Oran decided that before this summer was over, Marcus had only two endings: death or surrender.
"Now I give you a chance. One of you will go back and the other will stay. You are so seriously injured that people will think that you fought desperately to escape. The person who goes back will help me collect intelligence. If you dare to betray, I will leave him behind. The people were also put back to testify against the traitors.”
Both prisoners wanted to go back, but Olan let Ladd decide who would go back, and let the two go down to heal first.
Then Olan told Ladd, "Go and deal with it, and tell the people who come back to do things well. In the future, I will give him an identity and stay in our territory."
Ladd knew that he had finally hid it from Oran, so he said hello, turned his back to Oran and left. Just when he was about to smile - he heard Oran's cold warning voice,
"Every time you are nervous or lie, your body will sweat, and your whole face will look like it has just been soaked by rain. Change this problem next time, and lie to me again!"
"Sir!" Ladd immediately turned around and half-knelt.
"Get out and do your errands."
"Yes, yes, I'll go right away."
Either make your subordinates respect you, or make your subordinates fear you.
Oran exempted Ladd from paying taxes, but revealed his secrets, making him respect and fear him.
Olan doesn't like a little silver coin, so as long as Ladd is honest, he can refuse to let him pay it, but he can't deceive himself. This is a mockery of the lord.
At this time, only Nanding and Olan were left. After Olan woke up from a coma, he heard from the butler Nan Anpu that his cousin had also come several times at that time, but every time it was Nanding who held the sword. With people on guard, no big disaster happened.
After the anger passed, Oran stood up and went over, pressing Nanding's shoulders to stop him from getting up, and filled his silver cup with a glass of ale, filled himself with it, and clinked glasses with Nanding.
Oran rarely drank alcohol. The spicy and sweet ale entered his stomach, turned into a ball of fire, and finally entered his blood.
His eyes turned red and his body began to heat up.
"I believe no one in County Durham can beat you except Quinsang."
"If we fight again, can you beat him - Marcus Milo?"
Oran's eyes wanted to confirm, but Nanding only said, "Even if he loses, I will make him pay an extremely painful price."
This was still a close call. Oran understood. He looked at Nanding and said, "You and I are like brothers, protecting me from danger. I want to give an explanation to the dead soldiers, so I had to get angry just now. The engagement will come soon." .
You have to go with me. After we finish dealing with it, it will be our turn to go hunting at the sheep farm in Dasif’s territory. I want them to repay ten times the loss this time!”
bump!
The wine glasses collided again, and Olan became more and more sober as he drank that night.
…
At the same time, Marcus, who was at the border, was giving a harsh lesson to his soldiers.
His original plan was to get through the summer by grabbing two games.
But the first time he attacked, his luck was so good that he reached the vicinity of the barn where Baron Ghazi stored winter wheat. He injured three people but managed to pull back dozens of carts of wheat and seven pieces of armor.
The second time, Ghazi was already on guard, but Marcus found that "a village" close to Ghazi's territory was completely undefended. It seemed that they didn't know that their Baron Ghazi had been robbed. When he approached, he had a "friendly exchange" "At this time, another hit was successful.
“If a man often takes risks and gains, he becomes so deeply involved that he can no longer tolerate quiet gains.”
Marcus always remembers what his father said: there is no more three than one.
If he just stopped like this, he would be able to survive without the Vikings this summer. But when he stopped, his veterans were blinded by their interests and took advantage of the convenience of patrolling the border to work secretly.
As a result, he ran into a heavy infantry team. If he hadn't received the news that he led people to chase the soldiers who were working privately, he would have encountered the enemy who was chasing his own soldiers, so he would have helped.
At least 80% of the soldiers in the entire outpost will die!
But even if Marcus blocked this force, he still couldn't kill them all.
In the dark night, he met a powerful knight with great strength and strong body. When the knight's sword was swung, there was a hint of sword wind blowing.
That was a close win!
Marcus heard the enemy soldiers address the leader as "Lord Nanding."
Marcus understood - this man was the strongest knight under Oran.
After this battle.
Among all the enemies he had fought against or seen taking action against, Marcus ranked himself fifth and Nanding ranked sixth.
And the first one is King Ragnar, who rules the pinnacle of the North Sea and is the one who scares countless people. He is also the enemy who killed his father.
Half of the Viking blood flows in his body, but Marcus doesn't have much favorable impression of the Vikings.
My father saved my mother and gave her a stable life.
But in my childhood memories, I rarely saw my mother smile. Her mother, who had lost her ability to fight, often looked to the east, which was the homeland of the Vikings. One day, she said in the Viking language she had taught her,
"Boy, I'm going to see them."
"Mother, who are they?"
"A great warrior, a prophet, a king, a holy warrior."
"Don't go, mother!"
"I should have left long ago, that's where I belong."
That day, my father was reporting to the lord in the castle, and my mother openly changed into the costume of a Viking shieldmaiden and gave herself a final kiss before leaving.
Then he looked into the distance and said, "Lord God Odin, your servant is coming to 'Valhalla'."
Valhalla!
I heard the last words my mother said.
Mother headed north toward the Viking settlement until the sound of horse hooves completely disappeared.
That year, the evil wolf Ragnar in his father's mouth led people to sweep across the north, and even the Picts were attacked.
Mother went to join them.
When news came back about my mother, it was a northern knight who knew my father. He came and told his father,
"Holy Father, bless us. The Vikings divided the spoils unevenly, and a civil war broke out among the leaders. When we arrived, there were one hundred and fifteen corpses, and your wife was one of them."
Both of his parents died directly or indirectly at the hands of the Vikings. This kind of hatred will never be forgotten even when his grandson can hold a sword.
Blood feud needs to be repaid with blood!
...
The night was not peaceful tonight. Outside the outpost, Marcus asked all the uninjured soldiers who had privately participated in the operation to stand, and then he personally hung them up.
The hands are forced behind the back and the neck is tightened, a position that becomes excruciating after just a few minutes.
You may even be afraid that the stool under your feet will be empty, which brings great mental pressure.
"I've already told you that so many soldiers are dead now, how can you explain to the castle?"
"Also, we killed Oran's men and now there are fucking white eagles all over County Durham. If he starts a war, can you resist?"
"Hold!"
Marcus cursed three times at a time, and walked back to the inner room of the outpost to see his seriously injured men.
But he is not a doctor and does not know any bloodletting treatment. He can at most help recite two holy words.
There is a doctor who knows how to treat people at his border estate and is currently helping to treat patients.
Modern medical methods are backward and treatments are cruel.
toothache?
Pull it out directly.
Headache?
Knock twice more with the stick.
cold?
Then let's drain two liters of blood.
Marcus's chance of successful treatment is as high as 50%, which is already an excellent figure.
Therefore he is called a "well-trained doctor".
