Guzlen's supply fleet was completely destroyed by a storm on the sea. The lack of supplies for the army was a serious problem. In the past, the Vikings could support wars and loot local villages on the spot, but Alfred was Wessex built a fort and now blocked the way with a large army, making it impossible to get supplies.
"Now we can only hide in the castle and wait for the new supply ship to arrive." Ulf withdrew his gaze from the sea. It would be useless to continue looking at it. He suggested to Guzlen.
"That's all it can do now." Guzlen sighed. Storm is a great force of nature, as unpredictable as the will of the gods. The Vikings can only lament their luck, but they are just a little short of it. Able to defeat Alfred.
The Vikings all withdrew into the castle. They also built defenses outside the castle with horse-blocking equipment, and set fire to the obstructing buildings and trees.
"They actually hid in the castle. What happened?" At first, the Wessex people didn't know what happened. They could only watch the Vikings' actions from a distance. Even after experiencing the storm, they Nor dare they attack the Vikings easily.
"It's really strange." The smart Alfred also looked puzzled. This way of giving up the attack was not like the Vikings at all.
Isaac was also surprised, but when he came to the hill where he could see the castle and the coastline, he watched there all day. When the sun was about to set, Isaac saw a group of white seagulls floating in the sky. Hovering on the sea, he thought for a moment and suddenly ran frantically towards Alfred's military tent in the camp.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, I know, I know what's going on." Isaac ran out of breath. He rushed into the military tent and said to Alfred, who was about to have a meal.
"Oh?" Alfred picked up the linen handkerchief on the table, wiped his hands, and said to Isaac.
"It's supplies. Their supplies were destroyed in the storm, so seagulls, seagulls are circling in large numbers on the sea, looking for food in the sea." Isaac blushed and had a thick neck, gesticulating and dictating, with spittle flying around. .
"Supplies?" Alfred didn't understand at first, but the more he listened, the more his brows widened. He hurriedly followed Isaac out of the military tent, while several knights hurriedly followed.
When they came to the hill, they saw seagulls hovering on the sea, and the Viking flags in the castle hung listlessly. It was obvious that Isaac was right, the Vikings were out of supplies. .
"Your Majesty, this is a good opportunity. We can eliminate them." Isaac's face was rosy, and the opportunity to make great achievements was right in front of him.
"I understand." Alfred nodded firmly. He also knew that a person without food would not be able to fight no matter how brave he was.
The Wessex people moved very quickly, and their army quickly approached the castle. This ironic thing happened. The Vikings always surrounded the Wessex castle, but now But it's the other way around.
"They are coming." Ulf stood on the outside of the castle defense consisting of horses and trenches. He knew that he could not give in. Once he was surrounded, the consequences would be extremely terrible. Before he became the king of kings, Ulf I don’t intend to die here.
"Come on Wessex men." Vargas raised his ax and roared at the Wessex soldiers across the horse. Black Carbon also bared his teeth at the approaching crowd and let out a low roar.
"Let us fight with Ulf the Wolf Tamer." Encouraged by Ulf, the other earls also joined the battle. They chanted the slogans of Odin, Thor and Valhalla. In front of the horse, fighting in the trench, people were like groups of ants fighting each other.
"Waaaah~~." Ulf swung his ax and hacked to death a soldier who tried to cross the horse. The sharp ax hit his neck, and blood spurted out from the artery.
Such bloody fights are everywhere. The girl Sigrid is wearing a close-fitting leather armor. Like a death elf, she shuttles through the intricate entanglement of horses, fences, and trenches. When she sees a powerful person, When there is a Sikes man, he will quietly go over, pick up the sharp dagger in his hand and cut his throat, or stab his feet. The method is crude but effective, and wailing sounds can be heard everywhere.
Alfred was riding a horse. He watched his men rush towards the Viking defenses one after another. The two sides strangled each other, blood and flesh splattered. The scene in front of him was like a living hell. This made him He felt an uncontrollable sense of guilt, these people were all killing in his name.
"Lord! I hope I am doing the right thing." Alfred's throat slipped, and he couldn't help but pray to the cross in his hand.
"Your Majesty, we need more people to completely consume each other." Isaac, who was next to Alfred, did not notice the king's emotions. He was concentrating on the scene in front of him, calculating in his mind. How many more people are needed to completely defeat the Vikings?
"How many more people are needed?" Alfred looked at Isaac next to the horse, and irrational disgust surged in his heart. As a king, he admired Isaac's reason and strategy, but as a human being, as a As a Christian, he hated this way of treating people as bargaining chips.
"Three thousand more people are needed. Of course, two thousand of them are bound to die, but the remaining one thousand are enough to break through." After thinking about it in his mind, Isaac said to Alfred with his fingers crossed.
"That's enough." Alfred's disgust became even greater, and he tilted his head and said.
"Your Majesty, if you work harder, we can eliminate Guzrun once and for all. We only need three thousand people, no, two thousand five hundred people." Isaac said to Alfred hurriedly.
Alfred was silent, hoping that victory would come so that his kingdom would no longer be threatened and peace would come to Britain.
"Ah, ah~~." But the wounded soldiers brought down from the front line made him hesitate. These wounded soldiers who had their hands and feet chopped off and were wailing were originally just ordinary farmers or handicraftsmen, but now But he lost his hands and became a burden who could only beg.
"That's enough, withdraw the troops." Alfred could no longer endure this bloody war of attrition. His people continued to bleed and moan, but as their king, he was powerless and even had to continue to use human lives to fill the gap.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty the King?" Isaac looked puzzled. He didn't understand why he didn't continue fighting now, even though they could win.
