"Governor of Katana, everything is well."

"Under Your Excellency, the kingdom has taken on a new side." After greeting Katana, the Danes also docked one after another.

They did not disembark at the first time, and did not carry the cargo in boxes until the chief, Lagertha, had met with Katana.

"Robbery is profitable". As long as you can not die, the profit is often five times ten times. Shrike slapped the sand off his body and walked between Oran and his father in a spirited manner.

The broken front teeth, the scars on the neck and the corners of the eyes, are all glorious proof at this moment. As long as nothing happens, he will definitely be able to inherit his father's throne, and even become a future person

"Hand of the King".

"You certainly don't know what the shrike has gone through in such a short period of time." Orlan pointed at the shriek, not mentioning the women he had caused in Wessex.

The father is always happy to see his children grow up, looking at the shrike who has left the house and is half a head taller. Katana used his big thick hand to fall heavily.

But this time, the shrike bent only slightly, and then pushed back. The shrike was already taller than his father's shoulders, and perhaps in another two or three years he would be able to stand side by side with him.

Become one of the best knights in the kingdom. The brothers and sisters of the Shrike also stood aside and saluted Oran.

They paid homage to Oran with the courtesy of their juniors. Orlan took out some of the Danish goods and gave them to the shrike, so that he could share them among the family members.

These children and teenagers watched with envy as their angry brother gave orders. Oran then got into the carriage and followed Katana, who was riding a fierce horse, back to the fortress.

Oran was very tired and sleepy, and the howling night waves on the sea made him not want to sleep at all. A large warm wooden barrel had already been prepared, and unclothed servants were waiting for him.

Oran fell asleep in a gentle massage, and when he woke up, it was already dark. Oran was then led by his servants into the halls of Katana, where he dined with his men and discussed military affairs.

The wolf king is dead, and the wolf cub is biting like crazy. Oran came back this time, and the biggest trouble was

"Yinval".

"Your Excellency." Except for Katana, who didn't need to get up, everyone stood up in unison and saluted. Ever since Orlan used the method of sand table deduction and promoted it to the kingdom, this kind of simple and quick discussion of the battle situation has spread.

The rockery map next to the table is the northern front and the islands in the northeast of the kingdom. Orlan said and sat down, then approached the map.

Katana loved the color blue, and the small flag on it was painted with precious purple dye.

"Each small flag represents fifty people." A local knight gave an account of the proportions used in their county.

Orlan calculated that Yin Val had invested more than 2,000 troops, from Galloway to Manchestershire, planting red flags indicating Viking enemies.

Even more than half of the Gallowe region was controlled by the Vikings. Due to the tactics of clearing the wilderness with strong walls, establishing strongholds, and abandoning villages and towns when the situation was weak, the Vikings had limited land in Northumbria.

But Orlan is back now

"Control", you can't allow these Viking rats to continue to run amok.

"The next quick order, let Gliese help defend East Anglia, and if Donnie can't hold it, then retreat and don't go head-to-head with Snakeeyes. Also, bring in the supplies, horses, and equipment of King's Landing, and send me at least 500 men, even if they are new recruits, and all the Vikings who had taken refuge in me earlier will be arranged into camps and concentrated in the north of Manchestershire. Orlan then pointed to the red flag,

"Gallowe is just such a small person, the bitter cold land, there is no protection value to lay down, Yin Val will retreat in the coming year, and we will grab more valuable places to come back." Oran pointed to the mountain road in the north of Manchestershire.

"The center blossoms, and the north and south strike." These eight words were very novel, and the recorded clerk raised his head and listened attentively.

"However, our forces are far superior to Yinvar, and the Viking warriors in the mountains to the north will not exceed a thousand, and we will make up more than twice the number of troops. Strike at this key place, and then expand the results from all sides. As long as the Vikings are driven out of here, the towns and food lands they can control will be confined to the coast, and when the time comes, we will send troops to surround and eat. "Oran's words are simply as follows: Lao Tzu's territory is full of people, and he is not afraid of injury, so he will fight with you and exchange one for another.

Actually, the offer is not good. At least Katana is against it. Because Orlan didn't have much wealth to support this kind of play, and the team traveled all over the place, expropriating the private property of the manor owners and nobles everywhere.

But in the name of defending the country, they scraped a layer of them. But face still has to be given, and under the applause of the shrike, everyone agreed,

"Two thousand to one thousand, the advantage is mine, Your Excellency!" And Oran's own people did not object. However, when the meeting was over, they would take out a stack of debt letters and let Orlan know that all sides wanted money, especially since Mercia was in chaos now, and they had absorbed tens of thousands of people into the country, and the cost of resettlement alone would allow him not to think of sending troops to fight others.

It's good to have a good time. This military talk, in the end, slowly turned into a division of British interests.

As long as Yinval can't make it to King's Landing, Orlan can slowly devour Mercia. That's what Katana wants.

He will be able to expand his territory considerably. Now Lionheart has fled to Kunsang's wife

Soldiers were regrouped around Otto's territory, just below Manchestershire. If the Lionheart King is defeated again, then the position of the coach of the North Sea Crusaders will have to be replaced.

When entering the high-level conspiracy discussion, the hall was empty, and there were only a few people left, talking secretly under the candlelight.

"Your Excellency, the Lionheart King's order will be sent once every two days, he is our nominal commander, and we can't delay any longer."

"Yes, Joan of Arc is also in his hands, and we can't pretend not to know about it when he was held hostage by him in order to avoid chaos." At this point, Katana took out a new letter and signed it

Joan of Arc.

"When will this woman be able to write official documents" Oran took it and read a few lines, his smile condensed, his face was not good, and then he threw it to Lagertha beside him.

Lagertha read it out unceremoniously, and then laughed,

"The holy woman whom you supported should accuse you, the Son of God, of refusing to lend a hand."

"Maybe it's Lionheart's coercion." Katana added. Joan of Arc was poisoned by Oran's medicine and wine, but after fleeing with the Lionheart, he used the so-called miracle to guide her against Oran.

She is now full of thoughts that she is a true saint, chosen by God, and she is too sick. And the monks around Brother Tian also brainwashed her day and night, making her believe

"Brother Tian" is orthodox. She is a miserable woman who has been used by Oran to get to this point, and after breaking free from Oran's control, she has turned into the manipulation of other careerists.

Oran thought for a moment,

"If you fight calmly like this, develop carefully, expel the Vikings, help Mercia recover, and then pull back and forth with the Viking forces in the next few years, between the Lionheart and the Flying Serpent, you say that it will take us a few years to become the sole master of England before you can increase your fiefdom several times before you can complete the Hanseatic League" Orlan threw a question to his subordinates Henry, Katana, and Lagertha.

The problems are different, but they are the same, and their dreams depend on the power of the Eagle Lord.

"Fifteen years, if you're lucky, England will do your bidding." Henry replied. This was done to establish a very stable state of government, and every county governor finally went to Oran.

"It's too slow."

"That"

"Superficial submission is also submission, as long as the lords and nobles on the island recognize my decree, it is okay not to pay taxes, I want to shorten the time to three years, and the nominal co-lord will do." Oran said again

"Then as long as most of the land of Mercia is eaten by our country, Galloway will not conflict with the Scottish border, Wales will have the forces we support, and Cornwall will pull Wessex back." Henry Blossom's brain turned very fast, except that he was not evil enough, shameless, and in the next work, he was a kind version of Sals.

Orlan didn't just have a makeover in a meeting, and every day, there were countless inferences in his head. For example, one of the methods is to poison the Lionheart...... He wanted to quickly establish England, and then invade Ireland and the rest of the world, even the Franks.

Nurture war with war, so that you can catch up with Charlemagne. If you are strong enough to attack others and keep the island in a stable state, won't peace be achieved?

"Send a letter to King Lionheart saying that Ben will be going to see him soon, and ask him to rest assured." That night, Oran closed his eyes and thought of the crown of England.

This time it's clearer than before. He had a dream, but he didn't see it, and at the bottom of the stairs to the throne, there were all dead bodies and bones.