In the wee hours of the morning, the moonlight shines in the night sky here, and there is no sound around.

On the banks of the Seine, two dragon-headed battleships, one large and one small, folded their sails, and the oars on both sides slid hard, making only a slight paddling sound.

The southeast wind was blowing, and on the dragon head of the larger dragon head battleship stood a tall and strong middle-aged Viking dragon head warrior, he was wearing a nose helmet decorated with horns on both sides, wearing a full-body chain mail, a thick red fur cloak tied on his back, holding a round shield in his left hand, a long-handled Viking battle axe in his right hand, and a one-meter-long Viking war sword tied to his waist.

Behind him, the dragon-headed battleship carried about eighty Viking warriors, carrying huge round shields, battle axes, short spears, nose guards, chain mail or cotton armor, and rowing forward with a long oar in both hands.

At this time, another smaller dragon-headed battleship also approached, and a younger Viking dragon-headed warrior jumped onto the larger ship, and talked shoulder to shoulder with the leader of the larger ship, the dragon-headed warrior.

"Chief Barend, is our target this time William the mongrel army? It doesn't look like a good deal to deal with. The young dragon-headed warrior said to Barend.

"Well, Giselbert, don't worry too much, with our two dragon-headed ships and more than a hundred Viking warriors who can fight habitually, it won't be too easy to deal with this group of pampered young master soldiers." Barende patted Gyselbert on the shoulder with a pair of large hands and said.

"Leader Barend, give the order to attack, this group of young master cavalry has no experience, and they don't know how to set up campfires, and maybe they won't wake up when they die when they go in now." Giselbert clenched his fists and excitedly jumped.

"Haha, you're right, these cavalry are only a little more powerful during the day, and even if they all wake up at night, these blind cavalry can't fight our Viking warriors who are good at night fighting. Giselbert, go back and command the battle. Barende looked up and smiled, patting Giselbert on the shoulder with his right hand.

"Lord, Chief Barend." Giselbert bowed in reply, then turned and jumped back onto the smaller dragon-headed battleship.

Looking at the active Giselbert, looking forward to his performance in his heart, Barende smiled and nodded, turned around and pointed beyond the target hill camp, and ordered loudly: "All obey the order, move forward at full speed, land and assemble on standby." ”

As soon as the leader of Barend gave the order, the Viking warriors on the ship accelerated forward, and the two dragon-headed warships docked one after the other.

Barende and Giselbert leapt off the Dragonhead battleship, followed by more than a hundred Viking warriors who followed them from the ship and quickly assembled into a dense formation of small shapes.

"Prepare for battle, slow down, and move forward slowly." With a wave of his right hand, Barende whispered orders.

The Viking warriors behind Barende listened to the order, and they took out their oak shields from their backs, and with tomahawks or short guns in their hands, they moved softly towards the hill camp a kilometer and a half away.

"Driving... Drive..."

Stompe... Stompe...

Not far from the riverbank, there was the sound of horses' hooves.

Barende looked up and saw three light cavalry approaching a hundred meters in front of him, turned his head and nodded to Giselbert, took a flying axe from his waist and put it in his hand, aiming at the three cavalrymen and preparing to throw them.

"Go!"

Barende and Giselbert threw their axes at the same time, and both of them hit in an instant, and the two light cavalry fell to the ground in an instant.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack! The remaining light cavalry, who was a few paces behind, turned his horse's head and galloped for his life towards the hill camp with a loud cry of attack.

"Haha, it's been discovered, then let's attack, the soldiers light the torches and go full speed." Barende shrugged and commanded with a wave of his right hand in front of him.

Stompe... Bang bang ...

Suddenly, the Viking warriors could no longer hide their presence, and the sound of footsteps and the clash of armor and weapons rang out and spread into the distance.

Outside the gate of the hill camp, the light cavalry who shouted warning came on horseback, which immediately attracted the attention of the knight on duty at night.

Clang... Clang... Clang... Clang...

"Enemy Attack, Enemy Attack"

Suddenly, alarm bells rang from the watchtower at the camp gate, and several cavalrymen shouted loudly for the enemy attack, some rode on horseback and led people to light a bonfire outside the camp, and some went to the central camp tent to warn William.

In the central tent, William, Sir Hubert, and Osborne, the old butler, heard the alarm bell ringing, jumped up in alarm, lifted the tabernacle and ran out.

Fortunately, William had instructed his soldiers not to unload their armor tonight before resting, so the cavalry in the camp was quickly equipped, mounted on their horses and began to assemble.

At this time, Faller rode over with William's BMW "Lune", and shouted loudly: "Master William, there is a group of more than a hundred Viking pirates on the riverbank attacking the camp, please hurry up and get on your horse." ”

William took the reins and got on his horse, and commanded to Faller and Sir Hubert: "Falle, you go and gather the javelinmen and delay the enemy with mounted archery. Sir Hubert, go and assemble your fellow cavalry on the hillside, and I'm going to give those Vikings an unforgettable charge. ”

"Yes, Young Master William (Your Highness)." So saying, Faller and Hubert rode back and rallied.

"Steward Osborne, you maintain order in the camp, and you must control the levies and keep the camp from being destroyed." William turned his gaze to the old butler Osborne and said.

"Obey your orders, Master William." Osborne's butler saluted with his right hand on his chest, turned over and ran towards the baggage soldiers.

After William gave the order unhurriedly, he looked at the black shadow that shimmered with a little fire on the bank of the Seine in front of him, and a playful smile appeared on his lips.

"Haha, if the average cavalry were attacked by your group of Vikings, they would probably be helpless. My William's cavalry is different, there is no night blindness, and since the beginning of the training, they have been using cod liver oil, carrots and pork liver for vitamin A supplements, and this time I have a surprise for you. William thought to himself and couldn't help laughing.

It's a pity that William's side didn't have a dog-legged military advisor come over and ask, why are you laughing, lord.

This is the Middle Ages, not the Three Kingdoms era, the medieval aristocracy in the 11th century did not have the habit of bringing a military advisor to assist when they went to war.

Of course, it is not that the military advisor or staff officer is useless, but at least it makes little sense to William, who has no territory and a sparse army.

Now was not the time to be cranky, William retracted his distracted thoughts, turned his horse's head and galloped towards his fellow cavalrymen who were gathering on the hillside.