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The river flows slowly. The flags of the Servis army on the north bank are bright and fluttering in the wind, while the Vikings on the south side are no less generous. Their flag patterns are more primitive and rough. The warriors on both sides use their own people across the river. Using verbal abuse, they banged their shields and weapons, and the sound of metal clashing almost covered up the sound of the rushing water in the entire river.
"Damn Alfred." Guzlen stood under his own flag and looked at the densely packed Wessex soldiers on the other side. He already understood that Alfred had already been prepared. If he hadn't captured it earlier If you enter the castle, you may be in a dilemma.
"Lord Gutzlen, the Wessex army blocked our way, but we can rest in the castle." The Earl of Suffolk walked to Gutzlen and reported to him.
"Well, it doesn't matter. We have plenty of supplies, and if they attack, let the archers shoot arrows on the castle." Guzlen ordered the Earl of Suffolk.
The Viking army relied on the castle and positioned itself along the river. As a result, no one on either side dared to cross the river to attack. Even the Norse and Wessex people knew that an attack across the river would easily be attacked by the enemy. .
"They can't cross the river, so we're stationed here." Alfred rode on horseback and observed the opponent's position. The Vikings had five or six thousand men, while the Wessex army had more than thirteen thousand people. Although the number was small, Alfred's army had the upper hand, but most were levied militia and were not as strong as the Vikings.
"Wise choice, whoever moves first now loses." Isaac said to Alfred.
"But Your Majesty, have we always been here?" The military manager was a little confused. Such a large army was in a stalemate, which cost a lot of money and supplies every day, which put great economic pressure on the kingdom.
"Your Majesty, we are under great pressure, and the Vikings are under greater pressure. All their supplies rely on sea transportation. As long as we delay them, they will definitely attack first." Isaac explained to Alfred.
"I understand. Order the county chiefs to deliver food and grass to us, and strictly order the earls to restrain the soldiers and never allow the levies to leave." Alfred ordered the Earl of Suffolk.
Under Alfred's strict orders, the Wessex army was in full swing, and the two sides were like two beasts ready to attack, staring at each other and reacting at any time.
However, this almost static confrontation was very depressing for both sides, so another way of fighting emerged. There was not completely no passage on the river. A simple wooden bridge spanned the river, and the army could not pass. But it can only accommodate two people in parallel.
"You bastards, come here and fight us!" A North warrior took off his armor. He stood on the bridge over the river and roared at the Wessex army on the opposite side, trying to provoke him. The other party, but the Wessexians accepted Alfred's orders and were therefore unmoved.
"Cowards." The North warriors mocked mercilessly as they challenged the Wessex people on the other side.
"Vikings who deserve to go to hell." Finally, several Wessex knights couldn't bear it anymore, and they immediately asked Alfred to challenge him.
"No." Alfred refused flatly. He didn't want the strategy he had set to be changed by his men.
"Your Majesty, in fact, we can also meet this challenge of fighting alone. After all, the dull blockade is actually also draining our morale." Isaac suggested to Alfred.
"Hmm." Alfred pondered for a moment, and it was true that the soldiers' morale was somewhat unstable due to the seemingly long confrontation.
"They are dragging." Ulf was also standing on the river bank, looking at the shield wall made up of pointed shields. The Wessex people were determined to block the Vikings. This tactic was clumsy but effective. After all, Guzlen's army came across the sea and entered Wessex, and supplies became their weakness.
"If we rush over together, we might be able to defeat them." Ange crossed her arms. She thought that if they rushed across at night, they might be able to defeat the Wessex people. After all, in the eyes of the Norse people, the Ansa people Just a bunch of cowards.
"The strong river is very dangerous, let alone at night. Maybe one of our own people will be drowned before we defeat the enemy." Ulf shook his head. In history, any attack that crosses half of the river is dangerous. , their situation at this time is simply like a battle between fat and water.
"The battle of fat and water, I know." Thinking of the battle of fat and water, Ulf suddenly had a plan in mind, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. Ange, who was familiar with him, knew that Ulf must have thought of some trick.
"I'm going to see Guzlen." Ulf turned around and walked towards the castle, leaving only Ange and the others who looked confused.
Guzlen was also thinking hard in the castle. After conquering the castle, his army had a stronghold and a sheltered house to live in. However, Alfred blocked the way with a large army. There was a river between the two sides. No one dared to move.
As a veteran warrior, Guzlen certainly knew the difficulty of being attacked by the enemy halfway across the river, but without an attack, so many people would need a lot of supplies.
"Lord Guzrun, Lord Ulf is here." At this time, a soldier from North reported to Guzrun.
"Ulf?" Guzlen was slightly surprised. At this time, the counts were divided into two groups. One group asked for a forced raid, and the other hoped to divert the direction of the raid and bypass Alfred's army, but then the castle would be destroyed. Will be handed over to the Wessex people again, and the two sides will immediately quarrel.
"Let him come in." Guzlen quickly asked someone to invite Ulf in. After capturing the castle, he valued the young lord very highly, and many counts also recognized Ulf's ability. After all, he could The feat of conquering the castle in one day is not something that anyone can accomplish.
"Wolf Tamer, Ulf." Ulf's name in Sweden has not always been spread among the Vikings, especially whenever Ulf appears, the big black wolf will follow him like a shadow, adding to the Inspired by the mystery of Ulf, some people even believed that Ulf was the incarnation of a certain Nordic god, which greatly increased the morale of Guzlen's army.
"Lord Guzrun, I have a way to break this predicament." Ulf walked into the hall and said loudly to Guzrun.
"Oh, Lord Ulf, what can you do?" Guzlen raised his head and asked Ulf.
"Send an envoy to ask Alfred's army to retreat a certain distance so that we can cross the river and set up our positions, so that we can end each other." Ulf suggested to Guzlen, and this suggestion was the Battle of Fat and Water Middle, the strategy of the Eastern Jin Dynasty.
"Crossing the river?" Guzlen frowned. He knew very well that if he was attacked by the Wessex people halfway across the river, he would probably face a complete defeat of the entire army.
"Yes, my lord, you must think this is a crazy plan, and the people of Wessex must think so too." Ulf saw Guzlen's frown, and if he knew the next step, anyone who listened Everyone would think that they were crazy. After all, even crossing the river to sneak attack on the other party was already very dangerous. Now, to actually tell them what they were doing was almost suicide.
However, Ulf told Gutzlen that he would send spies who knew the language of the Wessex people to ambush nearby during the night. Once Alfred ordered the army to retreat, they would immediately shout loudly, "Wessex is defeated and Alfred is killed!"
"In the midst of chaos, if we attack again, the opponent will definitely collapse in chaos." Ulf explained to Guzlen.
In the ancient world, even an army's communication and ordering was very slow, and it was easy for information errors to occur. What's more, Alfred commanded more than 10,000 people, lined up along the river bank, which actually increased the number of people. Communications are delivered slowly.
"I know." Guzrun's brows suddenly furrowed under Ulf's explanation. Not even Ivar the Boneless could come up with such a sophisticated strategy.
"It's just how do we get the Wessex people to move their attention away from the river so that our people can lurk." However, Ulf was slightly worried. Now Alfred's army is along the river bank. Put aside, it is difficult to have a chance to cross the river secretly.
"My lord, the people of Wessex have officially challenged us. They sent their own knights to challenge us on the bridge." Just when Ulf was at a loss what to do, the Earl of Suffolk walked in and said to Gutz Ethics report.
"Oh, there's a chance." After hearing the news, Ulf raised his brows, and he immediately went to watch with Guzlen.
I saw a wooden bridge erected on the wide river. This bridge was also built to prevent the Vikings. At this time, there was a man standing on the bridge wearing golden scale armor and a Roman crown helmet. The strong Ansa knight, who is 1.8 meters tall, stands with his head held high, holding a big sword.
"Wow, oh, damn Vikings, come and fight me." The Angsa knight shouted to the Viking army on the other side of the river. Every time he shouted, the Angsa soldiers behind him burst into laughter. .
"Let me go." A brown-haired North warrior picked up a buckler and an ax and walked towards the wooden bridge. He roared in front of the Anza knight, and the buckler hit him hard.
"Buzz~~." But Knight Ansa did not shy away. He raised the big sword in his hand, swung it above his head, and then slashed fiercely.
"Ping~~." With a loud noise, the round shield in the hand of the North warrior was instantly split in half by the sharp sword. Before the North warrior had time to react, the sword edge flashed past his neck. , with a crisp sound, the head of the North warrior was chopped off cleanly.
"Pfft~~~." Blood spurted out from the headless body, the head fell into the rolling river water, and the body fell on the wooden bridge with a plop.
"Waaahhhh~~~." The Angsa knight roared in victory, his eyes in the iron helmet full of contempt for the Vikings, and the Angsa army behind him burst into cheers, and their morale It suddenly became high.
On the contrary, our own soldiers were beheaded, and the Viking army seemed much silent. They were very angry, but this one-on-one challenge was fair and blessed by the gods, so no one would express any objection. Just annoyed.
"This is my champion knight, Augustus Angelo." One of Alfred's vassals said proudly.
"A good knight, thank the Lord for sending us such a powerful warrior." Alfred's face also showed joy. The knights under his command were so brave, it was like a god's help.
Of course, the Vikings were not to be outdone, and sent three powerful Norse warriors in succession, but they were no match for Augustus, and they were beheaded to death on the wooden bridge one after another.
"Abominable Ansa people." Guzlen saw the blood and corpses of Norse people piled at the feet of the knights on the wooden bridge. The mighty Ansa knight was waving the sword in his hand to show off to his compatriots and Norse people. .
"I'm afraid this is the champion knight of the Ansa people." The Earl of Suffolk said helplessly. Although in most cases, the North people have an absolute advantage over the Ansa people, there are also some powerful Ansa knights who can fight in singles. Gain the upper hand in a solo fight.
"Who can help me kill this knight?" Guzlen said angrily.
"I have a brave man from Denmark named Sigurd, who has a great reputation." One of the Earls of North immediately said to Gutzlen.
"Yes." Guzlen nodded and agreed to let the warrior named Sigurd fight.
"Oh oh oh~~." Sure enough, when the count loudly called out the name of his warrior, a burly 1.84-meter-tall No. The Si warrior rudely pushed aside the crowded Norse people, holding a pair of axes in his hands and squeezed out of the crowd.
When the Northmen saw such a strong and terrifying warrior, they couldn't help but cheer. They believed that this powerful and famous warrior would definitely be able to kill Augustus Angelo and wash away his shame.
"Ping ping ping~~." Soon, the sound of metal collision sounded on the wooden bridge, as well as the roar of the North warriors and the loud prayers of the champion knights.
"Hang~~~." With a crisp sound, the champion knight's sword and ax collided together, causing sparks to fly.
"Wow~~huh~~."
"Wow~~huh~~~."
The Vikings began to let out a war cry, using this sound to cheer Sigurd.
"In the name of the Lord, we pray for the knights, that the Holy Spirit will imbue the righteous side with divine power."
Not to be outdone, the Wessex people began to pray for the champion knight under the leadership of the priest.
"Pfft~~." Perhaps the prayers of the Wessex people had an effect, the champion knight shouted, used the long sword in his hand to use Sigurd's axe, and pierced his chest with the sword.
"Oh, Odin~~." Blood spurted out of Sigurd's mouth, and at the last moment of his life, he shouted Odin's name.
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