Dividing the spoils is an art;
Certain conditions originally negotiated will change drastically under certain incentives.
From the Oran Army, excluding those knights who can build manors in the County of Cambridge and become Chinese and British nobles,
Without exception, everyone else regarded this war as a way to make a fortune.
Every manor needed people to supplement their labor force, so they hunted down farmers and took away everything of value in sight.
The clerical monks who were responsible for recording this battle also encountered great difficulties.
The originally prescribed organizational structure was completely disrupted after entering the city. Everyone dispersed into various teams, bringing their own monks with them.
They killed people at will, and even put makeup on the heads of dead civilians, saying they were rebels or Vikings.
This will lead to more military success.
Some aristocratic maids were so good-looking that they wanted to take back the knights who warmed their beds, so they started fighting outside the city and even fought with swords...
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South, within Wessex.
A temporary levy of six hundred sergeants was keeping an eye on the north.
There was an endless stream of people fleeing from the north to the south of Cambridgeshire.
Some knights with righteous hearts cursed the flying eagle to the north.
"These are the people in need in the North. We should help them, everyone."
Alfred waited for everyone to vent their anger and winked at the people around him.
The people around him replied, "According to the agreement, we cannot cross the previously set boundaries. Your Majesty, who possesses the seven virtues, could betray his allies."
As long as there is a reason to go down the stairs, the knights will remain silent after scolding them.
Alfred knew clearly that maybe some people were jealous just because they didn't get their share of the dirty laundry.
But it's okay to pull Olan's hind legs.
After the king, who was well versed in building momentum, whispered for a while to the monk who was passing the records beside him,
Then someone took some of the refugees with some status to a place and gave them food and shelter.
It is impossible to accommodate all the thousands of people. They only need the relatives of the manor owner or the minor nobles.
These people are human beings in their eyes.
"Who gave you clothes?"
"Your precious King Alfred!"
"Who saved you from fire and water?"
"still......"
“Very well, you shall remember and sing the name of the king, and the evil and injustice done... Knights of the north armed with arms, surrounded by vicious monks, professing justice,
The black light on the armor will cover your eyes, take off your clothes, and cause you to be burned by the fire of karma.
The bloody sword penetrated the wooden door of the castle, and deathly silence enveloped Cambridge. Joy and laughter disappeared, and screams and death knells rose and fell one after another.
The devil will kill everything..."
The king's envoys educated these people and weaved what they saw in Cambridgeshire into a collection of stories that spread throughout England.
Soon, another eight days passed.
Damn it, after everything that should be quiet stopped moving,
Cambridgeshire is completely peaceful.
What was left to Oran was the near-total destruction of Cambridgeshire.
One of the people responsible for turning Cambridge into such chaos was Shrike.
When the knights on the left and right asked this boy, his answer was also very straightforward, "In the past two hundred years, more than 300 people have been called kings in the entire British Isles. Although you are our king, our status is also extremely noble. If you work hard, you will be rewarded. , now a group of foreigners want to share our interests,
I know that your Excellency does not want to grant Cambridge to those nobles who were originally loyal to Mercia.
By doing this, I weaken the strength of the foreigners, and the wealth I earn will be given to you in the future.
Show my loyalty, all for the country, for England!"
Olan likes to talk empty words, and his subordinates learn quickly and well.
By doing this, Shrike seriously damaged the rights and interests of his ally Lesio. In order to avoid being held accountable by his allies,
He also cleverly asked his men to change into other clothes and pretend to be robbers at different times to avoid detection.
The aristocrats regard Cambridge as a cake. You cut it and I cut it.
Fragmented.
Reports of people's pleas for mercy were delivered to King's Landing one after another.
After Oran presided over the funeral, he could not go down to administer justice immediately because the New England political system he established was being drafted.
After recent arrangements and repelling the Viking Dragon Girl, Olan has built five smaller guard towers on the land of Galloway in the northwest district, which can quickly support the joint forces. As long as hundreds of people are deployed, they can effectively prevent The first wave of Vikings strikes in Love Island,
The cooperation with the Scottish mountain people was due to Olan's murder of his subordinate Sheriff Tyrrell (although outsiders had no evidence, it also aroused suspicion among the Scots).
Tyrrell was an important person involved in the contract between the two countries at that time. After his death, the cooperation between the two parties fell into suspicion.
But they did not take action first, giving Oran time to consolidate domestic pressure and join forces with Fei Shen to eliminate hidden dangers in the south.
Marrying Pendor's daughter as a concubine, she made him surrender in disguise and dominate the Wales area on the surface.
A great contest was held again, and the Lionheart King endorsed it to stabilize the situation in England.
Cooperation with Denmark (Lagertha and others) can also expand trade routes to Eastern Europe.
Even though there are still many hidden dangers inside, from the map, Britain is already an extremely powerful force.
On paper, he is one of the strongest princes in Beihai (also because Beihai is vast and sparsely populated).
The nobles were not content with a shabby Cambridge, and soon there were calls for war in Oran.
It doesn't matter if you fight the South or Ireland.
For those knights who don’t recognize themselves, or the newly promoted military nobles,
The land and population on the country's books are growing rapidly, and this is enough.
They need more pastures, woods, mines and living slaves to enrich themselves.
At the end of the year, he wrote a handwritten letter to Edward in the South.
The child's mother passed away, and Olan wrote and revised this letter again and again.
First it was explanation, and then it was changed to encouragement.
I wrote one letter but didn’t send it, then I wrote another one, so I wrote eleven letters in total.
Finally, he threw all eleven letters into the furnace.
Write another greeting letter that is smooth and unremarkable.
When this letter came to the south.
After many checks (checked by Fei Shen), it was determined that there were no problems before it was handed over to Edward.
What is it like to lose a loved one? Edward had only seen scenes of servants dying and his family crying.
I thought I was crying, crying sadly.
But when I saw what my father wrote, "The Lord has led your mother to the land of milk and honey..."
He is as motionless as a stone,
Don't move for one day, don't move for two days...
He doesn’t eat, drink, or cry. He just lets the Lord take him away.
If Adisha hadn't ignored Oran's objections and came to the South Country in person to take care of Edward for a month,
This weak and sad child will be like a dilapidated thatched house, which will collapse when the wind blows.
Adesha cannot stay in the Southland forever, and the flying snakes are not welcome either.
In the spring of the next year, another mother left me.
Edward stood on the attic and watched, his eyes and heart drifting to King's Landing in that winter, when there would be a lot of snow in the surrounding mountains.
Then he walked out of the attic and went to the grassland with the noble children.
His squire, Credo, son of Kunsang, stopped competing with other children for strength,
The monster came quickly, first reported to Edward, and then used non-standard etiquette towards him.
The little prince from the North got better and began to play with others.
The maids said, "As for children, they will be forgotten once they are over."
In fact, there is another
The first way is to grow rapidly, to a level that is not in line with one's own mind.
Bloodline cannot lie to people, such as manipulating people's hearts.
One day Edward saw Credo being secretly excluded by a group of aristocratic children.
While he was taking out snacks to share with them, he told the second person in the group (an eight-year-old boy),
Talking about another leader child, mocking him for not having enough strength, he could only look at his back and be thrown to his feet.
Put your face close to the dust.
Later, he asked his servants to sell the cloth sent to him by his father, replaced it with coarse cloth, and then cut it into very small cloaks for these teenagers and children.
After being divided into two different colors, the children who had no previous barriers gradually began to have some friction. People of the same color often played together.
The people who once isolated Credo now play happily with him.
Edward coldly told Credo, "One person cannot defeat a group, then you join them, or let them join you, then control them, divide them, and become the only existence."
This is what my father taught me. After Edward's experiment was successful, he felt no joy at all.
If the father is right, it means the mother is wrong,
But he hoped it was his father who was wrong!
It should be very warm in the south, but Edward's heart can no longer warm up.
The little princess with whom he was engaged, every time Edward saw him, he would think of bloody scenes.
Sometimes his father kills his father, and sometimes it's the other way around.
The brighter she smiled, the sicker Edward felt inside.
His heart went on alone at an extremely crazy speed...
He no longer likes those white things.
White things become dirty when touched by dust. What’s the good thing?
Even the hunting dogs he raises have to be mixed.
Soon, there was almost nothing bright and bright to be found in his whole body, even in the furnishings of his room.
After all, as the prince of the North, the servants dare not take care of it, the local nobles do not want to take care of it, and the monks and followers do not want to take care of it.
It can only be classified as the moody temperament of a child.
Gradually, people no longer called him "Son of the White Eagle", but "Black Prince".
This was his first time living without his father, and he liked it.
He wants to separate everything from White Eagle, step by step.
One day, he didn't even want a prince.
He trained his martial arts crazily. During the day, he practiced swordsmanship and rode horses without missing a beat.
In the evening, he read various books, talked with monks from Frank and further away, and practiced his spoken English.
He heard many stories. Locked in the manor and castle, he heard many Eastern legends.
When he heard about the holy city of Jerusalem, he showed great interest;
After the Lord Christ died and was reborn, would he still have a chance to see his mother?
He wanted to see his mother again, just once.
"Unless pagans or birds, Christians now can't get close to the grandest Golden Temple, and can't touch the Holy Sepulchre, my lovely and studious little Excellency." The monk smiled.
"The Holy Father doesn't want to take it back?"
"Yes, one day."
"How long? I don't want to wait too long. Is twenty years enough?"
"All Christians should be patient. This is a very good virtue..."
"Think of a way to speed it up. Aren't the North Sea Crusaders fighting the Viking evildoers together? Can't they fight the Crescent Cultists?"
"..."
Edward's talks with the monks were fruitless.
He hopes to grow up quickly so that he can take a boat there...
He wanted to go to Tianzhu or Constantine after the Holy City.
Leave this damn place forever.
This Britain he loved and hated.
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The spring of 873 AD.
A letter of guilt came to King's Landing from the Danish seaport.
Two months ago there was a new pontificate, this time the white-haired bishop later known as John VIII.
This is a Pope who is very passionate about public welfare and opposes many unjust actions.
When he was still a cardinal, he was very close to Alfred.
As soon as he came to power, he sent a letter to the always friendly Franks pointing out the series of evil deeds in Oran in the past.
Let him send someone to Rome to plead guilty.
The letter first passed through Kunsang territory and then reached Oran's hands.
After nearly a year of digestion (killings and strict laws), North Britain is much more stable.
Coming with the letter was a pilgrimage merchant group of Frankish nobles.
They went to worship at the Earl of Holy Bones (formerly Canterbury Cathedral in the Kingdom of Kent).
Olan received the news and came to greet him in advance.
This Frankish nobleman, bought with money and women from Oran,
That night I called him brother and sister.
Oran was disdainful, "He was only introduced after all the forces recognized him. Otherwise, how could he get his turn?"
The intoxicated noble also said, "Yes...the Pope? How many knights does he have...hahaha..."
Former Cardinal Jihad, who was previously supported by Oran, lost the papal battle this time.
He lost a lot of money.
This letter was viewed by Oran as a form of revenge.
Then, throw it into the stove to add to the heat of the party.
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