On the calm sea, a long and narrow dragon-headed warship was heading forward. This ship was followed by about fifty ships. They formed a fleet floating on the sea.
At the stern of the ship sat a North lord covered in white fur.
The sides of his head were shaved bald, and the braid on the top of his head hung down on the back of his head.
His eyes were as deep as an eagle's, staring at the endless sea in front of him.
The cool sea breeze blew against his face, but he was restless in his heart. This uncertain sea breeze had just blown him and the entire fleet off the channel, making his route more northerly.
"Whoopi, we see the coastline."
At this time, a North warrior wearing a bearskin said to the North lord sitting in the stern of the boat.
Whoopi turned his head and looked ahead, and sure enough, a narrow and elongated line appeared in front of him, which was a coastline.
Whoopi reached out and grabbed the rope. He stood up and narrowed his eyes slightly to look over.
A group of white seagulls were circling on the coastline, which seemed to indicate that they were on solid land.
"Raise the crow flag." A slight smile appeared on Whoopi's face. Although he did not reach the south of Wessex according to his destination, he believed that as long as his army set foot on British land, the plan would be successful. can proceed smoothly.
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A flag was hoisted.
This is a flag painted with black paint. Legend has it that three sisters spent an afternoon making this magical flag.
The crow spreading its wings means victory.
Of course, legend has it that if the crow's wings are down, then the battle is likely to be lost.
But Ubbe had never seen the flag's raven droop its wings, not when his father, the Great Nagra, held it, nor when his brothers had.
When the Viking fleet appeared on the sea in Devonshire, a rudimentary Angsa cavalry member immediately spotted them from a distance, turned his horse's head and galloped towards the ground where the county guard was.
His horse was very fast, and soon he arrived in front of the tent of Oda, the Sheriff of Devonshire, and jumped off the horse.
"What's going on?" Auda, who was sitting in a tent with several knights and studying a sheepskin map, heard the sound of the cavalry walking in and immediately raised his head and asked.
"They are coming, the Vikings are coming." The cavalryman panted and reported to Oda, his face pale with fear.
Auda put his hands on the map after hearing this, and his expression became serious. Although he had been preparing for this moment, he still couldn't help but feel a little nervous when he heard that the Vikings had arrived in his territory.
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"What should we do?" An Ansa knight held the sword at his waist and asked Oda.
Auda's eyes swept over the knights in the tent. He knew that he had to stay calm because these people still relied on him.
"Prepare for war and continue reconnaissance at the same time." Auda ordered almost instinctively. He had repeated this sentence in his heart countless times.
After saluting Aoda, the knights turned and left the tent to find their own troops and soldiers.
Oda sat alone in the tent, his eyes falling on the sheepskin map. The lines on it represented mountains and rivers, and finally his eyes fell on a coastline, where the Viking army led by Ubbi landed.
Just when Auda's army camp was enveloped in a murderous atmosphere.
There was a sound of donkey hooves trampling on the ground from outside the camp. This sound was particularly inconsistent with the neighing of the war horses in the military camp and the roar of the officers.
The guards of the military camp saw a strange monk wearing gray robes, riding a donkey, and accompanied by an attendant emerging from the path in the woods.
"Who brought the monk here? It's too early to pray now." The guards said to each other.
The monk took off his hood, glanced at the military camp, and a smile appeared on his ugly face.
"Please go and announce that His Majesty Alfred's envoy is here." The man riding on the donkey was Isaac. He followed Alfred's order and came to meet with Oda, the governor of Devonshire. Contact to achieve the purpose of offensive and defensive alliance.
The guards did not dare to neglect and quickly welcomed Isaac into the military camp.
Isaac got off the donkey, moved his fat legs, and walked in the military camp, looking around without hesitation.
Several warriors sitting nearby, sharpening their swords with whetstones, frowned and looked at Isaac.
And their eyes would fall on Isaac's short and thick neck from time to time, as if they wanted to use his neck to test the sharpness of their sword blades.
"Please come here."
Fortunately, the person who informed him quickly called Isaac to the tent, and he was able to get rid of the menacing gazes of the soldiers.
"Are you the envoy of His Majesty Alfred?" Auda frowned slightly. He looked at the red-nosed monk in front of him and murmured in his heart.
Alfred's reputation rose among the nations because of his courage to fight against the Vikings. At the same time, his piety and aristocratic temperament were also talked about among the upper class. For such a character, why should Issa be chosen? Can such an inconspicuous little person serve as a messenger?
Isaac took it all calmly, with a faint smile on his face and his hands in his sleeves, like a truly humble monk.
"Yes, this is a letter written by His Majesty." Isaac took Alfred's letter out of his arms and gave it to Auda to read.
An attendant took the letter and handed it into Auda's hands.
Auda looked at it rolled into a small roll, with the royal seal of Wessex printed on it with hot wax. He was sure that it was a letter from the king, and then he lowered his guard.
"I have wanted to contact His Majesty Alfred for a long time, but I was suffering from harassment from the Vikings and could not live in peace, so I neglected to send greetings. Please explain to Your Majesty." Auda said to Isaac humbly.
Isaac also hurriedly said a few polite words, but he quickly noticed the worried look on Auda's face, and then contacted the order in the military camp, and thought of something.
"Your Excellency, I saw the soldiers preparing their weapons and the officers were nervous and anxious. Did something happen?"
"Yes, a Viking ship was found near our coastline." Aoda nodded slightly and said to Isaac.
"Oh, but didn't the Viking army gather in Cornwall?" Isaac's stubby brows raised a few times and asked curiously.
"It's not clear, but my people said it was indeed a Viking ship, and we are preparing to defend our homeland." Oda put his sword on the table and said to Isaac.
Isaac looked at Aoda who looked serious and felt relieved.
Before coming, he was worried about Oda, the chief of Devonshire. Like everyone else, he would rather pay Danish gold to the Vikings than resist them.
But now it seems that the Sheriff of Devon County is quite a good man.
PS: I'm sorry for causing many readers to mistakenly think that this book is about to be cut off.
In fact, Bai Tang has a lot of things to deal with recently, and unfortunately he sprained his waist. It is very difficult for him to write while sitting, so he can only write when his health is a little better.
I would like to reiterate that this book is by no means a censorship. Even if it is written slowly and even if the grades are not good, I will finish it. Please feel free to collect it.
