The long path is like a winding snake, with thick grass growing on both sides, but even so, this is a road that the lords spent a lot of money to build.
Isaac rode his donkey, whipped the donkey's butt with the whip in his hand, and drove towards Wessex.
"Must, hurry up, or we will lose." Isaac's face was covered with greasy sweat beads, and the gray robe on his body was shaking with the fat on his body.
Auda did not listen to his advice and joined forces with Alfred to attack Gutzlen's army.
On the contrary, he led the army alone to the Viking settlement in Cornwall. This was an extremely dangerous thing. That hateful crow flag seemed to have conjured Auda's mind, making him think that he could conquer that place with this. A bunch of wild Vikings.
While Isaac was desperately rushing to Wessex, trying to report the situation to Alfred.
The 8,000-strong army assembled by Auda marched toward Guzrun's Viking army castle in a mighty manner. Such a big movement would certainly attract everyone's attention.
A lightly-armed team of Vikings collecting grain and grass from the surrounding area was lying in the grass on the hill. Their deep blue eyes were staring at the slowly advancing army in the distance.
"Here Odin is." When their eyes fell on the crow flag, a look of surprise suddenly appeared on their faces. As Northmen, it is impossible not to know the legend about the crow flag, but now this magical flag , unexpectedly fell into the hands of the Ansa people.
They immediately shouldered their bucklers, carefully withdrew from the hill, and then ran towards the stronghold.
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Ulf woke up from the bed. Every time he opened his eyes, he always wished he was still in a familiar room.
However, he was disappointed every time. The strong muscles on his body and the noise of the Vikings coming from the window told him that he was still in this era.
"Ping~."
Suddenly, someone slammed the door open.
A strong smell of wine wafted in, and Ulf jumped out of bed and picked up the ax leaning against the bed.
But then he saw Vargas, holding a voluptuous Ansa woman in his arms and barging in drunkenly.
"Brother, what's wrong with you?" Vargas saw the ax in Ulf's hand and said with a smile without caring.
The coquettish woman beside her was smiling coquettishly and seemed not to care about this scene.
"Are you drinking early in the morning?" Ulf shook his head slightly and put the ax on his waist. The Vikings seemed to have no regard for life and death, but at the same time they were also uninhibited.
"Of course, the morning wine is the most delicious, and there are no enemies anyway." Vargas shrugged his shoulders, pushed the Ansa woman out of the door, put the empty wine glass on the table and said while burping.
"Don't be careless. We are still on the territory of the Angsa people. Who knows if the woman just now was Alfred's spy." Ulf frowned. The Vikings didn't seem to care about Alfred. , believing that all his victories were a fluke.
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But Ulf knew very well that history clearly stated that Alfred was the powerful king who drove away the Vikings, and was the only person called the Great in the history of England.
"It's impossible, she's just a prostitute who earns food everywhere." Vargas didn't take it seriously. He walked to the basin and stuffed his entire head into it.
"Wow." When he raised his head, he shook his head violently like a dog, and water droplets splashed everywhere.
Upon seeing this, Ulf reluctantly left the room. He walked in the corridor of the castle. The place was no longer as tidy as when he first saw it.
The drunken vomit, the stench, and the broken pieces of furniture piled up everywhere.
But think about it, in the eyes of the robbers, this is just a temporary place to stay, and it is not their home, so there is no psychological burden at all if they ruin it.
Ulf walked slowly along the corridor and came to the lord's kitchen, where the cooks who were imprisoned as slaves were making food. Some of them still had bruises on their faces and tears left after crying.
This made Ulf feel a little uncomfortable, and he frowned. Although he was now a member of the invaders, he didn't like this feeling.
then,
"Give me food." Ulf stepped forward and ordered one of the cooks.
Although the cook was an Unsa, after spending time together, they were able to understand the simple words of the Norse, and immediately handed a bowl of broth and a piece of bread to Ulf.
This cook was probably in her twenties, wearing a white headscarf and a fat cook's apron.
But even so, it cannot conceal the youthful vitality of the woman in her.
Ulf looked at the bruise on her right cheek and reached out to touch it. The cook did not dare to resist and showed her expression. Her calm face just turned to the side, and at the same time there was a look of pain between her eyebrows.
"WHO's doing?" Ulf asked the cook in awkward English.
He was not sure whether the cook could understand his modern English, but when he said it, the cook's brown eyes blinked in surprise, and it was obvious that she understood.
However, the young cook did not speak. There was confusion in her eyes. She seemed not to understand why this equally rough Viking would ask her such strange questions. Wasn't it his companion who was violent to her? ?
"Hahahaha, these cute sows, whether they have good food or not, I will starve to death."
Suddenly, Ulf heard a commotion outside the kitchen, and saw three Danes barging in. They rudely made a mess in the originally tidy kitchen.
The group of cooks at work huddled together like frightened deer. No need to ask, everyone knew that it was these Danes who were violent to them.
A trace of warmth and anger flashed in Ulf's eyes, but he sat at the wooden table, tore off a piece of hard bread, soaked it in the steaming broth, and swallowed it quickly after the bread softened.
It is a basic principle to have a full stomach before fighting.
When the three Danes walked in, they seemed stunned when they saw Ulf sitting in the kitchen. They probably didn't expect anyone to be here at this time, but even so, they didn't care.
These three Danes were brothers, and they were famous for robbing, fighting and bullying the weak in the Viking army. They were notorious and used to run rampant.
Therefore, they habitually got together among the cooks and even extended Lushan's hand.
"Bang."
But at this moment, a bowl of steaming broth hit them.
