"Let's go!"

I don't care about the back, let's go for it!

With a wave of my hand, I rushed to the river, and Hans followed closely to my left and right, helping me to cut down the enemies that came up, and the soldiers carrying Jensen on their backs gradually fell behind, and in the blink of an eye they disappeared into the mass of figures, never to be found again.

Kicking a chunk of wood into the water, Hans turned and stood still, tearing off the broken rings of chain mail, revealing the bulging soft leather armor inside:

"My lord, you go first, I'm here to block it, so that this group of enemies who have never seen the world can also taste the power of fire oil!"

As he spoke, Hans put his hand into his clothes and pulled out three canisters of fire oil tied together with ropes: "Keep it in your arms for self-defense, just to serve these turtle grandchildren!" ”

Hans said as he hung the oil canister around his neck, took out the sponge he had brought with him, tore off the corpse's clothes to make a ball, and tied it to the broken spear tip to make a torch, his gnashing of teeth, like a terrorist preparing for a suicide attack, resolutely determined to die, frightened several enemies around him to retreat, half frightened and half confused, watching him tinker with the mysterious thing in his hand.

At the same time, I carried the log down to the river, and the deeper I went, the more rapid the water became, and gradually became cold and biting, and the soft sand made people unable to reach the bottom, and my heart was empty and worried.

Hans breathed a sigh of relief when he saw me walking away, beckoned his soldiers to find something to cross the river, threw the canister of fire oil at the densest spot of the enemy, lit the torch on the tip of the spear, and threw it violently!

Already in the middle of the river, I could barely control my staggered body washed by the current, and watched with anticrisy at the slowly falling oil canister over the enemy's head, and the spear that pierced straight at it, the flames swaying in the wind, like the mood of the moment when it was bright and extinguished, tangled and stubbornly burning.

"Smack!"

The canister fell in the crowd and shattered, and the black-green grease inside splashed on many people, and the unknown enemy, thinking that it was some evil wizard's poison, hurriedly reached out to wipe it off, but it turned out to wipe it all over the place.

The spear grazed the scalp of the enemy and plunged into the dirt in the distance, and was extinguished by the river of blood that gathered on the ground, and a wisp of green smoke came out faintly.

"Damn, I missed it!"

I was so angry that I jumped straight to my feet in the river, almost let go of the driftwood I was holding and choked on the water, Hans cursed in annoyance, and hurriedly plunged into the river and swam desperately in the middle, behind me were the enemies who had not yet come back to their senses and looked at each other, and the whole scene was terrifying and weird.

Just as all of our landlubbers were scurrying down the water to the opposite shore, an arrow slashed across the sky overhead, hitting the enemy who had waded into the river to pursue us, and then more arrows fell densely down, one of which was burning with flames and fell first where the oil had overturned.

The enemy, who was spread by the tongue of fire, was still a little puzzled when he touched the flames that jumped on his body, and then the pain in his heart made him let out a terrible scream, and he fell to the ground and rolled, and the fire jumped on the corners of everyone's clothes like life, and after a moment it bloomed into a hideous face, devouring the vitality of flesh and blood.

"It's bulls, they're them!"

Seeing the soldiers on the other side of the river and behind the enemy, the burly body of the bull was particularly eye-catching, Kohler jumped down from the invisible tree, took out the arrow hanging from his waist with his backhand, locked on the enemy and fired it quickly, the whole process was done in one go without any drag, and the most terrifying thing was that it also had a terrible hit rate, the enemy fell silently, and the Normandy heavy infantry had to re-raise their shields to cover the retreat of their comrades.

"Go back, go back!"

I held the driftwood and fluttered vigorously, trying to swim back to the shore, but the strong current was rushing farther and farther from the shore, and my choking brain was blank, barely keeping afloat, and a few good water cavalry swam over, pulling forward and pushing me out of the deep water, and my consciousness became more blurred, and finally after pouring a large mouthful of dirty water, my eyes went black and I passed out.

It's been a long time since I've had such a comfortable and stress-free sleep, and at the moment I feel like I'm falling into a sea of cotton, burying my tired body softly, letting the white wrap, relaxing every muscle that has been tight for too long and is about to rust to death, if possible, I really wish I could sleep like this all the time, the grievances and grievances of the Middle Ages are too tiring.

"Wake up, my lord!"

Someone was calling me, the voice sounding familiar, and I struggled to squeeze a slit out of my eyes only to see Kohler's face refracted by the droplets of water from his eyelashes.

It turned out to be him......

I said to myself, and then suddenly remembered something, quickly sat up and wiped the corners of my mouth, and after making sure that no one had given me artificial respiration, I patted my chest with confidence, and the left and right were all concerned about my cronies, Bull, Hans, Rollo, everyone was colored to varying degrees.

Before I could ask, Kohler pointed to Duke Richard, who was tied up behind him and was still untamed and struggling, and teased: "Another roasted lamb is almost stupid at the sight of the flames of the explosion of the fire oil, and the bull rushed to the front without coming to his senses, and all his guards evaporated into the air, and Normandy was defeated, and none of them ran away." ”

"You've lost!"

I tore off the weeds from my wet hair, squinted my eyes and looked at my booty, and sat down across from the Duke of Normandy, where I could finally speak to him on an equal footing, and I felt relieved, and after thinking about it, I decided to be polite in my words:

"It's a wonderful thing to win, you were sure to win, but God chose me in the end."

"Maybe!"

Duke Charles nodded lightly, he no longer had the depressed appearance he had just been defeated, his usual swaggering appearance returned to his face, his eyebrows and eyes naturally raised upward, leaving only the other party with the right to look up at his nostrils, as if he owed him money, so that for a while I couldn't tell who was the captive, and I was a little embarrassed to fidget.

He casually glanced at the bull holding his arm, and the majesty in his eyes made the latter reflexively let go of his hand and flash to the side, he elegantly adjusted the armor on his body, sat down face to face with me, and said in a calm but-for-tat tone:

"But your army has also been crippled, and there are few elites left, and if you face the enemy's attack again, you don't even have the strength to defend yourself, and the tragedy of Nijmegen may repeat itself."

"Just kill you, and it's all over."

I untied the uncomfortable sword from my waist, handed it to Rollo, who was standing on the side, and clenched my fists and said to him, "Your vassals are either killed or captured, as long as I kill you, Normandy will immediately fall into a leaderless situation, and become a lamb to be slaughtered, even if there is a fight, it will not be able to stop the bite of thousands of jackals around me, maybe Nijmegen can also get a piece of the pie." ”

Duke Charles shrugged his shoulders noncommittally, crossed his legs as if he had nothing to do with him, pointed to the water bladder hanging from the waist of the attendant, tilted his head and asked me, "Can you give me a drink?" I guess the generous victor won't hesitate to show off his chivalrous demeanor, right? ”

"The fire just now made me almost scorched, and the legendary dragon's breath is nothing more than that, to be honest, your thing really scared me, the deafening explosion was like the wrath of Thor, and it burned dozens of people into black charcoal in an instant, God really favors you, this secret weapon will definitely be invincible all over the world."

"Maybe it's just that stupid people are stupid!"

I snorted at the little squire, and he untied the water bladder and handed it over, and Duke Richard took it and nodded in thanks, then pulled out the plug and poured it into his mouth, even though a lot of pale yellow liquor ran down the corners of his mouth and down his neck into his clothes.

"It's been a long time since I've drunk malt wine so pleasantly, and the fishy and spicy sensation spreads from the tip of my tongue to my heels, which is so comfortable."

Duke Charles licked the last drop of wine, and then wiped the corners of his mouth with satisfaction, as if he was reminiscing about the residual fragrance between his lips and teeth:

"I still remember when I was a child, my father took me across the sea to England to do business, those uncooperative islanders, the Normans who angered the eyes of the sand with shoddy quality, there were only eighty warriors on the dragon head warship, but the whole town with hundreds of soldiers was bloodied, except for the priests in the monastery, men, women and children all paid the price for their deception, and the corpses were piled up higher than the spire of the church."

"It was the first time I killed someone, and it was also the first time I drank alcohol in my life, and the water bladder hanging on my opponent's body aroused my curiosity, which was full of inferior malt wine from the countryside, and the bottom was even covered with unfiltered wheat bran and slag, and the sour taste was hard to swallow, and when I was about to vomit it, my father told me that I had to drink it, because this is the taste of war and blood that men have to experience, which is mixed with the difficulties of stumbling in life, and the sour pain of losing comrades and relatives, but I am too young, Some don't understand the deep meaning of the words. ”

"It wasn't until later that my father also fell under the enemy's steel sword, smiling and dying like a Viking hero, and getting the glory he deserved, that I understood what sourness was, the feeling of holding in my heart and wanting to get out, but desperately wanting to release it, poured into my heart in a steady stream, I will not cry for him, it is the fate of every Odin descendant to die, the temple of Valkyrie has never been forgotten by us, even if Christ is branded with a heavy cross for us, every newborn still has the cold blood of Northern Europe flowing in his bones."

I took the water bladder from his hand, pinched the soft and collapsed skin and groaned for a long time, until I kneaded the carefully crafted edges of the cooked cowhide and crumpled them together, and only then did I taste some taste like a world away from me in the uneven sound of breathing.

Through the Middle Ages for so long, although he has experienced large and small wars, and thinks that he has gone through countless bullets, he has never experienced as deeply as Duke Richard, and he faces the fate of not knowing when it will come every day, and when he lies in bed, he is glad that he has lived a peaceful day.

Maybe I don't have a loved one I can't let go, or when people are still young and desperately trying to survive, I am still too lazy to get up in class on the bed in the dormitory, or I have no heart and lungs, and I will never have a sense of hypocrisy, so I can clean up and devote myself to one life-and-death duel after another without worry.

Thinking of this, a beautiful figure gradually appeared in front of my eyes, she always lingered in my dreams, vague and elegant, but I could never see the face, only the ugly scabbed back to myself, and I knew who she was.

(End of chapter)