After a two-day trek, the British Isles are just around the corner.

"Ah, the Thames, it's just ahead." Berialiu spread out his map, pointed to the delta of the river in front of him, and said to Luga: "This is where we landed. ”

"Let's hope it's good enough!" Luga said, turning back to the herald and saying, "Inform the ships that it's time for us to hit the road." ”

Looking up, Luga saw several fishing boats of various sizes not far away trying to get closer to the shore, and it seemed that such a large fleet was indeed caught off guard by the fishermen here.

"In doing so, they will probably let the barbarians in the city know." Luga said to Berialius, "Then you have to speed up, because as soon as they return, the Gruan-Saxons will surely send troops to drive us away." I have only 5,000 men at hand, and you must hurry up, or I will be driven into the sea by the time comes, and I will trouble you!" ”

At Berialiu's nod of promise, the vanguard had already landed, the small warships landed first, and hundreds of heavily armed soldiers jumped from the warships, having learned the lesson of the ancient city of Syra, and quickly dispersed with their shields, and expanded into a makeshift line outside the beachhead, staring alertly.

"I'm afraid it will take some time for the Saxons to react, and this time is left for us to form a defensive line." Luga said, took Andrew off the warship, sat on the small boats hanging on both sides of the warship, and landed on the shore with the small boat, with his feet on the ground, and the cold wind brought by autumn couldn't help but make Luga shiver.

The landed soldiers were preparing to set up camp in full swing using the tools they had brought down from the ship.

"We need food." Luga said to Andrew, "This time card is just right, you should know what I mean." ”

"There should be ripe wheat fields around here." Andrew replied to Luga, and a sly smile spread across Andrew's face.

The two men seemed to have reached an agreement, and of course, such a question made Luga feel impatient, and he ordered five hundred soldiers and pulled the reassembled carriage on the road.

News of the invasion always spreads quickly, and by the time of Luga's arrival, there was not a single figure in the fields except for the wheat waiting to be harvested.

"The boys who fished always ran a lot faster than we thought." Luga's tone was slightly sarcastic, and he was wielding a huge scythe that had been prepared in advance, the speed at which the wheat was harvested was always satisfactory to him. Raising the huge scythe with both hands, Luga felt like a grim reaper, and he swung it vigorously, and soon, all the rows of wheat in front of him fell, which made the soldiers in charge of cleaning up behind him busy.

"Wheat stalks are used to fight horses, wheat is crushed to make bread, and it seems that we still need stone grinding, which is all a blessing." As he did so, Luga watched as the soldiers stuffed the wagons with straw one by one, and it was a good harvest, and they were able to eat a full meal in the evening, and each soldier had a happy smile on his face.

Andrew, on the other hand, was on guard with fifty men, after all, no one was sure when the Saxons would suddenly attack, and if Luga was caught off guard, it would be troublesome.

"Luga! Luga! ”

When he was in full swing, he only heard Andrew's shout, Luga got up and looked, only to see Andrew rushing all the way with a spear, and he said to Luga out of breath: "Sa, Saxons, Saxon cavalry, are coming here!" ”

As soon as he heard the Saxon cavalry, Luga was not calm, he hurriedly put down the scythe in his hand and asked Andrew, "How many of them are there?" ”

"A dozen, coming along the main road." Andrew stroked his chest and breathed a few long breaths of relief, and it seemed that he was almost recovered.

"Andrew," Luga didn't know what to say, he crossed his waist, his face was full of displeasure, he lectured Andrew, "You know I'm very busy now, and time is running out, seeing you in such a hurry I thought it was the Saxon army coming, a dozen cavalry, which scared you?" I've given you fifty men, quick, quick, right away, fifty men to pack up for them, fifty horses, this is no joke, how long will this be eaten! ”

"But, but!" Andrew continued: "Their leader came to us on his own initiative, and then asked me to come to you, saying that he wanted to negotiate!" ”

"Negotiations?"

For the Saxons, this approach did make Luga feel a little curious, negotiation, the barbarians knew about Luga's existence and did not gather troops first but came to negotiate?

"Where did this come from?" Lu Jia asked, after all, there were only a dozen people on the other side, and before he knew it, his courage grew. beckoning the soldiers to speed up the harvest, he led Andrew to find out.

After walking some distance, there was a gentle slope, where Roman soldiers stood on guard, holding iron swords unsheathed, and waiting with their backs to Luga.

"This is it." Andrew said to Luga.

Pushing away the soldiers standing in front of him, Luga finally saw the legendary Saxons who had come to negotiate.

He was in his thirties, had a long beard, and had to tie a pigtail with a leather rope a few centimeters above his chin. As a soldier, he wore chain mail woven with iron wire, a cowhide helmet, and only the part of the Heavenly Spirit Gai was made of iron. A savage through and through, at least in the hearts of the Romans, but he was so tall that he was half a head above Luga, so that Luga had to look up at him slightly.

"You're the leader of the Romans?" Without any etiquette of meeting, this Saxon asked Lugar directly.

"So what, what if it wasn't?" A sneer appeared at the corner of Luga's mouth, and in the face of this Saxon who was half a head taller than him, he did not have the slightest fear, but crossed his hands on his hips and made a fearless appearance.

"You haven't told me your name yet? Barbarian, otherwise I don't even know who my opponent is, or even say, I don't know who I'm going to kill, it's sad, isn't it. Luga's language towards the guy in front of him didn't have any respect, after all, they were about to kill each other.

"You are rude, Roman." The brown eyes of the Saxon at the head were staring at Luga, he was suppressing his anger, and he only heard him say slowly: "Could it be that so many years of war have made you lose the hypocritical upbringing that a so-called civilized person should have, or have you been reduced to the point where you are about to abandon that hypocritical existence?" ”

"My respect and propriety are in the spear and the Spada sword, not in the polite language." Luga laughed wickedly, and he continued, "Say, your name. ”

"Kelly." The Saxon introduced himself: "Kelly. Sean, champion warrior, get to know me, you'll know a lot about me. ”

"Oh yes, Kelly, it's powerful to hear your name, I don't know what it means just to be powerful?" Luga shrugged his shoulders and asked Kelly with a very helpless expression: "Okay, self-introduction time is over, is there anything else, if not, please leave, don't hinder me from harvesting wheat!" ”

"Listen, Romans!" Kelly was impatient by Luga's rudeness, he stretched out his hand and pointed at Luga, and said viciously: "I know why you came, enough, harvest the wheat here, and then go back to your hometown, I don't want you to lose too ugly......"

"Please!" Luga interrupted Kelly with a single word, and before Kelly could say anything, Luga had already turned back to the field and continued to harvest the wheat. Next Kelly faced Andrew, who was also in a fierce mask, and it seemed that the strong man didn't mean to speak.

"You'll regret it." Kelly gritted his teeth, turned sharply and mounted his horse, and turned away with his cavalry.