Ulf glanced at the North leader who walked in. Ulf knew that this leader was not the leader who had been following Guzlen, but a war leader who joined later.
"What happened?" Ulf was not only curious, but the other party seemed to have brought some new news that he didn't know about.
"Sigurd, tell me, what did you find?" Guzlen knew this very well. This war leader was sent to patrol by him. Maybe he had an unexpected surprise.
"My men have captured the King of Wessex." Sigurd said with a proud look on his face. He glanced at the others and then stared at Ulf.
"What, you caught Alfred?" Ulf was also slightly shocked. He sent out Ange and others, but they failed to catch Alfred, but the war leader actually caught him easily. Living.
"That's right." Sigurd nodded and said immediately.
"Bring him up quickly, we want to take a look." Guzlen seemed to be relieved. Catching Alfred was equivalent to holding the lifeblood of the Kingdom of Wessex, whether it was imprisoning in exchange for ransom, or Killing would be extremely beneficial in destroying the morale of the Wessex people.
"Bring it in." Sigurd turned around and shouted towards the door, and Ulf and others also followed his movements and looked towards the door.
I saw a burly North warrior with shaved hair, a pair of blue eyes, and a beard on his chin tied into braids at both ends, hanging on both sides of his mouth, as if he was carrying a chicken. Like this, a thin Wessex noble was captured.
The head of this Wessex nobleman was covered with a thick linen bag, making his face temporarily invisible. The other party's body was so muddy that the nobleman's clothing could no longer be seen.
"Ping." When the captured Wessex noble was stabbed to the ground by the North warrior, he let out a miserable groan from the linen bag.
"How do you know he is Alfred's?" Ulf frowned. He walked to the prisoner's side, raised his head and asked Sigurd.
After all, this newly joined war leader had never met Alfred in person.
"We found this on him." Sigurd took out something from his arms and showed it to everyone. It was a gold pendant with a pattern of the Wessex royal family on it.
"The king's necklace?" When everyone's eyes were focused on this shiny necklace, they all believed Sigurd's words, because this was indeed a royal thing.
"Not necessarily, this thing is worn by members of the royal family." Ulf's brows furrowed even deeper. He reached out and took off his hood, and found that it was a younger Wessex man, not Alf. Red.
"This is not him." When Guzlen's eyes fell on the prisoner, he immediately recognized it and couldn't help but blurt out.
"What, isn't this?" Sigurd was also surprised. He held the pendant in his hand, looked at the prisoner closely in surprise, grabbed the prisoner's collar, and asked: "Then who are you? "
"Spare me." The Wessex prisoner was obviously frightened. He raised his head hard and looked around. These ferocious-looking Vikings were like demons in hell, and they were all listening. I don’t understand the Dongmin language.
"Let him go, he's just a poor child. He's your Majesty's cousin." Yinsak couldn't stand it anymore and quickly explained to everyone in Nordic language.
"If you're not the king, then it's useless. Let's kill him." Sigurd felt very angry. He originally thought he could achieve great achievements, but unexpectedly he made a huge mistake. This made him feel extremely embarrassed and he pulled out his waist in anger. He had a small ax in his hand, ready to kill the prisoner.
"Kang." The crisp sound of weapons clashing sounded, and Sigurd was surprised to see that a sharp dagger popped out of Ulf's wrist, blocking his axe.
"Aww~~."
However, this not only did not make Sigurd stop, but instead angered the war leader and attacked Ulf even more fiercely.
And Ulf was not afraid. He dodged left and right, and struck out with his hidden blade unceremoniously.
The sharp dagger left several bloody marks on Sigurd's face.
"Stop." Guzrun saw that the fight between Ulf and Sigurd became more and more fierce, and he quickly stopped him.
"Bah." Sigurd did not dare to disobey Guzlen's order. He could only stop. Seeing that the other party no longer attacked the prisoner, Ulf also retracted his hidden blade.
"A good weapon." Guzrun watched Ulf retract his hidden blade, narrowed his eyes, and praised Ulf.
"A little life-saving toy." Ulf pinched his wrist with his hand to make the sleeve blade close more comfortably, but his expression remained as usual without any change.
"Why don't you let me kill him?" Sigurd said angrily.
"There is no point in killing a person who cannot resist, not to mention that as a relative of Alfred, it may be useful." Ulf glanced at the captive on the ground. By this time, Yinsak had already recovered from the shock. , hurriedly stepped forward and helped the prisoner up.
"He's not a king, so even if he gets a ransom, it won't be much." Sigurd snorted and said nonchalantly.
"I don't know either, but it's always good to have more chips in your hand." Ulf shrugged his shoulders and said nonchalantly.
[In view of the general environment,
"Okay, since we didn't catch Alfred, what should we do next?" Guzlen touched the beard on his chin and asked his leaders.
"Let's just burn them to death and return to their respective territories."
"No, we should quickly occupy the land and establish a new kingdom."
"Yes, the King of Wessex failed. We occupy this place and become the new masters."
The leaders all talked about it. In summary, there were only two options: either plunder and return to their hometown, or occupy the land of the Wessex people. After all, most people did not want to return to Northern Europe where food could not be grown. A cold place.
"Ulf, what did you say?" Guzrun was sitting on a chair. He observed Ulf who had been silent, and he was keenly aware that Ulf's attitude was different, so he asked.
"We have no control here. The Wessex people's will to resist is still there. It's like sitting on a pile of dry firewood. If there is a spark, we will be burned to death." Ulf knew that as long as Alfred was still there, As long as they are alive, the people of Wessex will not surrender. It is ridiculous that Guzlen and others still hope to occupy this land and become the new masters.
Although the Vikings had a military advantage, they faced an eternal problem, which was numerical disadvantage. On the British islands, the Christian Angsa people accounted for the majority, and a small number of people controlled the majority of the people. It is not easy to do this.
In Gu Wulf's impression, only the Aryans who conquered India and the British Empire could do this.
The former relied on religious ignorance policies to spiritually castrate most of the indigenous Indians, thus succumbing to the conquerors and willingly believing in the so-called afterlife.
The latter, relying on strong industrialization capabilities, as well as excellent administration, military and diplomacy, are not something that a loose alliance of tribes like the Vikings can achieve.
It can be said that failure is an inevitable result.
Thinking of this, Ulf only felt a little tired. He originally thought that with his surprise attack, as long as he killed or captured Alfred, he could completely change the trajectory of history, and maybe he could really create a world here.
However, the historical trajectory seems to have the ability to correct itself. Alfred was not caught after all, and the fate of failure was already an inevitable result.
"So I am going to take my people and plunder the surroundings." Ulf shrugged his shoulders and said frankly to Guzlen.
"Well, you want to avoid the battle?" Guzlen frowned and asked in disbelief.
"Are you afraid of a group of cowardly Wessex people?" Sigurd took the opportunity to mock.
"No, if the people of Wessex gather to prepare for war, send me a message. You know where to find me." Ulf raised his eyebrows.
He raised his hand, turned around, grabbed the prisoner on the ground, pushed him and prepared to walk out of the hall.
"That's my trophy." Sigurd said angrily when he saw this. Even though he thought the prisoner had no value, he was still unwilling to give it to Ulf.
"Ding Dong." Ulf took a small bag from his waist and threw it on the ground, indicating that it was a ransom for Sigurd.
"I'll kill you." Sigurd glared angrily, holding his hand on the ax handle, angry at Ulf's humiliation.
"Wait." But Guzrun asked his guards to stop Sigurd, because he knew very well that Ulf would not show mercy next time, and Guzrun did not want to lose one of his men before the war started. War chief.
Yinsak hurriedly followed Ulf. Now Yinsak understood a little bit. Compared to the cunning Ulf, this group of reckless and easy-to-kill Vikings seemed more terrifying.
at the same time
Alfred smelled a scent in his sleep. It was the long-lost scent of meat. When it penetrated into his nose, Alfred's abdomen made a rumble like a thunderous sound.
"Gudu." Alfred swallowed hard. He instinctively opened his eyes and saw a simple hay roof. In the dim light, there was only a pile of firelight dancing. The scent came from the firelight. emanating from the direction.
"Sizzling." A burst of oil and water dripped into the flames, and the sizzling sound made Alfred move his index finger. He had no time to think about his situation and hurriedly crawled over.
I saw a fragrant chicken being roasted in a simple stone fireplace, and the aroma was coming from the grill.
