"Half? You want to cut him?"
King Kausantan spoke out as a child followed him.
He is not very old, Olan is probably only seven or eight years old?
He is equipped with a sword that is about half as tall as himself.
"Donald" saw Olan staring at him, and he held the slender sword harder.
He straightened his body and pretended to be an adult, thus declaring that he was the future heir of the kingdom.
"I will let Tyrell marry your noble daughter."
"He is a prisoner, weaker than a woman." Donald interrupted again.
King Kausantan rolled his eyes at the heir and told him to shut up.
Judging from the movements and behavior of the two people, Olan also guessed who it was.
"Your Majesty, it's the same whether you marry or not. You ask for Edinburgh, saying that this is the land of the mountain people since ancient times, but for our country, this is a homeland that has been ruled by us for two hundred years.
I can't lose,
But if the hatred is not subsided, it will accumulate over time. I am willing to come here to talk just to resolve it.
Tyrell married a genswoman from your kingdom, but he stayed in Scotland. "
The proposal was new, and King Kausanthan asked, "What happens next?"
"The husband and wife rule Edinburgh together. I will give half of Edinburgh's taxes to Scotland. You control Tyrrell. Don't be afraid of me breaking my promise. If he and your noble daughter have children in the future, I will give him the land title. Such a person with such a The lords of the two bloodlines can serve as a buffer between us.”
Put aside the controversy and discuss it later.
King Kausantan had not thought about Oran's proposal, but he wanted more. The peace negotiated on the negotiation table was far less valuable than the peace achieved through fighting.
"Your words cannot be trusted. If you are really sincere, you can withdraw your troops first and give up half of Edinburgh's land. Then I will believe you." A clan leader next to the king spoke.
Maybe he was not satisfied with the conditions, maybe he was helping the king to ask for more.
Then Olan proposed land exchange, trade zone, or other buffers, but they were all rejected.
Apparently the Scots have an insatiable appetite.
But based on Olan's thoughts beforehand and the captured clan leaders, and through forced confessions, it was concluded that their harvest this year was not good, and they should not have any spare power to fight again?
After setting the tone in his mind to test King Santan's bluff, Olan's attitude also improved.
"I'll give you the last price, 70% of Edinburgh's tax tribute. There are twenty to thirty thousand people in that place. In addition, I can provide you with paper and some equipment."
"I think there is no need to talk anymore!" King Kausantan stood up abruptly.
Sometimes you think very clearly and are full of rational thinking, but your opponent would rather lose both sides with you, and sometimes even compete with you.
The King of Kausantan also forced the Northern Crusaders in Oran to fight against the Vikings from Tirrell and others.
At the Battle of Repton, the Unsa army killed Hestein and formed a blood feud.
The Viking kings have issued war orders, and Oran cannot continue to struggle with him.
Hold on for a while longer and fight!
Before Donald left, he gestured to Olan, then put his hand on his neck and wiped it for him, showing his confidence and ruthlessness.
In Galloway, the pride of the upper state lords reflected in the suppression by national power is nothing but bullshit in front of these mountain people.
Caesar?
No, a piece of shit.
The departing clan leaders also spit in their respects.
After the negotiations broke down, the two armies directly lined up.
Then the musicians among the mountain people played the bagpipes and the war song sounded!
"Hey, brothers, the wolf of England is howling in our wheat fields!"
"This is the land left by our ancestors, and we protect freedom."
"The sword is sharpened, and the chest is burning with fire."
"Don't be afraid, fight!"
The song spread across the earth, and Olan's face turned green.
The knights around him, such as Kunsang and Nanding, immediately asked Oran to leave.
"retreat!"
Olan saw that there were many people on the other side, so he endured it.
That night, the area they occupied retreated to the northern edge of Edinburgh.
Tyrrell, who had originally hoped to be exchanged for hostages, was disappointed after seeing the two armies shooting arrows on the battlefield, and was put back in the cage and humiliated.
For the next ten days, small-scale conflicts broke out between the two sides. Oran endured it again and again. At the same time, a team of mountain people entered Yewei County, but fortunately Adisha commanded it well.
Now the Ansa nobles, those close to the open sea, have begun to adopt scorched earth tactics, concentrating the population as much as possible and building wooden forts.
Although this gives up a lot of peripheral land, the security is greatly increased.
As long as the Vikings can't grab something, they will be passive.
After this method was used to prevent the Vikings, the mountain people failed to gain favor. They wanted to imitate the last operation in Edinburgh and stormed into the lord's castle, but they were repulsed by the united Yewei County people.
August will be gone in a blink of an eye.
Orland is anxious, and so is Scotland.
Autumn has already entered, and in a while, the northern border will be covered by snow and ice. If we still waste our national power with Oran, there will be great turmoil.
The Garro giants were also invaded by Scottish hillmen during this time.
Olan was lucky this time. If he talked to the mountain people first and was held back by King Kausantan, he would not have time to contact this group of Britons.
However, he formed an alliance first and then negotiated with Scotland, which greatly increased his flexibility. The Britons even dispatched an infantry team of 200 people to support Oran.
So, on August 24, the two sides entered the negotiation table again.
This time, in order to restrain their anger, the number of people on both sides was only one-fifth of the last time.
The number of soldiers decreased, but the number of subordinates remained unchanged.
Oran saw the king again.
He opens with the same welcoming line, "My dear brother."
Donald is there too.
As soon as he could walk, he was taken by the king.
There is no way, there is no entertainment for children in this era, even the children of kings.
After a while, he will start to learn to execute prisoners and increase his courage.
In this way, dissatisfied members of the kingdom, as well as external enemies, can be suppressed.
"Olan, I hope the conditions you propose this time will satisfy us."
After Donald sat on the chair, he gave orders to Oran with a victor's attitude.
This is a common problem among the sons of contemporary nobles. Their elders let them learn to kill too early.
There are many cases where children are allowed to mature and get married even before they are ten years old.
These children are regarded as adults, who do not like to learn etiquette and writing, and use swords and threats to fight against them.
If you drink wine as water, you will start to get sick in your twenties and thirties.
Oran directly picked up the water glass on the table and splashed it in his face.
Donald got up angrily.
"Boy, you must hold the sword tightly. Your sword exudes a sharp and powerful aura, but I'm afraid the sword will hurt you in turn!"
Then Oran looked at the king again, "Your Majesty, I married Malm. In terms of seniority, he can be regarded as this boy's uncle. The child has no education. As an elder, it is okay to teach him. What do you think?"
If King Kausantan was not here, he would hang the boy on a tree for three days to sharpen his character.
"Donald, put your sword away and listen quietly."
King Kausantan also wanted to talk about a good ending today and put forward the conditions that Oran proposed last time.
"Half for each person, this is my bottom line!"
The other party wanted to talk, but Olan lowered the conditions.
After just talking, this was the result. King Kausantan smiled, but the nervous expression of the leader next to him touching his sword was a reflection of his heart.
