"Half? You're going to cut him off?"

King Kausantan was followed by a child, and he spoke up.

Not very old, Oran is estimated to be seven or eight years old?

Equipped with a sword that is about half the height of his own.

Donald saw Orlan staring at him, his hand gripping the slender sword even harder

Straighten up and pretend to be an adult to swear that he is the future heir of the kingdom.

"I let Tyrrell marry your noble daughter."

"He's a captive, weaker than a woman." Donald interjected again.

King Kausantan gave the heir a white look and told him to shut up.

Judging from the actions and demeanor of the two, Orlan also guessed who it was.

"Your Majesty, whether you marry or marry, it is the same, you claim Edinburgh, saying that this is the land of the mountain people since ancient times, but for our country, this is a land that has been ruled by us for two hundred years.

I can't afford to lose,

But if the hatred does not subside, it will accumulate over time, and I am willing to come here to talk about it, just to dissolve it,

Tyrrell married a woman of your clan, but he stayed, in Scotland. ”

The proposal was fresh, and King Kausantan asked, "What about after that?"

"Husband and wife rule Edinburgh together, I will give half of Edinburgh's taxes to Scotland, you control Tyrrell, don't be afraid that I will break my promise, if he has a child with your noble daughter in the future, he will give him the title of land, such a lord with the blood of the two countries can serve as a buffer between us."

Put aside the controversy and talk about it later.

Orlan hadn't thought of this proposal, but he wanted more, and the peace negotiated at the negotiating table was far less valuable than the peace that was made.

"Your words are not credible, if you are really sincere, you withdraw your troops first, and give up half of Edinburgh's land, and I will believe it." One of the clan leaders beside the king spoke.

Maybe he wasn't happy with the terms, maybe he helped the king ask for more.

Oran's proposal for a land exchange, trade zone, or other buffer was then denied.

Obviously, the appetite of the Scots is not satisfied.

According to Orlan's prior thoughts, as well as the clan leaders who were caught, in the process of extorting confessions, they got that their harvest this year was not good, and they should not have the strength to fight again?

After setting the tone of King Santan's bluff, Oran's attitude also improved.

"I'll pay the last price, seventy percent of Edinburgh's tax tribute, there are twenty or thirty thousand people in that place, and I can provide you with paper and some equipment."

"I don't think there's any need to talk about it again!" Kausantan stood up reluctantly.

Sometimes you think very clearly and think rationally, but the opponent would rather lose both with you, and even have a state of "longer than you".

King Cousantan also forced the Northern Crusade of Orlan to fight the Vikings with all their might from Tiller and others.

At the Battle of Repton, the Anglo-Saxon army killed Hasstein and formed a blood feud.

The Viking kings had issued the order to fight, and Orlan couldn't keep up with him.

Hold on for a while longer, hit!

Before Donald left, he gestured to Orlan, then put his hand on his neck and wiped it to show him, showing confidence and ruthlessness.

In Gallowe, suppressed with national strength, the pride of the lord of the upper state embodied in it is bullshit in front of this group of mountain people.

Caesar?

No, a poop.

The departing clan leaders also spit in their respects.

After the breakdown of negotiations, the two armies lined up directly.

Then the musicians among the mountain people blew the bagpipes, and the war song sounded!

"Hey, brothers, the wolves of England roar in our wheat fields!"

"This is the territory left by our ancestors, and we protect freedom."

"The sword is sharp, and the chest is burning with flames."

"Don't be afraid, fight!"

The song rang out across the land, and Oran's face turned green.

The knights around him, such as Kunsang, Nanding let Oran leave as soon as possible.

"Retreat!"

Oran saw that there were many people on the other side, and endured it.

That night, the area they occupied retreated to the northern edge of Edinburgh.

Tillel, who had hoped to be exchanged hostages, was disappointed when he saw the two armies shooting arrows on the battlefield, and was put back in a cage and humiliated

For the next ten days, skirmishes broke out between the two sides, and Orlan endured it again and again, and at the same time a group of mountain people entered Yewei County, but fortunately Adesha commanded it properly.

Now the Ansar nobles, those close to the open sea, have begun to use scorched earth tactics, concentrate the population as much as possible, and build wooden forts.

Although a lot of peripheral land has been abandoned in this way, the security has been greatly increased.

As long as the Vikings can't grab something, they will fall into passivity.

This method of defense against the Vikings was bumped into by the mountain people, who did not please them, and tried to rush into the lord's castle as they did in the last Edinburgh operation, but were repelled by the unanimous people of the county.

August is fast gone.

Orlan is in a hurry, and the old Scottish is also in a hurry.

It's already autumn, and after a while, the north will be covered in snow and ice, and if you want to spend your national strength with Orlan, there will be a great upheaval.

The Gallovian were also invaded by Scottish hill people during this time.

Luckily for Orlan this time, if he had talked to the mountain people first and was dragged back by King Kausantan, he would not have had time to contact the group of Britons.

And he first formed an alliance and then came to negotiate with Scotland, and his flexibility was greatly increased, and the Britons even sent a two-hundred-man infantry to support Oran.

Thus, on 24 August, the two sides entered the negotiating table again.

This time, in order to restrain the anger, the number of people on both sides was only one-fifth of that of the previous time.

The number of soldiers decreased, but the vassals remained the same.

Oran saw the king again.

He opens with the same welcome line, "My dear brother. ”

Donald is there too.

As soon as he was able to walk, he was taken by the king.

No way, children in this era have no entertainment, even the king's children.

After a while, he will begin to learn to execute prisoners and increase his courage.

In this way, the discontent of the kingdom can be suppressed, as well as external enemies.

"Oran, I hope your offer this time will satisfy us."

Donald sat down in his chair and gave Orlan orders in a victorious stance.

This is the common disease of the sons of contemporary nobles, the elders let them learn to kill too early,

It is not uncommon for them to mature and marry their children before they are even ten years old.

These children are seen as adults, who do not like to learn manners and writing, and who use swords and intimidation to support them.

Drink wine as water, and the disease begins at the age of twenty or thirty.

Orlan directly picked up the water glass on the table and splashed him in the face.

Donald got up in a rage.

"Boy, you have to hold the sword tightly, your sword exudes a powerful aura, but I'm afraid that the sword will hurt you in turn!"

Then Orlan looked at the king again, "Your Majesty, I am married to Malm, in terms of seniority, and even the uncle of this boy, the child has no education, and it is nothing to teach him as an elder, what do you say?"

If King Cosantan was not there, he would hang the boy from a tree for three days to hone his character.

"Donald, put your sword away and listen quietly."

King Cosantan also wanted to talk about a good ending today, and put forward the conditions that Orlan had proposed last time.

"One person and half, this is my bottom line!"

The other party wanted to talk, but Orlan lowered the conditions.

After talking about it, this is the result, King Kausantan smiled, but the nervous look of the leader beside him touching the sword was a portrayal of his heart.