Under Oran's setup, the Vikings' passage to the town of Lincoln was opened wide. Hao'erjie was very vigilant at the beginning. Every time he traveled a certain distance, he would stop and send people to explore, but he didn't find many Catholic soldiers. He would encounter them occasionally, only a few people in a team.
But even if he catches the villagers who originally traded with him, he leads the team to walk on the trail. It is impossible to go straight to Lincoln, and we still encounter a small town on the way.
If you don't go there, you have to cross the river, which takes twice as long and is easy to expose. At this time, meat intake was insufficient and most civilians suffered from night blindness.
The Vikings were a people of fishing and hunting. They could eat some meat on weekdays, and also engaged in night activities to improve their combat and navigation skills. In addition, most of the people who could go to sea to fight were strong and strong. The night vision of Alger's group was worse than that of the Vikings. God's soldiers are better, let alone the civilians of this town.
Far earlier, when there were no instruments at sea, they relied on the moonlight and stars in the sky to navigate.
Once on land, use torches and oil lamps. Many of them carry a short piece of trimmed wood with them, rub it with oil, and wrap it in a coarse cloth. When they want to use it, they take off the coarse cloth and quickly light it to use as a lighting torch.
Alger waited patiently on the other side of the hillside. Night attacks and lurking are the fighting skills he has learned since he was a child.
Darkness is his friend, and this is where most Viking warriors come into their own. After an unknown amount of time, almost all the lights around the town dimmed.
Only then did they get up. Before the three hundred people took action, they divided their work at different levels. Instead of rushing in, they also assigned people to the outside. They wanted to ensure that no one could escape.
Then, the team members dressed as locals from England and the villagers who led the way went to knock on the door to see if there was any ambush inside. They pretended to be the lord, and after leading the people out to receive them, they waited for a while to make sure there was no problem, and then Shouting battle slogans, the sound can deafen people's ears.
Rushing into the town with lightning speed. They drew their swords and hatchets. The adults were cut down immediately, while the girls and children were left behind.
Torches once again stood outside every house, and this dim town became bright again in an instant. The ruined chapel, or chapel, contained three monks.
The name of the Lord was spoken from their mouths, and the cross was held up in front of them as a weapon. But the crazy Vikings began to gather the villagers and raid every house.
What shines is treasure, what moves is prey. The treasure is taken and the prey is taken for pleasure. Soon, all the people hiding in dark corners, praying for their lives, were dragged out as mice.
Alger Hao wiped the blood on his face with his hand and asked politely,
"I heard that there is a big celebration ahead. There are not many soldiers, because they have gone to support East Anglia, right?" They were all people who wanted to survive. Whatever Alger asked, they would say what they said.
Alger hated Catholic monks the most. When he determined that everyone was worthless, he ordered everyone's clothes in the town to be taken away and put on by his men.
Then he brought three monks in front of him.
"Tread the cross under your feet and shout Odin, maybe I will let you go." The first old monk muttered, and Alger slashed him with his sword.
"The old man must be cursing me. It's your turn." The second younger monk was completely frightened, and Alger slashed him with his sword again.
"You're the only one left." He gestured to the last monk. After the youngest monk, with tears in his eyes and his body trembling, said what Alger wanted to hear, Alger kicked him over, and then the people around him stepped forward to add another blow.
"Where is your God?"
"The boy in the north who used the white eagle pattern killed many of us in the 'Battle of the Black Forest', stabbed our warriors blind, and used rat torture. In the south, Alfred, who used the cross flying snake, did the same. It was these two people who harmed you." Since his deputy Inge died in the battle in the north, Olan was the person Alger wanted to kill the most, and Alfred came second.
The crying of the villagers made him even more crazy, so he said,
"I'm here to tell you a joke. As long as you laugh to my satisfaction, I will let you go."
"Once upon a time, there was a warrior who saw a beauty. The beauty asked him to guess her name. The warrior said a lot, but the beauty just smiled. In the end, the warrior said in annoyance, "I can't guess." As a result, you know what the beauty said. What?" This old joke, the son of the town manager knew, he responded tremblingly,
"The beauty said...her name is 'Can't Guess'..."
"You ruined my joke, damn it." Alger didn't want to play anymore. The white wolf totem on his body seemed to be awakened under the moonlight, far more ferocious than usual.
"This era is the era of wolves!"...
"Damn you!" Moolan was dumbfounded. When he arrived here, the Viking sea wolves had already gone far, and they were still one day away from reaching their target.
In the scene before him, any soldier who was not brave enough could spit out the sour fruit he ate last night. A large number of remains died in an extremely unnatural way.
Kunsang recognized several of them and walked into Olan's side.
"This is a type of dark ritual, similar to the 'Blood Eagle'. If you look carefully, some of the remains will even have their chests hollowed out."
"I've told Bergred to create a passage so that the people in this town can be removed in advance, this bastard!"
"Your Excellency, this is more realistic and can inspire their ferocity more. These people will not retreat." Sals responded.
"Shut up, I." Hao saw Olan's fire-breathing eyes, and Sals immediately lowered his head.
"I made a mistake, Your Excellency."
"I know, you are saying in your heart that I am acting. The lord does need to do a lot of evil things. I am also a villain, but there should be a bottom line. I will not let so many old and weak people die for no reason. These people can still achieve their goals if they are alive... "The stumps and rotten flesh made Oran want to vomit.
He even showed desperate scenes of these people before they died. I am also the culprit... Huge frustration.
For many nobles, the word "land" means "land" and "people" are living creatures. They are just the property of this land. Just like when you plant fruits and grow fruits, they are products of the land and consumables for the nobles.
Milliberg Red did an even better job than Oran. This time, the Vikings in the territory were wiped out, and the atrocities of these people were written down in a big way, which would make them more famous.
When your collaborator is more powerful than you, no matter how good your plan is, he may not always follow your wishes.
Such is the case with Bergred.
"There is no one left alive," Olan asked with wide eyes.
"No."
"No."
"No." The rider looked back and forth, and the answer was cold.
"Your Excellency" Kunsang was afraid that Olan would faint.
"Get off your horse and pray for the dead with the most pious heart." He didn't believe it, but these men did, and the dead believed it.
When the ceremony was over, Oran set off quickly. Bergred wanted to be in the limelight and become the King of Heroes, so he made the fire hotter.
Until you burn it all!
