However, Isaac knew that the Vikings could not be defeated by courage alone, and must be matched with wisdom and tactics.
"My lord, how do you plan to deal with these Vikings?" Isaac asked Aouda.
"We will fight it on the tidal flats and in the villages." Auda's eyes showed determination, as if nothing could scare him.
"Yes, but you will fail." Isaac frowned and reminded Aouda.
"The Lord will give us courage and victory." But Oda was unmoved. He was not the kind of nobleman who was raised in a strong castle, but an Unsa warrior.
"Thank you Lord, but before that we should make a detailed plan." Isaac clasped his hands together. While thanking the Lord, he did not fall into religious superstition.
Auda touched his beard and his eyes stayed on the strange monk in front of him for a few seconds, as if he wanted to see through him.
"Then tell me your plan." Although he didn't understand why he believed the bald monk in front of him, Auda decided to let Isaac continue.
Isaac breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. He knew that his appearance and profession would easily make these powerful people despise his abilities, but in order to defeat the invading Vikings, he could only endure the humiliation and bear the burden.
"We can't fight with him on the beach." Isaac frowned, pointed at the parchment map on the table, and said to Auda.
"Why, wouldn't it be the most appropriate time to stop the Vikings there before they can completely land?" Auda looked at Isaac with some confusion and asked him.
"Because of this, we can't attack them there." Isaac said firmly.
In Isaac's view, the Vikings were also very aware of the dangers of the tidal flats, so they would be very cautious and ready to charge.
If we block it there, even if we win, it will be a miserable victory, and there is no reason at all.
Auda fell silent after listening to Isaac's analysis. He had to say that what the monk in front of him said made sense.
"Then where should we fight? In the castle?" Aoda frowned and said to Isaac.
"That's not necessary. Let's hide our troops in the woods and swamps and let them come to us!" Isaac blinked, his fat face covered with greasy sweat, but his eyes were extremely clear. .
Aoda touched his chin. If he withdraws his army into the woods and swamps, it means abandoning other villages in his county.
The Vikings would unceremoniously loot the villages in his territory, which was extremely humiliating for a county chief because he could not protect his territory and its people.
"Vikings are powerful in combat, but they are not gods, and they are not monsters made of steel and iron. Starting from the basics, they must eat and breathe." Isaac's face came closer, he poked the map with his finger, and spoke in a low voice. Auda said.
Auda's brows furrowed deeper. Every decision he made would lead Devon to a different ending, victory or destruction.
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At this time, the sea level.
Whoopi stood on the bow of the boat, staring at the beach and woods, mentally judging the reaction of the locals.
"Log in." Whoopi narrowed his eyes slightly. He didn't notice anything unusual, so he ordered his subordinates.
"Hey yo, hey yo."
The North warriors sat in the rowing cabins, flexed their arm muscles, and rowed the dragon-headed boat toward the beach.
The long and narrow dragon-headed boat was very fast and soon approached the soft beach. The boat followed the waves and landed on the beach.
"Get off the boat."
Following a sound, a rough voice sounded.
The North warriors, carrying round shields and holding axes, jumped off the ship one after another. Their feet stepped on the beach, leaving deep footprints.
The North soldiers who landed for the first time quickly formed a defense team. They held up their shields and cautiously advanced forward.
This is to prepare for the presence of ambushes on the tidal flats.
However, when the defense team advanced into the woods, no enemies were found.
One of the Norse warriors turned around, holding an ax and waving his hand toward the sea.
"Enter the entire army." At this time, Ubi nodded slowly and ordered to his soldiers.
All the Norse warriors landed on the land of Devon. They held high the magical crow flag and marched towards the hinterland of Devon.
"Ping."
The wooden door of a cottage in the village was kicked open by a North warrior. Except for some simple earthen jars, there was no food or supplies inside.
"Nothing." Ubbe's men immediately reported.
"Damn Ansa people." Ubi spat on the ground and smeared it on the ground. He already knew the other party's plan. He probably wanted to cut off their food supply through this method.
Ubbe isn't worried about this, though, as he has plenty of food on board.
"Are you leaving?" A North warrior with braided hair and black dye on his face asked Ubbe.
"Burn it all, burn it all." Wubi snorted coldly. He wanted to teach the Angsa people who dared to resist him a lesson.
Thick black smoke quickly rose, and people from miles away could clearly see it.
At this time, the Devon soldiers hiding in the swamp also saw the rising smoke and suddenly became commotion.
"Is that direction my village?"
Some soldiers wanted to leave the swamp and return to their villages, but were quickly stopped by Isaac.
"Go away, Wessex."
The soldiers looked at the monk in front of them angrily and shouted rudely at him.
"No, no one is allowed to leave unless you kill me, the monk, first." But Isaac refused to give in. He knew that burning down the village was just a trick for the Vikings to anger their opponents. If they couldn't help but do it here, A decisive battle will only end in failure.
"That is our home, and we must protect it." A Devon soldier wearing an iron helmet and leather armor said with tears in his eyes.
Owning a house in this day and age is not an easy task, but now it has come to nothing.
"I know your pain, but if you go out now, you have fallen into the Vikings' trick. If you really want to protect your homeland, you should recharge your batteries, wait for the opportunity, and completely defeat the Vikings in the wilderness." Sark shouted to the soldiers.
Isaac's words made the soldiers gradually calm down. They held the spears and shields in their hands and looked at the thick black smoke.
At this time, the hearts of these Devon soldiers were not filled with fear and fear, but instead a rage that had nowhere to vent was gradually taking shape.
