When the rain becomes weak, the crown prince gets what he wants, and Oran gains initial trust.
The size of the two armies continued to increase. If the peasants holding dung forks were included, the total could reach four thousand or even four and a half thousand.
The crown prince expressed his gratitude for their loyalty and blessed each soldier.
He was so tired that he fell from his horse "honestly". Fortunately, the soldiers stopped him in time.
Oran's nobles sneered, such as Shrike.
In their eyes, this is too silly. If it works, the blacksmith can be changed to a dung picker.
Oran didn't smile but was scared.
When benefits are used to win people's hearts, people may defect or fight bravely on the battlefield.
When you use faith to appease people's hearts, people may fall down or live, but they will never point the sword at themselves.
The Crown Prince is acting, he has no money now, he is from a noble family, and his behavior is enough to buy the rewards of these lowly lives.
She shed "crocodile tears", what a bastard.
"God!"
"England!"
Axel said that after meeting the Heavenly Father, Miba put the papal cloak on the crown prince.
In the debate a few days ago, Roman monks pointed at Oran, saying that he was using God's will to get people to worship him.
Now, the crown prince is doing a great job.
Weak people need a strong person to maintain their faith.
Oran was convinced that all the lords were either tyrants or died before becoming tyrants.
Just these two.
The crown prince promoted his reputation, causing the king to be criticized by the monks for being greedy.
Allowing the nobles to support themselves sowed division and ambition.
Seeing that the king, his brother, was surrounded, not dedicating his life to save him would be disloyal.
Maybe he had an affair with the princess? It was unethical.
One sun, one moon, and one crown.
There is only one "great" or "dark" thing.
Oran is convinced that Alfred is the "son of the devil".
Now the crown prince has shown four evil deeds, and there are still three more evil deeds to do.
There must be a trump card to stop him.
Otherwise, when he takes on the Seven Evils, England will be ruled by the devil.
Whether Olan's belief is right or wrong, it is a strong will.
Once the will is exerted, it will not be a disaster and will eventually be great.
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The number of people on the God's side far outnumbered that of the Vikings, although many of them were militiamen.
But under the belief of defending their homeland, they can still cause some trouble to the Vikings.
Bjorn's shield army has not yet arrived, and Guthrum has just arrived at the target.
Rumors of the fight between the white eagle and the flying snake spread to the Viking camp along with the "sheep's cry".
"He collaborated with sin, so God took his life."
The captured shepherd told the truth about the rumors he had heard.
Almost at the same time, there was news that the crown prince sent a rider to see Bjorn to hand over Danish gold and maintain peace.
Guthrum hesitated, not knowing whether to advance or retreat. If Oran was killed, the crown prince would control everything.
He was deeply afraid that the crown prince would send someone to tell Bjorn.
Originally, the Vikings' advantage was hard to shake, but he secretly classified Theodore, Bjorn, and Halfdan's men as enemies. He deliberately sacrificed other clans before, and now he is in a passive position.
He waited all night without moving, and decided to cooperate with Bjorn again. If the latter questioned him, he could argue to the end since the Eagle Master was dead anyway.
But it was not Bjorn's sword that came first, but the Cross of God.
He entered the terrain line controlled by the Allied Forces of God. The vast wasteland was barely divided by hedges and other objects.
The Allied Forces of God have three ways to enter here.
Further away, there are natural shelters such as swamps that are not controlled by the Vikings.
According to the plan, he should advance further and control these places.
But Oran's death disrupted everything.
When he got up in the morning, he was about to unbutton his trousers and moisten the soil of England.
A new war cry comes from where the sun rises.
For many people, dawn is the most beautiful moment of the day.
Along with the wind and sunshine comes hatred.
A large number of Ansa soldiers used fixed formations to protect the front and rear, and surrounded Guthrum from the outside.
The iron tools on his body collided with other objects, making an endless stream of harsh sounds.
Guthrum saw the black spots and immediately put on his armor.
He saw a trace of joy in the eyes of the handsome and naked Ansa young man in the tent.
Then he slashed the nobleman and male favorite who had been arrested for many days with one sword.
When he opened the curtain, the Viking war horn blew.
But they obviously didn't have the same momentum as before. They didn't expect to be attacked by a sneak attack. They felt powerless, like an avalanche in the mountains.
People's strength and faith quickly waver.
The Viking soldiers defending at the front felt it the most.
The battle axes or iron tools in their hands were unable to resist, and even lengthened the shadow of fear.
will die!
The Crown Prince's Welsh archers, Oran's hospital riders, and some of the charge knights from East Anglia.
Facing the Vikings who were far outnumbered and in great disorder.
It becomes a cross feast.
Many soldiers were shot down by long arrows. When they tried to get up, larger and heavier iron swords penetrated the soft parts of their bodies.
Touch the intestines, touch the flesh.
Turning around casually, the card clicked.
For the traumatized, they finally heard the most unpleasant sound in the world.
There is never anything great or heroic about a murderous battlefield.
A frightened corpse with bones and flesh separated from the body.
Feces, urine, and feces were mixed with sludge and blood.
The wails were loud enough to hurt a person's ears.
Guthrum did not abandon the group of soldiers.
This has been with his followers and their children since the days of the former king of Denmark.
But his prestige and bravery as a leader only delayed the defeat.
A handful of berserkers roared and waved their weapons.
"Valhalla calls to me to write the legend of the North."
Some priests sang to the warriors, wanting to kill more, and beg Odin to have more Valkyries sleep with him in the future.
But when Gusrum's front line was broken through, fear outweighed excitement and anger.
Led by the living little leader, he ran like a mouse, trying to get into the hole.
Blood stained some wheat straw red.
Oran rode over, and his horse suddenly took a bite and chewed it with a happy face, and the taste seemed extremely delicious.
At this time, a Viking warrior who had fallen nearby stood up with all his strength, holding an iron sword in both hands and trying to get closer.
But a faster figure came on horseback, flew out his spear with all his strength, and shot the warrior right in the middle of the red heart.
"This is not the icy and snowy Northern Europe, but the warm England. Just use it as fertilizer, kid."
Shrike pulled up his iron helmet, exposed his eyes, and saluted Oran.
Oran then raised the Immortal Sword high, "Heavenly Father sees our courage to defeat the heretics, and England will have a good harvest this year,"
Then the pursuit of Guthrum continued.
If you want to go through the swamp on this flat ground, or retreat from the flat ground.
There are three roads and a small fork road to choose from.
Oran locks in Guthrum.
Expect him to lower his head to join Bjorn or run towards the swamp.
Both were possible, and in the end he chose the latter.
There the horses have a hard time and the chance of being overtaken is lower.
The battle was decided at dawn, and Orlan hunted Guthrum all day long.
There were fewer and fewer people running away, and in the end there were only a few people left around Gusrum.
His clan was torn apart.
When crossing the deep swamp, his iron helmet was nowhere to be found.
The long sword was used by him to cut through weeds and bushes.
The boots were filled with smelly water.
My whole body was covered in mosquitoes and I was in such a miserable state.
It was the shrike who first spotted him.
He was a warrior on horseback and hated going to the water, so Oran assigned him a position in the rear.
Unexpectedly, Gusrum felt that the Catholic soldiers on the battlefield would leave later.
After enduring the stinking water of the swamp for a day, we returned along the water again.
Not long after he landed and fled westward, he was chased and intercepted by a rider.
Guthrum had the right idea, but was out of luck.
The shrike was lazy, so he stole the fruit.
"Sir! Forgive me, I am willing to change my mind."
A young Viking warrior lowered his head, but he was actually preparing to attack the Shrike.
But the shrike is not stupid, and these are not unarmed, young and beautiful noble women.
After the shield bearers surrounded these prodigal dogs, they took bows and arrows.
Aiming at the soldier, "It's God's business to forgive you. I'm only responsible for sending you to see him."
An arrow was shot and missed!
Hold!
Shrike pulled another arrow, but it was still blocked.
As a knight of Oran Feng and a staunch supporter of the White Eagle, he has learned six or seven points from Oran's words and deeds.
"My Lord hates people who work hard, especially enemies. Now I declare that you are guilty. Go to death."
