The killing of knights in this area of the camp meant that no one was directing the soldiers, but the commotion here had attracted the attention of other camps.
In the darkness, knights from other camps immediately led their cavalry and came in this direction.
"Retreat." Ulf narrowed his eyes, looked at the torches in the distance, and immediately shouted to his companions.
This night attack was just an attempt by Ulf to teach Alfred's cavalry a lesson to keep them afraid of the Vikings.
"Retreat, retreat."
Ange and others shouted loudly to his North soldiers in the darkness.
They carried their own weapons and gradually disappeared into the darkness as if they had suddenly arrived.
"Heitan, come back."
Ulf stepped into the grass. He looked back and looked around, and found that Heitan had not followed.
So, he put two fingers of his right hand in his mouth and blew hard.
A shrill whistle sounded
"Oh wow."
With a wolf howl, Heitan jumped into the grass, shook his big tail, and slowly walked to Ulf's side.
Ulf reached out and touched its furry head, looked back at the burning Wessex Cavalry camp, and then headed towards the castle.
At this time, Guzlen stood on the wall of the castle and witnessed everything before him.
When flames rose in the Wessex cavalry camp, Guzlen grinned, slapped the cold stone wall, and laughed loudly.
"Open the city gate."
When Ulf and others walked tiredly to the city gate, the North warriors on the gate tower immediately raised the city gate to allow these brave and bold warriors to enter.
"Well done, Ulf."
Guzlen stood at the city gate. When he saw Ulf walking in, he stepped forward and hugged him.
"Yes." Ulf nodded, feeling as if his throat was on fire.
Guzlen waved to the side, and a royal guard brought a wine jug and two silver cups.
Guzrun poured himself a glass and another for Ulf.
"Thank the gods for allowing us to have such an outstanding warrior." Guzlen raised his cup, praised the Asa gods loudly, and then drank the wine in the cup.
Upon seeing this, Ulf also drank up the wine in the cup. The sweet wine flowed down his throat, and his dry throat was moisturized. The slightly sour wine relieved his body's fatigue.
"Lord Guzrun, I suggest that the raiding warriors be provided with the same drink to relieve their battle fatigue." Ulf held the empty wine glass and said to Guzrun.
"Of course, I have prepared a banquet to entertain these brave warriors." Guzlen nodded slightly, patted Ulf on the shoulder with his generous palm, and led them towards the fortress hall.
Guzlen's mood changed at this time. During his many years of fighting, he had seen many pretentious warriors.
But they either use force and act recklessly, or they are cunning and cunning.
But brave and resourceful North warriors like Ulf are extremely rare.
In the fortress hall, sumptuous food and wine were placed in front of everyone, allowing Vargas and others to feast. Their exploits in daring to break through the Wessex cavalry camp in a night attack were talked about by others.
Looking at the scene in front of him, Ulf sighed with emotion at the simplicity of the Vikings. They would not be jealous of other people's achievements. On the contrary, they would be sincerely happy for the outstanding achievements of others. This may be the reason why the Vikings were able to defeat their pretensions. Civilized, but due to the intrigues of the Angsa people.
But Ulf didn't know how long this kind of simplicity could be maintained.
"Ulf, come here." Suddenly, Guzlen, who was sitting in the master's seat, gestured to Ulf beside him.
Ulf was puzzled, but he still listened.
"Originally I shouldn't tell you this, but I think you are qualified to know." Guzlen turned sideways and said to Ulf in a low voice. If Ulf hadn't had super hearing, he might not have been able to hear clearly. .
Ulf's expression did not change at all, but his brain was spinning rapidly.
What Guzlen was talking about was probably a withdrawal of troops. After all, it is impossible to hold a large army in a stalemate here. First of all, it is very difficult to obtain food and grass in enemy territory.
But this is something that everyone might have expected, so it’s nothing new. But looking at Guzlen's appearance, besides withdrawing troops, could there be reinforcements?
Just when Ulf thought of this, he denied it because after the big storm, the reinforcements and supply routes on the sea did not recover so quickly.
"Whoopi is coming." Guzlen was already slightly drunk at this time, and his eyes became blurry, but he firmly spit out the name of the person.
"Whoopi?" Ulf's brows furrowed. There were many Norse people named Whoopi, but there could only be one person worthy of being called by this name by Guzlen.
That was Ivar the Boneless, son of the great Nagra, and Ubbi, brother of Halfdan.
"Before departure, I had already communicated with him, requesting him to land from the south of Wessex and join us. But a storm blew them off course, and just recently a messenger from Ubbe found Without us, Ubbe will land in Devon," Gutzlen said to Ulf.
Devon is not far from Cornwall. If Ubbe lands from there, he will soon join up with Gutzlen. The two Viking armies will form an unstoppable force and sweep towards Wessex from the south.
"Damn the shame Alfred gave me, I will definitely avenge it." After Guzlen finished speaking to Ulf, he leaned back in his chair. Except for a few confidants, he did not tell this matter. anyone.
Because Guzlen knew that his prestige was far inferior to that of Ubi, if he announced this too early, some people in his army might have other ideas.
After listening to Guzlen's words, Ulf spent the rest of the night drinking quietly during the banquet.
His mind was spinning, Ubbe's army landed in Devon, and after joining them, they would most likely defeat Alfred. But Alfred's defeat does not mean that the Kingdom of Wessex will be destroyed, and the Ansa people will completely withdraw from the stage of history.
"Shura Martial God"
However, according to the course of history, this was not the case. In fact, the Vikings were eventually driven out of Britain.
"What's going on?" Ulf shook his head gently. Although he knew the general direction of history, when he was in the torrent of history, it was like seeing flowers in the fog. When it comes to specific things, Instead, you will become confused.
Therefore, Ulf could only wait patiently, hoping to get news from Ubbe and others as soon as possible.
