Speaking of which, it is not the first time for Alfred to be beaten by the Vikings. In fact, in his early war career, ninety-nine percent of the situations were chased by the "damn Vikings". Although this technique has not been practiced for a while, it seems that he is not too unfamiliar and can still play tricks.

So, under the cover of the night, Alfred took the lead, walked forward bravely, and rushed towards freedom.

At this moment, Alfred thought for a moment: "York City was just burned a few days ago, and it must be impossible to recover in such a short time. There is no food and salary inside and no reinforcements outside. If you flee back, you can only wait for death...

But Alfred still couldn't bear to let it go. With more than 50,000 troops, Alfred thought to himself that even if the other party could capture some and escape some more - if he stayed in York, he could at least gather 10,000 or 20,000 troops.

But, can these troops, these troops, who have just been tortured by the Vikings, defend York City?

Alfred really dared not take risks. In the end, he gritted his teeth and decided to give up York City.

Under the cover of night, Alfred and the dozens of guards around him were like dogs that were strayed or fish that were missing. They rushed to London in a hurry...

The coalition won a great victory, and everyone was joking. The soldiers generously took out all the spoils. They poured the whole bucket of ale directly into the pit, and then jumped in to take a shower. They took out big bags of flour to make snowmen. They slaughtered a large number of livestock and war horses, and burned York City as firewood... In short, how to play the disaster, how to spend money. In an instant, Egil's cruelty rose again, and he gained the attributes of a cruel conqueror, personal safety - 1, brutality + 2.

But these are not the key points. The key point is that the coalition forces won this time - and the coalition forces themselves only lost more than 5,000 people. The main strength is still there. The English, roughly estimated, had nearly 10,000 people died, and more than 30,000 people surrendered or captured. More than 10,000 people were lucky and slipped away. But it doesn't matter. After this battle, the whole of England would definitely not be able to gather an army that could fight the coalition forces. So...

"Win, win, win, win..." Egil smashed a bucket of wine and poured it on his head, laughing and shouting. Speaking of which, at least 70% of the coalition's moral character is because of the bad heads led by the head coach.

"However, that Alfred is not dead yet. After asking the captives, it can be judged that this guy has escaped safely... Are you so happy now, is it really okay?" asked the system elf.

"It's okay - I sent Carter out a few days ago."

"Well, it's nominally a land battle, and it's a little waste in the navy's words. At the same time, it's necessary to transport some spoils back to Norway - in fact, do you want to go on the water and raid London?" The system elves also reacted and asked.

"I can barely give you a normal IQ score." Egil said without knowing whether it was a compliment or a loss: "After conquering England, if nothing unexpected happens, Scotland should be faster... But the United Kingdom of Ireland-Welsh is a little troublesome... For mountain jungle combat, you have to think of some other ways..."

At this moment, England had not bought it yet, and Egil had already started yy.

"Scotland, what's wrong with Scotland?" asked the system elves.

"Although, he got along well with William Wallace... but this person is better off still dead." Egil said with a sneer.

"oh?"

At the same time - just when the coalition forces defeated England, Scotland suffered an equally tragic fate in the north of the British Isles.

He mobilized five thousand troops to the country, and some other pieces of the game. At this moment, Kenneth I suddenly realized that there were not many people left in his country. No matter how much he got together, those with high and low shoulders, long and short legs, and mouse hands (?) seemed to have no way to have too much combat power.

So Kenneth I was helpless in leading this army towards the mountains in western Scotland.

Later, on August 31, Kenneth I met with Edward Daw, the Black Duke. The scouts on both sides did not know why they did not find each other. This directly led to the occurrence of this encounter that neither side expected.

And after that, the heads of scouts on both sides were chopped off.

The English vanguard was a team of dozens of horse-riding soldiers. These cavalry wearing leather armor and spears were barely combat-powerful. At least slightly stronger than the horse-riding militia and the Hobira Rangers. However, their reaction ability was slightly worse. Seeing several Avatar-like faces suddenly appearing in the grass opposite, several cavalry were stunned at the time. Then they were chopped over by an axe by the opponent. However, the highland axe soldiers on the opposite side were obviously out of control. They originally wanted to go up and chop the cavalry's waist, but they cut it on their thighs. Then the cavalry hissed in pain, but their hands were not slow. The spear stabbed directly and stabbed the opponent in the chest.

Perhaps, the outcome of the two soldiers in the first round of the fight between the two sides also predicted the final result of the two armies - after that, the horse-riding soldiers poked the small pile of highland axe shield soldiers with a little effort. There were not many people left. However, taking advantage of this moment, the commanders of both sides reported it.

The Black Duke Edward made a quick decision and withdrew to a small hill next to him with more than a thousand long archers under his command. Half of the remaining cavalry groups also moved to the hill, while the other half were divided into small teams, and I don’t know where they were running.

Immediately afterwards, Kenneth, who was one star lower than Alfred's dominance, led the Scottish army to charge against the mountains defended by the English.

The Scottish people lived in the Scottish Highlands for a lifetime. Although they did not say that they were walking on flat ground, they were almost the same. The speed of climbing mountains was obviously much faster than Edward IV imagined.

However, it's still useless.

Back then, the Black Duke crossed France and brought the longbowmen to turn the French knights into scum. The cavalry was much faster than the infantry in any case. However, it was still useless.

The few highland archers in Scotland are not enough for anyone to attack. They are thrown several streets by the English longbowmen in terms of range, shooting speed and accuracy.

However, Kenneth I also had an estimate in his heart. The Scottish mountain people were brave and fierce. They were extremely strong in melee combat. As long as they could rush up the mountain and start hand-to-hand combat, they would definitely win.

However, the wishes are beautiful, and the reality is cruel. When the Scots finally rushed to the mountain, Edward IV's brutal value of up to six o'clock took effect. Immediately afterwards, the English cavalry charged. The Scots ran down with armor and dripping off. The Scots organized seven charges in a morning, and the real results were really good... They touched the mountain five times in total. Then they were driven down by the counter-charge of the English cavalry. The remaining two times only ran to the hillside, and were shot into pieces by the English longbowmen. The Scottish army, with extremely low armor rates, had almost no resistance when facing the English longbowmen, and was shot like a scum.

At this moment, seeing that the enemy had no strength to rush up, Edward IV decided to counterattack. The cavalry that had run away in advance was inspired by the loud shouts of killing and rushed out of the hiding place. Cooperating with the charge of Edward IV's cavalry from above and down.

The Black Duke, wearing pure black armor and a hoodie, took the lead, swinging the sword in his hand repeatedly, showing extremely clever swords and riding skills. At the same time, the brutality value of up to six points also played a role. The Scots, who had been tired for a long time, suddenly suffered such an impact and collapsed suddenly. However, Kenneth I was not like Alfred. He was so despicable that he saw that the situation was not far behind. Instead, he shouted, wanting to get the Scots to gather again. Then...

After that, there was no more. Kenneth I was cut off by Edward IV, and the five thousand Scottish army was destroyed. Then, Edward IV led his army and attacked in the direction of Edinburgh.

Afterwards, Kenneth I's death and the defeat of Emperor Alfred were almost at the same time to the commanders of both sides. Seeing William Wallace's dull look, Egil sighed in his heart, "It's true." The final result of the battle between the two armies was expected before. Now England has suffered a heavy blow and more than half of its territory has been lost. If Scotland cannot recover from now on, it would be the best...

The next day, Egil led all the Scottish army to leave the coalition and return to Scotland. Before leaving, Egil privately hinted that Wallace "that can be replaced" and that if necessary, "Norwegian and the Dwarf coalition will not hesitate to support it with force." Wallace was speechless. He did not agree, but did not object.

At the same time, Edward IV strode his palm after receiving the news, "Why is that old man not dead yet?! The rabbit is really a rabbit who is running faster than anyone else." At this moment, the Black Duke no longer intends to stay in a remote countryside like Scotland. In his eyes, the English throne is waving to him. Of course, if he wants that thing, his current military strength is definitely not enough. So...
Chapter completed!