The two armies met in the gorge, and there was a brief silence and a tense atmosphere.

On Tillel's side, Nanding sent a small number of riders to control their mounts and quickly traversed the clearing, trying to find their weaknesses.

Since the war, these Scottish veterans have been too difficult to deal with, they retreat to the mountains if they can't fight, and once their men are disbanded, they will reappear, no different from the Vikings.

Tyrrell tugged at the reins, raised his hand half-high, and told the knight beside him, "Let your men clench their shields and spears and think like men's...... Changed to a woman's ...... Don't let me go anyway!"

For more than two months, Tyrrell gradually got used to this life.

There are also glorious new scars on the arms.

He always gave orders in a majestic manner, and then took up the horsewhip and hid behind to command,

Because he often finds a beautiful boy to warm the bed after the news was spread, he was ridiculed by the enemy for having long hair.

"Valkyrie".

"Ready!" Nanding beside him took a deep breath, and then!

"!"

Trample!

I couldn't tell the sound on the other side was louder, and the two sides rushed towards the opponent solidly.

Scotland has a lot of mountains and forests, and there are many simple crossbowmen in the faction.

This is a weapon handed down from Roman times, and after learning it in Scotland, when they entered the mountains and forests, they improved this weapon and made a simple wooden version of the crossbow.

Although this simple crossbow is easy to destroy and not very powerful, it is very easy to craft and does not take too long to get started

On Nanding's side, most of the long-range weapons are archers.

The two sides were mixed, and the Scottish mountain people, mostly armed with short axes and short spears, lost to the side of the White Eagles, but they did not lose their courage at all.

In long-term contact with the Vikings (harassed), the way they attack is even six or seven points similar to that of the Vikings.

The forty riders who Orlan had just sent to support Nanding, under the command of Ossa and Henry, quickly broke through a line of defense with their spears, but the Scots quickly returned to the defense.

Immediately there will be new mountain infantry to fill in.

During the battle, the mountain people shouted to each other.

Although they are only a mountain away from their own territory, Edinburgh, Tirrell does not understand this "bird language".

"Fuck! You also shout to Lao Tzu!"

Tyrrell turned his head and asked the servant knight to wave the banner.

See who's louder.

The mountain infantry saw that the south (Northumbria) came to support again this time, and began to switch to a new attack array, but Henry's offensive was very fierce, and he cooperated with Nanding to let the heavy infantry on Nanding's side break through first, and then harvest from the back themselves, which worked very well.

"Take back our territory!"

A mountain infantryman tried to stay on his feet even though he was slashed in the neck with a sword, crushing the wound.

Although he collapsed immediately, he still grabbed the dirt on the ground and tried to get up again.

"Uhhh

Another new round of trumpets is blowing, and more Scots are about to join.

As a nascent aristocratic dynasty united by a variety of tribes.

The nobles who participated in the war wanted to establish merit in order to gain a greater say.

The scene is becoming more and more chaotic, it is a war between believers, and there is no righteousness or glory.

The pain of the weapon hitting the body is palpable.

The archers on Nanding's side even had a group effect and were completely unable to shoot accurately.

"Don't kill me, let me go!"

"!"

Ossa, the boar, mercilessly cut down a mountain man who begged him for mercy.

But his horse was then put down by the short axe, the horse's leg was cut off, and the whole person fell to the right, and the weight of the armor made him unable to distinguish the direction for a while, and his face touched the ground, smashing the bloody wound.

More and more horses fell, screaming in pain, and the suffocating smell of fishy came into everyone's noses.

"Let me come!"

Using his not-so-strong body, Tyrrell drew his longbow and aimed it at one of the enemy's heavily armored nobles.

She was a stout woman who harassed herself several times with others.

"Slut, die!"

The finger was empty, and the arrow flew out of the air, crossing a trajectory.

But hit an unrelated person.

He was then targeted by the Crossbow, and a mountain crossbowman rushed in front of him and fired an arrow that missed, then threw his crossbow and smashed it into it, trying to pull Tillel off his horse.

“!”

Tyrrell gripped the reins and tried to control the horse, but the enemy pulled him off with a backhand.

It turns out that it hurts to fall off the horse!

His eyes ached as his armor hit the ground, and he heard laughter and other noises.

He felt like his hands and legs were broken, and his heart was about to come out of his body......

He fainted, and when he woke up he was not dead, but had become a captive......

"Where is this?" He asked, gasping.

The Scotsman on guard went to give a notice, and he was dragged to a hall with the other captives.

All the captives were forced to their knees.

"We lost?"

Tillaire turned his head and asked the knight next to him, who had been drinking with him yesterday.

The man said, "Lord Kunsang later led a team to repel enemy support, and also captured a few of their nobles, and was talking about an exchange. ”

Hearing this, Tyrrell fucking burst out laughing.

Fortunately, it was saved.

But the nobleman who captured him back was obviously dissatisfied, and he didn't know what to quarrel about, so when he talked about it, he directly pulled out his war knife and came to this group of prisoners.

With this knife, Tyrrell almost peed.

"Rubbish!"

This sentence is not said in the mountain dialect, Tillel understands it, scold it, let him die.

The kind of aristocrats who pick up a sword duel after being scolded twice is a stupid person.

Back in the south, Lao Tzu is still the county magistrate who can sleep with whoever he wants!

The Scottish nobles, who still want to fight again, do not agree to negotiate for a replacement, but the upper nobles want to talk, so they can only retaliate in this way.

Tied up, unable to move, Tillrell was so thirsty that he even begged for water, but in exchange for a noblewoman who had fought on the battlefield laughed at him, "You loser, you only deserve to drink my ......"

Hearing this, Tyrrell couldn't bear it anymore, so he scolded the slut "psychologically".

At the same time, Oran personally came to the north of Edinburgh and set up a formation to prepare for a good business with his northern neighbors.

"Eight hundred dead and wounded."

This is the number after Orlan's statistics, and it hurts to see him.

His treasury is never filled, and it is fought from south to north.

"What do you say about the mountain barbarians on the other side?" Orlan asked, when he saw Ulf returning.

"They agreed, and after the appointed time, they sent someone to exchange hostages, and at the same time asked us to give a reasonable answer to King Ella's previous marriage agreement to cede land."

"Tell me to go down and prepare for battle at any time to prevent night attacks."

"Yes."

This time I want to see the king of Scotland, who is also Malm's cousin, since there is a relationship, you have to make good use of it.

He called Nanding again and asked the number of nobles who had been captured.

"Thank you for your hard work."

"Your Excellency, it was my incompetence that allowed the Governor of Tyrell to be captured."

Nanding never talks about his hard work, and since becoming deputy county magistrate, he has been more restrained than before.

"During this period of time, you fought with this group of mountain people, did you find any means to win?"

"We don't like the inner part of the mountain, and they can walk barefoot in the place where they grew up.

I have captured their clan leaders, asked about the methods of training, and they attach great importance to military affairs.

Willing to take risks, whoever dares to run away will be removed from the clan.

Usually the training is led by the leader of his own clan, a team of 100 people.

Every month, a large exercise is held to simulate the state of the battlefield and not lose to the Vikings in terms of combat experience.

And they have a small but elite group of riders, and the pastures are in the northwest of Scotland......"