The rain gradually stopped, and the dense clouds in the sky broke through a hole. The light shone from the hole and fell on the spire of the castle.
The door of the lord's hall opened, and a corpse was dragged outside by two Ansa soldiers. The corpse's feet were rubbing on the ground, and blood dripped down its calves on the ground, like a trickling stream.
"Ping." When the corpses were pushed to the center of the square by the Ansa soldiers, the four pale-skinned Viking warrior corpses had stiff and unyielding expressions on their faces, and their blue eyes showed a cold, straight look. Above the head.
"Burn it." The leader of the cavalry, Captain Angsa, ordered the soldiers on the left and right.
They poured grease on the corpse, and then threw torches on the corpse. Soon the fire was burning, making a sizzling sound, and the smell of burning corpses filled the entire castle.
The Angsa soldiers looked coldly at the ashes of the Vikings without a trace of pity. They were like spitting on the devil, thinking that these hateful Vikings would not be able to survive the angel's trumpet when the Day of Judgment comes. Resurrection from the sound and accept the judgment of the Lord.
At this time, Ulf and others' army was advancing all the way to the north. They heard the cries of ravens hovering above their heads, and seemed to have some premonition. They mourned for the few North warriors who took the initiative to stay behind, and felt sorry for them. They feel happy.
At night, in the wilderness.
The campfires of the Norse people covered the entire land like stars in the night sky. They drank wine to their heart's content and sought excitement in fights.
Guzrun will not stop the soldiers from having fun. He believes that this is the only way to ensure morale. He will even personally participate in the carnival to make everyone feel the charm of a leader.
However, not all Norse are like this.
The East Hammarnos soldiers led by Ulf formed a circle with firewood carts to form a barrier in a corner of the camp, and then cooked and rested here. The place was unexpectedly quiet and orderly.
Vargas held a wine glass and wore an animal skin cloak. He looked at the other lively and noisy camps with some envy. It is the nature of the North people to like liveliness and adventure, but Ulf strictly restrained his subordinates. They were allowed to drink and have fun while camping.
At this time, Ulf walked up to Vargas, patted his shoulder and said: "When you camp at night, you are easily attacked by the enemy, so drink less wine."
Vargas took a sip from his wine glass and said helplessly: "That's right, when you enter Valhalla, you can drink forever."
Ulf glanced at Vargas and felt his slight dissatisfaction, so he said: "We are still on the territory of the Angsa people, and they have already begun to resist. We must not be careless."
Vargas smacked his lips and admitted that Ulf was right. He also knew that although Oda's army was defeated, Alfred would not let them go easily.
"What are you doing?" Ange came over, carrying a Viking longbow, and asked Ulf and Vargas.
"Watch the beautiful scenery." Vargas pointed to the noisy camp next to him with his hand holding the wine glass, and said to Ange.
"Hmph, you can go to their banquet. Anyway, our place is as quiet as a tomb." Ange snorted and said to Vargas.
"No, since here is the most beautiful Valkyrie in the world, why should I look for other fun." Vargas grinned and said to Ange.
The deeds of the winged cavalry led by Ange swept across the Angsa light cavalry on the battlefield, causing the North people to call Ange a Valkyrie. This can be said to be the highest honor for a shield maiden, even in ancient times. Zilen even thought about it, and privately asked Ulf to transfer Ange and the hussars to him.
Of course, Ulf refused this unreasonable request. How could he give his spear to others.
Hearing Vargas's somewhat attentive flattery, Ange's cold face showed a hint of warmth. When she opened her mouth and was about to speak, a burst of footsteps appeared from the darkness on the opposite side. She immediately became alert and put her arms on her back. The Viking longbow is in his hand.
Ulf and Vargas looked at each other, and they immediately pulled out the axes from their waists, preparing to face the attack from the darkness, but when a figure emerged from the darkness, Ulf was taken aback.
He saw Princess Roderick holding her son in her arms, staggering and running desperately in their direction, and looking back from time to time, as if someone was chasing them from behind.
"What's going on?" Ulf looked confused. As an important hostage, Princess Roderick should be being guarded by Guzlen's people. Why did she appear here? Could it be that the princess tried to escape and was captured by someone? Chase?
"Ange."
Ulf immediately said to Ange beside him.
Ange received the order and crossed the wooden cart fortress like an agile elk. He rushed to Princess Roderick in a few strides and grabbed her arm, as if he was afraid that she would escape.
However, Princess Roderick's face was extremely pale. She said in panic: "Please save us and let us hide in your camp. God, I must have done a lot of sins, which caused me to fall into the devil's trap." In the lair.”
Ulf and others were confused by what he said, but the next moment, they saw five or six drunken North warriors. They shook their bodies and roared like beasts.
"Come here, you bastard bitch, and let me ride you like a cow."
The drunken Norse people were like irrational beasts. They did not care about any authority or rules at all, and the people guarding Princess Roderick also neglected their duties and participated in the banquet.
Ulf's brows furrowed. He didn't expect that the North's military discipline had become so lax. If Princess Roderick hadn't thought she couldn't escape and asked him directly for help, they might have lost this important soldier. chips.
"Stand back, this is the camp of Earl of East Hammar." Vargas's eyes narrowed, and his eyes became cold. He stepped on the wooden cart with one foot and shouted loudly to the drunken North warriors who were approaching. scolded.
"Go away, that bitch is our prey."
"I'm going to tear the little cub in her arms into pieces and roast it on the bonfire."
But the drunken North warriors didn't care at all about Vargas' words. They didn't believe that Ulf and others dared to fight against their own people.
Vargas looked back at Ulf, and Ulf's face was as heavy as water, and he tipped his ax in the palm of his hand.
