At this time, the Wessex soldiers escorting the grain and grass were not aware of the danger.
One of the soldiers patted the grain on the grass bag on the diesel truck with his hand. A layer of floating dust immediately rose up on it, flying in the sun, but the grain inside was a very important material.
This soldier has a brown-red beard, a strong body, and a leather breastplate fully supported. He holds a slightly curved spear in his hand and a small knife at his waist.
"Maybe we should take a break." At this time, another Wessex soldier took off the sheepskin bag filled with water from his waist, poured a sip of water into his mouth, wiped the corners of his mouth with the back of his hand, and said to his companion.
"No, the woods here are dense. It's better for us to rest in an open place." The brown-red-bearded soldier frowned and said to his companions.
"What are you afraid of? There are no bandits and robbers here." But his companion obviously did not take this matter to heart. Although there are indeed outlaws in the dense forests and remote trails of Wessex, but No one would dare to intercept the army's food transport team without opening their eyes.
"I don't know why, but I always have an ominous premonition in my heart, you know." The brown-red beard soldier looked a little solemn, looking around from time to time, as if he might jump out of the dense forest at any time, something. Like a terrifying beast. "I had a bad feeling before the Vikings attacked our village."
"Roger, how long ago did this happen?"
"But I still remember it vividly. If I had informed everyone earlier, my brother would not have died." Roger, the brown-red beard, sighed lightly, leaned the spear on his shoulder, and said to his companions.
"Don't worry, even if the wolves come, there are enough of us to deal with it. What's more, the Vikings are besieged in the valley by His Majesty the King and the adults. No one can threaten us." Roger's companion He shrugged his shoulders and persuaded Roger to calm down.
Ignoring Roger's reminder, as the leader of this food escort team, they stopped in the forest. After all, after a day's trek of dozens of miles, the civilian husband and the soldiers escorting the food were already exhausted.
"Build a bonfire with stones, set up a tong pot, and let people go to the stream to fetch some water." Under the leader's order, the civilian husband and soldiers began to get busy. The bonfire was lit and the iron pot filled with clean water was set up. On top, the dried meat was put into the pot, and some people picked up fresh mushrooms from the roadside and put them into the iron pot. When stirred with a wooden spoon, they exuded bursts of delicious flavor.
"It smells so good~." The soldiers and civilians all looked greedy when they smelled the aroma of the meat, and the growls in their stomachs seemed to get louder.
Of course, the most important part of this pot of delicious broth is not available to the civilians. Only the leftover soup after the soldiers have finished eating will be given to the civilians. The peasants have long been accustomed to this kind of treatment. They took out the black bread mixed with wheat husks and as hard as a stone, carefully took off a little bit, stuffed it into their mouths, and then looked eagerly at the fragrant bread. Clamping the pot, just looking forward to taking a sip of broth is enough.
At this time, Roger's companion made a bowl of broth and walked to him and handed it to him.
"Roger, why don't you sit by the campfire to keep warm?" His companion looked at him curiously. Roger, who was leaning against a big tree alone and holding a spear vigilantly, asked him.
"No, I have been uneasy in my heart, and I feel a little better here." Roger shook his head gently, frowning and said to his companion.
"You're too nervous. This is just a very simple mission. As long as we get to the camp and hand over the grain to the adults, we can go home." The companion held his wooden bowl and scooped out the meat in it with his fingers. Come out and devour it together with the delicious mushrooms.
"May God bless you." Roger could only free one hand. After making a sign of the cross on his chest, he put his mouth on the edge of the bowl and took a sip of the delicious broth. He suddenly felt that his tired body had regained a little vitality. All the doubts and fears in my heart disappeared.
"Gah, gah~~."
Suddenly, several sharp bird calls came from the top of the forest, which was particularly harsh in the open and dense forest.
"Damn bird." A Wessex soldier stood up from the campfire after eating enough broth. After muttering, he was reaching out to pick up the spear beside him to carry out sentry duties. Task.
"Whoosh~~."
"Ping~."
However, suddenly a sharp sound pierced the air and a dull sound penetrated the body.
"What's going on?" Roger and his companions heard the sound and looked over. They saw the soldier standing next to the bonfire, his eyes wide open, looking at the ax that had penetrated his body, with a look of disbelief on his face.
"Axe, Viking." When Roger's companions' eyes fell on the axe, the special lines on the axe's surface were clearly visible in the firelight, which immediately aroused their fear of the Vikings.
"Impossible, why did they appear here?" Roger had a puzzled look on his face. All the invading Vikings were obviously blocked in the valley, but they appeared here at this time. Could it be that these Vikings They are really devils. They have a secret tunnel to hell that allows them to appear at any time.
However, Roger and others did not allow Roger and others to think too much. There was a heavy sound of horse hooves from the bushes, causing them to look over.
"Whoaaah."
"Grey Law~~."
With a war cry and the neighing of war horses, the shield girls led by Anger rode their horses and rushed over the bushes in front of the Wessex soldiers.
Under the firelight, the Wessex soldiers saw that their faces were smeared with black ointment around their eye sockets, making their already sunken features appear deeper, and their blue eyes shining with bloodthirsty luster.
And these shield girls hold spears and battle axes in their hands, and thick round shields hang on the sides of their horses. Under a sudden attack, even Wessex soldiers who want to take up arms to resist will be immediately beaten. The war horse was knocked away, and the shield girl who flew in front of him chopped off his head with an axe.
"Vikings, Vikings attack." Roger shouted in panic, threw away the bowl in his hand, picked up his spear and pointed it in the direction of the shieldmaidens' attack.
"Help."
"Oh, God!"
However, the civilian men in the grain escort team had never experienced such a battle. They were so frightened that they ran away and dispersed the soldiers who had gathered to deal with the Viking raid. The chaotic scene caused the shield girls led by Anger to The offense is sharper.
"Don't panic, don't run around." Roger's companion, as the leader of this team, became anxious when he saw this scene, and he shouted loudly to the crowd.
But in this chaos, not only did no one listen to him, but it attracted the attention of Ange and others. It was obvious that he was the leader of this team.
"Grey Law~~." Ange rode on the horse and glanced briefly at the camp of the Wessex grain team. He saw the panic of the Wessex people. Compared with the people on the battlefield, During the fight, Ange seemed to be more concerned about the mood of the war horse under his crotch. He stretched out his hand and gently patted the war horse's neck to prevent his war horse from getting too impatient.
When the war horse under Ange's crotch gradually calmed down, it lowered its head and snorted, raised its right front hoof, and gently dug the soil on the ground.
At this time, Ange raised his head and looked at the leader of the food team. In the crowd, this leader was holding a spear, back to back with another Wessex soldier, dealing with the shields surrounding them. Women.
"Huh." Ange snorted coldly. She raised her long and tight right leg, jumped off the left side of the horse, took off the buckler hanging on the side of the horse, and moved toward Roger and others. He walked over and pulled out his axe.
At this time, the civilian husbands and soldiers in the camp had been killed by the shield girls. The remaining people who were left lying on the ground instinctively crawled away from these terrifying Viking women. However, the ruthlessness of the shield girls on the battlefield was not inferior to that of the men at all. They stepped forward and stepped on the back of the injured, holding their round shields and raising the axes in their hands.
"Oh, no, spare my life." The wounded man's face was covered with blood, and he begged and prayed in every possible way, but the next moment, the cold ax struck down.
"Huh." Blood spurted out from the wounded body and splashed on the face of a shield girl and the stomach of the leather armor. However, the shield girl did not feel the slightest disgust. Instead, she narrowed her eyes slightly and enjoyed the warm blood. , and touched the blood on his cheek with his fingers.
Seeing this scene, Roger and his friends felt their mouths dry and their hearts beating violently.
"Devil, witch." Roger's friend looked pale and cursed in the language of Wessex.
And Roger swallowed hard, and his eyes quickly moved to Ange, who was walking over. Under the light of the surrounding bonfires, Ange was tall, with skin like snow, and a face as beautiful as the bright moon. He looked like... Like a beautiful elf walking in the dense forest.
This reminded Roger of the stories his grandmother told him about forest elves while sitting on a creaking old wooden chair when he was a child. After all, his grandmother was a Gael and not a pure Wesek. Sri Lankan people.
In my grandmother’s stories, beautiful banshees and elves often appeared by the streams in the Irish forests. They would seduce men and then turn them into frogs or various small animals. From then on, men Their fate is at the mercy of these beautiful and terrifying banshees.
"Hmph." At this time, Ange snorted softly, pulling Roger back from his thoughts.
And Ange also looked at the two people in front of her. She squinted her eyes, stretched out her left hand and waved it gently. At this time, the shield girls surrounding the two people immediately made way for her to step forward. .
"What does she want to do?" Roger's friend was a little confused and nervously clenched the spear in his hand.
"Is she going to duel with us?" Roger frowned and said with some uncertainty.
"I won't duel with women." Roger's friend looked around at the other shieldmaidens, and then confirmed that the ones who defeated them tonight were all a group of women. To be honest, this was not a good thing for a Wessex man. For a soldier, this is a great shame.
