In the Norse camp, tents made of animal skins and sticky hair were set up everywhere. Weapons were placed within easy reach, relying on each other. There were mountains of wine barrels stacked on the train cars.
"Gudu." The attendant acting as Alfred's envoy accidentally glanced sideways and saw a bloody human head stuck on a sharp wooden stake in front of the tent of a tall berserker. It was clearly the head of a Wessex cavalryman.
At this time, the messy hay-like hair, the empty and wide-open eyes, and the open mouth seemed to be silently accusing why the attendants did not take him away from this terrifying camp.
"Ugh." Suddenly, the berserker, who had his back to the attendant, turned around and looked at him fiercely with his remaining eyes. The berserker held a sharp knife in his hand.
The attendant hurriedly looked away from the berserker, fearing that he would get angry and twist off his head, and then insert it into a sharp stake. Thinking of this, the attendant's calves couldn't help but tremble.
"What, are you cold?" Vargas, who was leading the attendant, turned around, with a sarcastic smile on his lips, and said to the attendant calmly.
"Oh no, no." The attendant quickly denied that he was the messenger carrying Alfred's peace letter. How could he show a timid look in front of the Vikings, so he could only force himself to shake his head and said.
Vargas shrugged his shoulders, looked at the attendant thoughtfully, then turned around and continued walking forward, in the direction of Guzlen's location.
When the attendant led two companions to the mountain stream, Ulf and others understood that the other party was here to negotiate. The flag symbolizing the King of Wessex wavered slightly in the trembling hands of the attendant. Trembling, and the attendant's pale face showed that he was really afraid of the Norse.
If it weren't for the king's order, I believe this attendant would rather stay away from these demonic Vikings.
Soon, Vargas led his attendants to the camp where Guzlen was located, and Ulf and others were already waiting.
In front of Guzlun's tent, a chair plundered from the castle was placed in the open space. Guzlun, the commander of this army, sat on it and looked at his attendants expressionlessly.
"Rebirth of the Great Era of Fighting Waves"
"Alfred wants us to surrender?" Guzlen's voice came out of his throat, as if he was clearing away thick phlegm.
"No, it's not surrender. Your Majesty, the King of Wessex, believes that continuing to fight will not bring any benefit to both of us, so both sides live in peace." The attendant's body stiffened, but he still clearly marked Alfred's The content of the peace talks was clearly told to Guzlen.
"Oh, what are the conditions?" Guzlen looked at the North leaders on both sides, held his cheek with one hand, tilted his head and asked curiously.
"Your Majesty, I would like to give you one thousand Danish gold."
"A thousand Danish gold is too little."
"We should be given at least five thousand."
"That's right."
When the North leaders heard Dan Danjin, their eyes almost shone with light, and greed almost filled their minds.
Ulf frowned slightly after hearing this. Although Alfred was not at a disadvantage, he suddenly said that he wanted to reconcile with the Norse people, which was unreasonable in any way.
"Your Majesty said that the price can be negotiated, but there is a condition that you must accept." The attendant was relieved when he saw that the Northmen were tempted. As long as these barbaric Vikings are willing to take Danish gold, at least their little My life was saved today.
"What's the matter?" Guzlen looked at the attendant with a curious look on his face and asked.
"Your Majesty said that in order to show the greatness and mercy of the Lord, I hope that your people can give up their belief in false gods, sincerely accept the baptism of the bishop and become Christians." The attendant took a breath and spoke slowly and clearly to all said the man.
"What?" When the attendant said this, the North leaders looked at each other, and even Guzlen showed doubts.
Only Ulf's eyes narrowed and his face became solemn. The Unsa people represented by Alfred finally had a hard time seeing the dagger. It was just a question of whether the North people could see through their sinister intentions.
With this suspicion, Ulf couldn't help but turn to the crowd, and saw that although the North leaders were surprised, they didn't seem to take this matter to heart.
.....
In the Wessex military camp, Alfred and Yinsak sat in a red linen tent. There was a chessboard in front of them with precious oak chess pieces placed on it.
"Click." Alfred picked up a knight and placed it lightly on the chessboard, making a crisp sound.
"Good chess, my majesty." Yinsak glanced at him approvingly, and then moved his soldiers, seemingly explaining Alfred's chess skills, but he meant something else.
"Oh, what do you think?" Alfred stood up, looked down at Yinsak, and asked expressionlessly, as if his thin, deep-socketed eyes were always filled with questions. look.
"At first, I thought His Majesty was just preaching, but then I thought about it, actually this might not be a good way to dismantle the Vikings." Yinsak smacked his mouth and looked up at his king.
In Yinsak's view, although the Vikings fought bravely and were full of destructive power, their social structure was quite simple and crude. This would of course result in a strong fighting capacity, but it would also lead to a situation where they fought independently.
The reason why this group of Vikings can still cooperate with each other now is that the only thing that connects them is their ridiculous primitive religion and their desire for wealth and land. If some of the Vikings are allowed to convert to Catholicism, it will inevitably cause The disputes between the Vikings widened their rifts.
Alfred listened to Yinsak's analysis with a sinking face. He picked up a bishop's chess piece and played with it between the three fingers of his right hand. He seemed to be listening but not listening, but his eyes were firmly fixed on the chessboard in front of him.
"Your Majesty, am I right?" Yinsak asked Alfred carefully.
"The conversion was proposed by the bishop, don't make random guesses." Alfred placed the chess piece on a square, leaned back comfortably on the back of the chair, and said to Yinsak calmly.
"I understand." Yinsak lowered his eyes and seemed to be thinking about the chess strategy seriously, but in his heart, he felt that Alfred must think that this matter could never be extended to the outside world.
However, Yinsak has determined that if this move is made correctly, Guzrun will definitely fall into a dilemma. If they accept the baptism, it will definitely shake the foundation of the Vikings' faith. But if Guzrun refuses, He would certainly be resented by the other Norse leaders.
"Now it's time to see how they will go?" Yin Sak grinned, his nose even shed a slight sweat due to excitement, and his eyes seemed to be shining brightly.
At this time, the attendant who was in charge of delivering orders in the Norse camp only felt his calves shaking, and a stream of wet water was flowing down the legs of his trousers.
He was so scared that he peed.
Because the sharp ax was only five or six inches away from the attendant's neck. The reason why it did not hit the attendant's neck was that another Viking long sword held the axe.
"Ulf, what are you doing?" The North warrior who stretched out his sword said loudly with his eyes open and staring at Ulf holding the ax handle.
"Lord Guzlen, you haven't spoken yet, why do you want to take action?"
"Damn it, Ulf, we put you in charge of fighting, but we didn't let you kill the messenger at will."
The other North leaders yelled angrily at Ulf.
"Lord Guzrun, don't you see that this is clearly a conspiracy of the Angsa people. They are trying to divide us." Ulf ignored the other North leaders, but turned back to the surprised Guzrun. .
"Ulf put away your weapons." Guzlen frowned. Everything happened so fast that he didn't even have time to react. He just stood up from his seat.
"Ulf, are you going to go against all the North people?" The North leader with a sullen face and holding Ulf's ax said loudly.
"Who dares to move." Suddenly, a sharp knife was pressed against the waist of the North leader. As long as it was moved forward slightly, it could easily pierce the leather armor.
Ulf looked over and saw Vargas standing behind the North leader, saying coldly.
