughter and wife to the creditor to warm the bed as interest.

It happened that the three southern counties had just been announced by the king to be taken over by Mercia, and a group of rude and illiterate nobles, such as him, decided to collect some supplies and make up for the war damage.

Because of this, Orlan received the news of a large number of scattered people entering.

These more than a dozen people have low combat strength, and Nanding's team can be easily eliminated, but he remembers Orlan's orders.

Those who believe are to "value peace."

Upon approaching, Nanding shouted, "I am the knight of Northumbria, my lord, which family do you come from?"

Seeing a team appear, the knight instinctively stopped and took cover.

The two sides approached in the forest, leaning against each other to hide their figures, while observing their opponents.

"All-knowing, Almighty, give me life and glory, I am ...... from Mercia"

As soon as the knights of Mercia came to the house, Nanding immediately responded, "Great, the merciful God has guided us to meet, and I am the knight of the magistrate of Gliese......

Ten days ago, the Viking "Ragnar" had landed in a dragon boat from the Abbey of Lindisfarne.

The flames are everywhere, the kingdom is plunged into a catastrophe, and under the leadership of the heroic Ella, we have won a series of battles, but there are too many enemies.

Your Majesty is now "moving in" to Aldeborough, but the enemy is not retreating, and there are thousands of Vikings in the nearest village and town, please come with me to help Your Majesty, and I will repay your kindness."

"What!"

The knight was suddenly stunned, the Viking army was not far ahead?

He had just been sent as cannon fodder by the upper nobles, and had lost more than half of his territory's military strength, and now he just wanted to recoup a little of his losses and "suffer the people of other places".

Why did the Viking "Double" come from the north?

Rumors about Vikings abound on the island at the moment, some true and some false, but one thing is for sure, no matter what, don't risk it casually.

After all, these stinky northern elders are demons who can rush into churches on Sunday to kill people and seize treasures.

The knight team left a "go back and move the rescuers" and immediately fled south.

The ambush location of the other squads, after encountering the Mercian who entered, were all lied to by Orlan's men, and the small number basically retreated, and the slightly more ones had the intention of stepping forward to take a look, of course, at this time, the Gliese people took them around.

Orlan's main team, led by himself, met the Lincolnshire magistrate in an open field.

Before approaching, Oran looked at the map and felt that there were too many people on the other side, and asked about the terrain around Gliese.

"If there is a real fight, do you have a place here where you can sneak attack?"

"There is a swampy area that connects to the main rivers of the kingdom, and a secret post was set up on it to prevent the Vikings from using their boats to pass inland."

"How long?"

"Hurry up, less than half an hour away."

"Okay."

Orlan thought about it for a while, and only left a dozen people with him, and let Gliese also keep a few people, and the remaining hundred or so people went to the nearest swamp area to be buried.

In that place, Gliese's ancestors built a hidden castle in the sea out of wood and iron, densely covered with vegetation and weeds, and a deep swamp hundreds of meters long, which could hide the movement of hundreds of defenders.

From a distance, it can only be felt that there are a few houses standing in the swampy area, and there are small boats in front and behind the houses, and there is no danger.

Oran thought that if he really couldn't stop the Lincolnshire mayor, he could only "use force as the precious".

When Orlan appeared, he had just taken the initiative to finish speaking, but there was a commotion, because the Mercian who was exploring the path in front of him did not control it, and a row of longbows was raised.

"Grass!"

Orlan quickly backed away from the queue and told the soldiers to raise their shields and dodge the gifts that fell from the sky.

When people talk too much, they are hard.

Orlan could only shout a few more times and report himself home, and finally the Lincolnshire archers withdrew their weapons.

The Governor of Lincolnshire sent a knight to the front to meet Oran.

Orlan's side is also blowing the sky, saying that the boneless Yinvar and the Sea King Ragnar swept through the north of England, and the king of Ella could no longer stop it and was forced to go south.

"Boneless? Come, tell them what your nickname is."

The knight shouted, and the soldiers behind him responded in unison, "Bone Crusher!"

This young county magistrate, relying on his status as a great nobleman, rarely participated in fierce battles.

Yes is also in the rear command.

From birth to the present, there are only a handful of things that have experienced danger.

When the sword was contested, his servants or knights would only let him, and after a few touches, he would roll on the ground, saying that he was "invincible in the Seven Kingdoms".

When hunting, when his arrows are shot and the servants go to retrieve them, they will "ever" find that the arrows have landed precisely on the corpse.

The compliments of the people around him and the sycophants let him live in his own world.

Coupled with the fact that the coalition had just defeated the Vikings, in his mind, the Vikings were a bandit group that did not live up to its name.

It's all because the nobles are too depraved and incompetent that they will be defeated again and again.

He came to accept the allegiance of "Berry" and the land of Yorkshire.

The more harsh Orlan said of the Vikings, the more the county chief felt that Oran was a "waste".

And the waste aristocracy doesn't need to be respected.

Especially when I saw that "Gliese" was also there, he was dirty and depressed, and he was even more proud.

"Gliese, I know, you just said you were?" The magistrate, under the protection of the knight, rode out on horseback and looked at Orlan with a high spirit.

Orlan glanced at him, then pointed the "back of his head" at the nobleman, trembling all over, and stammered.

"Come on...... Come from...... Promise...... The Knight of Alan of Northumbupubria, a vassal of the king of the country......

Hahaha!

Orlan squeezed his eyebrows, twisted his facial features together and pretended to be ugly, and spoke like a clown, causing the county magistrate to take the lead in laughing, Orlan bent his waist lower, and said carefully, "This is too loud and big, I thought for a moment that the Vivivikings were coming...... Your Excellency, there are really too many Vikings, let's take a detour."

"Your guts have been scared through by the Vikings, is that a knight?"

Looking at the White Eagle Banner in the Orlan queue, the county magistrate remembered the rumors and said, "That nobleman named 'Orlan' is here too?"

The blasphemers, who gave Orlan notoriety, had already accumulated some in Mercia.

Most of the nobles who "from Northumbria to Northern Mercia" had heard of this evil eagle.

Orlan didn't look up, and Gliese replied helpfully, "Your Excellency Orlan accompanies Your Majesty."

"I heard that he looks like a woman, and when Ella can't sleep with her daughter, she slept with this son-in-law by the way, right?"

Gliese's scalp tingled as he listened.

Since the hegemony of the Austrian king, Mercia has suppressed Northumbria for a long time, and the nobles of the kingdom only look at Wessex in the south, and regard the rest of the countries as vassals, and it is very common to speak disrespectfully about other countries.

In front of Gliese and Oran, he laughed at Ella, apparently not knowing the situation in Northumbria, and thinking that Ella's decree still could not leave his county.

After the county magistrate finished laughing, the sound of the team running away was heard in the distance.

Gliese thought that it might be the chaos led by Orlan's other teams, and took the initiative to advise the troops to divert their course.

"Afraid of what? By decree of the great King of Mercia, any Northumbrian nobleman who enters the three southern counties is subject to the laws of Mercia, and I have the royal decree in my possession, and I am now the acting governor of Yorkshire.

Your Majesty is your king, and His Majesty Osbert has already issued an acting decree before, and his brother Ella is nothing but a usurper."

"Yes, yes." Oran replied.

Seeing Orlan's stupid appearance, the county magistrate said again, "You listen to my command, take me to see, what bullshit Vikings, by the way, go meet the Mercian nobleman Berry here."

After the magistrate finished speaking, he added, "Knight Alan, Ben Bo will show you that the Vikings are not terrible and cure your stammer."

"All glory be to you." Orlan walked over, touched the governor's horse, and bowed his head again in submission.

But the county magistrate looked at the ugly appearance of his eyebrows and eyes squeezed together, sneered, and didn't care.

Oran then followed Gliese and led them to a swamp near a forest.

Gliese explained, "Your Excellency, this is a secret place, the Vikings are not familiar with it, the boat on the water can help us row through, we can enter the high places, and we can immediately see the Viking army in the distance, once they find it, they can't chase it, it is the safest."

The magistrate looked at it a few times, and didn't want to get dirty, but after hearing that it would save five times as much time, and passing through here at the same time, Berry's stronghold was close at hand.

So he agreed, but first he let his men come forward and explore the way.

The soldier leaned on the boat and slowly moved forward, and made several successful landings.

Seeing that there was no danger, the magistrate had the boat on the large swamp area moved over and transported himself with the nobles.

Six small boats, together can carry thirty people, ten minutes at a time

In two hours, you can spend it all.

When the magistrate got on the boat, passed by the house in the swampy area, and patted the mosquitoes on his body.

At Orlan's suggestion, Gliese, who was also in the other boat, covered his heartbeat and moved his mouth.

After a while, as the two approached the room, he motioned for Orlan to get up, and the two rushed straight into it, and then the voice came out of the room, "Do it!"

Gliese shouted, and the quiet air began to boil.

This long swamp divided the ranks, and some of the soldiers had just come ashore and were still resting, and before they could take their weapons, they were pierced by the bows and arrows of the soldiers hiding on the eucalyptus.

There are Tibetans in the houses, in the weeds along the waterways, and even on the periphery of the shore.

Oran's target was the Lincolnshire Governor on board.

After the screams came out, the two sides scuffled together, and the county magistrate never expected that it was the stammering knight who spoke with the back of his head just now.

"You are all cross-believers, you will go to hell if you kill indiscriminately!" The Mercian soldiers, who had already gone up to the bank of the river, shouted.

Those who believe in it do not kill?

I don't care about you!

When Kunsang heard this, he withdrew his sword and smashed the skull of a knight with an axe, and the brain flowed out.

Whoever dares to insult Lord Oran will die.

In less than five minutes, a layer of red appeared on the turbid water.

The knights and nobles who were sitting in the same boat with the county magistrate were all shot into hedgehogs because they couldn't dodge, and the county magistrate even lay down in fear and covered himself with other people's corpses.

But there was no one to paddle, and the boat could not move, and stopped in the middle.

In the middle of the waterway there were thirty people, two small boats, and even a crossbow.

Begin firing at the unsheltered Mercian soldiers, and if you miss once, you will shoot several more times.

The soldiers who were the first to go ashore were killed and could only rush back to the swamp area, but they did not dare to go too deep, and they could not advance or retreat, so they had no choice but to surrender.

Before they got ashore, dozens of people at the beginning tried to enter the swamp, but they could only enter a few tens of meters, and the water flooded their waists, and if they wanted to go, they could only swim forward, and they couldn't save the county magistrate at all.

Orlan and the soldiers of Gliese were not in love with each other, and after shooting the magistrate on the water, he came over and grabbed him.

In less than fifteen minutes the Mercians fled, and the surrendered surrendered, for their lord, with tears on his face, wandered helplessly on the boat, waiting to be judged.

Alone, hesitant, helpless, and dead.

"I, Gliese, Vice-Chancellor of Foreign Affairs of the Kingdom of Northumbria, Lord of Yorkshire, hereby proclaim, Mercian Invader, Lord of Lincolnshire...... guilty."

In the weeds of the woodland, when Gliese finished reading, the Lincoln County Governor was set up by the soldiers, and when he saw the county magistrate arrested, the people he brought with him could only lay down their weapons and hang their heads one by one.

They are more loyal to the magistrate than to the king, and this is the master who presides over their life and death.

When everyone came ashore, everything that could be recovered from the corpses in the river was recovered.

Seventeen were killed on Orlan's side and Gliese's side, many were drowned on Mercia's side, and forty-seven were killed by the sneak attack, and sixteen were fugitives.

They are all criminal soldiers who have no families.

Only then will they dare to escape, otherwise as long as the county magistrate is released, they will be hanged along with their families.

The soldiers were all dismantled, and Oran made them stand in the center, with his own spears and bows on the right and left, and whoever could not walk well would be pierced through the back of their heads.

The magistrate was pulled to the rear, and walked with Oran's party.

"Who are you?"

Looking at this knight who no longer frowned, the Lincolnshire magistrate felt that he was the Lord of the White Eagle.

Oran took the water bag and used water to remove all the mud from his face.

He shook the drops of water on his hand, and then slapped the county magistrate's face.

"Under this sky, only I can call myself Benbo."

"Lord Orlan, he's the Lord of Lincolnshire! You're ......," Gliese tensed.

"What are you afraid of, a captive, whose life is in your hands and mine, the courage of the knight's seven virtues?" Orlan replied and slapped him with his backhand.

He had a ring in his hand, and he scraped two long blood marks on the Lincolnshire Chief's face, covering it.

"We are all nobles, even if we are captives, we have to give relative courtesy, his status is noble, I think it is enough, even if he pays the price for his words and deeds just now." Gliese was afraid that Orlan would go crazy.

"When I beat the Vikings, I was afraid of their revenge, and my wife and daughter, and my jewels and carpets were taken away by a car."

"I caught a Mercia, a mere magistrate, not even a king, and began to fear the forces behind it."

"You say, the Vikings and the Mercians have done so many atrocities against us, why aren't they afraid of our retaliation?"

Orlan asked Gliese rhetorically.

Gliese replied, "They are strong, we are weak, and if we are weak, we will be bullied."

"That's right, then I'm in charge of his life now, so I've got the final say."

"Lord Oran!"

Gliese wanted to say something more, but Orlan waved him to stop talking, and then wiped the blood off the ring with a coarse cloth and made a decision.

Earl isn't dead yet, and this kid is honored to be the first county magistrate he killed.

I thought of several ways to kill in my head.

When they returned to the camp, the soldiers were tied up, and Oran waited for the rest of the squad to return, and it was nearly four o'clock in the afternoon, when the numbers were almost full.

There was enough time, Orlan had the great Lincoln County Governor take him to Berry Fortress as a "shield", and gave an ultimatum that if Berry didn't care about the safety of Lincoln's lord, he would take away a few of his organs, let the county chief go, and tell the county chief that Berry didn't care about his life or death.

Berry didn't expect the situation to develop like this in the morning, and there was no news of the arrival of Mercia's allies around.

After assessing it, he decided to retreat, but he was unwilling to surrender, and handed over the little fortress to save the life of the Lincolnshire Governor, but he would only do so.

The hundreds of people under his command are all loyal private soldiers, and they will not be handed over to be slaughtered.

Oran only wanted to drive out the men and let Berry go, and if Berry did not go southwest and return to Mercia, but to go northwest and enter the Aldeborough region, then more troops awaited him, and more troops of the king were waiting for him, and he had someone to help him educate him.

That night, Orlan entered the dilapidated stronghold, which changed hands several times, and the walls were littered with swords and guns.

Touching these marks, he felt a little of the fierceness of the battle.

During the meal, Orlan asked the Lincolnshire magistrate and the nobles who had not died in battle to be invited.

"A nobleman should have his pride, and he is also a nobleman, and even if I become your captive, you should give me courtesy."

The Lincoln County Governor was beaten and did not dare to speak, but one of the three knights who was captured made a bold request.

"How much is a knight worth here?" Orlan asked Gliese beside him.

"The POW quote is twenty-five pounds of silver."

"How much is the county chief worth?"

"At least three times."

"The cheap, talkative one is chopped."

After Orlan finished speaking, the knife and fork entered the meat chop, and just cut it, Kunsang also used his sword, directly in the restaurant, to kill the shouting knight.

"What Ben gives you is yours, and you cannot take what you don't give."

The hall was silent, except for Kunsang, the others didn't even dare to breathe.

After Orlan finished speaking, he wiped his mouth and said to Gliese, who was already stupid, "Have you ever killed a knight, pick a trainer, this will increase your courage."

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