Sigurd, who had been warned by Ulf, also understood that the other party was not easy to mess with, and temporarily endured the anger in his heart. After all, they still had their main enemy Alfred to deal with.
"With that idiot, you will never defeat Alfred." Vargas said disdainfully when he saw Ulf coming out with black coal.
"Vargas, you and Luther will lead a small team each to go to the swamp to test Alfred's strength. They don't have enough food and should not be able to gather a large army. They will have to capture some important prisoners. "Ulf frowned slightly, pondered for a moment, reached out and patted Heitan's head, and ordered Vargas.
"Understood." Vargas nodded. Waiting around here was not his style.
a few days later
The North warriors led by Vargas and Luther began to enter the swamp in small groups. They advanced cautiously while looking for Alfred's people. The other party seemed to know their arrival, and the two sides started to fight. Contact battles, but it's all about point-and-point.
"A small number of elites and most of the light infantry are distributed on the flanks." After a day of fighting, returning to the camp on the edge of the swamp, a tired Luther walked up to Vargas with mud all over his body and said.
"This shows that their strength is actually not sufficient, but this damn swamp prevents us from deploying at all. The reeds cover our sight." Vargas tore a piece of barley bread with his hands with mud between the nails. , chewed a few mouthfuls of water and swallowed it.
"What do you think?" Luther frowned. They were not worried about troops and food supplies. They were just not used to fighting in this muddy swamp.
"In the past few days, I have been observing the surroundings and preparing to set up an ambush at one of the locations. During the battle, we will introduce their elite troops to the ambush point, and then you attack from the flanks and outflank their rear." Vargas finished the hard meal in a few bites bread, then clapped his hands and said.
"What if they don't want to be fooled?" Luther reached out and touched his beard, he said worriedly.
"Then let them believe that they defeated me." Vargas smiled and said to Luce.
The next morning, mist hung over the entire swamp.
Vargas carried a round shield and an ax and walked forward cautiously. In several days of fighting, Vargas and others had figured out the possible direction of the Wessex stronghold, which was the place where the resistance would be fiercest. , must be where the other party gathers.
"Croak, croak." Stepping in the muddy swamp, even if the North soldiers were careful, they would still make a sound. Vargas frowned, but he just looked back and didn't say much. talk.
"Whoosh~." Suddenly, there was a sound of a bow and arrow piercing the air. Vargas raised the buckler in his hand vigilantly. Hearing only a muffled sound, Vargas saw an arrow missing and nailed on the thick shield.
"Shield wall." Vargas roared almost from his chest. Following his order, the Northmen behind him stepped forward one after another and raised their round shields, forming an airtight shield. wall.
"Kill~~." At this moment, a group of Wessex soldiers raised their weapons, pushed aside the reeds, and rushed over through the mist.
"Steady, steady." Vargas ordered loudly while hiding behind the shield wall.
"Ho ho ho~~." Although the number of the North warriors following Vargas was only about thirty, each of them was a warrior who had experienced hundreds of battles. They held their round shields and weapons firmly with both hands. Through the gap in the shield, he stared at the group of Wessex warriors rushing up.
"Whoosh, whoosh~~."
The Wessex soldiers were not to be outdone. Most of them were light infantry without armored stomachs. Therefore, when they rushed towards the shield wall of the North warriors, they kept throwing bows, arrows and javelins in their hands.
Raindrops of arrows and javelins fell on the shield wall. The North soldiers did not panic. They felt the impact of hitting the shield and stood firmly on the swamp with their feet.
"For the glory of the Lord, for Wessex, for Alfred, attack." The Wessex noble commanding this army, wearing a leather armor and an iron helmet, raised his hands
The iron sword in his head was waving continuously, making encouraging sounds.
This group of Wessex light infantry was inspired to wave the spears and axes in their hands and slammed into the shield wall, trying to open a hole in the shield wall, but the North soldiers seemed to remain unmoved.
"Ping." The Wessex soldier who was unable to break through the shield wall was knocked backwards by the shield wall. If the people behind him hadn't pushed him forward, he would have fallen to the ground.
"Crack." Although the shield wall formed by the North warriors led by Vargas blocked the attack of the Wessex soldiers, the slippery and muddy ground under their feet still caused many people who were not used to swamp warfare to slip. A fall.
"Hold on." Vargas saw a North warrior holding a round shield. Due to a slip, the round shield in his hand fell from the shield wall. He hurriedly stretched out his strong arm and pulled it up. causing the gap to be refilled.
At this time, a group of Wessex nobles who were watching the situation behind the Wessex soldiers immediately felt that an opportunity had come. He pointed the iron sword in his hand towards the Vikings' flank.
"Whoosh, whoosh." With a sound of reeds being pushed aside, Vargas and others saw a group of Wessex soldiers appearing on their flanks. These soldiers were wearing bright armor and holding shields and irons. Sword, strong and firm steps, you can tell he is an elite warrior at a glance.
"Stay steady and retreat slowly." Vargas frowned slightly when he saw this. He put his hand on the shoulder of the North warrior in front and began to slowly retreat the shield wall.
[In view of the general environment,
The Wessex soldiers who were attacking pressed against the shield wall and kept following them, like a group of mice attracted by cheese, biting tightly.
"They are afraid." When the Wessex noble who commanded saw this scene, he was even more convinced that this small group of Vikings was afraid of him. A bold idea came to his mind, that is, to outflank and capture this group alive. A small group of Vikings, claiming credit in front of Alfred.
In the muddy swamp, a scene appeared. The Vikings who had gathered together to form a shield wall slowly retreated. The Wessex soldiers were like fish caught by a fishhook, heading towards the tiles. Guts and Luther walked towards the planned ambush circle.
At the same time, Alfred, who was supervising the construction of the fortress, suddenly seemed to have an ominous premonition in his heart, and couldn't help but reach out and hold the cross pendant around his neck.
