Gate of Apocalypse

Chapter 224 [Competitive Copy]

In the cavalry's statement a keyword was caught by Chen Xiaoxiao.

Harold the Pseudo-King.

Plus I saw the Norman family's red double lion flag...

Then it is not difficult to speculate.

Chen Xiaoliang said something about tire spare tires in this history.

It should now be October 1066 AD.

Previously, one thing happened in England, when the last king died ill and had no children.

Prior to his life, the king had promised two different subjects that he would pass the throne on to each other.

One of them, the ancestors of the fairy sounds, the then owner of the Norman family, the great nobleman of the Duke's title, William -- this is the cousin of the dead king.

The other is the wife and brother of the dead king, the brother-in-law, whose name is Harold.

Both men claim to have the right to inherit the throne.

But the king's brother-in-law, Harold, because he was a native England nobleman, was in London, so he approached the water deck and inherited the throne immediately after the king's death.

And the ancestor of the fairy voice, the Duke of William, was more bitter —— he was in France, Normandy was his territory.

William was annoyed when his opponent took the throne one step ahead, so he waged a war and invaded England from France with his own army across the sea!

And this is……

Battle of the Throne!

“William? Immortal ancestors?” The tire looked at the spare tire and the spare tire remembered one thing: “I remember we discussed earlier that since the Sword of Stone was kept in the hands of the Normans... then it is very likely that King Arthur's legendary story is based on the life story of William...”

“Exactly.” Chen Xiaolei nodded: “The Duke of William is indeed a very powerful character, his military talent is remarkable, and he was the first king to unite the whole of England by force. So, I also guess that King Arthur's story later was a legend that he created as a prototype. ”

After a pause, Chen Xiaolei slowed down: “Look at this… as if the system was set to automatically assign us to the Norman family camp, that is, we should now be the ancestors of the fairy sounds, soldiers in the army under Duke William. ”

“So, the battle for the throne, what do we do to help William defeat Harold and take the throne? And make sure William doesn't die?” Tires immediately think of this.

“I think so.” Chen Xiaoliang nodded.

Speaking of which, Chen Xiaoliang suddenly frowned.

In this case……

This copy of the task seems too easy.

Because... the final result in history is that William won the war, and he killed Harold on the battlefield!

In that case, even if you and the three tire spares don't do anything, you just stand by and watch the play, and that's how it turns out over the course of history.

William wins the throne.

So... this copy of the task is too easy.

Chen Xiaoliang doesn't think he has the bad luck of Xia Xiaolei. He can just go to sleep and pass a copy.

……

The system automatically assigned three Chen Xiaoxiao to William's army.

William's army was divided into several parts, the Norman Legion he himself owned as Duke of Normandy, and his two allies, the Brittany Legion and the Flemish Legion - both then French lords, who were drawn together by William's promise of good.

In addition, William recruited a large number of mercenaries to help him fight.

Clearly, the identities assigned to the three Chen Xiaoliang men are one of the mercenaries.

The sheepskin flag on the carriage appears to be a symbol of the identity of a mercenary group.

So when Chen Xiaoliang and his three men entered the barracks in a wagon, they were not stopped much, and the guard checked their identity and wagon symbolically and let go.

Along the way, it was learned that the mercenaries were stationed in the south-western corner of Kiwi.

Mercenaries are apparently mostly unanimous, and tents here are scattered and look messy.

Chen Xiaoliang walked all the way over and saw some mercenary soldiers peeing their pants directly next to the tent.

He even saw, not far away, a fire pile hanging from a pot that was cooking something for dinner.

A soldier called in water from a river far away.

This was a medieval era, and military forces were far from being as disciplined as future generations.

So Chen Xiaoliang can see people making noise all the way, and some drunk soldiers are singing and jumping.

Dirty soldiers are fighting in the mud, with gambling next to them.

It's not like a military camp, it's like a vegetable market.

Most mercenaries wear crude clothing, with few wearing metal armor, most of them with leather armor, and even some wearing thick cloth robes directly, except for a few more layers stacked over their bodies.

Immediately after entering the camp, several soldiers dressed in a more uniform fashion were seen coming.

The soldiers also had shields marked with the Norman family's double lion badge, apparently a regular army of the Norman Corps.

These men came to collect food.

Mercenaries have assumed the task of collecting food, which, according to their regulations, must be handed over to half of the Norman Legion.

Chen Xiaocao immediately sighed when he learned the news.

This William is so harsh!

He's not the king of England yet, he's an intruder.

And he allows these mercenaries to rob England's land and then rob it to receive the goods, and the mercenaries get half as much as they get… and they have to pay half.

That's equivalent to, he's even left over from military spending.

Use the property of the enemy's people to pay part of the military expenses.

It's so sly.

In fact, what Chen Xiaolian didn't know was that William did it harder.

The reason he was able to pull such a huge army, follow him across the ocean to invade England, and even pull into the allies of two other regiments, was because he made a promise.

If he takes the throne of England, he seals up some of England's land to these allied aristocrats - all they have to do is serve themselves and recognize themselves as kings.

This is tantamount to... taking enemy property to pay for the war!

The soldiers took the only half bag of cereal from Chen Xiaocai's carriage - Chen Xiaocai did not stop it.

It was probably this obedient gesture that satisfied the other side, and the soldiers also pointed to Chen Xiao Liang and told him where his tent was.

It's a shitty little tent where you can barely squeeze two people side by side at most - if it's three people, you can just sit there.

The fire at the door has been extinguished, there is only a pile of ash, most of all, Chen Xiaocai frowned, there is also a smell of urine.

“Medieval armies, hygiene is terrible.” Being a military fan, spare tires can't help but throw up.

Chen Xiaocai glanced at the spare tire: “Historically, William's army won the war but did not enter London after the war. Diarrhea broke out in the army. ”

“I am not surprised by this sanitary condition. They drink fresh water directly.” The spare tire sighed.

“This is the Middle Ages, with low productivity.” Chen Xiaoliang frowned and shook his head: “Drinking boiling water must burn fire, and burning fire must send a large number of people to cut wood. If such a large army drinks boiling water, the firewood used every day will require a huge additional cost of human and material resources. You think drinking boiling water is something that the commander can change with a single word? ”

This shitty tent, Chen Xiaocai and others just glanced at it and were not interested in drilling inside.

They simply sat outside, and nobody seemed to come near them anyway.

Obviously, this small mercenary group of three Chen Xiaoliang people is not eye-opener here, and they are in a remote location. No one comes to compete and no one will look at them more.

“Now let's talk about it. ”

The three of them sat around the fire heap, Chen Xiaolei lazy enough to find the wood, removed a plank directly from the carriage, pinched it into pieces with his bare hands, and then started a fire.

Chen Xiaocao looked at the tire spare in front of him: “Let's discuss what we should do next. ”

“Nor do we know much about this history.” Tire shakes head: "It's up to you, you're the captain, we execute your orders... little face, we all believe you. ”

“Yes, Captain, I have long admitted that you are the true leader of the regiment, and I will execute whatever you say.” The spare tire will warm Chen Xiaolian's heart.

He remembers that in the previous museum ex-combat, the spare tire eventually jumped out of hiding and jumped into the desperate self... this guy really thought of himself as a brother who could be entrusted with life and death.

“Okay. Well. Let me give you an overview of what I know. ”

Chen Xiaocao muttered softly: “From what we know now, I presume that we are in William's army.

And the forthcoming war should be William's final battle for the throne.

The famous Battle of Hastings in British history.

This campaign took place in October 1066.

The belligerents were William and Harold.

Both sides have a strength of approximately 6,000 to 8,000, which is arguably equal.

Place of engagement… this place should be called Hastings.

As a result of the battle, Harold died, William won and laid the greatest foundation for taking the throne.

It is arguably a decisive battle. ”

“Well, I see.” Tires ask: “But... as you just said, if that's the case, what else is there for us? William will win anyway. ”

“So this is our biggest crisis.” Chen Xiaoliang frowned: “I guess... now that the system has set the copy task here, the power comparison between the two sides, and the conditions they each have, is definitely different from the true history.

You want… William here to join us.

So... the other side, Harold, maybe... there are other players! ”

Finally, Chen Xiaolian smiled bitterly: "In other words, this second phase is likely to be a… competitive copy task! ”

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