The shield girls rode their war horses and gathered around Ange. They left the mountain stream where Guzlen's army was stationed and disappeared from everyone's sight. Ulf also watched them leave. Although he was unavoidably worried about the safety of his companions, he could only sincerely pray for the blessings of the Aesir.
"Be prepared." Ulf turned his head and shouted to the busy North warriors behind him.
The North warriors stepped up their efforts to make horses and baffles. They were all first-class craftsmen and warriors, and these things were not a problem for them at all. At this moment, Alfred's vanguard had arrived. They were very surprised when they saw the Vikings entrenched in the mountain stream.
"Damn Vikings, they actually want to hold on?" The Wessex nobles who led the vanguard looked at the Viking camp surrounded by chariots and horses, with anger and surprise on their faces. Look, on the outward side of the connected chariot, a Viking buckler hangs on it, reflecting the sunlight, making it particularly dazzling.
"Sir, what should we do?" the adjutant beside him asked the Weskes nobleman.
"Let's wait here for His Majesty the King." The nobleman turned the reins of the horse's head. The vanguard he led was only about a hundred people and could do nothing at all. However, there were thirty cavalry among them.
Therefore, this Wessex nobleman did not simply station himself. He spread out his cavalry around the mountain stream occupied by the Vikings, trying to find a shortcut into it, but they soon discovered that, His attempt failed. Except for one road into it, this mountain stream is surrounded by cliffs and dense forests. There are no shortcuts at all.
Just when the Wessex noble was frustrated, he heard a rumbling sound like thunder. When he walked out of his tent, he happened to see that the main force led by Alfred had arrived, and their forward Below the hills, the winding tail is still hidden in the woods.
The flags of many nobles in Wessex are colorful, exuding beautiful luster under the sunlight. The sound of war horses neighing softly can be heard continuously, while the armors decorated with iron plates and leather discs on the knights' bodies are heard. The war horses made a friction sound as they rose and fell.
At the same time, the Wessex infantrymen surrounded the horsemen. They wore pointed iron helmets, polished leather armor, carried pointed tear-shaped reinforced wooden shields, and carried sharp spears. Like a walking forest, it came towards the hills in a mighty way.
"Your Majesty has finally arrived." The Wessex noble looked at the arriving troops, stretched out his hand to touch his lips, and said to the adjutant beside him with a smile on his face and eyes.
"That's right, the Vikings can't run away now." The adjutant also said to the Wessex noble in agreement.
In the sky above the hills, an eagle was hovering above it. Its sharp eyes stared downwards, perhaps mistaking the meandering army for a small snake.
At this time, Guzlen led the North leaders under his command, standing on the wooden platform built in the mountain stream, looking at the Wessex army emerging on the opposite side, their expressions could not help but become solemn.
"I told you that you shouldn't be guarding here." A North leader shaved his head and was covered with green tattoos from his neck to the top of his head. He waved one of his strong arms and wore a Half of the bear skin couldn't help but fall on the side of his back, and he said angrily at the same time.
"Yes, this is a dead end, and Ulf led us into it." The same words came from the mouth of another Danos leader. His fiery red beard and braids swayed with his head. And shaking.
"Shut up, we should focus on how to repel the enemy." Guzlen turned back and glared at the two of them. As the initiator and leader of this army, he has enough prestige to make these discordant voices stop.
At the same time, while Guzlen suppressed these different opinions, he couldn't help but glance at Ulf, who was standing aside with a calm expression. What he didn't expect was that Ulf was not swayed by the objections of these leaders. His blue eyes were like a calm lake, without any fluctuations.
"Exactly what I thought." Ulf took in the expressions of many North leaders. When he was thinking about how to deal with Alfred head-on, he discovered the fatal weakness of the North people, that is, the tribe The leader leads his own warriors, and the army assembled is gathered for profit. Once it encounters an extremely dangerous situation, it will disperse in a hurry.
Ulf has always believed that only firm belief or strict discipline can make an army have the strongest resilience in the face of extreme dangers. The Vikings were strong and cunning, and their unique beliefs made them fearless of death. However, their tribal organization also made them short-sighted and impatient.
When everyone left, Guzrun left Ulf behind. He ordered someone to fetch the wine, handed it to Ulf, and asked him what his real plan was.
"Ulf, I regard you as my nephew, and everything has been carried out according to your plan. Now it's time to tell me your real plan." Guzlen held the wine glass in his hand and took a sip of the slightly sweet wine. After drinking the flavored ale, he said to Ulf.
"Lord Guzlen, I will tell you the real intention of staying here." Ulf held the wine glass, but did not take a sip. He hoped to stay awake before the battle and not use alcohol to numb his reason.
"Say it." But it was obvious that Guzlen had no such intention. After he finished speaking, he drank all the wine in the glass, and the wine dripped down his chin and beard on his chest. Like raindrops.
"I think that fighting in the wilderness, we are likely to be defeated by the Wessex people." Ulf thought for a while and said to Guzlen.
"I know, but we had a chance to divide into several teams and break out." Guzlen wiped his beard with his hand, burped loudly, and said to Ulf.
"In that case, sir, are you willing? Or, do you think we have a chance to make a comeback?" Ulf shook his head slightly and stared at Guzlen.
"What do you mean?" Guzlen's eyes flickered uncertainly. In fact, the reason why he agreed to Ulf's strategy was because he was deeply afraid of this.
Guzlen's army was formed by the chief warriors of several tribes. They were brought together by the temptation of trophies and their trust in Guzlen, but now they were attacked by Alfred's army. , once failed, the spoils obtained will be in vain, and the losses will even be greater.
Therefore, the leaders are likely to abandon Guzrun during the battle and return to a safe place with the loot, or even run all the way back to their own territory. Guzrun will only end up in failure.
"Humph, smart guy, but we have also pushed ourselves into a situation of death." Guzlen threw the empty cup on the ground and patted Ulf on the shoulder.
As a leader, Guzrun could not make a decision that would make everyone angry, but at this time, Ulf came up with a defensive strategy at the right time, which cut off everyone's retreat and prevented Guzrun from carrying anything on his back. The most he received was the accusation that he believed in Ulf.
"No, there is a wise proverb in the East. If you put yourself to death, you will find a way to live." Ulf shook his head gently. He did not think that the Vikings who were in trouble would lose to the powerful men of the same period. Sykes, you must know that Angsa is still in the developmental stage at this time. Not only will he be beaten violently by the Vikings now, but he will also be beaten severely by the Normans in the future before he can transform into a ferocious beast.
"I understand, even if I die here, Valhalla will accept my soul." Guzlen finally made up his mind, his eyes became sharper, and he looked into the distance.
At this moment, a flag of the King of Wessex was raised on the top of the hill, hunting and moving in the wind, with the lion's coat of arms looking like it was showing its teeth and claws.
"Blow the horn and let them hear the cold wind from the north." Guzlen became angry when he saw this, and he roared at the North warriors below.
