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The weather in Britain gradually became hotter, and the flow of seawater began to move towards the south. Guzlen stood on the beach and paid close attention to the changes in the seawater. A month was not a long time for the slow pace of life in the medieval world. , during this time, they have been training soldiers and planning attacks.
"Are the counts ready?" Guzlen asked Scarface beside him.
"They are already waiting for you." Scarface said quickly to Guzlen.
"Very good, I'll come right away." Guzlen nodded slightly. In fact, except for some elites, the Viking army he led was not decided by him alone. It was mostly commanded by counts from different tribes. , that is to say, he is actually just an alliance leader.
"This time the counts have made many demands. They want more rights to distribute the spoils." Scar said to Guzlen as he followed Guzlen down the cliff.
"Give it to them." Guzlen waved his hand and said without any hesitation.
In his opinion, only after destroying Alfred or occupying Wessex, there will be plenty of loot and land, and those short-sighted earls will understand that he is the greatest after their stomachs are full. of Viking kings.
"Ahhhhh~~." When Guzlen returned to the castle with his personal soldiers, he saw that the castle was crowded with the entourage brought by the earls, and he opened the door of the hall and immediately heard to their noisy voices.
"come on."
"Push him down."
"beat him."
But Guzlen frowned slightly, because he saw two shirtless earls wrestling in his originally neat hall, while other earls were holding wine glasses and laughing with each other. .
"Ahem." When he saw Guzlen walking in, the sharp-eyed earl put away his smile and coughed violently.
"Ping~~."
"Watch if I don't knock your balls off and stuff them into your mouth." But the two counts who were fighting each other had no intention of stopping. They roared like bears, and their strong bodies were covered with bruises, but they Not caring at all.
Guzlen did not stop them, but walked to the seat on his own, tugged at his beard and watched with interest. The earls around him stopped making noises, they were like children who had done something wrong. , sat in their respective positions.
"Hoo, ho, ho~~." When the two earls were out of breath and found that the hall was extremely quiet, they stopped.
"You're welcome. We Northmen are brave and warlike. Come and serve wine to the two earls." Guzlen did not blame them. He waved his hand and asked the slave to pass the wine to them.
The two earls were patted on the shoulders in a friendly manner by the people around them, and they quickly reconciled, as if what they had just wanted to do to beat each other to death was all a show.
"Okay, you are not gathered here just for fighting. Are your troops ready?" Guzlen asked the counts at this time.
"Don't worry, our soldiers have long been tired of everything. They are eager for battle and blood." A young earl said to Guzlen. He came all the way from Denmark for wealth and land, but They stayed here for a long time.
"That's good, everything is ready, and the flow of the sea water is suitable for us to reach our destination." Guzlen nodded with satisfaction. The count's belligerence was exactly what he needed.
Guzlen ordered the counts to rectify their troops immediately. He led his soldiers to the outside of the castle. More than 5,000 North warriors gathered here, with surging heads and raised spear points in front of his eyes. Presented, such a powerful North army would make anyone who saw it feel unstoppable.
"A hundred long ships have been prepared on the beach. We can set off now." The young earl suggested to Guzlen impatiently.
"No, we need to wait for a lord." But Guzlen was not in a hurry. He asked the counts to settle the soldiers outside the castle, and he returned to the hall to wait patiently.
"Who are you waiting for? All the counts are here." The young earl looked confused. He looked at the other earls. All the powerful earls in Guzlen's army were gathered here.
"Is Guzlen waiting for that person?" At this time, Earl Sappho was thoughtful, and he seemed to have guessed who Guzlen was waiting for.
"Who are we waiting for? Could it be that the army of Halfdan's adopted son will join us?" The young earl was slightly surprised. In addition to Guzlen's army, the most powerful armies in Britain now are Halfdan who is on an expedition to Ireland, and Halfdan's adopted son.
"No, how is that possible?" Earl Sappho shook his head. Halfdan's adopted son's army was across Mercia, and it was impossible for him to condescend to join Guzlen's army.
"Then who is it that can actually make Guzlen and many earls wait?" the young earl said unconvinced.
On the forest road from Radfield to Cambridge Castle, there was a rumbling sound. A hundred-man Norse army was slowly advancing. A large black wolf ran to the left and right of the team, stopping from time to time. I came down and looked around cautiously.
"Ulf, the pack carriage seems to have fallen into a pit." Ange rode her horse and ran to the middle of the team. She said to Ulf and others.
"I'll go right away." Ulf rode a maroon horse. He immediately followed Ange on horseback. The two of them came to the front of the team, and sure enough they saw a pack horse struggling to pull the truck. The heavy items on the train were covered with linen, and the heavy solid wooden wheels of the car were leaning in the pit.
Ulf immediately jumped off the horse, summoned several North warriors, and lifted up the wheels of the wagon. With a loud noise, the packhorse neighed, and the packhorse returned to the team.
"Ulf, with such heavy things, we can't keep up with Guzlen's army." Ange looked at the slowly advancing team and couldn't help but said to Ulf.
"They will wait for us." Ulf was not in a hurry. He knew that Guzrun would be waiting. The Vikings did not have the technology and experience to attack the city. If they wanted to defeat the Wessexians, Guzrun would have to wait. Just have to wait.
At this time, the earls in Cambridge Castle were already impatient. If Guzlum told them that the person waiting was a famous warrior or earl, they might recognize it, but when Earl Sappho told them that Guzlum might The earls were shocked when a Swedish lord from East Hamar was waiting.
“Where is East Hamar and why have I never heard of it?”
"I heard that it was the territory of Bjorn Ironbone, but I have never heard of Lord Ulf of East Hamar."
"It's ridiculous that a nobody should make so many of us wait."
When Ulf led the army to Cambridge Castle, it was already evening. When the anxious earls looked at Ulf and others, if their eyes could kill, they would have torn Ulf and others apart long ago. into pieces.
"Lord Ulf." When Guzlen saw Ulf's team, he ran excitedly from the castle hall to the square. This siege force was his trump card.
"Lord Guzrun, I brought the weapons you need." Ulf said to Guzrun with a smile.
"What kind of weapon is it?" The impatient earls who had been waiting for a long time also gathered around curiously. They looked at the heavy items on the carriage.
"Great, with these weapons, we can deal with the castle in Wessex." Guzlen patted Ulf on the shoulder with satisfaction, but there was a trace of doubt in his eyes, because what about the things on the carriage? It's all like a pile of lumber.
"Dear Guzlen, is this a pile of rubbish what you are waiting for?" The young earl pointed to the things on the carriage and said to Guzlen with a strange expression.
"What, these things can break into the Wessex castle, hahahaha, am I dreaming?" The other earls also burst into laughter. They didn't believe at all that the waste-like wood piled up on the carriage , can actually break through a strong castle.
"Lord Guzrun, the siege equipment is very complicated and must be packed for transportation." Ulf just smiled. He knew how to explain to this group of Viking earls, but he couldn't explain it clearly at once, so he asked Guzrun said.
"I understand." Guzlen looked at Ulf. He nodded slightly and waved his hands to order people to load the contents of the carriage onto the longboat, and asked the earls to lead their troops to board the ship.
"Hmph, if this kind of useless waste can also defeat the fortress, I, Lord Roy of the Coast, will always respect and praise you." The young Earl Roy said to Ulf with a sneer on his face.
"How dare you insult our lord." Ulf said with a smile on his face, but Angor beside him suddenly became angry and pressed his hand on the ax handle at his waist.
"What, you country bumpkins still want to attack me?" Roy looked disdainful, and his companions behind him also put their hands on the hilts of their swords. Suddenly, people on both sides of the clearing became tense.
"Stop it, Lord Ulf is the person I invited to make siege equipment. I will not sit idly by and do nothing." Guzlen immediately stopped him. He could not tolerate internal strife before setting off for the expedition.
""Ange. "Ulf also held Ange's hand to prevent her from pulling out the axe, and then faced Roy, "Lord Roy, if these siege equipment of mine can indeed destroy the enemy's castle, you must keep your word. . "
"Of course, as the Lord of the Coast, I swear to the gods and the Ringwraiths, but what if you are just a braggart?" Roy immediately raised his hand and pointed the ruby ring on his hand at everyone, He swore loudly.
"If I fail, I will compensate you one hundred pounds of gold." Ulf said loudly without fear, and as soon as his words fell, he immediately caused a commotion.
"A hundred pounds of gold?"
"Is it really that much?"
"This bet is really interesting."
Many people exclaimed in surprise, and some who were not afraid of the excitement began to bet with a few silver coins on who could win between Ulf and Roy.
"One hundred pounds, do you really have that much gold?" Roy asked in disbelief.
"Of course, if I don't pledge my territory to you, but if you lose, do you have to compensate me for one hundred pounds of gold?" Ulf's mouth raised slightly and he said to the coastal lord Roy.
"I~~." Roy's eyes widened. He wanted to refuse. After all, one hundred pounds of gold was not a small amount, but if he refused at this time, it would definitely damage his reputation.
"I know, then let's ask Mr. Guzlen and the earls to testify." Roy gritted his teeth and said loudly to Ulf.
"It's a deal." Ulf said calmly.
This episode did not affect the speed of the march. On the contrary, it provided the Vikings with something to talk about. They even became interested in Ulf's large bags of things.
"Lord Guzrun, some of our troops will set off on their own longships." In order to follow Guzrun as quickly as possible, Ulf only brought Anger, Luther and the infantry, while the cavalry troops took their own The longship arrived shortly afterwards.
"Lord Ulf, take a boat with me!" Guzlen said to Ulf.
The waves of the sea sparkled with phosphorescence, and a long horn sounded. Hundreds of Viking longships left the coast and sailed towards the sea. The Norse warriors sat in the cabins, picked up the wood pulp and rowed hard, hovering above the masts. Flock of white seagulls.
"Alfred, we're here." Ulf stood at the stern of the ship, looking at the receding coast. He knew that this would be a battle to determine the control of Britain, and Alfred would never be the same again in history. This emergence gradually curbed the Vikings' offensive momentum.
Without him as a time traveler, Guzlen would most likely have returned without success, and Alfred would have gained huge reputation and confidence from this battle. But now that Ulf has joined, the siege equipment he carries will pull out the fortress that Alfred has worked so hard to build. So who will win and will it change the direction of history? This control lies with Ulf hands.
"Lord Ulf, you look very excited?" At this time, Guzlen, who was sitting on the bow of the ship, leaned on the dragon's head. He held a wine glass and said to Ulf with a curious expression.
"Of course, this is a big war. As a Norseman, how can you not be excited?" Ulf smiled. He seized power from a slave in a remote territory and became a lord. At this time, he joined the magnificent world. During the British Conquest, this was something that ordinary people could never imagine in their lifetime.
"Hahaha, I'm very curious. When I told you that I was going to attack Dovit County, you didn't seem surprised at all." Guzlen held the wine glass and asked Ulf curiously.
"Well, that's not surprising. After all, Dovit County can avoid the heavily guarded border and directly threaten Alfred's core territory. If successful, it can best attack them." Ulf shrugged and said to Guzlen .
"Well, but ordinary counts can't think of this, just like they can't think of your strange siege equipment." Guzlen squinted his eyes, a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and said to Ulf .
