"Danish barbarians?" The earl scratched his beard vigorously and was puzzled. He ordered his subordinates to lie down and asked again: "I'm still wondering why Hatgar suddenly came to my place. Are you going to tell me this?"

"Absolutely true."

"Okay, you go down. It's ridiculous." The count didn't quite believe this explosive crisis warning: "Can a small group of pirates scare him half to death? Scared him into coming to my fief in person? Or does he have some other agenda?

?”

Considering that something big might really happen, the count's good mood for hunting disappeared.

The cavalry team blew the rallying call, and the scattered teams gathered together. A powerful Frankish heavy cavalry unit assembled and returned to the town of Jülich.

At this moment, the Bishop of Liège has been waiting here for a long time. He and his entourage rested in the city, ate bread and drank some wine to relieve themselves from the fatigue of traveling.

The earth is shaking, and listen carefully to the neighing of war horses.

The delighted bishop walked out of the door with a smile. He saw a powerful heavy cavalry unit standing majestically on the stone square outside the church.

A well-dressed man skillfully trained his horse, and the horse took him out of the formation and headed straight towards the Bishop of Liège, who was wearing a black robe.

"Isn't this the Archbishop of Liège? My friend, Hatega, you came to me unexpectedly, and I was not prepared to welcome you. I am guilty of poor hospitality."

The count called the bishop by his first name, and Hatgar himself didn't care. They were both advisors to the king, not to mention that the count was a distant relative of the king.

He dismounted and invited the bishop to his mansion to discuss the terrible news in detail.

So until the two met face to face, the reality forced Count Eberhard to believe it.

Every hair on his head stood on end, and his beard was full of hair, making him look like a lion. Eberhard was so surprised that he paced with his hands behind his back and said to himself: "What on earth have made the Danes so crazy? They are so crazy."

They attacked Maastricht and Liège, and even the local garrisons couldn't destroy these pirates. How did they become so powerful when they were just a group of pirates who were beaten up by Charlemagne?"

"Perhaps it has something to do with the dramatic changes in the situation in the north over the years." The bishop, who seemed to be sitting calmly, was already in a state of turmoil: "My friend, you should have heard that Ludwig suffered a huge defeat in the north, and that Cologne lost the entire

Things in Westphalia.”

"I've heard a little bit about it. However, those nobles have nothing to do with us now. They are just Danes. I remember, aren't they loyal to Ludwig? Isn't it possible? Wait a minute!"

Seeing that the count had realized something, the bishop continued his conjecture with a sullen face: "It is an open secret that Ludwig maintains a Danish mercenary force. The occupied Durist is full of Danes, and the local leader actually calls himself Freud."

Count Landers is still loyal to Ludwig himself. Maybe he suffered a defeat in the north, but as far as the result is concerned, those Danes are still loyal to him. There are also the rebellious Saxons. I don't believe those guys are really rebellious now.

."

Therefore, when news about the great changes in the political situation north of the River Inn reached the Middle Kingdom, the nobles here learned that the news from the east and west was somewhat distorted.

As a consultant to the kingdom, Bishop Hatgar of Liège was wise and summarized some meaningful information among his numerous messages, and tried his best to clarify the logical chain on the way to escape.

Of course he had no conclusive evidence, but in line with the principle of "the biggest beneficiary is also the biggest suspect", and since the two sides of the civil war were already at odds, he crossed himself on his chest and said conclusively: "All of this is most likely Luther's."

Vichy's conspiracy is most likely caused by the military advisers he sent to guide the Danes' actions."

The count was trembling all over, "I just don't understand! If this is true, then Ludwig is too crazy! He clearly knows that his grandfather's holy tomb is in the city, so does he still support the Danes to use force near Aachen?

?”

"Perhaps this is the fate of being a member of the royal family." The bishop pointed out. The struggle for power of several generations of Carolingian kings has always been accompanied by horrific bloody killings, and he did not want to mention it more.

"So, what should I do? Should I gather all the cavalry and go to Liege to annihilate the Danes?" the count asked rhetorically.

"Don't be reckless, at least not now. I have arranged for the residents of Liège to flee in all directions. The Danes can at most run wild in the empty towns and let them plunder the property that cannot be taken away. As long as they do not extend their clutches to Asia.

Chen. We must first ensure the safety of the city of Aachen, and then plan to destroy these invading Danes."

"So I'm the only defender?"

"I'm afraid, this is your fate." The bishop raised his head and looked directly into the earl's eyes, and said seriously.

His clenched fists slowly loosened, and his tense body relaxed. The Earl nodded: "I understand. I will immediately order the assembly of all nobles and mobilize as many militias as possible. So, what else will you do?"

"I will go to Aachen immediately to make peace with the local bishop. I will personally put on my armor and lead the Aachen militia to defend the city, and then I will choose the opportunity to take the initiative."
Chapter completed!