The morning sun shines on the stronghold that Ulf has just occupied. The sunlight shines in through the wooden windows of a house. Ulf wakes up from his bed. He opens his eyes and first takes a look at the black man lying beside the bed. Tan was still sleeping soundly.
The second time he looked, he looked at the war hammer placed beside the bed. Keep the weapon within arm's reach at all times.
Ulf sat up and rubbed his eyes. Heitan yawned lazily, glanced at Ulf, and licked his big paws with his tongue, as if he was grooming himself. And Ulf put on his clothes, picked up the warhammer and walked out of this house. This was originally the residence of the leader who was guarding the local area, but when Ulf led the Viking warriors to capture this place, he cut off this guy's head. head.
"Creak."
Ulf opened the door and walked out, and the fresh cold air blew in his face. He stood on a high place, overlooking the construction of the fence and fortress.
A group of strong Viking warriors were busy moving huge logs and stones to the position of the fence. After occupying this place, Ulf ordered his men to quickly repair the fortress and re-reinforce it, allowing the slaves to build more guard towers.
"Ulf." Luther led Olaf to Ulf and greeted him.
"Luthor, make sure every pillar of the fence is very stable. We can't let the enemy break in easily." Ulf looked at Luther and ordered him.
"Don't worry, I've sent people to reinforce it." Luther nodded slightly and said to Ulf.
"What are we waiting for here?" Olaf was a little confused. Ulf once told them that he would lead them to the richer and warmer south, but now they are stuck in this barren land.
Ulf smiled, reached out and patted Olaf on the shoulder, and then continued to walk into the fortress, and from time to time he reached out to help those busy men, and the huge black body brushed Olaf's legs.
"If I were you, I wouldn't talk to him like that." Luther didn't give Olaf a good look. He turned around, pulled out a small ax from his waist, and walked to the wood placed in the fortress. , and started chopping.
"Can't I ask?" Olaf didn't know why. Even in a war group, members have the right to ask questions to the leader before the war begins.
"Many people have doubted Ulf before, but they all proved him right later, so do your job well." Luther jumped on the wood, spit into his palms, and then raised his ax to face He chopped the wood accurately, causing bark and sawdust to fly.
"Guys, Lord Ulf is right! We have to make sure that this fence is impenetrable! We have to move quickly!" Olaf, filled with doubts and dissatisfaction, turned and shouted to the Viking warriors around him.
"Ho~~."
The soldiers stepped up their work energetically and raced against time to build the fence. Some skilled carpenters began to inlay the spikes, and they skillfully operated the tools to secure the spikes to the fence.
At the same time, the construction of the fortress was also in full swing. The solid stones were hoisted to the base of the fortress wall. The soldiers stood at a high place and closely supervised the installation of each stone to ensure that the wall was as stable as a mountain.
"Lord Ulf, this fortress is really indestructible. We can definitely hold this stronghold." Ulf's men said in appreciation as they looked at the gradually solidified fortress.
"Yes, we will defend this land, no matter what the cost." Ulf nodded happily. Their bodies were covered with mud, but they seemed to have regarded this place as a new stronghold.
In the distance, Curonia's cavalry watched all this from a distance. His face was solemn and solemn, and he hurriedly turned his horse's head and galloped towards the place where the Curonia army was stationed.
He wanted to report what the Vikings had done to the chief and ask him for instructions on how to deal with this group of Vikings next. They seemed to have made up their mind to stay here and not leave, which turned into a difficult matter.
"What, they are repairing the fortress?" Chief Curonia sat in the tent, listening to the reports from his men, and became impatient.
"Damn Vikings, are they coveting our land?" Curonia
The nobles immediately started a commotion. The chief had promised that after occupying this land, he would immediately entrust a large piece of it to the nobles. Now that the fortress is occupied by the Vikings, everything is in vain.
"We sent troops and food and made a lot of sacrifices." Some nobles said angrily.
"However, the Vikings' contribution is greater. When your people fled, they were at the front, and they even destroyed the enemy's cavalry." However, a discordant voice sounded, it was Otto. gram.
The firelight reflected on his rough face. His hair was long and messy. He was wearing sturdy leather armor and a fur cloak. He was holding a coarse porcelain wine flask in his hand.
"Otok, now is not the time to talk about this." Chief Curonia frowned. He also knew that this was a fact, but when Otok said it at this time, it was a bit inappropriate.
"Now that they don't plan to leave, what should we do?" The nobles were silent for a while, and someone asked the chief.
"Gather the army and capture the fortress. It belongs to us Curonians." Some people shouted angrily.
"Pfft, are you going to fight the Vikings, or are they occupying the fortress?" Ottok grinned, looking at these timid nobles on the battlefield, and said with disdain.
"Well." The nobles suddenly stopped talking. They saw with their own eyes how the Vikings slaughtered the Samogitians on the battlefield. They had never seen such a bloody and brutal fighting method, as well as tough and cunning tactics. of.
"Otok, go to the fortress and ask Chief Ulf what he wants?" The chief sat down again, wrapped his fur cloak around him, as if he was afraid of the cold, and ordered Otok .
"Yes." Ottok stood up and left the tent.
"You should also prepare for battle. The ancient fable goes well. When negotiating with wolves, you must bring your bow and arrows." The chief turned to the nobles in the tent. Although they were cowardly and despicable, the chief's rule must Depend on the nobles.
"Don't worry." The nobles were eager to try, and they became more and more dissatisfied with the Vikings, because the more heroic and fearless the Vikings were on the battlefield, the more they appeared to be incompetent and cowardly.
"Very good, after seizing the land, I will give it all to you." The chief showed a satisfied smile, raised the wine glass in his hand, and promised the nobles.
"Oh oh oh." This promise excited the greedy nobles. Their heirs needed new land enfeoffments, and the current land could not satisfy this.
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