In the dark night, a biting cold wind hit. Ships took advantage of the cover of darkness to sail in the vast sea, and the ships were full of strong European men, dressed in uniform clothes, holding sharp weapons in their hands, and placing wooden shields beside them, and they sat resolutely on the sides of the hull, and their eyes invariably looked at the figure standing at the bow of the ship.

The ship had been in the sea for several hours and finally approached land. When the big ship docked, everyone's movements were as slow as possible, and they disembarked quickly and silently, neatly arranged in two phalanxes.

Soon, everyone arrived, and the man standing at the front raised his arm and waved a few gestures, and with his movements, dozens of men in the group crossed the crowd and ran in all directions.

"Let's go wake up these lazy people from their dreams!"

Seeing the figure disappearing into the darkness, the corners of the man's mouth curled slightly, and a smile flashed on his face. He said to the warriors behind him, jokingly, and then raised his arms again in a commanding motion. With his movements, the phalanx behind him immediately moved, and the strong men behind him carried long swords and short axes in their hands, holding wooden shields in their hands, and touched towards the dark buildings in the distance.

The dozens of people who rushed out of the ground were divided into groups of four or five, and they moved very lightly while running, and their steps were raised as high as possible to avoid making a friction sound in contact with the sand on the ground. As they ran, they hid their bodies from time to time and looked around, and when they saw a sentry standing guard, they would quietly touch it, trying to kill them with one blow without the other party noticing.

And the large troops behind did not need to hide their bodies at all under such a sweep, and they rushed straight towards the target with murderous vigour.

Tonight, Lord Vincent tossed and turned for some unknown reason, and his heart was so annoyed that he didn't even have the heart to do his favorite activity of rolling animal skins. Looking at the sleeping maid beside him, he couldn't help but feel a nameless fire in his heart.

He didn't know where his frustration came from, he hadn't been in this situation for a long time since he had heard that his old rival Rolf had been killed by a sixteen-year-old trash boy.

He kept ruling out one possibility after another in his mind, and finally decided that there was nothing to worry about, and he really couldn't understand why this was happening for no reason.

He seemed to control himself to see if he could suppress the annoyance and anger in his heart, but no matter what he did, he couldn't do it, and finally he could only get up, pick up the oat wine on the table, and take a big gulp. He needed alcohol now to numb his nerves so he could sleep peacefully, and he hoped that tomorrow he would wake up and everything would be back to normal.

Just when Vincent was completely drunk and lay asleep in bed, Evan led two teams of Blizzard and Blizzard Bear tribal warriors, and on the twentieth day after training, they arrived with a strong killing intent and hatred, ready to give him a big gift for a sneak attack.

Today's target is Lord Vincent, Count Rolf's old enemy, and Evan is not kind enough to avenge Rolf, and he has carefully studied today's action.

Evan's current population and combat power are still too small, although he can barely be regarded as a medium-sized tribe, but his conditions can only be regarded as a rubbing edge with medium-sized tribes. According to the division of Viking territory, the tribes were divided into four types: large, medium, small and super large.

The population of small tribes is between 1,000 and 3,000, the medium is 5,000 to 10,000, the large is 10,000 to 30,000, and the super-large is the so-called king, and the population can be imagined.

The Vikings had many tribes and lived in poverty, both men and women worked hard and hunted for their lives since childhood, so the Vikings on the Navian Peninsula were basically very good warriors, and they could go to the battlefield to kill the enemy during the war.

So now Evan has a population of 5,000, which can only be said to have just crossed the threshold of a medium-sized tribe, and he is now in urgent need of more population and more combat power.

Because he knew that more dangers would come in the near future, and if he didn't have enough combat power and didn't want to compromise, then there would be only bloodshed and death. He doesn't want his fate to be in the hands of others again, he wants to fight, he wants not to be threatened by others, he doesn't want to linger under the snort of others.

Since he wants to live his own life, he can control himself, and in this barbaric and bloody era, he can only grow stronger, so that others can scruple and dare not fight his idea at will, and only a big fist can make others afraid.

Evan wasn't just thinking about it, he had already been to sea twice, and he believed that soon powerful neighbors would come out to coerce and lure him. In the face of wealth and power, all morality and speech will pale and weak.

This is also the reason why he pulled the whole clan out for training in the winter, he believed that there would be guests in the spring at the latest, but he couldn't know whether the guests brought gifts or butcher knives.

So what he must do now is to make himself grow as soon as possible, but how can he develop and grow as quickly as possible? Only annexation! But so many tribes, so many large and small chiefs, it is not possible to annex at will, if innocently annexed or too much, then the king will intervene or directly send troops to recruit them.

Therefore, after thinking about it, only Lord Vincent was easy to do, because the surrounding neighbors knew that the two tribes had always been at odds, and even if they were annexed, everyone would not be surprised.

Evan's plan was to annex another tribe after annexing Vincent, so that before everyone could react, his population would exceed 10,000. In this way, even if someone wants to threaten, they must weigh their own losses, which is why this sneak attack tonight is coming.

Seeing that they were getting closer and closer to their destination, the warriors behind them began to run wildly, rushing towards the various wooden houses. As the soldiers entered, the people who were still asleep were horrified to find that they had become prisoners one by one.

Evan was followed by thirty or forty men, who strode toward the hall of Vincent's tribe, including the Ores.

Recently, the whole tribe is like a huge machine running at high speed, so that the time of the five brothers together is getting less and less, everyone has their own things to be busy, today just came out with Evan, Ole and the others were reluctant to leave, and followed closely.

As soon as they reached the door, the guards inside heard the noise outside, just opened the door and rushed out, just happened to meet Evan and them, and a skirmish broke out in an instant.

Evan raised his sword and slashed at an oncoming middle-aged guard, who was not yet fully conscious, instinctively raised his wooden shield to block it. There was a "click" sound, and there was a sound of a long sword hitting a wooden shield.

The guard, who was also a perennial fighter, raised his sword and stabbed Evan in the abdomen as soon as he blocked the attack. Seeing the long sword attacking with cold light, Evan dodged backwards, and the shield in his hand also blocked the attack.

He quickly stepped forward and slashed a sword at the guard's upper body, and the guard wanted to dodge, but Evan suddenly approached quickly, raised the wooden shield and slammed it at the guard's chin, and suddenly blood mixed with white teeth gushed out, splashing far away.

Just after this heavy blow, the long sword in Evan's hand slashed into the opponent's neck, and bright red blood spilled down like a fountain, dazzling and dazzling, with heavy blood. The guard stared at the guards and slowly fell, their eyes filled with fear and disbelief until death.

Soon, a dozen or so guards fell in front of the wolf-like warriors, and Evan strode his feet wide and stepped over the corpses on the ground towards the hall.

There was no decent resistance along the way, and when they reached the backyard with torches, Lord Vincent's maids and his wives and concubines were already in the wooden houses under the control of the soldiers who had entered in advance, and they looked at the strange uninvited guests with wide eyes and horror.

"Second brother, go take a look! Vincent, that guy hasn't woken up from his sleep yet? ”

Evan glanced through the crowd and didn't see the great Earl Vincent, and just as he was about to ask, Sam leaned over to him and laughed loudly at him.