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Chapter 74 The End of the Blonde King
As soon as Willy came out of the camp, he looked up and saw a majestic figure.

Taking a closer look, there is no anger in the eyes, and the blond hair is messy like a lion's mane. It is the blond king.

He looked at Bergen in the distance, and no one knew what he was thinking.

"My king."

Willy saw the Minister of Military Aircraft admonishing him hard: "The news that the five brigades have been annihilated has not spread yet. We must quickly block the news and stabilize the morale of the army."

Very solid decision.

Willie nodded secretly in his heart.

Food, loot, and the five brigades were all gone.

This is already a time of life and death for the entire army in Oslo.

If the news is not blocked, it is possible to do anything with the character of the Viking warriors.

The blond king didn't respond, as if he didn't hear it.

Willie didn't know what he was thinking.

Thinking of the self-cultivation of loyal ministers, he also stepped forward to persuade, and gave a more conservative suggestion: "King, I think we should withdraw now."

"There is no food now, and there are only a few days of food left in the army."

"I don't know how much it is. I just think it's too risky to capture Bergen before the food reserves are exhausted."

"After all, we are now missing five brigades, and our strength has been greatly weakened."

"And once the news of this process is leaked, the whole army will mutiny!"

Willie said honestly.

The minister of military aircraft also gave him a high look.

Such a conscientious and loyal minister, just because of his nickname of "Fox of the Northland", he is on guard against surveillance these days. I feel a little guilty.

"king!"

At this time, the war chiefs who came from Xunsheng also tried to persuade them repeatedly.

War chiefs are not afraid of death, they can accept dying heroically on the battlefield.

But because his house was stolen twice in a row, and then killed by his own soldiers... I feel aggrieved!It's so fucking frustrating!

It's like being proficient in martial arts, and just wanting to compete with others, the opposite party directly pulled out Chen Oquan's introductory mental method "Criminal Law"

You smiled grimly and said that this is not easy, we have to decide whether to compete or not!

After the opponent checked it again, he used a backhand to kill with a dump truck Iai.

Throwing the street!

Besides, I have enjoyed the good life of being a master, live well and continue to enjoy it, it is not shameful!

Every word you say and I agree with Willy's suggestion of retreat.

This is the only way to survive, and staying in the barracks is a dead end.

The movement of the five brigades was too loud.

Some people have been muttering what is going on these days, and the news will not be blocked for long.

Now because of the fierce attack on the city for many days, the loss itself is relatively large, and the mental pressure of each soldier is huge.

At this time, I want to hear that my comrades are gone, the food is gone, and my little money is not hot!

They think with an axe, and they can all think of the result of Ying Xiao.

Once there is a riot in the barracks, even if you want to leave, you can't leave.

Even if the soldiers can row away, as long as they go up, the angry soldiers will not care about this, they will only want to turn them into blood eagles!
"Flee, king!"

"Yes, Bergen is not aware yet and will not attack. The thieves are far away from here. It is the best time for us to retreat."

"king!"

"king!"

A sincere cry.

The blond king looked at them and laughed: "Where did you escape to?"

The Minister of Military and Aircraft nervously persuaded: "King, let's go back to Oslo."

"Although I don't know why it fell so quickly, I believe that as long as we go back, Oslo will still be our Oslo!"

"At that time, it will take a few more years to raise a large army again. Sooner or later, Bergen will be captured by us, and Vondorf, the despicable thief, will be crushed to death by us!"

Makes sense.

But the blond king shook his head: "On the ice sea, there is no king who let his soldiers die and ran away alive."

In order to achieve the goal, casualties can be regarded as numbers, but the most basic responsibility of the king cannot be forgotten.

Blonde King: "I will not block the news, and I will not hide it from the soldiers."

"I will tell them everything. Tell them that it is my fault as the king that they are in the danger they are in now."

The blond king took a long stride.

The Minister of Military Aircraft followed closely behind and shouted anxiously: "King, you will not make mistakes, these are all my faults!"

As the first batch of students, Willie was the only man who was promoted to master the platinum-level agent skills badge, and he was familiar with the teaching materials written by the saint.

He knew that the Minister of Military and Aircraft wanted the blond king to know his mistakes and correct them rather than admit them.

As a king, even if you are wrong, you can't admit it. This is to maintain the stability of the kingship.

Because the monarch loses his authority, he will be suspected by his courtiers, and his downfall is not far away.

As long as he takes advantage of the situation and dumps the blame on the Minister of Military and Aircraft, he will never make a mistake and his authority will be preserved. In fact, Willy doesn't think this can be called dumping the blame.

No one expected to be robbed.

In this case, it was originally the responsibility of the Minister of Military Aircraft that the Oslo army fell into the current desperate situation without making correct arrangements.

The blond king can't refuse
"What qualifications do you have to bear?"

The blond king patted the Minister of Military Aircraft on the shoulder, and continued to walk towards the soldiers' tents: "Step back, it is also the king's job to bear the fault of his ministers."

"king"

The Minister of Military Aircraft and the war chiefs watched in a daze as the blond king walked over.

I saw him talking loudly to the soldiers about this period of time.

See the anger of the soldiers like a blazing fire.

Seeing the old and lonely figure facing the anger of the army, the body did not waver in the slightest.

I saw the soldiers gradually calm down again and again.

tick~
At this time, raindrops fell.

Bergen, which rains more than [-] days a year, once again experienced heavy rain.

It was pouring rain, the blond king opened his arms, and his voice pierced through the rain curtain loudly: "You will ask, what should we do now?"

"The Great God has already told us the answer!"

"Everyone knows that mountain roads can get slippery with heavy rain."

"These thieves from the far north can't escape this time!"

"We will put a stop to these little tricks of theirs!"

"We have the blessing of the Great God, we will break free from the shackles, we will take back everything that belongs to us, and then take everything from the enemy!"

There seems to be a magical power about the blond king, making people believe that they can pierce the dark sky with him and spread light into the world.

The Viking warriors once again cheered for the king.

Even the loudest war chief who had just retreated raised his arms and roared: "Take everything back!"

I don't know if it's the rain or the old habit of hearing hallucinations.

The blond king seemed to hear someone asking: Obviously fleeing is the best choice, and obviously you can live without risk, why did you take the soldiers to this extremely risky road?
You are a king, are you not afraid of death?
The blond king pushed back his rain-damaged hair.

My body is full of glory and glory, floating in the clouds of life and death, why should I be afraid of this body?

After distributing the last grain reserves, the remaining [-] men of the Oslo army set off in silence.

The sound of rain gave them cover, and the Bergen defenders didn't notice it for a while.

By the time they realized something was wrong, the Oslo army was almost arriving at Nurhemsund.

"All evacuated?"

Olaf III couldn't believe it.

After confirming that it was correct, he turned to look at the messenger.

The messenger gave him a positive expression and briefly explained the situation.

Rainstorms come and go quickly.

Olaf III looked at the bright sun after the rain, and thought of the rumors that Bergen couldn't hide the decline of the weak army these days, and how he used to curse cowards before the battle.
He made a bold decision.

"Out of the city, pursue!"

The city gates were wide open, and the demoralized Bergen army walked on the muddy road after the rain.

Tread~
The muddy terrain is not suitable for horseback riding.

The spies ran on one pair of legs, and finally detected the movement of Feng Daofu's army when the Oslo army finished resting in place.

"On the Hardangerfjord!"

"As Wang expected, under the heavy rain, the mountains were muddy, and they didn't venture into the mountains to hide."

"Walk along the fjord, are you preparing to retreat through the waterway?"

"Absolutely!"

"We must not let them escape!"

Finally caught the trace, the war chiefs were very excited, and there was a lot of noise.

The blond king looked into the distance, and vaguely saw the formation of the Southern Expedition Army.

Backed by a U-shaped bay, surrounded by water on three sides, dozens of large vehicles block one side of the gap.

"This battle array."

The blond king was thoughtful.

The Minister of Military Aircraft frowned fiercely: "This can only be done by relying on the Navy."

After a while, the orderly brought bad news: "Holded by the Bergen Navy, the Victur Brotherhood encountered sea wolves!"

"Blow the trumpet and prepare for battle."

The Blonde Dynasty walked forward: "One more messenger, tell the other side, I invite their king to drink before the battle."

The Minister of Military Aircraft hesitated to speak.

But seeing the blond king's face, he didn't make extra arrangements in the end, but just found a messenger.

After a while, Feng Daofu got the news, thought for a while and agreed.

Before the battle.

The two kings looked at each other.

One is old and the other is young.

A draped placket, a black gold crown.

The two picked up horn cups filled with fine wine, no one spoke, they just drank to their heart's content without any secret calculations.

After drinking five drinks in a row, the blond king stopped: "The weak eat the strong, but the strong are not always strong, and the weak also have the opportunity to stand up, just like the young stag defeating the king of the herd. Young king, you know why I have to force them." Going to sea?"

"The death brought by the sword and ax in a moment is far less than the slow slaughter of hunger, cold insult, cruelty and grief."

At this time the blond king looked more like a philosopher than a king.

Feng Daofu looked at him and smiled: "Is that why you can't drink?"

Blonde King: "."

Feng Daofu pretended not to see the abnormality in his expression: "If you can't be inclusive, that's your problem. I don't want to accuse you from such a high position."

"My wisdom is all on the shoulders of giants. These giants are tall, not me."

"But don't try to change me with your ideas."

"You have your beliefs, and I have mine."

Vondorf drank the last glass of wine: "The tradition of the ice sea."

The blond king put down the horn cup: "The winner is the truth."

Feng Daofu stood up: "Let's go, I'll see you off."

The blonde king looked at him with interest: "Aren't you afraid?"

Feng Daofu smiled: "The ones who should be afraid are them."

Incomprehensible confidence.

But when he saw it, Feng Daofu really sent him dozens of steps before the army formation.

The blond king was also moved.

The Oslo army, full of fire, was also shocked at the moment.

Looking at the figure strolling in front of thousands of them, for a moment, the thought of fighting for such a hero flashed through my heart.

At this moment, no one calls him a thief anymore, this is a real king!
When he saw Feng Daofu returned to his army, the fjord blew the horn of war.

Woo-!
The Hardangerfjord, the Army of Oslo and the Confederate Army officially engaged in battle.

When the rain stopped, the crossbows were not affected. Coupled with the defensive advantageous terrain of the Southern Expedition surrounded by water on three sides, the Oslo army first lined up the crossbowmen at the front of the shield formation, trying to deliver long-range strikes first.

Whoosh!
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
To their surprise, the improved crossbow range of the Southern Expedition Army completely crushed them!

The rain of arrows burst into bloody flowers at the forefront of the Oslo army, and countless Viking crossbowmen fell.

When it really came to the shooting range, the Southern Expedition Army had already fired several rounds, completely suppressing the long-range troops of the Oslo Army!
The morale scale began to unbalance.

The two sides fought fiercely for a long time.

Until the plate-armored ascetics, who were conserving their strength, seized the opportunity of the Oslo army's shield wall to rotate, and led hundreds of heavy infantry to push them all the way.

The war chiefs realized that the situation was over, and wanted to persuade the blond king to run away together.

The blond king was as silent as a mountain, unmoved.

Watching the Oslo army whose collapse gradually spread.

They gritted their teeth, abandoned their king and fled for their lives.

The people around him either turned around like war chiefs, or fell down with arrows like military aircraft ministers.

When the Southern Expeditionary Army was approaching, King Blonde was already alone.

"Want to capture me?"

Looking at Feng Daofu who was rushing to the front, the golden-haired king grinned wildly, and at the last moment resolutely jumped into the icy sea water.

Vision becomes blurred.

Are you going to die?
The memory flashed back quickly, flashing past the first time he accompanied his father to rob.

At that time, he was panicked and scared.

But when he was affirmed by his father for the first time after the victory, the harvest of the spoils, the fear of the enemy, and the joy of the family... The sense of fear was transformed into excitement and joy.

He knew that he could no longer adapt to the ordinary life.

He will continue to look for this thrill of life and death on the battlefield.

He wants to enjoy the pleasure of controlling the life and death of the enemy.

He wants to enjoy the life and death of his comrades.

He wanted to enjoy the windfall of a successful robbery.

Slowly, one kingdom after another was destroyed.

Unknowingly, he has far surpassed his father's achievements and has become the legend of the ice sea in the poet's story.

Then, there is the curse of aging.

The original miraculous power of calling the wind and rain was gradually withdrawn by the gods, leaving only the hidden diseases and dark wounds left by the battlefield, and the shaking hands that could not even hold the sword.

In the dead of night, the glory of the past emerges in dreams.

There are the majestic images of Goths riding horses with guns on the banks of the Dniester River.

There is Pembry Woods, the Welsh phantom of the jungle.

There is a sea battle with thousands of sails galloping on the raging waves of the Mediterranean Sea.

There is the yellow sand in the sky of Egypt, and the shining of the Pharaoh's golden crown.

All memories gradually fade away.

"My heart is melodious, just because the Lord God Odin has already arranged the banquet benches."

I don't know who is humming softly.

"It won't be long before we'll be holding aloft our curved horns and drinking our malt brew."

Eternal darkness is coming.

Someone seems to be asking: No regrets?

He said: Never.

The dead warriors stood on the dragon head battleship, stretched out their hands to him, and pulled him up with a smile.

Come aboard, Odin will fight by your side.

　The blond king is an epic hunk who has buried his thread from the beginning. He wants to end an epic, but his condition is too bad today.

　　I sat in front of the computer from the afternoon and wrote until 11 o'clock in the evening. It took me most of the day to finish it. Don't blame me if I didn't write well!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)