Guzlen's camp is located between two hills. The crow standing on the camp gate seemed to have sensed the breath of death. Its dark eyes kept turning, its long and pointed beak opened, and it made a sound. The sound of croaking.
Ulf sat on a stone. He put an ax on the ground and gently turned the handle of the axe. However, his attention was always on Ange and Sigrid, listening to the two voices in his ears. The night attack on Alfred's military camp made him feel annoyed.
From the descriptions of Ange and others, he felt Alfred's firm will and the Wessex people's tendency to gather an army. Under such circumstances, avoiding the battle was the best choice.
"I already understand." Ulf stood up, put the ax in his hand on his belt, and then said to Ange and others.
"What are you going to do?" Ange crossed her arms and stared at Ulf, waiting for his next decision.
Ulf nodded slightly, but he did not immediately answer Ange's words because he was not sure that Guzrun would follow his advice and lead the army to avoid the Wessex people's edge.
"Ugh~." A whimpering sound came, and the furry head was seen arching into Ulf's hand. It was Heitan who was trying to get him to stroke his head with his big hand.
"I will try my best to persuade Guzlen and find a favorable position to meet Alfred. Get everyone ready. This will be a tough battle." Ulf touched Heitan's head with his hand, and the wolf's The fur was much harder than that of a dog, and even a bit prickly, so Ulf had to scratch it roughly with his hands, but Black Tan liked it very much, and purred with joy from his throat.
"I understand." Ange nodded. She also knew very well that she had to deal with the large armies fighting each other. With the numerical advantage of the Wessex people, Guzlen's army did not have an absolute advantage.
At this time, Guzlen also learned from his sentry that Alfred personally led the army to fight with him, but he scorned this like other North leaders and did not care about the Wessex people at all. The army thought that they were just a ragtag group of weak and incompetent farmers.
"Lord Ulf, please be patient. No matter how many people there are in Wessex, how can a flock of sheep defeat a pack of wolves." A North leader from Norway sat aside, holding a wine glass in his hand. He said to Ulf nonchalantly.
"That's right."
The surrounding North leaders all agreed and did not think that Alfred could bring them any loss, because in their view, the Wessex people were weak and not worth mentioning.
"My lords, don't forget that if there are enough sheep, their galloping momentum will be enough to crush any beast in their way." Ulf frowned lightly, shook his head, and looked around. The chiefs, said to them.
However, none of the North leaders took Ulf's warning to heart. In fact, there was still a trace of jealousy hidden in their hearts. After all, Ulf now controls the discipline of the entire military camp, as well as the titles of Saint Weapon Master, Wolf Controller, etc., which makes him highly prestigious among the soldiers.
The leaders are afraid that their warriors will be attracted by Ulf and abandon themselves to join Ulf's team. This is something that is difficult for the leaders to accept. Warriors are an important resource for them to protect their territory and plunder wealth.
"Understood." Ulf saw the attitude of Guzlen and the leaders, and chuckled, knowing that no matter what he said, it would be of no use, so he turned around and prepared to leave.
"Lord Ulf." Just as Ulf was about to leave, Guzrun stopped him, and Ulf had to turn around again to face the ambitious commander.
"Lord Guzlen, is there anything else?"
Ulf said to Guzrun.
"Lord Ulf, your ability is obvious to all, and I am also very aware of your concerns about the situation, but don't worry, we have the blessing of Odin and the Asa clan, and those weak Christians are no match for us." Guzlen He tapped Ulf on the shoulder with his thick hand and said to him.
"Lord Guzrun, if we fight head-on alone, we will lose." Ulf frowned slightly, glanced at the others, and whispered to Guzrun.
"Yes, but I can't let morale be depressed at this time." Guzlen pretended to be nonchalant, but also lowered his voice and said to Ulf.
In fact, Guzlen also knew very well that facing Alfred's menacing attack, he must be prepared and even prepared for defeat. However, commanding an army composed of multiple tribes must not show the slightest hesitation. Otherwise, it is very likely that overnight, you will find that not a single soldier around you is left.
"In this case, we must find countermeasures." Ulf glanced at Guzrun and seemed to understand his difficulty. Although Guzrun was a prestigious Viking leader, he was not Raghu after all. The heir of Na did not have a natural appeal, so he could not bear any failure.
"Follow me." Guzlen nodded slightly and said to Ulf.
Outside Guzlen's tent, several warriors wearing leather armor, carrying round shields, and holding spears were guarding it to prevent anyone from trying to get close. A crow quietly landed on the roof of the tent, taking a break. He reached under his wings with his beak and caught his own feathers.
"Build a city?" Guzlen's voice came from the tent, full of disbelief.
"Yes, when dealing with a large number of people, we can only hold on." Ulf stood beside Guzlen and said to him.
"No, we don't have time. What's more, if we are surrounded, we will all be destroyed." Guzlen shook his head and said based on his military experience.
"There is indeed such a danger, but we may lose faster in a frontal battle." Ulf has not thought about this possibility, but Alfred's army is not far away from them, and Guzlen's army has already The opportunity to escape or find the best spot was missed.
"But even so, we don't have time to garrison the city." Guzlen sighed lightly, knowing that the Wessex cavalry pursuit might cause a certain nightmare when they move.
"Yes, we only need to connect the chariots together to form a chariot city, and our soldiers can defend it behind the chariot city." Ulf touched his chin and said to Guzlen.
"Car town?" Guzlen now remembered why Ulf took away so many diesel cars and why his camp was in the middle of where these cars were connected.
