As soon as Willy came out of the tent, he raised his eyes and saw a majestic figure.

If you look closely, there is no anger between your eyebrows, and her blond hair is messy like a lion's mane, which is the blonde king.

He looked out into Bergen in the distance, and no one knew what he was thinking.

"O king."

Willy saw the Minister of Military Aircraft beside him and persuaded him bitterly: "At present, the news of the annihilation of the five brigades has not yet spread, we must quickly block the news to stabilize the morale of the army." ”

Very steady decision-making.

Willie nodded inwardly.

Grain, grass, booty, and five brigades were gone.

This is already a matter of life and death for the entire Oslo army.

If you don't block the news, it's possible to do something with the character of the Viking warriors.

The Blonde King didn't react, as if he hadn't heard.

Willie didn't know what he was thinking.

Thinking of the self-cultivation of the loyal ministers, he also stepped forward to persuade and gave a more conservative suggestion: "Wang, I think we should withdraw now." ”

"There is no food now, and there are only a few days left in the army."

"I don't know exactly, I just think it's too risky to capture Bergen before the food stock runs out."

"After all, we now have five less brigades, and our strength has been greatly weakened."

"And once the news of this process leaks, the whole army will mutiny!"

Willy said with a loyal face.

The Minister of Military Aircraft also looked up to him.

Such a conscientious and loyal minister, just because of the nickname of the fox of the north, he has been on guard and monitored these days. I feel a little guilty.

"King!"

At this time, the war chiefs who followed the sound also tried to persuade them.

The war chiefs are not afraid of death, they are dying heroically on the battlefield, and they can accept it.

But because he was burglarized twice in a row, he was killed by his own soldiers. Aggrieved! It's so embarrassing!

This is like being proficient in martial arts, and he was about to compete with others, and the opposite side directly took out Chen O's fist introductory mental method "Criminal Law"

You laugh and say that this is not good, we are both superior and dead!

After confirming it on the other side, he backhanded a mud car and killed it.

Hit the streets!

Besides, enjoy the good life of the Venerable Master, live well and continue to enjoy it, don't chill!

Every word you and I said agreed with Willy's suggestion of retreat.

This is the only way to live, and staying in the barracks is a dead end.

The movement of the five brigades was too great.

There are already people muttering about what the hell is going on these days, and the news is blocked for long.

Now, because of the fierce attack on the city for many days, the losses themselves are relatively large, and the mental pressure of the soldiers is huge.

At this time, I will hear that my comrades-in-arms are gone, the food is gone, and my own small money is not spicy!

They think with an axe, and they can think of the results of the camp.

Once the barracks riot, you can't leave even if you want to.

Even if the soldiers can row away, as long as they do, the angry soldiers will not care about this, they will only want to make them into blood eagles!

"Flee, king!"

"Yes, Bergen hasn't noticed it yet, and those thieves are far away from here, so it's the best time for us to retreat."

"King!"

"King!"

A sincere shout.

The Blonde King looked at them and laughed, "Where to flee to?" ”

The Minister of War and Aircraft nervously persuaded: "King, let's go back to Oslo." ”

"I don't know why it fell so quickly, but I believe that as long as we go back, Oslo will still be our Oslo!"

"When the time comes, it will take a few more years to raise a large army again, Bergen will be captured by us sooner or later, and Vondolph, a despicable thief, will be pinched to death by us!"

It makes a lot of sense.

But the blonde king shook his head: "On the icy sea, there is no king who let his soldiers die and escaped alive." ”

In order to achieve the goal, the casualties can be treated as numbers, but the most basic responsibility of the king must not be forgotten.

Blonde King: "I'm not going to block the news, I'm not going to hide it from the fighters. ”

"I will tell them everything, tell them that it is the fault of me, the king, that has put them in the precarious situation they are in."

The Blonde King took a big step.

The Minister of Military Aircraft followed closely behind him and shouted anxiously: "Wang, you will not make mistakes, these are all my faults!" ”

As the only man in the first batch of students to be promoted to the platinum-level agent skill badge, Willy is familiar with the textbooks written by the Sage.

He knew that the Minister of War and Aircraft wanted the blonde king to know his mistakes, correct his mistakes, and not admit his mistakes.

As a king, even if he is wrong, he can't admit it, and this is done to maintain the stability of the royal power.

Because the monarch loses his authority, he will be suspected by his courtiers, and then his fall is not far away.

As long as you take advantage of the situation to dump the pot on the Minister of Military Aircraft, you will never make a mistake, and your authority will be preserved. In fact, Willie doesn't think this can be called dumping.

No one expected to be stolen.

In this case, the correct arrangements were not made, which led to the desperate situation of the Oslo army, which was originally the responsibility of the Minister of War and Aircraft.

The Blonde King couldn't possibly refuse

"What qualifications do you have?"

The blonde king patted the minister of military aircraft on the shoulder and continued to walk towards the soldiers' tent: "Stand down, it is also the king's job to bear the fault of the courtiers." ”

"King"

The War Ministers and War Chiefs watched in amazement as the Blonde King walked over.

I saw him shouting to the soldiers about this time.

Seeing the anger of the soldiers raging like flames.

Seeing the old and lonely figure facing the anger of the army, his body did not waver at all.

I saw the soldiers gradually and gradually calm down.

Tick~

At this time, raindrops fell.

Bergen, where it rains more than 300 days a year, is once again experiencing heavy rainfall.

In the pouring rain, the blonde king opened his arms, and his voice pierced through the rain curtain in a loud voice: "You will ask, what are you going to do now?" ”

"The Great God has already told us the answer!"

"Everyone knows that when it rains, mountain roads can get slippery."

"These thieves from the far north can't escape this time!"

"We're going to stop these little tricks!"

"We have the blessing of the great gods, we will break free from the shackles, we will take back everything that belongs to us, and take everything from the enemy!"

The Blonde King seems to have a magical power in his body, making people believe that he can pierce the dark sky with him and spread light to the world.

Once again, the Viking warriors cheered for the king.

Even the war chieftain, who had just retreated and said the loudest, raised his arms and roared: "Take everything back!" ”

I don't know if it's rain, or if it's an old auditory hallucination.

The Blonde King seemed to hear someone asking: Running away is the best choice, and you can live without risk, why do you want to take the soldiers to this extremely risky road?

If you are a king, are you not afraid of death?

The Blonde King was pushed back by the rain-soaked hair.

Glory and glory, floating clouds live and die, what is there to fear in this body?

After distributing the last stockpile, the remaining 4,000 men of the Oslo army set out in silence.

The sound of the rain gave them cover, and the Bergen garrison did not notice it for a moment.

By the time they realized something was wrong, the Oslo army was already on the verge of arriving in Nurheimsun.

"All evacuated?"

Olaf III couldn't believe it.

Once he was sure, he turned to look at the messenger.

The messenger gave him an affirmative look and gave him a brief explanation.

Rainstorms come and go as fast as they come.

Olaf III looked at the rain and the sun, thinking of the rumors that Bergen could not hide the decline of the weak army these days, and the cowards who used to abuse the opposite side of the battle.

He made a bold decision.

"Get out of town, pursue!"

The gates were wide open, and the morale-boosting Bergen army walked on the muddy roads after the rain.

Stomping~

The muddy land is not suitable for horseback riding.

The spies ran on their legs, and finally detected the movement of Vondolf's army when the Oslo army was resting in place.

"It's in Hardangerfjord!"

"As the king expected, under the torrential rain, the mountains were muddy, and they did not venture into the mountains to hide."

"Walking along the fjord, is this preparing to retreat from the waterway?"

"Absolutely!"

"They must not be allowed to escape!"

Finally catching the trail, the war chieftains were excited, and there was a loud noise.

The blonde king looked into the distance and vaguely saw the military formation of the Southern Expeditionary Army.

Backed by a U-shaped bay and surrounded by water on three sides, dozens of large cars block the notched side.

"This battle formation."

The Blonde King was thoughtful.

The Minister of Military Aircraft frowned fiercely: "This can only rely on the navy." ”

Moments later, the herald brought the bad news: "Dragged by the Bergen navy, the Victuor Brotherhood has encountered the sea wolves!" ”

"Blow the trumpet and prepare for battle."

The golden-haired dynasty walked forward: "One more messenger, say to the other side, I invite their king to drink wine before the battle." ”

The Minister of Military Aircraft was a little reluctant to speak.

But seeing the face of the blonde king, he didn't make any unnecessary arrangements in the end, but just found the messenger.

A moment later, Vondolph got the news, thought for a while and agreed.

Before the battle.

The two kings looked at each other.

One is old, the other is young.

A cloak is scattered, and a black robe is crowned with gold.

The two of them took the horn glasses full of wine, and no one spoke, just drank happily, without any selfish calculations.

After drinking five cups in a row, the blonde king stopped: "The weak eat the strong, but the strong are not always strong, and the weak also have a chance to turn over, just like the young buck defeats the king of the deer herd, the young king, do you know why I forced them to go to sea?" ”

"The death of a knife and axe in an instant is far less than the slow slaughter of hunger, cold insults, cruelty and grief."

At this time, the blonde king was more like a philosopher than like a king.

Feng Daofu looked at him and smiled: "Is this the reason why you can't drink?" ”

Blonde King: "."

Feng Dolph didn't see the abnormality of his expression: "You can't be eclectic, that's your problem, I don't want to accuse you like this." ”

"My wisdom is on the shoulders of giants, and it is these giants who are tall, not that I am tall."

"But don't try to change me with your ideas."

"You have your beliefs, I have mine."

Vondolph drank his last glass of wine: "The tradition of the ice sea." ”

The Blonde King lowered his horn cup: "The winner is the truth." ”

Feng Dolph stood up: "Let's go, I'll send you." ”

The blonde king looked at him with interest: "You're not afraid?" ”

Feng Dolph smiled: "It is they who should be afraid." ”

Incomprehensible self-confidence.

But when he saw it, Feng Daofu really sent him straight to the front of the military formation dozens of paces.

The Blonde King was also moved.

The Oslo army, which was carrying a fire in its belly, was also shocked at this moment.

Looking at the figure strolling in front of their thousands of people, for a moment, the thought of wanting to fight for such a hero flashed in my heart.

At this moment, no one is called a thief anymore, this is a real king!

When Vondolph returned to his position, the fjord sounded the horn of war.

Woo——!

In the Hardangerfjord, the Oslo Army and the Southern Expeditionary Army are officially engaged.

When the rain stopped, the bows and crossbows could not be affected, and coupled with the defensive advantage of the Southern Expeditionary Army, which was surrounded by water on three sides, the Oslo army first lined up the crossbowmen at the front of the shield array, trying to give long-range strikes first.

Sou!

Sou!

Sou!

To their surprise, the Southern Expeditionary Army's improved bow and crossbow range completely crushed them!

A rain of arrows burst into blood at the forefront of the Oslo army, and countless Viking crossbowmen fell.

By the time it really came to the firing range, the Southern Expeditionary Army had already shot several rounds and completely suppressed the long-range troops of the Oslo army!

The scales of morale began to be unbalanced.

The two sides fought fiercely for a long time.

Until the ascetic in plate armor, who had preserved his strength, seized the opportunity of the rotation of the shield wall of the Oslo army, and led hundreds of heavy infantry to destroy the withering and decaying all the way.

The War Chiefs realized that the tide was turning, and tried to persuade the Blonde King to run away with them.

The Blonde King was as silent as a mountain, unmoved.

Watch the Oslo army as the collapse spreads.

They gritted their teeth and fled for their lives.

The people around him either turned around like a war chieftain or fell like a military minister.

By the time the Southern Expeditionary Army was near, the Blonde King was already alone.

"You want to capture me?"

Looking at Feng Dolph who rushed to the front, the blonde king grinned maniacally, and at the last moment, he resolutely jumped into the icy seawater.

The vision becomes blurry.

Are you going to die?

The memory flashed back quickly, flashing back to the first time he accompanied his father to plunder.

At that time, he was panicked and scared.

But when he received his father's affirmation for the first time after the victory, the harvest of the spoils of war, the fear of the enemy, and the joy of his family. Fear translates into excitement and pleasure.

He knew that he would never be able to adapt to the ordinary life again.

He has to constantly look for this thrill of life and death on the battlefield.

He wanted to enjoy the thrill of controlling the life and death of his enemies.

He wants to enjoy the trust of his comrades.

He was going to enjoy the fortune of a successful raid.

Slowly, kingdom after kingdom was destroyed.

Unconsciously, he has far surpassed his father's achievements and has become a legend of the ice sea in the poet's story.

Then there is the curse of aging.

The original magical power of the wind and rain in his body was gradually withdrawn by the gods, leaving only a hidden illness and dark wound left by the battlefield, and a hand trembling that could not even hold the sword.

In the dead of night, the glory of the past emerges in dreams.

There is the Dniester River, the majestic posture of the Goths galloping with guns.

There's the Pembre Forest, the Welshman's Phantom of the Jungle.

There are sea battles on the furious waves of the Mediterranean, with thousands of sails galloping.

There is the yellow sand of Egypt, and the golden crown of the pharaoh shines.

All memories fade away.

"My heart is full of joy, just because the main god Odin has already arranged the benches for the banquet."

I don't know who hummed the ballad softly.

"It won't be long before we can raise our curved horn cups and drink from malt."

Eternal darkness is coming.

It seems that someone is asking: no regrets?

He said, "Never."

The dead warriors stood on the dragon-headed warship, stretched out their hands to him, and pulled him up with a smile.

Get on board and Odin will fight alongside you.

The blonde king is an epic hunk who has buried the thread from the beginning, and he wants to give an epic ending, but his state is too bad today.

From sitting in front of the computer in the afternoon, I wrote until 11 o'clock in the evening, and it took me most of the day to finish writing.

(End of chapter)