Rebirth of the Viking King

"Afraid of a bird!"

"We came here with our whole family today just to present a wonderful war to the gods! This is the first battle that I, Old Mo, will participate in as I return to the position of Duke!"

"You can leave if you want, but I will never go back! Today, no matter what, I will go to the land of those French bastards and poop a few times before leaving!"

Among the crowd, the first person to completely lose his patience was the 52-year-old Duke Angus Mokrash. From losing the Dragon's Breath Plateau to regaining the river valley now, this old pirate has experienced too much in the past three years.

In his heart, everything he has now is given by God King Odin. The lost territory and rights made him cherish every opportunity to show his power to the gods.

What's more, in this position, the more gold coins, the better. If even the dragon died, something great must have happened in France's territory.

Having lost the target of his autumn plunder, the anxious Duke Moklash urgently needed to find a land that could be plundered again.

In his sights, no place was more suitable than the wealthy Principality of France.

"I'll go too." Duke Phoenix, who was not far away, echoed, "If you and I are combined together, we have about 2,000 troops. At least we can look after each other!"

What he didn't say was, "The French nobles have so many gold coins, it's more than enough to feed our two families!"

**

Duke "Phoenix Coldstone" of Salt County is the most business-minded of all Loki's vassals.

Unlike Mokrash, who picked up a big ax and only thought about where to rob every day, the father of the Phoenix siblings was an outstanding Varyag mercenary. Sufficient money allowed them to attend missionary schools and stay with children from merchant families since childhood.

After coming of age, his sister Letty Coldstone returned to Frosthill to inherit the title, while Phoenix continued to stay in the Mediterranean as a businessman.

It wasn't until his sister died in Frost Ridge that he returned to Scandinavia and took over the position of Duke.

When Phoenix returned, the frost people of Frostfree Ridge, under the leadership of Letty Coldstone, had mastered the technology of hunting humpback whales and boiling whale oil through more than ten years of development, and successfully turned it into The pillar industry of Shuanghan Ridge.

Even if he follows Loki and moves to Wanghai Fortress, Phoenix has no intention of abandoning this way of making money.

Whale oil is an essential raw material for the production of soaps, high-end pigments, and lubricants. The demand for whale oil among the residents of the Western Continent is so great that this commodity in short supply has always been a hot commodity with a price but no market. In order to get more whale oil, the workshop owners in Paris even used various means to bribe Father Francis.

Phoenix, who sensed business opportunities, now needed a large amount of gold coins to expand his whale hunting fleet. For this reason, he did not hesitate to take risks.

Opportunities are always reserved for those who are willing to work hard.

I heard that with two dukes taking the lead, the Vikings could no longer stand. "Walker" Rolf and "Porcupine" Govin. The well-known pirates in the river valley joined their team one after another.

When this happened, Jerome couldn't help but marvel again at Loki's talent.

He really does not have the ability to organize such a group of unorganized and undisciplined people, almost all of whom act impulsively.

Is it possible that the French have laid a trap on the other side waiting for them to come?

This possibility exists.

But not big.

First of all, it's not that they don't understand how many troops the two Norman provinces can gather. When their military strength is at an absolute advantage, they don't need to expend such effort to play any "strategies".

Secondly, for the proud French, they killed the dragon they were proud of, sacrificed hundreds of soldiers at the same time, and turned the entire coastline into a slaughterhouse of flesh and blood.

The Arabs were cunning enough to do such a thing, but the French simply didn't bother to make such an arrangement.

This is completely inconsistent with their usual behavior.

When all possibilities are eliminated one by one, no matter how unreasonable the only remaining guess is, it is also the only remaining truth.

"Could it be that the French army on the opposite side was really killed by some 'irresistible' mysterious force?"

Everyone looked at each other in shock, and finally acquiesced to their subordinates' capricious behavior.

**

The long boats were lifted out of the dense forest and thrown into the sea. Not long after, nearly 300 long boats were already fully loaded.

Compared with the excited Vikings, Captain "Vangelis" of Wessex was obviously a little more cautious.

It can be seen from his name that this is not a local resident born on the English Islands. He comes from a small fishing village called "Amsterdam" on the outskirts of the Principality of France, and has been engaged in the smuggling trade on both sides of the English Channel for a long time.

If Loki's men hadn't killed all the professional soldiers in Wessex last fall, this budding smuggler would never have been able to sit in the position of Captain of Ten Thousands.

Ecbert had no choice but to promote him. Wessex has long imitated the rule of the French Principality, valued merchants and farmers, and controlled the remaining six countries with a strong commercial monopoly.

As for combat power, because of the existence of the Dragon Knight, Ecbert did not spend much thought on the army.

After all his reliable knights and generals were dead, he looked around and found that among all the vassals, only this lawless smuggler had some experience in cultivating a private army.

Compared with the academics who came out of the Zhan Zhan Academy, Vangelis must have a bit more wildness that comes with being born in the city. Over the years, like rats traveling across the Taiwan Strait, "caution" and "low-key" have become two symbols deeply engraved in the bone marrow.

After bowing and bidding farewell to Jerome and the others, Vangelis mounted his high horse and galloped back to the valley where the Wessex militiamen were hiding.

Just after jumping off the horse, the first order he made was to let the waiting Moa Knight take off again.

"Listen, follow closely behind this group of crazy Vikings and watch carefully to see if they encounter any resisters along the way!"

"If there is really no resistance along the way, if the French troops are really hit by some mysterious force, don't hesitate, turn around and send a signal immediately!"

"After living for more than half of my life, I have discovered that nothing is impossible in this world! Maybe their Odin master is happy watching it from the sky, and he personally comes down to earth and hammers all these French bastards to death. That's right. Hard to say!"

"Understood, let me go quickly!"

After the Moa Knight took the order and retreated, he turned to look at the Marine Commander beside him and issued the second order.

"Ready the ship for me immediately!"

"Any boat will do, even a civilian fishing boat, or even a simple bamboo raft! As long as it can float on the sea, I'll recruit it right away!

I need a ship that can transport all these 100,000 militiamen to the other side of the strait! "

"As long as these 100,000 people can be sent safely, I will give you credit for this battle!"

The "Naval Commander" under Vangelis was his smuggling leader just three months ago. Although these are all a group of subordinates who come from the market, the villains in the market also have the advantages of villains.

In terms of efficiency, they are much faster than the regular army that eats imperial food.

When everyone left, Vangelis turned to the 15 militia guards behind him. This was the time when Ecbert's omen militiamen, the militia leaders of major counties, although they did not even have a suit of armor, each of them had tens of thousands of militiamen under their command.

"I will leave the most important task to you!"

Vangelis blinked hard, seeming to have made up his mind!

"Tell your militiamen to throw away all their pitchforks and hoes, and each of them to bring 5, no, 10 sacks!"

"It doesn't matter what the material is, as long as it can hold things! If I don't have linen at home, I can make 10 temporary sacks out of sheets and curtains!"

"I only have two requests!"

need more!

be quick!