The Sage of Einar

In the capital, Inis of Einnis County, the son of King Cenn, Prince Eogan was looking proudly at his army that he had been painstakingly preparing.

'With this army, I will destroy the army once and for all that accursed pagan king. I am sure that he will not be able to defend himself because my entire army is armed with bows.

I simply will not give him the opportunity to defend himself, as I am sure that more will happen. They will not even be able to touch my soldiers from afar.

My only regret is that I lost too many people in the process, so I will have to steal a few many people in order to regain power.

I'm sure that once my army can completely destroy those damned pagans, the High Pontiff himself will be able to declare me a king.

He might even go so far as to build a fleet and attack that heathen island once and for all. '

While he was thinking, a hand touched his shoulder. "Eogan, tell me what are you thinking that I see you too concentrated and your smile can only show that you must be thinking about something bad.

You must be careful what you think because if you are not careful you could be tempted by the devil and that would be a real shame because you are the last survivor of your family line.

But now that I think about it, the army you have prepared is too big, but you are sure that you will really be able to defeat the pagan king who killed your father. "

Eogan smiled and hit his chest. "Of course I could beat him because my entire army is using bows if they are too strong in ax fighting.

The best tactic will be to kill them using long-range weapons. You should also have it because it is something that can be easily sensed.

I think it is our best tool to defeat those damn pagans, you should support us, because if we win this damn war we will not only win a large amount of territory.

But I am sure that our names will be engraved for centuries and we will both be remembered as the saviors of the island of Ireland.

Imagine your name Bishop Abel and Prince Eogan, two people who killed the pagan king Einar.

I think it is worth taking the risk of getting this victory, and before they arrive with us, they will have to go through the barony of Kincora.

Well, according to the latest reports, they were in the Barony of Ros, so they will have to pass through that barony.

You know better than anyone that we have no control over that area because it is full of true madmen who will not hesitate to kill anyone who approaches their territory.

They simply worked with us because of a deal that they reached with my grandfather, but it really is a very dangerous area. For sure, he will find significant resistance in that place.

Not only that, but those people are likely hungry, so I have no doubt that they will try to do cannibalistic attacks.

You know very well that this barony is a place where we have no control. Not even your priests have been able to control that place. "

Bishop Abel sighed, "I hope your words are correct because if they manage to cross the barony of Kincora it is possible that they can defeat you."

Prince Eogan just laughed. "Everything is coldly calculated so that none of those things can happen. You will see that in the end we will be the one who will win because we have the blessing of God."

Einar who was looking at the river that divided the Baronia of Kincora with the Baronia of Nenagh, could only sigh because the villagers who helped him warned him about the people who inhabited the Barony of Kincora.

According to what he had been told, the Barony of Kincora is one of the last places on the island of Ireland where Celtic rituals are still practiced.

The inhabitants of that place, taking advantage of the fact that they lived among swamps, had entrenched themselves in a very deep way so they would kill anyone who entered their territory.

Not only that, but they had also killed hundreds of priests and monks who had tried to enter in order to teach them the word of God.

Because of those words, Einar established tactics to fight guerilla warfare, to begin with he divided the entire army into groups.

Which would move in the shape of an arrow within the swamps, would be separated by a few meters, but it was enough to guarantee that they could cover each other.

That was the best tactic Einar could think of, as he didn't want to have the army completely packed into one place, because it could be too dangerous if they ambushed her.

Also, to avoid attacks from strange places, Einar delegated the task of using spears to independent soldiers who would use the spears to hit water or places with a lot of brush.

Although that tactic could not kill many enemies if it could guarantee that at least groups of enemies will be found.

Which would end up losing the surprise factor, in any case order his troops to use their crossbows with explosive ammunition.

Guaranteeing in this way that even if they had shields, the enemies would be quickly eliminated.

With everything ready, the army crossed a wooden bridge that linked the two baronies.

From a distance, a woman with paint on her face looked at the army that was crossing. A smile could be seen on her face because she was sure it would be a simple victory.

The woman simply jumped off the tree where she was and fell into the water of a swamp pond where she swam.

Einar who had felt a chill took out his revolver and prepared for any kind of attack. He also ordered his snipers to prepare.

"I don't like this place at all, but remember to always keep your eyes on the bushes, trees, and water.

If necessary and there is a lot of grass somewhere, you are allowed to use Nordic fire to burn the entire area. "

Ansgar looked at Einar with a smile. "That means it's time to use the flamethrowers to open the way."

Einar nodded and looked seriously at Ansgar. "We will have to use them in order to guarantee the safety of the army.

Just remember what must be being used with the protection of some snipers because although the fuel tank is made of steel with a silver cover.

It is not indestructible and could cause a genuine tragedy. "