The priests of Wessex walked among the teams, holding crosses made of wood. Holy water was sprinkled on the soldiers like raindrops. After all, ordinary soldiers did not have enough to face the ferocious Vikings. Courage can only rely on the psychological bonus of religion to make them stand up and move towards the enemy.
Alfred wore a chainmail hood with a gold crown on the hood and fine leather armor. He dismounted with the help of his attendants. He glanced back at the guards with bright armor around him. Then he lowered his head and walked into the prepared sky blue tent.
The generals have been waiting here for a long time. They were talking to each other with great satisfaction. Their words were full of longing and determination for victory. When they saw Alfred stepping into the tent, they hurriedly held on to the hilts of their swords and lowered their heads. He put his other hand on his chest and paid tribute to the King of Wessex.
"His Majesty."
The generals watched Alfred walk up to him silently and spoke to him one after another.
"Thank you, sir, for being able to bring troops to join me. Your loyalty to the kingdom and the Holy Religion will surely be rewarded." Alfred nodded slightly. He took off his leather gloves and handed them to the attendants around him. , and said lightly to the generals.
"For God and for the kingdom." The generals cheered immediately after hearing Alfred's words.
At this time, the noble lords responded to Alfred's call and led the troops in their territories to join the kingdom's army. In addition to fulfilling their oaths to Alfred, they also looked forward to defeating the victors. After the Jing people came, they divided up their land in Danfa District.
Alfred had a clear understanding of what the nobles were thinking, so he made promises to the nobles from the beginning so that they would have no worries. This was also Alfred's political maturity.
"My lords, we will set up camp today, and we will continue marching tomorrow after rest." Alfred glanced at the faces of the nobles and said to them.
Alfred looked at the backs of the nobles who were satisfied and left the tent, but there was a hint of worry in his heart. Isaac's words were like a motto, deeply affecting him. The strength of the Vikings had not weakened. Under the circumstances, whether it was wise to take the initiative to challenge was a question that kept lingering in his mind.
"The Lord will bless us." Alfred shook his head, stretched out his hand and made the sign of the cross, suppressing this trace of doubt, walked slowly to the shrine in the tent, and slowly knelt down. On the velvet mat, clasped hands to begin today’s prayer.
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As night fell, the bonfire lit by the Wessex army was like stars in the sky. Around the bonfire, the soldiers sat together, eating food roasted in the fire, and listening to the bragging stories of the veterans.
But they didn't know that on the hilly grassland outside, the raiding team led by Ange had arrived quietly. They were lying on the ground, carrying round shields on their backs. The shields were smeared with black mud, so they were impossible to identify in the dark night. clear.
Sigrid stared closely at the several sentries outside the camp. Every time she counted one person, she would quietly use a knife to lightly scratch the leather wristband on her wrist.
Only by counting the sentries clearly can we judge how many flying knives to use to kill the opponent, so that the enemy will not discover the raiding team. When the Wessex people find out, they will inevitably fall into chaos.
At this time, the people in the camp were still unaware that they were being targeted like prey.
"Damn weather." The two sentries outside the camp wrapped their cloaks tightly, holding the spears in their hands, stamping their feet and trembling.
"It would be nice if I had a sip of ale." Another soldier with a big beard exhaled a white mist, took a breath and said to his companions, and glanced enviously behind him at those hiding beside the bonfire. Or the soldiers who went to bed early in their tents.
"This is all the fault of the damn Vikings. Why doesn't God send down thunder and kill them all?" The thin soldier cursed angrily. He was just an ordinary farmer, but because of the lord He came here when he was summoned. There was no food left at home, so he could only prepare some rough food for him in a hurry.
Even the thing to protect from the cold is just a worn-out sheepskin wrapped around the body. The cold wind pours into the body from everywhere like a knife. And when he thinks that he will die on the battlefield, just to protect the nobles' real estate, and The so-called honor made the anger in his heart uncontrollable.
"Shut up, the priests said, only by defeating these heretics can we gain salvation." The bearded man took out a piece of bread from his clothes. Although it was a bit hard and sour, it was already very good food. He said He broke off a piece and stuffed it in his mouth.
"Salvation, when did the priests take care of us?" The thin man watched the bearded man swallow the bread, and couldn't help but swallow the remaining saliva. His wife's withered hair and shriveled skin appeared in front of his eyes. The sound of children crying because of hunger seemed to be in his ears.
"Huh, stupid peasant." The bearded man snorted. He is a craftsman living in the town. His life is much better than these flea-covered peasants. Even according to the divisions of the church and the kingdom's laws, the citizens are just He is in the third class, but it also gives him enough capital to look down on the mud-legged people.
"I heard that some Angsa people who can't survive will join the Vikings and follow the Vikings to plunder the wealth of the nobles. Maybe it would be good to change their way of life." The thin man frowned and murmured in a low voice.
"Shut up, you idiot, or I will report you and make you taste the whip." The bearded man said dissatisfiedly. He was tired of his chattering companions. At the same time, he felt the urge to urinate and walked to the edge of the camp to untie himself. Leather straps, ready to be waterproof.
But just when he took out the work, he felt a coldness in his lower body, and something sharp was pressing against him. This made the bearded man feel nervous. He widened his eyes and remained motionless, while his eyeballs were slightly downward. , I saw a picture of a Viking woman smeared with dye, standing up quietly, with a faint smile on her lips.
"If you dare to shout, then this knife will pierce you from bottom to top." The corners of Sigrid's mouth raised slightly, and she said to the bearded soldier with a smile.
Although she spoke in Norse language, Big Beard clearly understood the message she conveyed. He held up his pants with both hands and nodded his head fiercely.
