After Egil ordered the unknown castle of the unknown viscount to be slaughtered, the army's speed of movement significantly accelerated a lot. In Egil's view, the group of nobles were all sloppy and hard but not soft. After hearing that when they resisted Egil, they would be slaughtered, they were frightened like something, and rushed to Egil to show their loyalty. They were worse than pugs.

Although Egil wants a country without nobles - or with extremely weak noble power, it is obvious that his strength is not enough now. If he really annoyed nobles from all over the country, the only solution is to spend ten or twenty years of life, as the system elves said, and the violent soldiers became the public enemy of the world.

But that's not what Egil wants.

So, Egil received these nobles who took the initiative to surrender to him very gently, and took out the ones who accompanied the army, which they could only use the food they could get when celebrating victory, and held a small banquet. He also repeatedly promised that if he could hold power, he would definitely guarantee that the rights of all the nobles in Norway would remain unshakable for a hundred years.

Seeing Egil's sincere gaze, listening to his heroic tone, with agility and affinity bonus, the nobles present felt intoxicated by the earl's words, and even a little young and impulsive, they shouted directly: Long live the Grand Duke! Such a slightly outrageous word.

Egil criticized the boy on the surface, but it was neither salty nor light. This also made the lords and nobles who were working on it understand something slightly.

"...It seems that this count does have the position of inheriting the Grand Duke." The nobles exchanged glances with understanding.

Afterwards, the noble lords from all over the country mobilized again. A total of more than 10,000 soldiers were gathered to follow Egil's army. Although the combat effectiveness of these temporary recruited peasant soldiers was extremely weak, at least the Zheng family could win a little, making Egil's army look not so thin.

But, is this really good? Now is the time for spring plowing. The previous battle of Bergen has been delayed. After the recruitment is held, spring plowing will be completely delayed. There is only one chance to sow in the North Europe, such as fucking animals. If it is delayed, it will be dead.

Egil asked his temporary subordinates like this, but the answer he got was very unexpected.

"It's okay, people are afraid of death. In fact, when will people not die? No matter how good the harvest is, they will die. The refugees and other things fill Europe. Isn't it enough to collect a group of serfs?"

Nobles and other people do not consider the survival status of their serfs at all. In fact, they wish that their serfs would be busier. They have no time to think about other things, such as rebellion or something.

…Okay, maybe Egil is still not very clear about the rules of the game. But now there is no problem.

In early spring, the snow and the like began to melt and water penetrated into the soil, making the road surface extremely bad. Originally, it took Egil to rush here with Felix a month ago. However, at this moment, Egil's army had been leaving for nearly half a month, but still had not reached the place - this was the result of Egil's movement force bonus buff after sending all the prostitutes, vendors and the like that who accompanied the army away, and obtained the result of the movement force bonus buff.

Seeing that the war horse produced by the system had been running for a day, he was so tired that he was about to foam. Egil complained a little, then jumped off the horse's back - and then a lot of mud splashed, turning his shiny armor and the white fox fur cloak behind him into spotted dogs.

Of course, this is not the worst. On this short journey to his tent, Egil was trapped in the mud pond four times in total. Each time it took n a lot of effort to pull it out. It was thanks to his exchange for the advanced system before, otherwise he wouldn't have done it.

"Damn it."

Seeing that his boots were once again inserted into the mud pond and couldn't be pulled out, Egil cursed, then moved his feet little by little, slowly moving them out.

"This bad road situation is really impossible." Egil shook the mud on his boots, and then secretly swore that the first thing he did after becoming king was to change the road situation across the country. Highways and other things were naturally impossible. But at least we had to build a road comparable to Rome - of course, this still depends on the system.

Within these fifteen days, news came from the system that the light crossbow warship had been completed. Egil thought for a moment, then looked at the construction time of the crossbow warship, and it would take a month to build one. Fortunately, Biyad had already built three dry docks before. Each dry dock was started, and two crossbow warships could be built. Egil calculated slightly in his mind that within half a year, he could unify the entire Norway. In other words, the mentor Hu could get more than 30 warships equipped with crossbows, thirty sailors, and transport fifty soldiers at the same time.

In this era, such a fleet can basically dominate the entire North Sea. It is absolutely necessary to obtain sea control rights. Recruiting some other civilian ships and traditional Viking Dragon-headed warships will be no problem to transport a force of about 10,000. At that time, you will go to England to grab money, grain and territory. It is very comfortable.

By the way, there are those dwarf suckers, who can at least dispatch an army of tens of thousands of people. If they operate well, they can greatly reduce casualties in their own army. However, the dwarfs' seasickness problem must be considered slightly. After landing, they will not be able to help at all within a certain period of time.

With such a bad speed of progress, confidentiality is basically impossible. Moreover, I don’t know who gave the group of Bergen’s nobles courage. He directly pushed Olaf III’s child, who was less than three years old, to the position of the Grand Duke, called Olaf IV, and then rushed over with Bergen’s last little family background.

"I didn't defend the city? It seems that I was really underestimated." When I received a report from my own patrol cavalry, the other side's army of about 8,000 people was advancing in his own direction, Egil lamented like this.

Three days later, the two armies again faced the outskirts of Bergen. The Bergen noble alliance claimed that Egil was a shameless usurper. Egil claimed that he was appointed by Olaf III. As the prime minister, he was the candidate who had the most power to trust Bergen and guardianship of Olaf IV. Of course, these are all nonsense, and the final result still depends on the strength of both sides.

And Egil's strength is quite powerful.

The battle called the Second Battle of Bergen began. However, the two sides of the war were completely different. The nominal commander of the defense was Olaf III, who was less than three years old. In fact, it was a super loose noble alliance composed of three Counts, six viscounts, twenty barons, and one hundred and dozens of knights. And their enemy was the Biard army led by Egil.

The pace of the Bergen noble coalition was as usual. The light cavalry had exchanged fire for a short time. They fought in the early morning and began to reorganize the army in the morning. They could not officially fight until noon. However, the army under Egil on the opposite side was completely different.

He completely ignored the troops recruited by the nobles who came to surrender to him. After breakfast, Egil quickly ordered his direct troops to complete the army - and the fully professional army was completely rectified in just over twenty minutes. The crossbow soldiers were in front of him, and the Viking soldiers and Viking soldiers formed more than a dozen loose arrays, with Nordic archers and field sects interspersed among them, and patrol cavalry and tomahawk cavalry covering the two wings, but they were not very standard combination of infantry and cavalry formations. Then he rushed over while the opponent was completely unstable.

The coalition of nobles on the opposite side was still thinking after seeing Egil's army at first: Didn't the enemy have nearly 15,000? Why does it seem that there are much less than the legendary ones? Is it really God bless my king?!

However, the next group of guys was tragic.

The noble coalition was still in a mess. The poor ground conditions made their array speed slow down again. There were also many tragic recruitment militias who contributed their shoes to the mud with extremely high viscosity. No matter how you look at it, you feel cold.

It was in this situation that Egil's army charged forward. Amid the melodious horns, the battlefield sect shouted the name of God with all his might. The crossbowmen in the front row returned after a round of shooting, and then the Viking army wearing chain armor and holding a round shield of tomahawks rushed forward. Then, the Nordic archers hidden in it were rockets. At the same time, the cavalry on both wings had surpassed the central infantry cluster, and then turned to the enemy's side and rear wings.

Why is my enemy who wiped my tears so quickly?! This makes no sense at all?! The nobles on the opposite side think this way, of course, this kind of thing is like encountering a bug in the legendary Celestial Online Game. No one will pay attention to you if you complain or something.

"go ahead!"

"hold fast!"

"charge!"

"Back!"
Chapter completed!