"Woo~~~." A horn made of horns from Northern Europe was raised in the air and made a dull sound. The sound was like a giant beast roaring its filial piety.
This sound is like the cold wind in winter.
It makes every North warrior extremely familiar, and at the same time makes the Wessex people on the opposite side feel trembling. The sound of the horn reminds the people of Wessex that whenever a village or castle is attacked by the Vikings, there will be a dull sound, as if God ordered a demon to crawl out from the depths of hell and give the sinful people Mortals bring disaster.
"Gray Law." The war horse beside Alfred felt the anxious air. It neighed uneasily and tried to avoid it, but Alfred held the reins firmly.
"Quiet." Alfred gently stroked his beloved horse with his leather-gloved right hand and ordered in a slightly stern voice.
Under repeated scoldings from its owner, the brown-red horse gradually calmed down its fear. It lowered its head and touched its owner's shoulder, as if to apologize to Alfred. However, Alfred was not in the mood to pay attention at this time, and his eyes were staring straight at the mountain stream opposite.
"Your Majesty, the adults are waiting for you." At this time, an attendant came to Alfred's side. He bowed and said to his master, His Majesty the King of Wessex.
"Hold my horse, there is something wrong with its mood." Alfred handed the horse's reins to the attendant, turned around and walked towards his tent.
Alfred's tent was located in the middle of the military camp. He had to pass through most of the military camp before he could return to his tent. Therefore, when everyone saw their king passing by, they stood up and took off their tents. A helmet or hat to pay homage to the king who led them against the Vikings.
The attendants who guarded Alfred were very nervous. They were observing the surroundings at all times. Although this was where Alfred's army was stationed, no one was sure whether there were enemy spies hiding among them, or whether there was someone hiding there. An ambitious nobleman or even a madman would assassinate the king.
"Your Majesty, can we win?" Suddenly, an infantryman with brown hair and pale skin came forward and asked Alfred loudly.
The attendants who were guarding Alfred hurriedly stood in front of the king. They looked at the strange soldier warily to determine his intention. The surrounding soldiers also stretched their necks and looked this way, wanting to see how Alfred would respond to the inquiry of a low-status soldier.
"Let him come closer." Alfred's eyes swept over majestically, he calmly put his hands on the attendants' shoulders and said to the attendants.
When the soldier who asked the question came to Alfred, he seemed to be cautious. After all, except for major matters that required petitioning the king and when there was a trial, there were very few people like him from remote countryside. His Majesty the King will be contacted.
"You asked me if I could win against those terrible Vikings. All I can say is, I don't know." Alfred looked at the soldiers in front of him and said calmly to him.
"What?" The soldier from the remote countryside raised his head in surprise after hearing the king's words. Although he was mentally prepared, after all, those terrible deeds of the northerners had become a bedtime routine for children. Horrible story, but he still hoped that his king could say something to cheer them up.
"Because this is something only God knows. As a Christian, you can only obey the will of our Lord and live a pure and holy life according to the redemption of Christ." Alfred raised his head slightly and looked at the sky , stretched out his hand and made a sign of the cross in front of him, raised the tone, and almost raised his whole body's strength to his chest and said.
Alfred was originally a tall and thin man who did not look very strong. People who were familiar with him had long been accustomed to hearing the gentle words of this Christian king, but at this time his loud voice , but it spread almost throughout the entire camp.
"That's right." When Alfred mentioned God, everyone had to nod in agreement. This was not because they were completely superstitious about religion, but because this cultural atmosphere had already been deeply ingrained in their souls.
"Some people say that these Vikings were sent by God to punish us for our irredeemable sins." Alfred walked completely into the middle of the soldiers at this time. When his escorts and attendants wanted to follow, When they arrived, Alfred waved his hand to stop them from following. "No, I don't think so. God doesn't abandon his people any more than a shepherd abandons his sheep."
At this time, he was like a real deer king, holding up his fork like a branch, stepping lightly through his own dense forest, his eyes full of emptiness and disdain.
"Your Majesty." The soldiers looked at the strutting king among them, and felt that his weak body looked extremely majestic in their eyes.
"God may test us, but that is to make us stronger." Alfred clenched his right hand, and he almost used all his strength to squeeze out the words from his chest, which came out vigorously. His words were like a sledgehammer, striking hard deep in everyone's heart. "Wessex will win, and I am willing to prove it with my own blood."
"Your Majesty, I understand. We will follow you to the death to destroy these hateful Vikings." The soldier from a remote place knelt down on one knee excitedly. He put his hand on his raised knee. He lowered his head and spoke in a trembling tone.
"Crash." Under the leadership of this soldier, other people also knelt down. In the dark crowd, Alfred stood among them, standing out like a chicken.
When the king left, the soldiers stared at his back excitedly, their hearts filled with joy, happy that they had such a pure, pious and brave king, and the Viking horn seemed far away.
While everyone was talking, no one noticed that the inconspicuous brown-haired soldier had already wandered into the crowd and walked towards the corner of the camp. When he came to a remote tree By the big tree in the corner of the camp, someone was already waiting.
"This is your reward. You have done well. You should understand the rest." Yinsak, who was wearing a monk's robe, took off the money bag from his waist and threw it to the soldier.
"Understood, I will keep it secret." The brown-haired soldier no longer looked honest and stupid at this time, but looked like a slick businessman. He padded the money bag in his hand, and there was a rattling sound inside. Said to Yinsak with satisfaction.
"Ugh." Yin Sak nodded slightly and gently slid his hand to the side to signal the other party to leave.
Immediately afterwards, Yinsak set his sights in the direction of the royal tent, thinking that this was all he could do for Alfred at the moment.
