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Alfred finally chose the suggestion of the military commander. The supply of more than 10,000 people really put a lot of pressure on him. In his heart, he also hoped to resolve this battle as soon as possible.
"Alfred agreed to our proposal." When the messenger passed the news back to Guzlen and others, Ulf's eyes became sharp, and his handsome and sunny face looked extremely serious.
"The military is a major event for the country. I hope this strategy of mine can succeed." Ulf thought to himself, even a little nervous.
Just as Ulf and Guzrun began to prepare to cross the river, Ange found Ulf who was busy. She told Ulf that the longship of the female shield cavalry had arrived.
"They are finally here." Ulf breathed a sigh of relief. He was very confident in this troop of shield lancers that he had carefully cultivated.
"Boom~~~." At this moment, footsteps sounded from across the river bank, and the Wessex soldiers who had originally positioned themselves along the river bank were packing up their shields and weapons, turning around and retreating. Sure enough, according to the agreement with Guzlen, they began to retreat.
"It's begun." Ulf frowned slightly. He only felt his throat was dry. The plan started to be implemented, but he was more nervous than when he made the plan.
"Retreat, retreat." The sergeants commanded their soldiers to retreat, but it was impossible for more than 10,000 people to move in a completely orderly manner, especially with a large number of recruited infantrymen among them. The originally neat formation suddenly changed. There was chaos, with people in front pushing people behind, and many people behind didn't know what was going on.
"Oops." Isaac, who had been watching the Wessex army outside Alfred's military tent, felt his heart beat violently for a few times, and an ominous premonition came to his heart.
"Timing." Ulf's pupils shrank suddenly, and he seemed to have grasped a so-called advantage on the battlefield.
"Sigrid, Sigrid." Ulf immediately called loudly, and Sigrid immediately came to his side and looked at Ulf in confusion.
"What's up?"
"Immediately lead the archers and shoot at the Wessex people." Ulf raised his hand, pointed at the Wessex people on the other side of the river who were retreating, and shouted to Sigrid.
"Got it." Sigrid glanced at the other side of the river. Although she didn't understand why they were shooting at this time, she immediately led the Viking longbowmen to the river bank.
"Whoosh~~~, brush~~~."
"Wow~~~."
The Viking longbowmen raised their longbows at a forty-five-degree angle, and fired arrows at the Wessex people on the river bank. The arrows fell like raindrops on top of the enemy's heads without even needing to aim.
"Wow~~."
"Whoosh~~, ah~~."
Under the arrows, the Wessex people fell down one after another. The injured people held the arrows and howled. The formation that was still barely maintained immediately became chaotic.
The timid Wessex levies hurriedly avoided, but knocked their companions into the river. The well-trained sergeants prepared to raise their shields to resist the arrows, but they were staggered by the crowd and could not form an effective formation at all. defense.
"Lord Guzrun, now." Ulf raised his eyebrows. He tightened his grip on the buckler, raised his ax and roared, rushing towards the other side of the river.
"Warriors, charge~~." Guzlen immediately understood Ulf's intention. He pulled out his Viking iron sword and personally led his followers to charge.
"Oh oh oh oh oh~~~." The North warriors rushed towards the river bank like a tide. Many of them who could swim held their weapons in their mouths and swam towards the other side with bucklers on their backs.
"The Vikings are coming and we are defeated."
"We are defeated."
"The king is dead.
"His Majesty Alfred was killed~~."
At the same time, before the Wessex army could wait, various rumors rang out, making the Wessex people even more confused.
"What, His Majesty is dead?"
"We failed?"
“The Vikings crossed the river, oops.”
Even the earls were horrified at this time. They didn't believe these rumors at first, but suddenly they saw the Vikings coming ashore from the river like devils, dripping with water and rushing over with axes in their hands. They had no choice but to believe it. .
"Wow~~." The Wessex man closest to the river bank was chopped to the ground with an axe. Driven by fear, the others began to instinctively retreat desperately, which made the military formation even more chaotic.
"It's not good, it's not good." Isaac looked at the noisy and chaotic river bank. Many people had begun to escape through the military camp towards the fields. This situation was very dangerous, which meant that Wesek's army began to collapse.
"What happened?" At this time, Alfred, who was praying, hurriedly came out. He looked at the scene in front of him in surprise. His army collapsed in front of his eyes.
Isaac raised his eyes and looked around. He suddenly saw several people wearing the uniforms of Wessex soldiers holding torches to light tents everywhere. The fire and smoke rose in the camp, deepening the panic.
"Your Majesty, there are spies over there." Isaac quickly raised his hand and said loudly to Alfred.
"Catch them." Even though Alfred was a gentle monarch, he was so angry that his lungs were about to explode. Everything was just as Isaac said, it was all a trick of the Vikings.
"Yes, Your Majesty." The two guard knights in chainmail immediately pulled out the swords at their waists and ran in the direction Isaac pointed.
"Your Majesty, are you okay?" A count ran over panting. When he saw Alfred, he was stunned and asked quickly.
"What's the matter?" Alfred was also surprised. He remembered that this count should be stationed on the river bank, facing the Vikings, but why did he appear here?
"They said you were killed and many levies were fleeing." The Earl said to Alfred quickly.
"Damn it, this is all a trick of the Vikings, I'm not dead." Alfred said hurriedly.
"Your Majesty, mount your horse quickly." Isaac looked at the chaotic scene around him and suddenly said to Alfred.
"Huh?" Alfred was stunned for a moment. He didn't understand what Isaac meant. Did he want him to escape?
"Hurry up and take off your hood." Isaac led a horse. He asked Alfred to ride the horse, then took off his chainmail hood, revealing his face.
"I know." Alfred then understood what Isaac meant. He did as Isaac said, took off his hood, and appeared in front of the fleeing troops.
"Don't run away, I am Alfred, I am not dead, look at me." Alfred shouted to the soldiers, letting them see his face clearly. Many soldiers who saw Alfred said this Then they stopped in confusion and gathered around him.
Although Alfred gradually stabilized his army by showing up in person, his army had been driven away from the river bank by the Vikings. They ran wildly all the way, as if they were driven away by the Vikings. Running like a flock of sheep.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, we must stop." Isaac ran wildly on his donkey and finally caught up with Alfred. At this time, thousands of their soldiers had fled, but the earls began to After gathering the troops, they finally stopped in a forest with a hill on their back.
"Isaac." Alfred was also panting. He looked at the equally embarrassed counselor and said to him.
"Your Majesty, we haven't lost yet, but if we retreat again, we will lose completely." Isaac swallowed hard and then said to Alfred.
"I know, let the counts come immediately." Alfred looked around. Fortunately, the soldiers did not abandon him. At this time, there were at least eight or nine thousand people in the army.
Ulf stood in the messy camp. He picked up the ax in his hand and wiped the blood on his face with the back of his hand. The battle just now did not actually kill many Wessex people. After all, the Vikings who crossed the river There were actually not many people. By the time the large army arrived, Alfred had already led the army to get rid of the pursuit.
"Lord Ulf, Lord Ulf." At this time, Guzlen looked excited. He didn't bother to wipe the blood on his body. He walked over with a smile and gave Ulf a hard bear. hug.
"Lord Guzrun." Ulf took a breath and let out the turbid air in his chest. He smiled and said to Guzrun.
"Great victory, great victory! The damn Wessex people are as vulnerable as lambs." Guzlen patted Ulf on the shoulder and said to him.
"No, sir, we haven't won yet, Alfred and his army have not been wiped out." Ulf shook his head and said to Guzlen.
"You are too harsh on yourself. Come here, the other earls also want to congratulate you. I tell them that this is all your plan." Guzlen pulled Wulf and walked towards the earls.
When the earls learned that all this was the plan of the young lord in front of them, Ulf, they couldn't help but be shocked, and they couldn't help but sigh that his tricks were comparable to Ivar the Boneless.
"If Ivar is still alive, I really want to know his evaluation of this strategy." The coastal lord Roy couldn't help but sigh. He has now completely given up. On the contrary, he even praised Ulf vigorously. After all, he lost to A famous person will not only not damage his reputation, but will increase his reputation.
"That's right." The other earls nodded. People who can fool Alfred and the people of Wessex deserve their respect.
"My Lords, we cannot stop the pursuit like this. If we cannot completely eliminate Alfred's army, we may be in danger." Ulf knew that if Alfred's army was not eliminated for one day, their lone army would be Increasingly dangerous.
"Ulf is right. He immediately ordered the soldiers who crossed the river to assemble. Let's go find Alfred and thank him for the hospitality he gave us." A cruel look flashed in Guzlen's eyes, and he twisted his hands. Twisting the beard on his chin.
"Wow~~Hu~~~." The counts raised their weapons and let out a Viking roar.
The two armies soon faced off again, this time without the obstruction of the river. They both glared at each other, Wessex colorful flags fluttering, while on the other side various Viking paintings were painted on the hides, rough The flag of madness was also raised at the same time.
"Black wolf head, black wolf head again." Isaac was in the military formation. He saw among the Viking flags, a black wolf head flag flying in the military formation on the right, the black wolf with a scarlet tongue sticking out. , as if looking at them with salivation and wanting to have a full meal.
Isaac's heart suddenly trembled, why does this black wolf-headed flag always appear every time when bad luck comes? It is simply like a demon flag.
"Wow ah ah~~."
"what is that?"
At this time, a commotion broke out among the Wessex soldiers, and they whispered to each other.
"Oh~~." From the front of the Vikings' military formation, I saw a huge black wolf howling as it walked past the Vikings' military formation, like a general on a military parade. And this strange scene was extremely strange in the eyes of the Wessex people.
"God, they are indeed the devil's army."
"Devil, devil~~." The Wessex priests desperately crossed themselves on their chests. They believed that the appearance of an ominous black wolf in front of them must be the devil exerting his terrible magic, and they became even more convinced. The devilish attributes of the Vikings.
"Don't panic, the Lord is on our side." Seeing that the morale of the army was somewhat shaken, Alfred immediately encouraged him loudly.
The morale of the Wessex people recovered a little, and Viking roars erupted from the Vikings. The roar was like waves, and the sound of beating shields and axes was like drum beats. In one's heart.
"For the glory of the Lord and for His Majesty the King, charge~~~."
The earls and knights of Wessex shouted, and they led the army to charge towards the Vikings.
"Odin~~~."
"For Valhalla~~~."
The Vikings were not to be outdone. They shouted the names of the northern gods and the name of Valhalla, and also charged at the Wessexians.
"Boom~~."
"Ping ping ping~~."
"Wow~~."
The two armies collided fiercely like wild beasts, axes and swords collided with each other, bucklers and eagle shields collided with each other, and the shouts and wailings resounded through the sky.
"Hmph hum~~~~."
In the faraway Prophet's Holy Land in East Hammar, Sweden, the prophetess seemed to feel something. She opened her arms and turned in front of the altar in the tree hole. The light above her head shone on her meticulous body. Her graceful body, The pure white ketone body blends into the sacred drumbeat, as if thousands of souls are building a bridge with themselves to reach the sacred Valhalla.
"Wow~~." Ulf's eyes were red. He raised his ax and pointed it at a fallen Wessex soldier, slashing hard, and blood spurted out from the enemy's body.
"Hoo, ho, ho." Ulf's face and body were covered with blood. He occasionally raised his head and saw a blood-red hole in the dark clouds in the sky, from which the light shone on the battlefield. A large crow flies in the light.
"Huh?" Also beside Alfred, scholar Jacob also raised his head and looked over, with a look of surprise on his face.
