Orlan decided that before the summer passed, Marcus had only two ends, either dead or surrendered.

"Now I'm giving you a chance, one to go back and one to stay. You are so badly wounded that people think that you have escaped from desperate fighting, and the person who goes back helps me gather information, and if you dare to betray, I will put back the person who stayed behind, and testify against the betrayer. ”

Both prisoners wanted to go back, and Orlan didn't care who went back, so let Ladd decide, and let the two go down to heal first.

Then Orlan told Ladd, "You go and deal with it, and tell the person who goes back to do a good job, and I will give him an identity in the future and stay in our territory." ”

Ladd knew that he had finally concealed Oran, said hello, turned his back to Orlan and left, and was about to smile when he heard Oran's cold warning voice,

"Every time you get nervous or lie, your body sweats, and your whole face feels like you've just been rained. Next time, fix this problem, and lie to me again!"

"Your Excellency!" Ladd immediately turned around and half-knelt.

"Get out of here."

"Yes, yes, I'll go right away."

Either let your subordinates respect you, or let your subordinates fear you.

Orlan exempted Rad from taxes, but he pierced his mind and made him both respectful and afraid.

A little silver coin Orlan can't look down on, as long as Ladd is honest, he can not let him pay it, but he can't deceive himself, this is a mockery of the lord.

At this time, Nanding and Oran were left, and after Oran woke up from a coma, he heard from the mouth and ears of the housekeeper Nanamp that his cousin had also come a few times at that time, but every time Nanding led people with a sword to guard, so there was no major disaster.

As soon as the anger passed, Oran got up, pressed Nanding's shoulder so that he didn't have to get up, and filled his silver cup with a glass of ale, and poured himself a full one, and clashed glasses with Nanding.

Oran's rare drinking, spicy and sweet ale enters the stomach, turns into a flame that burns, and finally enters the bloodstream.

His eyes were red, and his body began to heat up.

"I'm sure in County Durham no one can beat you but Kunsan."

"Fight again, can you beat him - Marcus Minogue?"

Oran's eyes wanted to be sure, but Nanding only said, "Even if I lose, I will make him pay a terrible price." ”

This is still almost, Oran understood, he looked at Nanding and said, "You and I are like brothers, protect me from danger, I want to give an explanation to the dead soldiers, so I must be angry just now, and the marriage contract will come soon."

You have to go with me, and after dealing with it, it will be our turn to go hunting in Dasf's sheep farm, and I want them to repay ten times the loss this time!"

Touch!

The glasses collided again, and the night Olan became more and more sober as he drank.

……

At the same time, Marcus, who was on the border, was teaching his soldiers a hard lesson.

His original plan was to grab two to get through this summer.

But the first time he struck, his luck was so good that he touched the barn where Baron Gazi stored winter wheat, and he injured three people, but pulled back dozens of carts of wheat and seven pieces of armor.

The second time, Gazi was already on guard, but Marcus found that close to Gazi's territory, "there was a village" that was completely undefended, as if he didn't know that their Baron Ghazi had been robbed, and when he approached for a "friendly exchange", he was able to strike again.

"If a person often takes risks to gain profits, he will be so caught up in it that he can no longer endure the peaceful harvest."

What his father said, Marcus always remembered, there are two in one, and there can be no more three.

If he just stopped, this summer, the Vikings would not come, and they would be able to live together, but when he stopped, the veterans under him were blinded by interests, and they also took advantage of the convenience of patrolling the border to work privately.

As a result, they ran into a heavy infantry team, and if they hadn't received the news that they had brought someone to chase down the soldiers who were working privately, they would have come to the aid of the enemy who was chasing and killing their own soldiers.

At least eighty percent of the soldiers in that entire outpost will die!

But even if Marcus held back the troops, he still couldn't wipe them all out.

In the darkness of the night, he met a powerful knight with great strength and strong body, and when the knight's sword was swung, there was a hidden wind blowing by the sword.

It was a narrow victory!

Marcus heard the enemy soldiers and called the leader "Lord Nanding".

Marcus got it - this man was Orlan's strongest knight.

After this battle.

Of all the enemies he had fought or seen, Marcus ranked himself fifth and Nanding sixth.

And the first is the king of Ragnar, the apex of the North Sea, the existence of countless people who have heard the wind and are also the enemy who killed his father.

Half of the Vikings had blood on their veins, but Marcus didn't have much affection for the Vikings.

Her father saved her mother and gave her a stable life.

But in my childhood memories, I rarely saw my mother smile, and my mother, who had lost the ability to fight, often looked to the east, which was the hometown of the Vikings.

"Kid, I'm going to see them."

"Mother, who are they?"

"Great warriors, prophets, kings, holy warriors."

"Don't go, Mother!"

"I should have left, that's where I belong."

On that day, my father was reporting to the lord at the castle, and my mother was changing into a Viking shield maiden costume and kissing herself one last time before leaving.

Then he looked into the distance and said, "Lord God Odin, your servant is coming to 'Valhalla.' ”

Valhalla!

I heard the last words of my mother.

Mother headed towards the Viking settlement to the north, until the sound of the horses' hooves died down completely.

That year, Ragnar, the wolf in his father's mouth, swept the north with his men, and even the Picts were attacked.

Mother went to join them.

When the news of my mother was returned, it was a knight from the north who knew my father, who visited and told him,

"The Father is above, bless us. The Vikings were unevenly divided, there was a civil war among the chiefs, and when we arrived, there were one hundred and fifteen corpses, and your wife was one of them. ”

Both of his parents died directly or indirectly at the hands of the Vikings, and this hatred will never be forgotten even when his grandson can hold a sword.

Blood feud still needs blood!

......

The night was not quiet tonight, and on the outskirts of the outpost, Marcus let the uninjured soldiers all stand, and then took matters into his own hands and hoisted them up.

Hands are forced behind their backs and their necks are tightened, a position that can be painful for only a few minutes.

You may even be afraid of stepping on the stool under your feet, which has great mental pressure.

"I've already told you, now that so many soldiers have died, how can you explain to the castle?"

"Also, we killed Orlan's men, and now Durham County is full of fucking White Eagle Banners, and if he starts a war, you can resist?"

"!"

Marcus cursed three times in one step, and walked back to the inner room of the outpost to see his badly injured men.

But he is not a doctor, he does not know any bloodletting therapy, and at most he can help recite two holy words.

There is a doctor in his border estate who can treat and is helping to see a doctor at the moment.

Contemporary medical methods are backward and the treatment is brutal.

Toothache?

Pull it out directly.

Headache?

Hit it twice more with a stick.

Cold?

Then put two liters of blood.

Marcus's subordinate has a 50% chance of succeeding in his treatment, which is already a remarkable number.

Hence the call "trained doctor".