"Woooooooooo~~~."
The short trumpet sounded, and the retreating Wessex soldiers undoubtedly heard the sound as the sound of nature. This was the Wessex people's retreat order.
At this time, in order to avoid falling into an ambush again, Ulf and others also stopped chasing the Wessex soldiers and dragged their injured companions from the ground so that they could be taken back for treatment.
Ulf hung the ax on his waist again and walked in the direction of the Norwegians, passing many corpses along the way. These corpses were all Norwegians who died at the hands of the Wessex cavalry. The blood was soaked in On the muddy ground, it gradually dried up into a patch.
"Lord Ulf." The Norwegian leader knelt on one knee next to a dead subordinate. He placed his sword on the subordinate's chest, then raised the subordinate's cold hand and placed it on the hilt of the sword.
Ulf glanced at it and understood that this was the custom of the Norse warriors. The dead warriors must not be allowed to go to Odin empty-handed. This would dishonor the warrior's honor.
"An unexpected battle." Ulf's face was as dark as water, and he looked around the Norwegian leader again. Under this cavalry ambush, the Norwegian troops were reduced by half.
"It's all my fault. I shouldn't have disobeyed your orders." The Norwegian leader stood up in disgrace, walked up to Ulf on his own initiative, and said a little dejectedly.
"Bury the soldiers, we still have a blood debt to settle with Alfred." Ulf nodded slightly, raised his left hand and patted the Norwegian leader on the shoulder, and said to him.
"I understand." A trace of sadness flashed in the Norwegian leader's blue eyes, but he quickly calmed down and replaced it with a look of hatred.
As night fell, both sides began to collect the bodies of their respective soldiers.
On the firewood piled in the mountain stream, the corpses of Norwegian warriors were placed on top. Guzlen, Ulf and other North leaders stood outside the firewood pile, with several North warriors holding torches.
The flames on the torch danced in the darkness, like a group of flame elves dancing in mourning for these dead warriors.
"Woo~~~." As a North warrior blew the horn, the dull sound of the horn echoed in the mountain stream, and all the North warriors looked solemn.
"May the temple of Valhalla accept your souls." Guzrun sniffed lightly, stepped forward, took the torch from the hands of a North warrior, and threw the torch into the middle of the dry woodpile. .
The flames instantly ignited the entire pyre, and the cold corpses were quickly devoured. The smell of barbecued meat filled the air, and Ulf raised his head unconsciously, watching the thick smoke flying toward the sky. He narrowed his eyes slightly. Maybe in the sky, the Valkyries were really riding Pegasus to greet the souls of these warriors.
At this time, in the Wessex camp.
As the bishops and priests chanted, Alfred led the noble knights to bury the dead soldiers. When the priests sprinkled holy water on the corpses, the soldiers wrapped in shrouds were buried. Placed in the dug grave.
According to Christian teachings, dead Christians should not destroy their bodies, so that when the Doomsday Judgment comes, they will wake up to the sound of the angel’s doomsday trumpet and accept the Lord’s final judgment.
"Amen~."
As the funeral ended, Alfred stretched out his hand and made the sign of the cross in front of him, then turned around and led the nobles out of the cemetery.
"Your Majesty, the Vikings guard the mountain stream. We can't stay here forever." At this time, a Wessex noble asked Alfred.
"But everyone has seen the strength of these Vikings." However, some people thought that they should not be too aggressive. Today's battle made the nobles watching the battle extremely difficult.
Especially the berserkers led by Ulf, their bloody attack methods were like facing the devil of hell. The nobles even saw with their own eyes that when a burly berserker was pierced with spears all over his body, he could still attack with an axe. Kill two Wessex soldiers who were close to him.
"Perhaps we can convert this group of Vikings to the Holy Faith and use faith instead of swords to tame them." At this time, Alfred's court bishop held a cross in his hand and said to Alfred.
"Convert, ha."
However, the bishop's words aroused the ridicule of the nobles. These Vikings were simply a group of uncivilized pagans. Even if they were baptized, they would still believe in their evil idols when they turned around.
However, Alfred's brows were slightly furrowed and his face was solemn, as if he was thinking about something. Everyone's laughter gradually subsided and everyone looked at each other in confusion.
"Your Majesty, you won't really just let it go, right?" the nobles asked quickly.
Alfred went to great lengths to gather the army here. If Guzlen and his army were easily let go, then where would the authority of the king lie in the future? Who could guarantee that the Vikings would not regret it?
"Of course not, at least not now." Alfred raised his head, looked around at the nobles, and said slowly.
"oh."
The nobles breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this. They had already sworn with their swords that they would kill all the Vikings. How could they compromise so easily.
When Alfred returned to the tent, Yinsak, who was wearing a gray monk's robe, had been waiting for a long time. He heard the sound of the curtain being unveiled behind him, and quickly turned around and lowered his head respectfully.
"Yinsak, you didn't attend the funeral of the deceased?" After Alfred walked in, he picked up the wine bottle and filled two glasses of wine, then handed Yinsak a glass, and then said slowly.
"Your Majesty, I care more about how to deal with the enemy than the dead." Yin Sak said calmly, holding the wine glass.
"You also watched today's battle. What do you think?" Alfred nodded slightly, put the wine glass to his lips, took a sip, and then asked.
"The fighting power of the Vikings cannot be underestimated, not to mention that they are holding on to favorable terrain. If we attack hard, we will suffer heavy losses." Yinsak said to Alfred with a shrewd light in his eyes.
"Hmm." Alfred narrowed his eyes and looked deeply at Yinsak in front of him. In fact, Yinsak's words were exactly what he was worried about.
The reason why Alfred was willing to use his most elite troops to act as bait, trying to provoke the Vikings, and then use cavalry to kill them all, was because he saw that the mountain stream occupied by the other party was easy to defend and difficult to attack.
But who expected that most of the Viking army huddled in the mountain stream and remained unmoved, so Alfred could only try to use cavalry to destroy the Vikings who came out, while the other armies remained stationary.
But this plan was actually blocked by the army led by Ulf, and it was almost a lose-lose situation.
"What do you think?" Alfred put down his wine glass and looked at Yinsak expectantly, wanting to hear his opinion.
"Why don't we make peace?" Yin Sak blinked, showing a calm look.
"Peace talks?" Alfred was a little surprised, because in his impression Yinsak was definitely not a soft-hearted person, and he was not even cunning enough to look like a monk who was known for his peace.
"That's right, but we must let them be baptized and hand over the Viking sacred objects as collateral." Yinsak smashed his mouth and held his hands.
"Oh." Alfred looked at Yinsak in front of him with interest, and a smile appeared inadvertently at the corner of his mouth, but soon the smile disappeared like ripples across the water. not see.
the next morning
Ulf, who was leaning against the wooden wall with his spear in his arms and resting with his eyes closed, suddenly heard the sound of horse hooves, so he stood up in excitement and looked outside the wooden wall.
"What's going on?" Vargas also stood up from the ground, grabbed the ax and held it tightly in his hand, as if he was going to smash it into the enemy's head the next moment.
Ulf ignored Vargas, held one hand on the wooden wall, and squinted his eyes to look outside. At this time, the early morning mist had not yet receded, and he could only vaguely see a few war horses heading this way. Come.
