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Ulf kept changing the four troops in his hand, taking turns holding torches and driving from a distance, giving the defenders in Fort Lincoln the illusion that a large army was approaching. Of course, this was also Ulf's bet on Mai. The West Asians have been frightened by Guzlen, but then again, isn't war just a gamble?
"We are running around in circles here like fools." But not everyone was willing to obey Ulf's orders. Sigrid ran desperately among the crowd, complaining about Ulf's so-called strategy. I thought I was going to conquer the city, but instead it went in circles like a dog.
"Stop complaining, I'm not the same. This is the fifth time." Vargas was breathing heavily. In order to reduce the burden, he didn't even carry a shield and an ax.
"Are those people in the castle really so stupid as to think that an army is coming towards them?" Sigrid's hair was already wet from night dew and sweat. She raised her head and looked at it. In the heavy fog, The castle in the middle said.
Vargas also fell silent. After all, everything Ulf did was beyond the imagination of ordinary Northmen. Sometimes Vargas even felt that the gods were controlling them through Ulf's hands. .
"Gray Law~~." Just when everyone was filled with doubts, a neighing sound of war horses came from the thick fog, and dozens of war horses ran out of the castle.
"It's a war horse, grab it quickly." Ange was overjoyed. She didn't expect that the people in Fort Lincoln would actually give the war horse to them.
Many Northmen began to pick up nooses and capture the war horses. When the sky was dark, the trained war horses instinctively ran towards the place where there was fire.
When Earl Linzi sent the war horses out, he felt uneasy. Who knew if these Vikings really just wanted the war horses, or if they were simply testing him. Maybe he should persist in resisting for a while, right at Fort Lincoln. The people inside were anxious and uneasy, and the dawn of the next day gradually shone on the earth.
The mist that shrouded the castle gradually dissipated, leaving only the empty siege camp, filled with wooden poles, and burnt torches, with curls of green smoke still lingering on the torches.
"We were tricked by these Vikings." The knight walked to the camp and looked at the scene in front of him. He suddenly became angry and pulled out the sword at his waist and severely cut off a wooden stick.
"Those war horses are worth a lot of money." Earl Linqi looked bitter. He spent a lot of money to buy those war horses from merchants in order to form a cavalry. After years of hard work, they were cultivated in just one night. He gave them all to the Vikings, and his eyes suddenly darkened as he was so angry that he fell down.
"My Lord Earl."
In the river, Sigrid sprinkled water on a dark horse, and the horse enjoying the cool river water snorted and seemed to enjoy the shower, while Ulf and Ange stood on the bank and watched. At this time, the area around the longship was filled with the neighing of war horses and the joyful scene of Norse warriors trying out their horses.
"Ulf, why do we need war horses?" Only then did Ange express his doubts. The Northmen were good at foot combat, and riding horses was just a means of transportation for them. It didn't matter whether they had them or not.
"Do you know why the Britons can't defeat us?" Ulf smiled. He did not answer directly, but asked rhetorically.
"Because we are good at fighting, we have the blessing of Odin and the gods." Vargas was naked, pouring cold river water on his body, and said to Ulf.
"No, it's because of our longships. The British rivers allow us to attack and retreat quickly. But if we go deeper into the interior, the longships cannot enter. We can only win but not fail, because there is no way to escape." Wolf pointed to his longship and explained to Ange and others that the longship allowed the Vikings to be very powerful and flexible in mobility, but it also limited the scope of their attack.
"Only on land can war horses provide sufficient mobility without relying on rivers." Ulf reached out and patted the black horse brought over by Sigrid and said to Ange and others.
"If it is for fast movement, ordinary pack horses are enough. Why do we have to bother to find this kind of war horse?" Ange was still puzzled. Nordic horses or ordinary horses can provide them with mobility. Other Norse people It's not that they haven't tried it. They put the horses on the long boats, moved them to the end of the river, and then mounted the horses to attack, which could double the plunder range.
"Because I want to give you a new way of fighting." Ulf laughed. He grabbed the black horse's mane, turned over and jumped on the war horse, then clamped his legs, and the war horse neighed and spread its hooves and ran. .
"What is he going to do?" Vargas looked at Ulf who was riding a horse in surprise. He saw Ulf galloping towards the camp where he was stationed. At this time, the North warriors in the camp had the same expressions on their faces. Confused.
"Hey." Ulf rode his horse and ran wildly in the camp. He saw several spears leaning against the camp. When he passed by, he picked up a spear, then turned the horse's head towards Vargas and the others. Running in the direction.
"Gray Law~~." The war horse neighed, carrying Ulf and running towards the river, but Ulf immediately jolted, he took a deep breath, and clamped the back end of the spear firmly Under his arm, the tip of the spear was aimed at a big tree on the river bank.
Ulf was actually very uneasy. This kind of charge with a spear on horseback was a specialty of medieval knights, but it had to be practiced since childhood to master it. And whether he could perform this stunt for the Vikings.
"Ride it~~." Ulf kicked the war horse, recalling the charging movements of the knights in the film and television works, staring at the position three inches in front of the swinging spear tip, and clamped the tail end of the spear tightly.
"Ping~~." Just a clear sound was heard, and the war horse carried Ulf past the big tree. The tip of the spear smashed into the tree hard, and the tip of the spear sank deeply into the trunk of the tree, and Only half of the broken spear body was left in Ulf's hand.
"Oh~~~." Vargas and others were stunned. They had never seen such a fighting method. Ange stepped forward quickly. She grabbed the broken spear stuck in the tree, but pulled it out with force. But it didn't move at all, which shows how powerful it is under the charge.
"Huh, luckily I didn't make a fool of myself." Ulf dropped the broken spear body, and the tiger's mouth was slightly numb. Fortunately, Ulf's physical fitness was good, and he often completed riding and slashing, so he still knew some basic movement essentials. of.
"Ulf, do you mean to train our soldiers to fight on horseback?" Ange gave up on pulling out the broken spear tip. She was smart and immediately realized what Ulf was thinking.
"Yes, although we Norse have the advantage now, the Britons in the south are integrating. They will fight us with heavy cavalry. If we want to defeat them, we can only form our own heavy cavalry first. ." Ulf jumped off the horse and said to Ange and others.
"How do you know they are forming a cavalry unit?" Vargas asked in confusion.
"I know, and I know that our advantage is gradually disintegrating, but the leaders who lead the North army have not realized this yet." Ulf stared at Vargas and said to him with certainty.
Just when Ulf showed everyone his heavy cavalry fighting style, a man on horseback came outside Fort Lincoln, followed by several monks. He was wearing a gray hood. When he came to the city gate At that moment, he looked around curiously, took off his hood, revealing a circle of red hair and a bald head, and a hint of nostalgia appeared on his ugly face.
"God, what did I do wrong?" At this time, Earl Linzi was lying on the bed, groaning feebly. A priest was holding a censer and shaking it next to him, hoping that the incense in the censer could dispel the surrounding Earl. of misfortune and the devil.
"My lord, your nephew is back." Knight Etherel walked in. He waved away the priest and said to the count.
"Who?" Earl Linqi asked in surprise.
"Your nephew, Isaac, is back." Knight Etherel quickly repeated this in his ear.
"My dear uncle, long time no see." Isaac walked in slowly, with a smile on his face, and greeted Count Linzi on the bed.
"Oh, it's Issa! My dear nephew, long time no see. I heard that you went to the court in Wessex." Seeing Isaac's appearance, Earl Linzi finally regained some strength, and he stretched out his hand to hold his hand. She touched Isaac's face and kissed his cheek.
"Yes, I am indeed working for His Majesty Alfred." Isaac nodded and looked at Earl Linqi curiously. You must know that although his uncle is nearly fifty years old, he has always been in good health. Okay, so he looked curiously at the knight Etherel behind him.
"Too bad, we were teased by the Vikings. Your uncle was made mad by those Vikings." Knight Etherel spread his hands and said to Isaac.
"Oh? What happened?" Isaac was slightly stunned, but quickly asked what happened.
"This is what happened~~." Knight Etherel glanced at Count Linzi, and the Count nodded, and then told Isaac what happened.
"Haha, what an interesting group of Vikings." After a while, when Knight Etherel finished telling what happened, Isaac's eyes lit up and he couldn't help laughing, but he soon felt that he couldn't He laughed when his uncle was disappointed, so he quickly restrained himself, but in his heart he was very curious about this group of Vikings.
"Interesting, damn, they took away all my horses, God!" When Count Linzi thought of this, he trembled with anger. He hammered the bed and said with heartache.
"Can you let me go to the camp where the Vikings left?" Isaac asked the knight Etherel.
