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Isaac's words were like ringing a loud bell next to a comatose patient, waking Alfred up. There was no longer any hesitation of appeasement in his heart, and he was completely determined to fight the Vikings. , but Isaac said that the Vikings had a fatal weakness, which not only made Alfred listen with an open mind.
"The Vikings seemed to be as unstoppable as the waves, but among them were Danes, Norwegians, Swedes, and even many Norsemen from all corners, all swarming in with their cruelty and cunning. It suddenly frightened our people, even the nobles." Isaac said slowly to Alfred.
"But I'm not afraid of them." Alfred raised his chin. This young monarch had helped his elder brother fight against the Vikings in the past, and the martial tradition had not been lost from his bloodline.
"Yes, we don't need to be afraid. The strength of the Vikings is obvious, but their weaknesses can also be seen." Isaac nodded slightly and said to Alfred.
"What is it?" Alfred asked curiously.
"The strength of the Vikings is built on strong leaders. Whether it is Ivar the Boneless, Halfdan the White Shirt or Guzrun, they all lead the way." Isaac continued to Alfred.
"Yes, their leaders are also powerful warriors." Alfred also had to admit that the Viking leaders were more heroic than their generals, so the Vikings' morale was boosted in every battle.
"They are a group of wolves led by a powerful wolf. The so-called Viking army is just a small alliance of independent tribal armies. In my opinion, it is not that these leaders are brave, but that they are forced to have no choice but to You must be tough, otherwise this alliance is likely to fall apart." There was a sharp look in Isaac's eyes, but his words were extremely reasonable, even if he thought about it carefully, Alfred pondered.
"When Ivar the Boneless died in Ireland, his army immediately split into two parts. It can be seen from here that the Vikings are not united within themselves, and this is our opportunity." Isaac's The sound was sonorous and powerful, like a hammer hitting Hong Zhong hard.
"I understand, but what should we do?" Alfred agreed with Isaac's advice, but as a monarch he preferred a solution.
"Your Majesty is right to start establishing a standing army. This will be a long-term way to deal with the Vikings, but we can't just think about using clean methods. Maybe some dirty methods are also quick and convenient alternatives." Isaac said He sighed secretly in his heart. He actually knew that Alfred, who was a devout believer in Christianity, had very high moral standards in his heart, but as a mature king, he needed to do whatever it took for the interests of the country.
"Hmm." As expected, Alfred's brows furrowed and he pursed his lips tightly, feeling very displeased, but he did not object.
"Sigh." Isaac sighed secretly in his heart. It seemed that he would not become Alfred's favorite courtier, but if he did not make such suggestions, he would not be able to completely solve the Viking troubles.
"I know, I will think about it carefully." Alfred nodded to Isaac and asked him to step back first, as if he wanted to think about it carefully.
After Isaac bowed deeply to Alfred, and glanced at Alfred who was sitting, just as he turned around to leave, Alfred stopped him.
"Isaac, I will ask the treasurer to give you twenty gold coins to thank you for your service to the country and the royal family." Alfred's voice came from behind Isaac, and it seemed that the king knew very well What Isaac did for him.
But Isaac no longer felt any excitement at this time. Although twenty gold coins were considered a considerable reward, he was still a little disappointed in his heart. He would rather Alfred not give him the money.
Isaac left the palace with regret. He came to the treasurer's office to cash his reward, eager to find a tavern to enjoy strong drinks and the service of beautiful women.
"Dang lang rang~~." A crisp sound jumped on the table, and then slowly stopped. Isaac was stunned when he looked at the five gold coins on the table.
"Well, dear treasurer, I remember that His Majesty the King promised me twenty gold coins." Isaac opened his eyes wide and said to the treasurer sitting behind the table.
"Yes, His Majesty the King did tell us to pay you twenty coins, but you see, five coins need to pay kingdom tax, ten coins are given to the Council of Wise People, and all the rest is yours." The financial officer nodded, and A line was drawn with a quill on the sheepskin, marking out Isaac's reward.
"Okay!" Isaac smiled bitterly and reached out to pick up five gold coins. In order to pay for the property of the Council of Sages, they did have the right to tax all rewards.
Alfred did listen to Isaac's suggestion, but he was unwilling to do such a dark strategy and could only arrange it privately, and these assassins must have nothing to do with the Kingdom of Wessex. , otherwise once caught, it is likely to arouse the Vikings' revenge and anger. After all, Nagra's precedent has not faded.
"Dong dong dong~~." With the beating of war drums, Guzlen's army slowly marched into a vast area. Opposite them was a large army hastily put together by the Mercians. The number was large, but Morale was low, and they were in constant fear of facing the Vikings.
"Our people are trembling." The leader of this army was King Theowulf of Mercia. He looked at the Vikings with high morale on the opposite side, and then at his own soldiers. Most of them were assembled by the civilian army. The elite troops were formed with the lord's followers and nobles as the backbone. This was a military organization called the Shelu system.
"But we are determined to protect our homeland." Siowulf's personal royal general said firmly. Under the attack of the Vikings and Welsh, the Mercians had become increasingly weak and had to use their remaining resources. He bribed the Vikings with a small amount of property, but the Vikings were like hungry wolves who couldn't get enough to eat, and now they came to the door again.
Ulf led his companions and stood on the left wing of Guzrun's army. This was the first time that Ulf participated in a large-scale battle involving thousands of people. The sound of war drums on the battlefield beat their hearts. The enemies were densely lined up in front of them like a wall, right between two forests. The colorful clothes and armor gave people the feeling of a fight outside the school.
"There are their elite troops." The Earl of Suffolk raised his finger and pointed at the Mercians opposite. Those wearing chainmail, holding shields and swords were the personal guards who inherited the Celtic tradition. .
"It's a pity that it's a little far away." Ulf looked around. It was obvious that Guzlen did not trust the strength of Ulf and others now, so he arranged them on the left wing far away from the central battlefield, but for Ulf As far as the husband is concerned, this is fine, just as he is accumulating battlefield experience.
"Woo~~." A dull horn sound sounded. Guzlen impatiently ordered his men to blow the horn, urging the troops arranged in two rows to advance slowly. Due to the problem of information transmission on the battlefield, everyone must pay attention at all times. The trumpet, and the order delivered by the messenger.
"Forward." Ulf commanded his team of one hundred people. He looked at the direction of Guzlen's flag, listened to the orders of the horn and drums, and took steps to lead with his round shield and ax in hand. The army slowly advances forward, neither too quickly nor too slowly. It must keep pace with other armies around it.
"Boom, boom, boom, boom~~." The Viking army was not noisy. They advanced silently, like waves on the sea hitting the enemy. There was only the sound of heavy footsteps, like muffled thunder. sounded like.
"Oh oh oh oh~~." The Mercians felt the pressure of silence. Under this pressure, some Mercians began to roar and bang their weapons, trying to cover up in this way. Inner panic.
"Steady, steady." King Theowulf of Mercia tried his best to order, but the horse he stepped on had already begun to snort uneasily and pave the soil with his hooves.
"Your Majesty, if we don't attack, our people will probably be afraid to escape." The king and the general beside him suggested that the fear of the Vikings has long been deeply rooted in the people, but the repeated oppression has made the people of Mercia boiling with resentment. They also had to raise troops to fight.
"Attack!" Siowulf licked his dry lips, crowned his head, and nodded in agreement with the general's words.
"Woooooooo~~." The sound of metal horns sounded, urging the Mercian army to press over in the same formation. From above, a wall of flesh composed of two soldiers could be seen, slowly approaching and squeezing.
"Fire arrows~~." Before there was any more close combat, the archers from both sides began to exert their power. The Kate's bows and the Viking longbowmen separated the military formations of both sides and threw arrows towards them. The arrows were covered like raindrops. To them.
"Shield." The shouts of the generals of the squad rang out one after another. The Vikings immediately raised the round shields in their hands to resist the arrows above their heads.
"Dodo doo~~." Ulf also ordered his men to raise their shields. There was a dull sound, and several arrows even penetrated the buckler in his hand, and the sharp arrows were exposed.
"Huh." Ulf exhaled slowly. He looked around. Fortunately, Vargas, Ange, Luther and others were all fine. Even the other soldiers were in good use. The buckler protected himself.
"Wow~~Hu~~." The Viking war cry began to sound at this time, stirring the soul of every attacking Viking.
