Oran divided the team into eight teams. His main team had the largest number of people, fifty people, and was assisted by Gliese.
On the way he told Gliese the full plan.
In addition, the seventh team, also equipped with Gliese's men as guides, went to the entry and exit points on the map to "act"
The enemy's incoming force is unknown, and their number is unknown, but at most they will enter the territory of the three southern counties, seeking reinforcements or garrison points.
Olan's plan is to drive them away. There are two types of drives, one is "strong and proactive", and the other is to make them "disadvantaged and passive".
Forty minutes later, the besmirched White Eagle soldiers and Gliese's knights met an army from Mercia for the first time.
This is a team of thirty people led by Nanding, who encountered a remnant team led by a Mercian knight.
The team was small, only about ten people, and looked dirty and messy.
The Vikings settled in Kent, and they constantly broke through the siege and sent noble teams to the front line. Some families suffered heavy losses. After three generations of a family left, only one person came back.
But they couldn't refuse the call.
Mercia was unified for a long time, the authority of the "Kingdom Law" was higher than that of Northumbria, and the local nobles were obliged to be recruited by the king for a longer period of time.
Once a war begins, there are minimum standards for participating in the war. For example, a knight with a fiefdom of more than 800 acres must send a horse, two donkeys, and other clearly specified equipment and personnel for transportation.
In order to collect equipment for the war, this knight borrowed money from the upper-class nobles and the church. If he just returned to his territory, he would not be able to recover for several years. He might have to secretly give his daughter and wife to the creditor to warm his bed in exchange for interest.
It happened that the three southern counties had just been announced by the king to be taken over by Mercia. A group of rude and illiterate nobles, such as himself, came up with the idea of robbery and decided to collect some supplies to make up for the war losses.
Because of this, Oran will receive news of the entry of a large number of scattered people.
The combat power of these ten people was low, and Nanding's team could easily be eliminated, but he remembered Olan's instructions.
Those who believe in the same faith should "consider harmony as the most precious thing."
After approaching, Nanding shouted, "I am a knight of Northumbria. My lord, which family do you come from?"
Seeing a team appear, the knight instinctively stopped and took cover on the spot.
The two sides got close to each other in the forest, leaning against the trees to cover each other's figures while observing their opponents.
"Lord, all-knowing and all-powerful, give me life and glory. I am from Mercia..."
After the knights from Mercia called home, Nanding immediately responded, "Great, the merciful God guided us to meet. I am surrounded by the knights of Sheriff Gliese...
Ten days ago, the Viking "Ragnar" landed in a dragon boat from the "Lindisfarne" monastery.
Flames are everywhere, and the kingdom is in catastrophe. Under the leadership of the heroic Majesty Ella, we have won consecutive battles, but we have too many enemies.
Your Majesty is currently "transferring" to "Aldborough", but the enemy pursues them and refuses to retreat. There are thousands of Vikings in the nearest village. Please come with me to help Your Majesty. I will repay you. Your kindness. "
"What!"
The knight was suddenly stunned. The Viking army was not far ahead?
He had just been sent as cannon fodder by the upper-class nobles and had lost more than half of his territory's military strength. Now he just wanted to recover some of his losses and "suffer the people in other places."
Why the hell did the old Viking "double" come from the north?
There are a lot of rumors about the Vikings on the island right now, some are true and some are false, but one thing is for sure, no matter what, don't take any risks.
After all, these stinking old northerners are demons who can break into a church to kill people and steal treasures on a Sunday.
This team of knights left a message of "Go back and get reinforcements" and immediately fled south.
At the ambush sites of other teams, after encountering the Mercians who entered, they were all lied to by Oran's troops. Those with a small number basically retreated, while those with a slightly larger number had the intention of stepping forward to take a look. Of course, at this time, it was up to Ge. Li Ze's people, take them to wander around.
The main force led by Oran himself met the Lincoln County Sheriff in an open space.
Before approaching, Olan looked at the map and felt that there were too many people on the other side, and asked about the surrounding terrain of Gliese.
"If a fight really breaks out, do you have a place here where you can sneak attack?"
"There is a swamp area that connects to the main rivers in the kingdom. In order to prevent the Vikings from using their boats to pass inland, hidden sentries were set up on it."
"how long?"
"Hurry as hard as you can, it's less than half an hour away."
"good."
Olan thought for a while and left with only a dozen people, leaving Gliese with only a few people. The remaining hundreds of people went to the nearest swamp area to bury them.
At that place, Gliese's ancestors used wood and iron to build a bunker in the sea. The dense vegetation and weeds, as well as the swamp hundreds of meters long, could conceal the movement of hundreds of defenders.
Looking from a distance, you can only feel that there are a few houses standing in the swamp area, and there are boats in front and behind the houses, so there is no danger.
Oran thought that if he really couldn't stop Sheriff Lincoln, he could only use force.
When Olan appeared, he had just finished speaking on his own initiative, but a commotion broke out because the Mercians who were exploring the road in front could not control themselves, and a row of long bows were raised.
"Grass!"
The forced Oran quickly retreated from the queue, asking the soldiers to raise their shields high to dodge the gifts falling from the sky.
The more people talk, the harder it will be.
Oran could only shout a few more times to announce his home, and finally the Lincolnshire archers withdrew their weapons.
Sheriff Lincoln sent a knight to meet Oran in front.
There is also a lot of hype here in Oran, saying that Yinvar the Boneless and Ragnar the Sea King are sweeping across northern England, and King Ella can no longer stop them and is forced to go south.
"The Boneless One? Come on, tell them, what is your nickname?"
The knight shouted, and the soldiers behind him responded in unison, "Bonecrusher!"
This young county chief, relying on his status as a great nobleman, rarely participated in fierce and life-threatening battles.
Some also command from the rear.
From birth to now, I have experienced very few dangerous things.
During the sword duel, his servants or knights would just let him go. After just a few touches, they would roll on the ground and say that he was "invincible in the Seven Kingdoms."
When hunting, after his arrow was shot out, when the servant went to retrieve it, he would "always" find that the arrow landed accurately on the corpse.
The compliments and flattery from those around him allowed him to live in his own world.
In addition, the coalition forces had just defeated the Vikings. In his mind, the Vikings were just a group of bandits that did not live up to their name.
It was all because those nobles were so depraved and incompetent that they were defeated again and again.
On this trip, he was prepared to accept the allegiance of "Berry" and the land of Yorkshire.
The more harshly Olan spoke to the Vikings, the more the county chief felt that Olan was a "waste".
The useless aristocrats don't need to be given much respect.
Especially when I saw "Gliese" there, dirty and dejected, I felt even more proud.
"I know Gliese, who did you just say you were?" Under the protection of the knight, the Sheriff rode out and looked at Oran with arrogance.
Oran glanced at him, then pointed the "back of his head" at the noble, trembling all over, and stammered.
"Come...Alan knight from...No...Northumbubria, a direct vassal of the king of the country..."
Hahaha!
Olan winked, twisted his features together to pretend to be ugly, and spoke like a clown, which caused the Sheriff to take the lead in ridiculing him. Olan bent down lower and said carefully, "This sound is too loud, I, I, I, I I thought the Vikings were coming... Sir, there are really too many Vikings, please take a detour."
"You were scared out of your wits by the Vikings, do you still count yourself as a knight?"
Looking at the white eagle flag of Oran's queue, the county chief remembered the rumors and asked, "The noble named "Olan" is also here?"
Blaspheming the believers and giving Oran a bad reputation has already accumulated in Mercia.
The nobles "from Northumbria to North Mercia" have basically heard of this evil eagle.
Oran did not raise his head, and Gliese replied helpfully, "Your Excellency Oran is accompanying His Majesty."
"I heard that he looks like a woman. When Ella couldn't sleep with her daughter, she also slept with her son-in-law, right?"
Gliese's scalp was numb when he heard this.
Mercia has suppressed Northumbria for a long time since the hegemony of King Offa. The nobles in the country only looked up to Wessex in the south, and regarded the other countries as vassals. It is very common to speak rudely when talking about other countries. .
He laughed at Ella in front of Gliese and Oran, obviously not understanding the situation in Northumbria, and thought that Ella's decree still could not leave his county.
After the Sheriff finished laughing, the sound of the team running was heard in the distance.
Gliese thought that the chaos might be caused by other teams in Oran, and took the initiative to advise this team to change its route.
"What are you afraid of? According to the order of the great King of Mercia, any Northumbrian noble who enters the three southern counties must be controlled by Mercian law. I have the king's order in my hand, and now I am the Acting Sheriff of Yorkshire.
Your Majesty is your king. His Majesty Osbert has already issued an acting order before, and his brother Ella is just a usurper. "
"Yes, yes," Oran replied.
Seeing Oran's stupid look, the county chief said again, "Listen to my command and take me to see what these bullshit Vikings are, and also to meet the Mercian nobleman Berry here."
After the Sheriff finished speaking, he added, "Knight Alan, "Uncle Ben" will show you that the Vikings are not scary and cure your stutter. "
"All glory belongs to you." Oran walked over, touched the Sheriff's horse, and bowed his head again to express his surrender.
But the county chief saw the ugly way his brows and eyes were squeezed together, sneered and didn't care.
Then Oran and Gliese led the people to a swamp area near a forest.
Gliese explained, "Your Excellency, this place is hidden and the Vikings are not familiar with it. The small boat on the water can help us paddle across it. We can enter high places and immediately see the Viking army in the distance. Once they find it, they will also chase after them." But come here, it’s safest.”
The Sheriff took a few glances and originally didn't want to get dirty, but after hearing that he could save five times the time and pass through here at the same time, Berry's stronghold was in sight.
So he agreed, but first he asked his men to explore the way.
The soldiers moved forward slowly by the boat and successfully landed several times back and forth.
Seeing that there was no danger, the county magistrate asked someone to move the small boat over this large swamp area to transport him and the nobles across.
Six small boats can carry thirty people together for more than ten minutes at a time
It can all be spent in two hours.
When the Sheriff got into the boat and passed the house in the swamp, he swatted the mosquitoes on his body.
At Olan's suggestion, Gliese, who was also on the other boat, covered his heartbeat and moved his mouth.
After a while, when the two of them approached the house, he signaled Olan to get up with his eyes. The two of them rushed directly into it, and then a voice came from the house, "Do it!"
After Gliese shouted, the quiet air began to boil.
This long swamp divided the team. Some soldiers had just landed ashore and were still resting. Without holding their weapons, they were penetrated by the bows and arrows of soldiers hiding on the eucalyptus.
There are people hiding in houses, in the weeds beside waterways, and even on the outside of the shore.
Oran's target is Sheriff Lincoln on the ship.
After the screams came out, the two sides fought in a melee. The Sheriff never expected that it was the stuttering knight who spoke with the back of his head who was commanding.
"We are all Cross believers. You will go to hell if you kill indiscriminately!" shouted the Mercian soldiers who had already reached the river bank.
Don’t kill those who share the same faith?
Fuck you!
When Kunsang heard this, he took back his sword and used an ax to smash the skull of a knight, and the brains flowed out.
Anyone who dares to insult Mr. Oran will die.
In less than five minutes, a layer of red appeared on the turbid water.
The knights and nobles who were in the boat with the Sheriff were shot into hedgehogs because they couldn't dodge. The Sheriff even lay down in fear and covered himself with other people's corpses.
But there was no one to row the oars, so the boat couldn't move and stopped in the middle.
There were thirty people hiding in the house in the middle of the waterway, as well as two small boats and even a crossbow machine.
Start firing at the unprotected Mercian soldiers. If you miss once, you will shoot several more times.
The soldiers who were the first to land were killed and could only rush back to the swamp area, but they did not dare to go too deep and were unable to advance or retreat, so they had no choice but to surrender.
Before landing, dozens of people at the beginning tried to enter the swamp, but they could only enter a few dozen meters. The water was up to their waists. If they wanted to go, they could only swim forward, and they could not save the Sheriff at all.
The soldiers of Oran and Gliese were not willing to fight. After they shot and killed the Sheriff until the Sheriff was the only one left on the water, they slowly came over to capture the Sheriff.
In less than fifteen minutes, the Mercians fled and surrendered, because their lord, with his face full of tears, was helpless in the boat, waiting to be judged.
Alone, hesitant, and helpless, he died a hundred times.
"I, Gliese, Vice-Chancellor of Foreign Affairs of the Kingdom of Northumbria, Sheriff of York, hereby declare that the invader of Mercia, Sheriff Lincoln...is guilty."
Among the weeds in the woodland, after Gliese finished reading, Sheriff Lincoln was picked up by the soldiers. Seeing the Sheriff being arrested, the people he brought could only put down their weapons and became dejected.
They are more loyal to the Sheriff than to the King, who is the master who controls their life and death.
When everyone came ashore, all the bodies that could be salvaged from the river were fished out.
Seventeen people on the Oran and Gliese side died, and many on the Mercian side were drowned, and some died in surprise attacks. The dead were forty-seven in total, and there were sixteen escapees.
They are all criminal soldiers without families.
Only in this way can they dare to escape, otherwise as long as the Sheriff is released, they will be hanged together with their families.
All the equipment of these soldiers was taken away. Oran asked them to stand in the center, with their own soldiers holding spears and bows on the left and right. Anyone who didn't walk properly would be shot through the back of their heads.
The Sheriff was pulled to the rear and followed Oran's own team.
"Who are you!"
Looking at this knight who no longer winked, Sheriff Lincoln felt that he was the Lord of the White Eagle.
Olan took the water bag from his hand and used water to remove all the mud on his face.
He shook off the water droplets on his hands, and then slapped the Sheriff in the face.
"Under this sky, I am the only one who can call myself Uncle Ben."
"Your Excellency Oran, he is the Sheriff of Lincoln County! You are so..." Gliese became nervous.
"What are you afraid of? A prisoner whose life is in the hands of you and me. Where is the courage among the seven virtues of knights?" After Oran replied, he slapped him again with his backhand.
There was a ring in his hand, which scratched two long bloody marks on Sheriff Lincoln's face and covered it up.
"We are all nobles. Even prisoners must be treated with relative courtesy. His status is noble. I think that's enough. These two slaps are just the price he paid for his words and deeds." Gliese was really afraid that Olan would go crazy.
"When I attacked the Vikings, I was afraid of their revenge. My wife, daughter, jewelry and carpets were all taken away in carts."
"I captured a Mercian, a mere Sheriff, not even a king, and I started to be afraid of the power behind him."
"Tell me, the Vikings and Mercians have done so many atrocities to us, why aren't they afraid of our revenge?"
Oran asked Gliese in return.
Gliese replied, "They are strong, we are weak, and the weak will be bullied."
"Correct, then I am in charge of his life now, so I have the final say."
"Your Excellency Oran!"
Gliese wanted to say something more, but Olan waved him off. Then he wiped the blood off the ring with a coarse cloth and made a decision.
Earl is not dead yet, and this kid is honored to be the first Sheriff he kills.
I thought of several ways to kill him.
When they returned to the camp again, the soldiers were tied up, and Olan waited for the other teams to come back. At about 4 o'clock in the afternoon, almost everyone was there.
With enough time, Oran had the great Lincoln Sheriff brought to Berry Fortress as a "shield" and gave an ultimatum. If Berry didn't care about the safety of the Lincoln Lord, he would take it away. After collecting several organs, he let the Sheriff go and told the Sheriff that Berry didn't care about his life or death.
Berry did not expect that the situation would develop like this in one morning, and there was no news of the arrival of Mercian friendly forces in the surrounding area.
After assessment, he decided to retreat, but he was unwilling to surrender. He handed over this small fortress in order to save the life of Sheriff Lincoln, but that was all he could do.
The hundreds of people under his command are all extremely loyal private soldiers and will not be handed over to be slaughtered by others.
Oran just wanted to drive people away and let Berry leave. If Berry did not go southwest back to Mercia, but changed to the northwest and entered the Aldborough area, then what awaited him would be more kings and more troops. Someone helped educate him.
That night, Oran entered this dilapidated stronghold and changed its owner several times. The walls were full of sword and gun marks.
Touching these marks, he had a sense of the intensity of the battle at that time.
During the meal, Oran asked people to invite Sheriff Lincoln and the nobles who had not died in the battle.
"A noble should be proud of himself. As a noble, even if I become your prisoner, you should treat me with courtesy."
Sheriff Lincoln was beaten so hard that he dared not speak, but one of the three knights who was captured boldly made a request.
"How much is a knight worth here?" Oran asked Gliese beside him.
"The price for prisoners of war is twenty-five pounds of silver."
"How much is the Sheriff worth?"
"At least three times."
"The one who is cheap and talkative will be chopped off."
After Oran finished speaking, he put the knife and fork into the meat steak and just cut it. Kunsang also used his sword to kill the clamoring knight directly in the restaurant.
"What Uncle Ben gives you is yours. If I don't give it to you, you can't take it."
There was silence in the hall. Except for Kunsang, no one else dared to take a deep breath.
After speaking, Olan wiped his mouth and said to Gliese, who was already dumbfounded. "Have you ever killed a knight? Pick one and practice with it. This will strengthen your courage."
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