"Your Majesty, please allow us to move you to a safe place."
The armed attendant looked at the fire in the distance and said anxiously to Alfred.
"Don't panic, find out immediately how many enemies are coming?" Alfred frowned. After becoming the King of Wessex, Alfred often went to the military in order to resist the invasion of the Vikings. As he spent the day, he clearly felt that the enemy's attack was actually not that big, it was just taking advantage of the night to cause commotion.
The king's calmness gradually stabilized the panic. Many nobles began to bring their own guards to the direction of the commotion to support them. These guards were professional soldiers who the nobles spent money to support. They were wearing armor. Stomach, sword and shield in hand, ran towards the fire.
The space between the tents can only accommodate two people walking side by side.
Ange held the shield in her left hand. Her eyes seemed particularly bright under the night sky. She held the Viking iron sword in her hand and walked through the darkness like a cheetah.
"Wow." Suddenly, a spear stabbed Ange from the tent. The opponent was obviously hiding in the tent, trying to surprise the approaching Vikings.
However, Ange's reaction was particularly quick. She gently raised the round shield in her hand to block the spear tip, and then slashed it with the iron sword in her hand. The sword blade collided with the spear tip, and something appeared in the darkness. spark.
The tent fell down, and several Wessex soldiers rushed out from it. They probably didn't expect that they would not succeed in the sneak attack, so they moved a little hesitantly.
"Invincibility starts with sacrificing the ancestor"
"A woman?" When these Wessex soldiers looked at Ange and others in the light of the surrounding fire, they were slightly surprised. They didn't expect that this night attack was actually a group of Viking women. This was quite surprising. They have a lot of courage.
Ange glanced at Sigrid beside him. They had already seen the contempt in the eyes of these Wessex soldiers, and they both sneered almost at the same time.
"Catch them." The Wessex soldiers raised their weapons and rushed towards Ange and others, and they roared.
Sigrid raised her eyebrows slightly, and she slipped out of her sleeve as if by magic, and a sharp flying knife flew out of her hand.
There was a flash of cold light, and the flying knife accurately hit the left eye of the leading Wessex soldier. He groaned, the sword and shield in his hand fell to the ground, and his body fell down like half a stake.
In the dark environment, the comrades in front suddenly fell, which shocked the people behind and disrupted the offensive formation. This moment of chaos brought an opportunity to Ange and others. They rushed into the middle of the Wessex soldiers like strong wind sweeping fallen leaves, and slashed at each other with the Viking iron swords and axes in their hands.
Blood and chaos, like the endless night, brought fear to the people of Wessex. They found that these Viking women who smeared their faces with black mud around their eye sockets were no less threatening than the others. The Vikings were even more violent.
There was a burst of screams, and the small group of Wessex soldiers who tried to stop them were quickly eliminated by Ange and others. They had no time to stop here and continued walking deeper into the camp, but in fact this was very dangerous. , the further you go inside, the more enemies you will encounter.
"Ange, we don't know where their king is?" Sigrid said softly to Ange after killing a dying soldier with the dagger in her hand.
Ange raised her eyes and looked around. Originally, in her mind, the King of Wessex should be located at the innermost position, but after entering the camp, she discovered that it was impossible to distinguish the road in the chaotic camp. Even if they continued If they stayed there, they wouldn't be able to find the exact location of the king. If they stayed for that long, they would have only one end.
The Wessex people who had reacted were all killed or captured in the camp. This was of course something Ange didn't want to see. So, when she heard a sequence of neat footsteps approaching in the distance, she immediately turned to the surrounding shields. The women gave the order to retreat.
This order was very timely. When the shieldmaidens left here quietly under the cover of night, the Wessex nobles and their personal guards arrived just in time.
"Damn it." Looking at the mess on the ground, the burning supplies, and the corpses of soldiers who were brutally killed, a Wessex nobleman was furious. He slashed the sword in his hand, and a man next to him was furious. On a diesel truck.
The sword blade struck the car, making a muffled sound, but there was a strange sound from under the chariot. The noble and his bodyguards looked at each other and immediately took a few steps back.
"Come out." He pointed the sword in his hand at the chai and shouted angrily.
"Don't, don't." I saw two Wessex soldiers crawling out from under the diesel engine shivering. One had a big beard and the other was as thin as a hemp pole. Their faces were full of fear. .
"Bastards." The nobleman looked at these two unlucky men and suddenly became angry. He took a step forward, raised his foot and aimed at them, kicking and beating them.
The two of them held their heads to avoid the nobles' punches and kicks, and kept begging for mercy. Their embarrassed looks made the Wessex soldiers around them burst into laughter, which seemed to wash away a lot of the sad atmosphere.
at the same time
Ange and others have returned to the place where the mounts were hidden, and got on their horses to return and report to Ulf what happened here.
"I don't understand, why didn't you kill those two soldiers?" A shieldmaiden asked Sigrid curiously, because they all knew that Sigrid was by no means a merciful person, but she was very surprised. The two soldiers were not killed.
"I think they are quite interesting." Sigrid's eyes seemed to curl into crescent moons, she chuckled, grabbed the horse's reins, and said to her companions.
"Interesting?" The shieldmaidens were very puzzled. They were just two ordinary Wessex soldiers. What was so interesting about them?
Sigrid did not explain to them, but kicked them hard with her heel, then galloped forward on her horse towards Guzlen's station. The shield girls also slapped their crotch war horses with their hands, and followed closely behind Sigrid and Ange. They were like a whirlwind, coming and going without a trace.
The shieldmaiden's raid was very successful, but it only burned a small part of Alfred's supplies and caused a little commotion. These damaged supplies were quickly sent by the local county guard to replenish them. By the way, they also brought five hundred soldiers.
As a horn sounded, Alfred rode on his horse and looked at his army with pride. He looked firmly into the distance, and in his ears was the roar of footsteps as the army set off, as well as the voices of the knights coming and going. Clothes and armor rub.
