Ulf saw the anger on Guzlen's face, but he did not flinch. Then he slowly told Guzlen what happened last night.
When he heard that it was due to the negligence of his guards that Princess Ansa escaped, and that Ulf only took in the escaped princess and her son, Guzlen's expression softened.
"Well done Ulf." Guzrun stood up and patted Ulf on the shoulder, saying to him gratefully.
"The Ronin Begins with Douluo"
Ulf shook his head. What he wanted was not Guzlen's thanks. What he said next might offend Guzlen and all the North leaders present, but he thought he wanted to thank Alfred. In the army, this step is essential to escape smoothly and defeat the opponent.
"Lord Guzlen, please do not underestimate this oversight. It is precisely because our people were drunk alone and had an excessive party that the prisoners had the opportunity to take advantage of it. If it was not the woman who escaped, but Alfred's cavalry attacked. , we will all be killed.”
Ulf's voice was loud and clear, allowing everyone to hear his words clearly even in the open camp.
Guzlen frowned, but he knew in his heart that Ulf's words were correct, and he was a little too complacent for a moment.
However, as the leader of a Norse army, he certainly could not admit that he was wrong in public, as that would affect his authority among the ethnic group.
In less than a moment, Guzlen immediately thought of a way to get the best of both worlds.
"Ulf, in the name of the gods, you are right. From today until we return to our territory, everyone is prohibited from drinking and stick to their posts." Guzlen announced to everyone.
"Yes." The North soldiers had no objections to this. Even if they were slightly dissatisfied with living in a difficult environment, they knew very well that on the enemy's land, even the slightest negligence would lead to death.
"Dear Lord Guzlen, I think that simply prohibiting alcohol is not enough." However, Ulf did not seem satisfied. He shook his head slightly and said to Guzlen.
"What?" At this time, even if Guzlen did not speak, the other North leaders also showed their dissatisfaction.
It is natural to fight desperately on the battlefield and obey orders with great hardship, but when they are not fighting, it is absolutely impossible for the North soldiers to adhere to the rules and precepts like monks.
Guzlen also felt troubled, and even glanced at Ulf in front of him, wondering if he had some ulterior motive.
"Lord Guzlen, our discipline is too lax. Camps among various tribes are stationed randomly. Facing our camp, it is as easy for Angsa spies to infiltrate as if it is full of holes. If we want to win, We must correct all these weaknesses." Ulf said reluctantly.
His words were like a heavy hammer, hitting Guzlen's heart, but would the soldiers of the Nos tribe who were used to being lax agree to the change?
He glanced at the various tribal leaders in front of him with uncertain eyes. Although this army belonged to the Norse, they came from Sweden, Norway and Denmark. Before they set foot on the British islands, they plundered and killed each other. .
Trying to unite such a scattered army to fight for a goal has consumed most of Guzlen's energy. Only through strengthening personal relationships with the leaders and having banquets can everyone obey his orders.
Ulf indeed wanted more, even to the point that Guzlen did not dare to expect.
"Ulf, what do you want to do?" Guzlen hesitated for a moment, but still had a hint of curiosity in his heart, and said to Ulf.
"Sir, please authorize me to set up a disciplinary team to restrain everyone's discipline." Ulf clenched his fists and said to Guzlen.
"Oh, the punishment team?" Guzlunpo was interested. He really wanted to see if Ulf could twist this group of loose tribal warriors into a rope and turn them into a strong and sharp spear.
Eventually, Gutzlen agreed that Ulf would become a disciplinary team, imposing discipline on the entire camp.
"Wait a moment, Lord Guzlen, this is a very solemn matter. Please allow me to build a sacrificial platform, report to the gods and accept your order in public." Ulf, however, stretched out his hand to stop him, trying to give Ulf the order casually. of Gutzlen.
"Do we still want to build an altar?" Guzlen opened his mouth and couldn't help but reach out and touch the beard on his chin.
Ulf nodded and said that the altar did not need to be too solemn. He saw that there was an ancient Saxon Stonehenge not far from the camp, which was very suitable for use as an altar.
Stonehenge was a place used by the ancient Saxons to observe astronomy. The huge rocks are surrounded by a circle, as solemn as gods that have stood since ancient times.
Guzlen just nodded in agreement, leaving Ulf to prepare for the matter.
Walking out of Guzlen's camp, Ange asked curiously: "Why do you have to do this? Don't you know that this will offend all the North leaders?"
"Risks and rewards are directly proportional, not to mention I will make them convinced." Ulf said to Ange calmly.
"I really don't know what you want to do?" In Ange's opinion, Ulf's behavior seemed like madness. In a time of crisis, he rashly used discipline to restrain the North soldiers. A bad move would cause the soldiers to mutiny. If the soldiers dispersed in a hurry, Guzrun would probably kill Ulf.
Ulf shrugged easily, but he still gave Ange, Vargas and Luther a task. When he said the task, the three of them looked at each other and said it almost at the same time.
"You crazy person."
The sun rises slowly from the gaps in the Stonehenge, and then sets westward along the edge of the Stonehenge. The sunlight passes through the gaps in the stone trees one by one, just like the calculations of the ancient Saxons for thousands of years. .
At dusk, there are stars in the sky, but darkness fills the entire earth.
However, the North soldiers below held torches and gathered towards the Stonehenge, like a fire dragon crawling towards it.
When everyone held torches to surround the entire Stonehenge, the light of the torches was as bright as day. Each of them was infected by this weird Stonehenge and felt that they had arrived in the domain of the gods.
Guzrun wore armor and participated solemnly.
It has to be said that Ulf's choice of location was very clever. Under the influence of the environment, no one thought that becoming a punishment team was a joke, but dissatisfaction also pervaded because they hated anyone interfering with their drinking and having fun.
"Pooh."
When Ulf and others appeared, the sound of spitting came from the crowd of Nos warriors in Stonehenge.
