Now, for Alfred, the roasted chicken on the grill was more tempting than any treasure. Regardless of the fact that it was hot, Alfred stretched out his hand to take off the roasted chicken and tore it into pieces while blowing on it. He swallowed the meat, eating it faster and faster, and soon finished the entire roast chicken.
"Zhizhi." Even Alfred had no image. He reluctantly put the chicken bone in his mouth and sucked it, like a hungry baby.
"Ping."
At this moment, the door of the farmhouse was suddenly pushed open. This movement made Alfred alert. He hurriedly ducked to the corner and leaned his back against the wall.
"Huh." What appeared at the door was a Wessex peasant woman. She was wearing a traditional Wessex coat and skirt. She was holding a wooden bucket in her hand and was staring at Alfred in the house with her brown eyes. Virtue.
When Alfred saw the woman who appeared, he was slightly relieved, because he remembered that before he fainted, there was clearly a Nordic standing in front of him. This made Alfred feel scared and thought that he must have fallen. In the hands of the Vikings.
"Are you awake?" The peasant woman was not surprised when she saw this. She walked into the house, placed the barrel next to the fireplace, and then wiped her body with her hands. When her eyes fell on the grill, she was slightly stunned. .
"I'm sorry, I'm so hungry. I'll pay." Alfred was a little embarrassed. He seemed to have been saved by the person in front of him, but he ate their food as soon as he woke up. He was really a bit of a robber. act.
"You look like a noble. Why did you faint in the swamp?" The peasant woman glanced at Alfred and did not blame him for it. Instead, she scooped out a wooden bowl of fresh milk from the barrel and handed it to him. Alfred.
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Alfred was thirsty because he had eaten too much chicken. He quickly took the milk from the other person's hand, raised his head and drank it regardless of his appearance. The white milk dripped from the corner of his mouth and fell on his chest.
"Look what I hit?"
Just when Alfred finished the milk with satisfaction and wiped his mouth with his sleeve, a rough man's voice came from outside the door. Although the man spoke in Angsa language, it seemed very strange. It's stiff and has a strong northern accent.
"ah?"
Alfred was startled. His eyes quickly searched around, but found that his sword had disappeared. He secretly complained in his heart that if the other party had malicious intentions, he would become a lamb to be slaughtered.
Sure enough, a tall figure almost occupied the entire door frame, and the person who bent down and walked in turned out to be a Viking, the same Viking that Alfred saw before he fainted.
"He woke up?" The Viking walked in, threw a hunting fox next to the fireplace, glanced at the peasant woman, and asked casually.
"Yes, don't worry. He is my husband. He is a good man and has converted to Christ." The peasant woman seemed to see Alfred's panic, and she quickly stepped forward to comfort him.
"Your husband?" Alfred was surprised. He knew that the Vikings were running amok on the British Isles and often committed atrocities against the women of England, but it was obvious that the relationship in front of him was definitely not that kind of relationship. .
"We got married under the witness of the priest, but the people in the village still have prejudices. They are unwilling to accept us, so they can only live here. My name is Innar." Viking Innar stretched out his hand and shook hands He held his wife's hand and explained to Alfred.
"That's it." After hearing this explanation, Alfred lowered his guard, as long as he was not Guzlen's group, so he expressed that he wanted to leave here and go to Somerset County.
"I know, I'll take you there after a night's rest." Innar took a deep look at Alfred in front of him and said to him.
"No, it's best to leave now. After resting here for a while and eating something, I feel that all my strength has been restored." Alfred insisted. The longer you stay here, the more dangerous it becomes. He is still very clear about one thing.
Even though Alfred felt unbearable pain all over his body, he still didn't want to stay.
"Okay." Unexpectedly, Innar agreed with Alfred's words. He put an ax on his waist and kissed his wife goodbye.
"Bring this with you." The peasant woman looked worried, but did not stop her husband. She accompanied Alfred. She just stepped on the wooden bench, took down a basket from the hanging beam, and took it from inside. Out came some cheese wrapped in linen.
Alfred looked at the scene in front of him guiltily. He was supposed to be the king, protecting his territory and people, but now he was like a bereaved dog and had to rely on the charity of peasant women to have a chance of survival.
When Alfred fled towards Somerset under the protection of the converted Viking Innar, Ulf also left Chippenham.
"Why don't you continue to follow Guzlen?" Vargas asked Ulf out of curiosity when he was stationed midway.
"They will lose, we can't follow losers." Ulf sat on a stone, whittling a piece of wood with a knife, and said without raising his head.
"Failure, I can't see the reason for their failure?" Vargas shrugged his shoulders, leaned against a big tree, and asked curiously.
"They shouldn't underestimate Alfred, he is a persevering character." Ulf blew on the wood to blow off the sawdust, and then said to Vargas.
"Humph, but the Wessex people don't have enough strength. Can they rely on the scattered lords or the conscripted farmers?" Vargas didn't believe what Ulf said. The North people value strength. In the eyes of all North people, , the entire Angsa people were vulnerable, otherwise they would not have allowed the Vikings to sweep half of the British island.
In fact, the only Christian kingdom left now is Wessex, and the rest were either occupied by the Vikings or became puppets.
"Hey, Yinsak, what do you think?" Ulf glanced at Yinsak, who was sitting on the grass next to him, and asked him.
"What?" Yinsak asked angrily.
"Does Alfred still have a chance of winning?" Ulf asked Yinsak.
"I'm just a prisoner now, what can I know?" Yinsak didn't want to betray Alfred, so he casually picked off the grass, threw it away, and then said.
"Although we made a surprise attack on Chippenham, most of the territory in Wessex was not severely damaged. If Alfred summons the lords, they should be able to assemble an army quickly." Ulf He didn't feel angry because of Yin Sak's attitude and just continued.
"The rabble will only allow me to collect more skulls." Vargas smiled grimly at Yinsak and said calmly.
"Ahem, that's impossible. Most of the lords want to guard against the Vikings coming from Ireland in the west, and the lords in the south want to guard against the Norman landing." Yinsak was shocked, and he didn't understand why he acted like this. Ulf, who was an ordinary war leader, actually always had a grudge against Alfred, and Alfred was indeed able to regroup the army.
However, Yinsak could not make the Vikings so wary of Alfred. He tried his best to use his identity as a prisoner and the advantage of language to try to hint to Ulf and others that the lords of Wessex were not No ability to pose a threat to the Vikings.
"This is a fact, but it is not absolute. Not to mention the Irish attack in the west, even the Normans may not come across the sea. Our threat is the most urgent to Alfred. Others The lords must also understand this." Unexpectedly, Ulf was not fooled, but said to Yinsak.
"Gudu." Yinsak couldn't help but swallow after hearing Alfred's words, and was surprised at Ulf's sensitivity.
"Even so, what can we do?" Vargas also frowned and asked curiously.
"If we want to assemble a large army, what do you think is the most important thing?" Ulf narrowed his eyes slightly and asked Vargas nonchalantly.
"Of course it's the opinions of the nobles, and the speed of recruitment." Vargas was stunned for a moment, and said calmly.
Mouth said.
But Ulf smiled and said nothing, just stared at Vargas and began to chip wood again. It was obvious that this answer was incorrect.
"Gudu." Yinsak's expression changed, and he couldn't help but swallow again. He had already thought of the answer, but he didn't dare to say it.
"Yinsak, you should know better." Sure enough, Ulf turned to look at Yinsak and said to him.
"I, I." Yinsak's face turned red. He knew that what the Vikings hated most was lies, and he didn't want to tell Ulf about it, but even if he didn't say it, Ulf had already thought of it. .
"Hey, have you thought about it? Why didn't you say it?" Vargas's brows furrowed and he asked Yinsak.
"I know." Yinsak was forced to nod.
"Tell me about it." Ulf laughed. He just wanted to force the monk to tell the story.
"It's food and grass. No army can move without food and grass." Yinsak sighed and had no choice but to say it, and it was obvious that Ulf knew the answer.
"Damn it, how could I forget that if there is no food, who wants to fight hungry?" Vargas patted his forehead and said in realization. However, when he patted his forehead, he winked mischievously at Ulf. Blinked.
"Yes, even if Alfred escapes alive, he has lost the stronghold of Chippenham. Without food and grass, he will not be able to provide supplies for the army." Ulf nodded slightly. Regarding this matter, he was Well thought out.
"That's why you told Guzlun that you were going to plunder. In fact, it wasn't that you didn't want to join Guzlun's actions, but that you wanted to destroy His Majesty the King's ability to summon an army." Yinsak recalled quickly in his mind. Well, what Ulf said in front of Guzlen seems to be Ulf’s true intention.
"Friar, you are very smart. I like smart people. We will definitely be able to do something good together." Ulf smiled even more happily. He stood up, holding the sharp knife and the piece of wood in his hand, and walked over When Yin Sak was in front of him, he stuffed the wood into his arms.
Yinsak looked at this piece of wood in surprise. It turned out to be an eagle. I have to say that Ulf's hands were very skillful, but Yinsak didn't want this thing, because the eagle with its wings folded always made him It feels like Blood Eagle Punishment.
