Egil did not wait for his fantasy to submit to the people. On the way to Bergen, the villagers did encounter many, but they were all the more they drove from afar and hid as far as they could. Most people were frightened by his greed. Just a few days ago, his army was like a sieve, sweeping the entire Northern Norway. Humans had not yet forgotten to that extent.

Originally, several local nobles who were blocking the road did not open the city and surrender as Egil imagined. Anyway, these guys thought that their castle - these bastards, actually called the garbage piles piled up with soil and wooden boards, called the castle?!

Egil could not imagine that it was just like that, then he piled up the soil, then surrounded it with a pile of wooden boards, and then erected a few wooden arrow towers. Such things can be called castles?!

Your sister is cheating!

However, although such a simple fortification was still a problem to attack. So Egil decisively ordered the engineers to move two crossbows from the transport carriage, and took nearly an hour to assemble and shoot. Then, they were moved out with a rope wrapped in the back, and the barbs in front of them seemed to have more spears than crossbows. They entered the crossbow machine, and then the winch creaked and turned and sterns. Prepare and launch!

Then he shot. He shot decisively, shot with full impact, shot through a thin layer of film - I mean the wooden board, and then shot a fool with extremely low rp behind the wooden board - the huge inertia led the guy back several meters, and while falling to the ground, he was nailed to the ground by a spear - I mean the crossbow arrow.

Although the guy was shot through the lung lobe, he didn't know whether it was lucky or unfortunate, but he still did not die. He moaned in great pain. Moreover, because a big hole was inserted into one lung, the sound was leaking with the wind, and it sounded hoarse like the scream of an evil ghost in hell.

After that, the expressions of the others next to him changed directly.

This castle - let's call him a castle - belongs to a viscount. At least, Viscount still has five knights, employed nearly fifty mercenaries, and nearly two hundred of his own recruited peasant soldiers. Together, the castle has nearly three hundred garrisons. The viscount is full of confidence and believes that as long as he holds for three or five days, the enemy will retreat - after all, in this era, there is no deep hatred, so why do you need to fight to death? At worst, you can talk to the guy outside the city. Become soft and let others live and live a favorable life, so that's all.

So, these ideas are completely rubbish and useless at all.

Immediately afterwards, another giant crossbow shot through the wooden fence, and no one was shot to death this time. But as the crossbow arrow was buried under the ground all of a sudden, the tail of the crossbow arrow with a rope tied behind it was still trembling. The people around him looked even worse. Finally, in this silence, some people thought the unlucky ghost at the beginning was so naughty that he slapped his neck with a sword, ending his pain, and at least it was a good deed.

"Vissue...I think, let's surrender..." said the fat butler standing next to Viscount, trembling all over.

"Sir, you can't surrender - the chivalrous spirit is to move forward bravely and persevere!" The knight next to him immediately glared at the butler desperately, and then said.

Of course, Egil, who was standing outside the city, would not hear it. Seeing that the power of his own crossbow cart was as good as he imagined, Egil was quite happy.

"The penetration is enough, so what's the destructive power... hurry up and pull the rope for a few people." Egil ordered this. After that, several Viking soldiers who were quite fresh ran over and pulled the rope with the engineers to tie the crossbow arrow. Then the people in the "castle" saw the crossbow arrow move suddenly, and the pulling force of more than a dozen people was quite large. In an instant, they pulled out the crossbow arrow, which was connected to some soil, blood and a piece of lung leaf. After that, Kara, Kara, and two sounds, the barb on the crossbow arrow was directly fixed on the wooden wall. Then, with another force, the wooden wall was pulled directly.

"It's a very good design." Egil chuckled. The Viking warriors who were watching this scene also cheered a lot - just like this, once, twice, and a few times later, the enemy also learned to be good. Seeing the crossbow arrow flying over and inserted it to the ground - or after it was put on the body, it would quickly run over and cut the rope above. However, despite this, the wall on the front of the "castle" had almost been demolished. Egil could see the blue faces of the guys on the opposite side with his telescope.

Immediately afterwards, Egil waved his hand and seemed to be saying: "Ah, lunch is really sumptuous today." He ordered: "Charge, kill them all."

Immediately afterwards, the surrounding guards knights processed the orders of their own counts in art, and then shouted loudly: "The whole army charges, no one can stay!"

Immediately afterwards, the patrol cavalry and tomahawks rushed out from both sides of the military formation as if they were sprinkling beans, and went around directly to control both sides of the castle, preparing to attack when the enemy abandoned the city and fled.

Afterwards, the long-range soldiers holding crossbows were the first to be hit and ran in the first row. The crossbow militia with no armor and the Nordic archers equipped with leather armor were advanced very fast. In just a few minutes, they had already entered the range. After two rounds of arrow rain, many places in the wooden city blockade were already ignited, and the choking smoke and hot flames once again reduced the morale of the guards.

Afterwards, thousands of Viking warriors roared up, like crazy, and rushed towards the ruined city block in the roar of "Legis!!".

"..." At this moment, I saw the recruitment of peasant soldiers, servants and serfs, listening to the futile shouts of their knights and the crying of their wives and their wives and daughters. I saw the family's foundation that had been passed down for hundreds of years was destroyed. Viscount felt a heart-warming pain - then a burst of blood surged, as if the pride and courage of my youth had once again returned to him.

"Charge!!!" Viscount used all his last little strength and roared like this. Then he pulled out his sword and rushed towards the enemy who had gained thousands of times more than him as if he was crazy. Then he was flooded by the Viking warriors who seemed to be flooding...

Of course, these things are destined to be remembered. The last shout of a small nobleman in the Nordic country after his family was destroyed. Although it was romantic, it was also very stupid. Yes, it was very stupid. It was like Zhang Ya's clawless mantis in front of a chariot.

I'll crush it.

That night, Egil recalled what happened during the day in the tent in the military camp, and then said to himself.

Of course, besides himself, someone can hear this sentence.

Let's be considered human.

"So, what do you want to do? Kill all the nobles on this land?" asked the system elves.

"They are related to you?" Egil closed his eyes and rested his head on his arms and complained in irresistible ways.

"Do you know how many nobles were from various countries except for kings in the Middle Ages?" asked the system elves.

"It's probably the same number of fleas on them." Egil continued to complain.

"...Do you know how powerful the united power of those nobles is? If they want, the French king can be so sucked."

"But England had already completed centralization at the same time. Edward III claimed that the castles in England were completely his... This is also the reason why Britain's victory was always the battle between Britain and France. If there were no Joan of Arc or something, France would probably be done."

"Edward III just claimed this way to prevent the nobles from breakfast - it would still cost a lot of money to buy it from the nobles afterwards." said the system elf.

“So what?”

"No, you become a public enemy of the Norwegian nobles and then you are united and destroyed by them-or you pay decades of life to exchange me for coupons, and then unify the world or something."

"Where is the knight class."

"So the knight class also belongs to the nobles, bastards!"

"No, in my sense, knights and self-cultivating farmers have the same meaning."

“Eh?”

"After the real estate was enthroned, the lords would be recruited to serve in the military and prepare their own weapons and food. There should be such a system in every country in the world. The Western knight system, the Eastern military household system, the Ottoman Spasi system, the Mughal system, the Japanese samurai system... These countries around the world have adopted such military systems to a greater or lesser extent. Do you think this is a coincidence?"

"What the hell are you going to say?" asked the system elf.

"I mean, nobility with too strong power is absolutely unreliable. Self-sufficient and has a certain social status - this is the reliable armed force. They own land, property and social status - for ordinary people, these things are enough for them to fight for. They may not know what 'defense' means, but they must know what 'protect the family' means," Egil said.

"...It sounds like it makes sense, but no matter what other military households in the Celestial Empire seem to end up in collapse."

"Tsk, this class in other countries is actually the masters, the warriors, and the military households of the Celestial Empire. The military households are all slaves, and the land has been occupied. Such a social status will naturally not be able to protect the property in their hands. It would be strange if such a system does not collapse."

"So, what exactly do you want to do?"

"In the future, I will build a country."

"That's right. If you can win all the way, you will always build a country." The system elves replied.

"What I want to build is a country without privileged classes. Or, the only privileged class is the self-cultivated farmers - military households - knights who can go to the battlefield..."

"No, no, no, no, this is not your original intention, the reason you really want to do this is that you just want to have the final say, completely monopolize power, completely dictatorship and autocracy, and completely no one shares power with you... That's right."
Chapter completed!