Although Isaac hoped to prevent the queen and the nobles from deciding to fight, he was only one of Alfred's advisers and his influence in the court was limited. He could only watch Alfred begin. Mobilize troops.
However, Alfred did not stop ransoming the hostages and ordered Isaac to take a group of envoys to the Viking camp to exchange for the princess and her heir.
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The muddy ground, like a British island, never dries. When boots step on it, it often picks up dirty mud. Even horses' hooves often get stuck in it inexplicably, forcing the servants to work hard. They drove the horses out of the mud.
Isaac was riding a pony, his face anxious as Alfred prepared for war. The Wessexians were not prepared, either in terms of armaments or numbers, to face the Vikings. An absolute advantage.
While he was anxious, he also felt a little regretful that he should not have told Alfred about the conversation between Ulf and him. This had created a subconscious impression on Alfred that the Vikings were afraid of war.
"It's really bad, God forgive me." Isaac muttered, and he made a sign of the cross on his forehead and chest with his hands, sincerely repenting that his misconduct might bring bad consequences to the Kingdom of Wessex.
"My lord, my lord." Suddenly, behind Isaac, a sergeant wearing an iron helmet and armor came forward and shouted to him.
"What's wrong?" Isaac frowned and turned back to ask the sergeant.
"The wheels of the carriage are stuck in the mud and can't be pushed no matter what." The sergeant's body was covered with mud and he looked miserable.
"Get the boxes off the cart first, untie the ropes from the horses, and push out the empty cart first." Isaac looked at the embarrassed sergeants who followed him on his mission, and felt pity in his heart. said.
Sure enough, according to Isaac's suggestion, the carriage stuck in the mud was soon pushed out.
While everyone was cheering, Isaac looked up at the clear sky, hoping to complete this mission quickly so that he could rush back to Alfred and see what else he could do to minimize the possibility of Loss.
"My lord." However, the sergeant's voice came from behind him.
"What's wrong?" Isaac's bald brows knitted even tighter, and he felt impatient in his heart. If he was asked about everything, he wouldn't be able to calm down and think carefully.
However, when his eyes fell on the sergeant, he saw him looking blankly into the distance, raising his right hand and pointing in one direction.
"God." Isaac looked in the direction pointed by the sergeant, and saw a group of heavily armed Vikings appearing in a forest in the distance, and they were coming towards him.
"Are they the Vikings who came to negotiate?" the sergeant asked Isaac curiously. It was really strange that they met the Vikings halfway before they reached the place where they agreed to exchange hostages. things.
Isaac squinted his eyes, raised his butt slightly from the saddle, and looked over carefully. Within a moment, he became frightened.
"Prepare for war, prepare for war, form a battle formation immediately." Isaac shouted to the sergeants who were still watching.
"What's going on? Isn't it them?" The sergeant suddenly felt panicked when he heard Isaac's hurried shouting. What they were escorting was a car full of five money boxes filled with silver coins. If there was any mistake, If so, Alfred would chop off their heads without the Vikings taking action.
"No, they are deserters." Isaac's eyes showed nervousness. From the group of heavily armed Vikings, but with greedy eyes, he quickly judged that the other party was definitely not under Guzlen's order. The Vikings came to receive the ransom.
In fact, Isaac's judgment was correct. This group of Vikings was led by a Danish leader under Guzlen. Because he was dissatisfied with Ulf's strict military discipline, he privately led the people away at night. .
Moreover, when he left, his informant in the army also provided information about the transaction between Guzlen and Alfred, so he prepared to pretend to be Guzlen's envoy, rob the Wessex envoy, and leave with the money. The British Isles return to their homeland.
Anyway, there was no difference between plundering the Saxons and plundering Guzrun. This was not the first time they had done this kind of thing. When they returned to Denmark, Guzrun was furious but there was nothing they could do about him.
However, the only drawback is that when approaching this team of Wessex envoys, someone discovered it and set up a battle formation in advance.
"What should I do?" The Danish leader's men looked at him and asked.
"There aren't many of them, so kill them all." The Danish leader, who had shaved both sides of his head and had his hair braided only on top of his head, looked like a knife and an ax had been struck on the rock. He gently shaved it off with the blade of the ax he was holding. He shaved his cheek and said coldly.
"Yes." Killing was a common occurrence for them. When the leader's order was given, the Danish raiding team immediately raised the Viking buckler in their hands, and the ax in their hands began to beat the edge of the shield rhythmically. .
Hearing the approaching knocking sound and the dark dye smeared around the eye sockets, which looked like hellish demonic Vikings, the twenty-man sergeant protecting Isaac and the carriage felt a strong killing intent. and a sense of oppression.
They held up the pointed shields in their hands and held the spears in their hands. Their eyes under the helmets began to tremble slightly. The armor on their bodies had no sense of security, but they seemed to be standing naked under the Viking ax blade.
"God, forgive me." Suddenly, a Wessex sergeant dropped his shield and spear, took off his iron helmet and threw it into the grass aside, and ran towards the way he came without looking back. go.
"Steady, steady." Isaac rode the pony behind the sergeants, encouraging him in his own voice that was not loud.
Fortunately, most of the sergeants still stood firm. They swallowed the non-existent saliva in their mouths, stuck their pointed shields on the ground, and raised their spears to point at the approaching Vikings.
"Wow~~."
The terrifying Viking war cry sounded, and the bloodthirsty and greedy Viking warriors were like beasts that had seen weak prey. They couldn't wait to rush to the Wessex army, raising their axes high.
"My life is at stake!" Isaac held the horse's reins tightly with both hands, digging his nails into the flesh of his palms without feeling the slightest pain. The short-legged horse under his crotch could not run very far even if it tried to escape. Look at it. It seemed like this was where he would die.
"Boom~~."
Vikings and Wessex sergeants collided, shields clashed with shields like thunder, axes clashed with spears like rushing water.
Isaac felt like he was a small boat in the stormy sea, being thrown up high by the violent storm, and then fell down hard. Spears, swords and axes were swaying around, and the ferocious Viking faces, Like a demon from hell ready to catch him.
Just when he was desperate, suddenly, light seemed to break through the thick clouds from the distant sky, and the holy light instantly dispelled all the haze and fear.
The white winged horse galloped forward, and at the same time, the stunningly beautiful angel on the horse held up the sacred spear, carrying the thunderous wrath of God, and rushed towards his side with a roar.
"My merciful Lord." Isaac's eyes were full of shock and surprise. He couldn't help but fold his hands and pray to the angels who came to save him. His heart was throbbing indescribably.
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