Bah! Dregs! Evan flashed from behind him, reaching out and pulling out the three-edged thorn in the back of his heart, letting the blood gush out of the small hole. He casually picked up the corner of the other party's clothes and wiped the blood stains on it, spat at the dead subordinates, and cursed in a low voice.

He raised his head and looked at the children in the corner, these children were not grateful for saving their mother, but their faces were angry, and there was only hatred in their eyes, which made people know at a glance that this hatred would be planted in their hearts for a lifetime.

Evan looked at them, his heart was cold, he had told himself to nip all danger in the bud, he glanced at the guards behind him, turned and walked out of the bedroom, Sam followed closely behind, Ole and Liv and they also stayed.

As soon as the two of them walked out of the door, they heard a burst of tender screams from the bedroom just now, the screams sounded suddenly, disappeared quickly, and after a few seconds everything was quiet again. If it weren't for the pungent smell of blood, no one would have thought that there was a tragedy that had just ended.

Evan took a deep breath, his steps becoming firm and steady, and he disappeared around the corner.

In the early morning, there was a sudden sound of shocking footsteps in the calm land, and groups of well-armed soldiers lined up in a neat line, murderously walking along the dirt road that had been carved out haphazardly. Ahead of the way were rows of cavalrymen armed to the teeth, their armor reflecting a blinding cold glow in the early morning sun.

In the middle of the procession, a slightly immature young man, riding on a snow-white horse without a single variegated head, was dressed in armor made of gold, and the scabbard hanging from his waist was inlaid with colorful gemstones, which looked very luxurious.

Yesterday, Aite was ordered to lead an army on his own for the first time in his life. It was the first time he had held his head up in front of so many people, and he felt that he was the real himself at that time. After living in the shadow of his father for so many years, he hardly has any sense of existence.

Last night he was so excited that he didn't sleep all night, and got up early in his fidgeting to get ready for the go. He deliberately put on the armor that his grandfather gave him, this armor witnessed the memory of his grandfather's galloping on the battlefield, especially the sword, which killed countless strong enemies, so that he has a peaceful life now.

He was neatly dressed, straightening his spine like a military god, and as he walked along, the sound of the friction between the armor was in his ears, like a sonorous morning song played in the dawn of winter.

In the presence of his father, the high priest, and his people, he led five thousand warriors out of the gate in a neat stride, and pounced on the abominable group of heretics, who were absolutely confident that they would kill the group of five hundred men in one fell swoop, and he even thought of capturing alive the leader among them, bringing him back to the town and bringing him to the main hall, where he would burn him in front of everyone.

If that were the case, it would be a great feeling, and everyone would know that he was not only the only son of King Emond, but that he was a good soldier and heir, and that he could fight with his soldiers, and he liked it and was eager to prove himself. He didn't want to be like his father, King Aemond, who had never left the place where a woman peed in his life!

He sat on his horse, his heart had already flown into the distance, to the scene of the upcoming battle, and he now wished to put on his two wings and reach the battlefield immediately, but the infantry around him greatly limited the speed of their advance, so he sat on the white horse and kept urging loudly, and from time to time he whipped the slower old and weak.

Time slipped away slowly during the march, and in the blink of an eye, it was noon. Getting closer and closer to his destination, Aite sped up with excitement and jumped to the front of the line.

At this moment, the sound of horses' hooves suddenly came to mind, and it was running in their direction, and then a fast horse carrying a soldier appeared in sight, and it turned out to be the sentinel of the team who had returned.

"Your Royal Highness! Your Royal Highness! The sentry who appeared in sight shouted loudly from a long distance.

Aite immediately felt the urge to kill, and you said that you shouted so loudly, didn't you remind the enemy that we had arrived? But he thought about it, he had ten times the enemy's troops, and there was nothing to expose or not to expose, so he just set up a formation to kill, and killed as much as he wanted.

"Wang ...... Your Highness! Prince...... Your Highness! Ahead...... There are no enemies...... I didn't see a big ship either! As soon as he got closer, the sentry rolled over and dismounted, fell to one knee, panting and stammering as he reported the reconnaissance to Aite.

"Huh? No? Do you know what you're talking about? Hearing the sentry's report, Aite hesitated for a moment, then roared loudly at the sentry kneeling on the ground.

"Your Royal Highness! Really nothing, nothing? We've searched all the neighborhood, but there's nothing else to do. The sentry heard Aite's roar and hurriedly replied in horror.

"Corpses? They're dead? Who is it? You tell me who killed my prey first? Hearing the corpses all over the ground, Aite's anger exploded completely, his eyes were red and he shouted at the sentry, the long sword in his hand had already been drawn, and he kept waving it in the air.

Can he not get angry and get angry? Since last night, his mind has imagined countless possibilities. Defeat that small group of infidels, capture their leader, and proudly lead the team back with pride......

Now someone tells someone that they're all dead? All the perfect rituals of return he imagined were ruined? It's like a hungry person in a dream, seeing countless gourmet barbecues and wines, and just about to rush to feast on them, but disappear, leaving only the walls of the house and the empty wooden table, which is maddening and maddening.

"Yes! The beach was full of corpses, but all the corpses of the soldiers who had come out with the general yesterday, and not a single body of the infidels had been seen. "See the prince on the verge of madness! The sentry shuddered and told the whole story of what he had detected.

"You idiot!" Hearing this, Aite raised his arm at the sentry who was kneeling and trembling in front of him, and whipped it down fiercely, the leather whip hit the sentry's back, making a crisp sound, and then the pain hit, and before the sentry could come to his senses, Aite cursed, and drove quickly into the distance.

The sea is still blue, and the winter breeze on the shore blows coolly in the bones. Aite rushed to the beach and saw that there was not even a single black spot on the endless sea, not to mention the battleships, and then turned his head to look at the beach, and one by one he was stripped of all but the corpses of cloth clothes, which were stacked on the shore in different shapes, at the intrusion of the sea breeze and the lapping of the waves.

Now! Aite felt full of enthusiasm and anger nowhere to vent, the whole person seemed to be as uncomfortable as an explosion, he wanted to vent, he wanted to kill, but he couldn't kill, it was difficult to kill his own soldiers? That's impossible, the main thing is that he hasn't killed anyone, he's not stained with blood.

"You abominable heretics, you shameful northerners, you are all cowards, you are all cowards! You wait for me, wait for ......! "There is nowhere to vent the anger in my heart! At this time, Aite could only ride on a horse, whipping and shouting at the air with a leather whip in his hand, facing the sky like a spoiled child, roaring loudly and venting his dissatisfaction.

While Aite was trying to vent his anger, Evan had already led his men to set sail in the direction of home when the first rays of sunlight appeared on the surface of the sea in the morning.

After yesterday's battle, he guessed that there would be a crazy revenge today, and no one would sacrifice a thousand soldiers in vain and not let a single fart go, let alone the kings who stood on the British Peninsula today. From the way the soldiers were dressed yesterday, it could be seen that the forces behind them were quite rich and powerful, so Evan could guess from this that the one standing behind them must be one of the seven kings.

Unfortunately, he didn't learn English well, and he couldn't find an interpreter, so he didn't know which king was behind them, or which side of the British Peninsula he was having.

What's even more hateful is that he has too few subordinates, and it's okay to use stratagery to kill the opponent's thousand-man team, but he believes that the enemy who came to take revenge today is definitely not as simple as one or two thousand-man team, so he wisely chose to retreat, which can also be said to be an escape.

He believed that the next time he came, he would be able to bring back more men and ships, and more slaves and treasures. His mind was now full of thinking about how to get more people, more soldiers, to achieve his goals.

Their harvest was very rich this time, not only a large amount of grain, cattle and sheep, but also a huge amount of gold, silver, copper, and iron, and of course, in the last operation, the tribesmen brought back a large number of slaves according to his request, which they could bring back to sell, and they could also cultivate their fields, feed their livestock, and help them make clothes and armor, so that more warriors could follow him boldly and without being distracted by the tedious things at home.

The slaves were strong men and women, and of course there were many children in between, and they were kept separately, and of course the women were in his boat.

Although he once again reminded everyone not to abuse women before boarding the ship, he still couldn't rest assured that these vulnerable women and wolves would wander in the sea for six or seven days, and God knew how many women would die in these six or seven days.

So he simply put all the women on his boat, but fortunately his ship was the largest, and it was not too crowded to fit more than 100 women.