Rebirth of the Viking King

Chapter 443 97 The Eve of the War

Before dawn, Ecbert had already left the Rainy Highlands with a hood on, disguised as a merchant again.

Jerome stood on the balcony of the Duke's Mansion and saw him off in a low-key manner.

This time, he could see that Ecbert was not here for any conspiracy, he was indeed here to pass on a message to the other six kings.

If they could get rid of the rule of the Plantagenet family, the annual tax revenue of the seven countries in the archipelago would at least double. No one would want these blood-sucking worms to stay in a country that was not given for a long time. As long as they saw an opportunity, they would definitely do their best to get rid of the commercial control of the Plantagenet family.

But on the other hand, even if the seven countries of England were unified, they would not be one-third of the land area of ​​France. It would be useless for a poor and weak country to actively provoke the powerful French Duchy and seek death.

They did not dare to take the initiative to stand by the Vikings, because they were afraid that if they were defeated, they would be greeted by more stringent commercial sanctions.

This is human nature.

Now, the seven great lords can only pin their hopes on the thousands of Normandy troops, hoping that they can create miracles as before.

Jerome has no confidence in this.

Because the owner of the greatest miracle, Loki, is not in the province now.

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The Viking pirates in the camp gathered in groups of three or five. They simply spread the linen square towels on the ground, and then took out the fine wine, fruits and rare foods from all over the Western Continent to share with their companions.

The brothers who got the boats introduced all kinds of secret anecdotes they saw in the vast sea. When they were drunk, they would take out strange musical instruments and play them while inviting the wheat-skinned female dancers to play a song.

As for the tribesmen who got the land, those who stayed in the two provinces took out the food they had accumulated for a long time and sent it to the barracks. Almost everyone did not hold back at all.

They knew that if this battle failed, the food would continue to be stored in the granary, which would only benefit the French bastards.

"My dear friends!" After drinking, a long-haired man with a naked upper body jumped onto the roof with a thud. Looking closely, it was Rolf, the "walker" who had just come to Yun Province to help.

"Praise Odin, for bringing us another slaughter!"

"Good!" Everyone who looked at him raised their glasses.

In the following days, Sat, Guraul, Phoenix, and Moklash Normandy vassals arrived with their troops one after another.

The gathering place chosen by Jerome was still the main city of "Salt County", Wanghai Fortress. On the one hand, it was because Wanghai Fortress, which was close to the coastline, had convenient transportation, and on the other hand. Duchess Elizabeth was pregnant. She didn't know that Loki had fallen into the hands of the French, and she was still waiting for him to come back every day.

Jerome didn't want to make too much noise in Shilin County.

The most difficult thing in the world is a girl who is about to become a widow after just getting married.

Especially when the girl is still pregnant, Jerome feels that his head is three times bigger just thinking about it. For the gentle duchess, it is better to keep this matter secret from her before the dust settles.

All the vassals who responded to the signs once again poured into the seaside castle. At this time, the interior of the Wanghai Fortress was already crowded with marching tents for temporary residence.

Walking among them, Jerome found that the Vikings were still the same as he was familiar with.

Three years ago, 30 hunters in Hanshui Village dared to take up arms to resist the 500 shield axemen sent by Duke Bernard.

And now, they are facing enemies with more than ten times their number again, and they also have no negative emotions. Hearing that Duke Loki fell into the hands of the enemy, all the Normans who went out returned within this month. Even if some people have built new homes overseas, they did not hesitate to lead all their subordinates to join this great war.

"Praise Thor for allowing us to meet here today!"

"Good!"

"Finally, praise our Duke Loki, who alone killed 72 French nobles in the Inquisition! Praise our king!"

"Cheers!"

Two months ago, the battle with the Deep One almost broke all his ribs. Even if Priest Lawrence rescued him personally, he would have to lie in bed for at least half a year before he could walk normally.

However, just two months later, he appeared in the barracks again wearing bear skin and carrying a big axe.

This is a medical miracle.

Master Clint did not join the noisy gathering of other companions around him. Although every Viking man who passed by him would pat his chest with both hands and greet him with the highest regards, the old man still chose to sit alone in front of a campfire.

He looked at the flickering fire with a bright look in his eyes, with many complex emotions in his eyes.

"Wansha, Sanji, Sicord, and Feis brothers, wait for me in the Hall of Heroes for a while. I will soon meet you with the head of the old lizard!"

Gudong, gudong, everyone picked up the horn cup at the same time and drank the beer in the cup.

"I know all of you!"

"Since our naked teenage years, we have been hunting in the dense forest with simple bone knives!"

"When we grow up, we enter the cage! Kill the dire wolves! Stand in a row, be given arm rings and women by the old duke, and get the right to go to sea to plunder! I know each of your faces, just like I know my parents"

"In a few days, if I can ascend to the Hall of Valor with you all, there is nothing more exciting in the world than brothers living together for the rest of their lives!"

"Whether I live or die, I will always remember this day!"

Jerome looked at Dean Lawrence behind him. The two of them were noncommittal and shook their heads at the same time.

The two monks who had lived in the Holy Lord's Church for most of their lives did not understand the simple friendship between these northern men. This feeling is simple, direct and pure, as long as we can wield the ax and fight together.

For them, this is the ultimate happiness.

Among this group of excited tribesmen who drank from large bowls and ate meat, what surprised Jerome the most was that he actually discovered the figure of Mr. Clint in a remote corner.

Rubbing his eyes hard to confirm again, Jerome asked Lawrence softly. However, Dean Lawrence didn't know how this old guy with half of his bones broken could stand up again in such a short period of time.

As an old man in his sixties, his bones are far more fragile than those of an average young man.

After saying this, he took out three big axes, two short and one big, which he carried on his back, and ground them hard on the whetstone.

Jerome and Lawrence looked at each other and sighed.

They were all "robbed" by Loki from Northumbria to Coldwater Village three years ago.

But then again.

Even if you persuade him to go back to bed to rest, what's the use?

Almost everyone in the two provinces has gathered here, from 10-year-old children to 60-year-old men, everyone has taken up arms. Once the war fails, they will immediately bear the dual wrath of England and France.

After walking around the camp to the end, Sartre and Gulaul returned to the central camp at the same time.

"After counting, we brought a total of 4,725 people."

"Okay." Jerome replied, "Ecbert has given me a clear answer. We can land near the English Channel."

In three years, they witnessed too many deaths in this village. Starting from Ahai, the "universal one", to XXX who died after drinking the magic potion, to Blind Mountain and Blood Pigeon who died in prison for no apparent reason, to the carpenter Sanghi, to Wenzov who died in France

As the veterans walked out of Hanshui Village and were promoted to the Hall of Valor one after another, old Clint naturally felt lonely.

This is the oldest Viking pirate from Hanshui Village. Normally, Duke Loki would call him Master Clint when he sees him. Such a person cannot even be controlled by the Duke. The two holy bishops The monks couldn't persuade him at all.

"The opponent's forces are too strong, so our only chance to win is when they are about to land on the coast. Half of them attack from the land and the other half encircle them from the sea."

"Ecbert will not send troops directly, but he will give us all the help we need."

"Well" Gulaur faced the low mountain outside the city and pointed to a lone cavalryman on the top of the mountain.

"The spies from the other six countries are already in place. What King Wessex said is true. Everyone in this land has focused their attention on us."

"On the eternal frozen soil, the grazing antelopes will bite when cornered. Let us shed the first ray of blood for these French friends."

The evening wind whistled, and everyone raised their wine glasses and drank them all in one gulp.

Crows were flying outside the window, ready to welcome the heroic spirits.