"First strike? Then we're not going to attack the Vikings, Your Excellency?"

Even Adesha didn't know what Oran was thinking.

"In order, between the second and third village forts is the 'Black Forest', which is the best natural barrier, as long as you build enough fortifications and traps here, the two hundred men of Nanding's side are enough to defend two or three times as many enemies.

When we built the second village fort, I contacted the "Shosaku" at Earl Castle in advance, and he would try to convince "Earl" to lead the team himself and take over the town.

And how many of Earl's men can there be now?

One hundred, two hundred, three hundred?

As long as he dares to go out of the city, if it goes well, it will not take a day for Earl and the castle to fall into our hands, and by then, more than eighty percent of the land of Jerey will be under our control, and there will be only a few village forts in the hands of the Vikings of Haman.

And our territory is already connected, why are these reckless men fighting me?"

At this point, Orlan was furious, "Haman cut off the legs of eighty men, it's good, I'll crush Ben as soon as I free his hand!"

Claidon and Nanbei are doing a detailed matter, and only a few people around Orlan know about it.

Many people secretly guessed which knight nobleman was bought?

Nine hundred men worked hard for one day, and at noon on the second day, Oran and seven hundred men changed their course.

On the same day, Earl Castle sent a team of sixty-six men, led by three knights and minions.

Enter the second village fort that night.

Before coming into the village fort, this team still had some expectations.

Ever since Orlan rebelled with the Vikings, the people who had accompanied Earl to the castle had been confined to one place.

Now travel as a victor again, with your chest straight and your breath of fresh air.

The watchtower was guarded by soldiers left behind by Oran, who were only wary of the Earl soldiers.

When I saw someone coming, I asked a few questions, and after confirming my identity, I asked my companion inside to open the door.

The main gate of the castle tower opened slowly.

The knights in the team scolded, "This group of village elders don't understand etiquette at all, and they treat nobles so rudely. ”

"Look, why is it so dilapidated?"

In the procession, a young man with a clean face and a suit of chain mail quickly walked through the lord's hall, squares, chapels, blacksmith shops and other places, which were originally the most conspicuous buildings in the village, but at this moment there was not only no one, but also a dilapidated atmosphere, and the stench could be heard everywhere.

"You!" The boy pointed to a man with a "mask" who was directing the soldiers, and asked him to come over.

"Take the mask off." Juvenile Road.

"My lord, I have a serious facial injury that will scare you."

"What do you do?"

"Lord Oran has asked me to take men to guard this place and wait for the Lord of Jeree."

"How long have you been taking this place?"

"Four days."

"Where does this stink come from?"

"Before the Vikings left, they performed a lot of blood sacrifices, they slaughtered livestock, mixed with human blood, and left terrible blood at the main entrance, window, eaves, and even the aisles of the square in every remarkable room.

It's much better now, and two days ago, when I was walking, I even stepped on my fallen eyeballs or ears. ”

The masked knight's words, the young man was disgusted, and scolded, "Damn Viking Lao, I'll let my sister ......"

cough, there is a reminder by the young man's side, and if you say too much, you will lose.

Then he said, "My lord, I have already told you not to take any chances, just let me deal with Knight Kladon Will. ”

The man had obvious scars on his face and arms, and he advised the boy.

"Danzig, you always treat me like a child, I turned thirteen years ago two days ago, and my father has been in battle three times at this age, and has led fifty men in war.

I am also baptized as an adult, I am a strong warrior, and my sword is sharper than anyone else. ”

Originally, there was nothing wrong with the previous words, but the last sentence made Danzig frown and persuade, "No matter how bright the sword is, it cannot avoid danger, and prudence, prudence, and prudence are the truth." ”

The boy is none other than Earl's son, Chucken.

And this scarred knight, Danzig, was his teacher of swordsmanship, and was a knight of "East Anglia", but in the Viking invasion, he lost a lot of wealth and was robbed by the knights of the same faith.

In a fit of rage, he killed these men and wounded the priests by mistake and was sentenced to a heavy sentence, but he did not want to be burned at the stake, so he became a wandering knight, and three years ago, he came to the county of Jeree.

He was good at swordsmanship, and Earl used him as a bodyguard and his son's teacher, and kept him on a dozen acres of land.

"My lord, let's rest first, it's getting late." Credon brought someone over and said, "I've just looked at it all, and it's not a big problem. ”

"Okay, I'm tired too, I'll talk about it tomorrow."

The wind blew that night, and then the sky thundered and rained.

After the turmoil, there were almost no people in this village fort, only the twenty-five soldiers left behind by Oran, seven craftsmen who were repairing the village fort, and twenty-two people who had not been poisoned by the defenders.

Chuken and the others suddenly appeared, and they called everyone as servants, and asked them to make fires, cook, and drink.

August is not the rainy season in Northumbria.

But the rain tonight was swift and fast, just like the previous days.

The knight Danzig stayed in the hall of the lord with Chuken, and Danzig, taking advantage of Cledon's absence, said privately, "My lord, stay on guard tonight and keep an eye at all times. ”

"What are you afraid of, there are so many of us, look at these people left behind by Orlan, short and listless."

"What Orlan said in the letter is that after the village fort was defeated, most of the people did not flee, and we need to send someone to help accept it, but if you look at this desolate and terrible picture, when it rains, it will drown out a lot of sounds, and if you sleep to death, you don't know if you have a sword on your neck."

"You say the Vikings will sneak up or Orlan these people might be doing us badly?"

Chuken was a little nervous by this, but then his stomach was bulging, and he was hungry and didn't bother to think about anything.

Soon there was a knock on the door, and a leader came in with hot soup and dry cakes.

Chuken was full of anticipation, but when he saw the man serving the food, his hair was greasy, his body smelled, fleas running on the coarse cloth, and even the black oily fingernails were still inserted into the bowl when serving the soup

"You bastard, is this for pigs?" Chuken was sick to his stomach.

As the son of an earl, he just has no appetite for this kind of food.

"My lord, all the fields in this area have been burned by the Vikings, and these precious foods have been brought by Lord Orlan as quickly as possible from Haizhen and the southern villages, you can try it, and he will eat these too."

This man, a native of Earl, had a natural sense of reverence for the people of the House of Earl, and had paid taxes to the Earl of Earl since his father.

He lowered his head and picked up a bowl of wheat porridge to please Chucken, but the mess on his body disgusted Chull.

"Get out of here!" Chuken pushed it away with one hand, and the porridge spilled out.

The leader bowed his head in fright, and at the same time felt sorry for the food, if there was no one in the house, he would kneel down and lick it one by one.

Food is so precious that it can be lived.

Chucken cursed a few times, and before blasting him out, he added, "Call that masked knight." ”

When the Masked Knight entered the lord's house, Churchen did not have a good breath and said, "I am the son of the Count, the master of this land, and now I command you, prepare clean food, and hurry up before my anger gets out of control." ”

The Masked Knight looked at the porridge on the ground, moved his "shoulder", then lowered his head and stepped out.

"Look, as long as you are fierce enough, others will not dare to look down on you." Chucken looked triumphantly at Danzig, a trick he had learned from Earl.

Danzig could only sigh to himself.

Half an hour later, the Masked Knight himself brought the food.

"Huh?" Danzig sensed that something was wrong.

The masked knight walks in a way that is too careful, straight in and out.

Keep your eyes on the person, and when you exit, you use a frontal posture as if to prevent someone from sneaking up.

Intuition tells Danzig that this is a master!

This time, Chukken didn't say anything, and after quickly running out of food, he then found other knights to discuss the matter of accepting the land in the future.

"The people have run too much, and it's almost the autumn harvest season, we have to stabilize the territory before September, find the people who escaped, we can give them seeds and farm tools, no taxes will be collected this year, but when they have harvested, they will be doubled back at a time, and they will not starve to death, you know, these rough men will forget who is the master if they are too full."

Leading the team alone for the first time, Chucken was so excited that he didn't feel sleepy at all, completely forgetting that he was the one who had sneaked out.

And all of this was Claidon's idea.

When he failed to persuade Earl to lead the team himself, he let his soldiers spread rumors that Young Master Chull was thirteen years old, but he was still hiding behind his father and sister, and even ran to his stepmother's bedside at night to seek milk.

When these words reached Chucken's ears, he was ashamed and angry.

And Credan secretly told Chuken, "Let your father and sister see that you are no longer a child, you are excellent in swordsmanship, you are physically strong, and you will build your reputation with your sword." ”

These words deceived Culken and put him by his side as a servant.

When Danzig found out, the team had already reached the outside of the village fort and had no time to go back.

The meeting lasted until midnight, and Chucken asked everyone to retreat, lie on the bed, and sleep lightly.

Danzig stood outside the house, close to the wall, his sword ready to be unsheathed, not at all relaxed.

By three or four o'clock, it was almost dawn, and Danzig thought that when it was dawn, he would have to let Chuken go back first.

At the same time, the Masked Knight was outside the watchtower of the village fort, looking into the distance.

He was waiting, waiting for Orlan to come.

A dark shadow crept closer, and the Masked Knight judged by the size of the figure to be Cledon.

"According to the time, it should be here tomorrow morning." Cledon approached, picked up the wine bag, took a sip, and tossed it to the Masked Knight.

"No, it's coming, with what I know about him."

"Him?"

"I said Your Excellency."

"I'm suddenly curious about your appearance, I've inquired about all the knights in the territory of Your Excellency Oran, but I can't guess who you are."

The Masked Knight is speaking in a suppressed voice, and his voice sounds a little old, Credan guesses thirty-five, forty years old?

During the casual conversation, the Masked Knight put his finger to his lips and signaled quiet, "Here we go." ”

At this time, the rain stopped a little, and Claidon found several fire points in the distance, distributed in a straight line.

"You guessed it, they traveled overnight!"

"He will not give the enemy a respite, he can kill during the day, and he will never stay until night." The Masked Knight said as he turned, "Get ready to do it." ”

Half an hour later, the soldiers who had been ordered to be on guard by Danzig were secretly dealt with by the Mask Knight and Cledon, and then the troops who had been on the road overnight were let in.

This force has nearly 200 people, which is the elite part of the 700-strong team.

The soldiers who couldn't catch up, Orlan told them to follow later.

Orlan himself was among them, and he hurried desperately, and before the black moon had passed, he ran dozens of kilometers with his whole body armed to the outside of this village fort.

The rain poured on the equipment, the weight increased, and Orlan was uncomfortable.

When the torches on the watchtower were lit and Orlan looked over, a White Eagle soldier straightened up and saluted himself downstairs with his hand.

The crowd was drenched in the rain for half the night, their armor and boots were wet, but their hearts were hot, because they knew that it was the night of the killing.

Hundreds of people looked at Oran, waiting for him to touch his lips and spit out the sentence, "Kill!"

Oran raised his left hand and ...... Ha Qiu!

", I'm cold." Oran spat out the fragrance before he started.

The warriors around him rushed in, and the masked knights who came out to answer exchanged words with Kunsang and the others, and then dispersed and went to the houses in the village fort.

Touch!

Each cabin was kicked open with a rude kick, and the houses were lit up by soldiers with torches, followed by soldiers with heavy axes and iron swords.

The screams were like meteors flashing in the sky, and when they roared, they were extremely loud, and then they flattened.

Oran walked to the square, centered on him, followed by sixteen people, all with small shields, and surrounded him for protection.

Oran saw Cledon coming "covered in blood."

"Where's Earl?"

"He didn't come, but his heir came, and several knights he trusted."

These were all former companions of Kleden, and after he had killed three of them, his shoulders were as heavy as lead-filled iron, and he was too heavy to lift.

The sneak attack at night, as well as the response, the number of people was several times larger, and the White Eagle soldiers won this night fight with the momentum of devastating and decaying.

Stop!

Two bows and arrows flew towards Oran, but were blocked by his shield soldiers.

More than a dozen torches shone in the direction of the arrow, and then they came forward to surround them, illuminating the faces of the archers.

"Who's that?" Oran asked.

"Danzig, master of swordsmanship." After Cledon had finished speaking, Chucken peeked out of the house and hid behind Danzig, and several soldiers also broke through the Oran attack and came to meet Danzig in front of the lord's house.

But they were already at the end of the crossbow, and among the more than 60 people, all those who did not surrender were beheaded to death by the sword, and fifteen took the initiative to lay down their arms.

And Chuken had six men left around him, and he had to face at least two hundred people in Orlan.

On Orlan's side, just staring at him with his eyes can make Chuken scared.

Chucken held his sword in fear, and his earlier rhetoric vanished, and when he saw someone facing him with a longbow, he immediately crouched down in fear, but was immediately pulled up by Danzig.

"Cledon, you bastard!" Danzig scolded.

"Make a fire, make porridge, everyone is hungry." Oran ordered some men to step back and prepare.

Then he took a few steps forward, aimed at Chucken, and his fingers outstretched, "One, two, three, four, five, six, seven?"

"Seven men, seven swords? It's scary. ”

With Orlan finished, Tuman pulled a full bow and shot one of them in the knee.

"Now it's six." Oran gestured to Chuken, "You are braver than your father. ”

"Your Excellency...... Leave me alone, I'll go right away. Chuken held back for a long time, only thinking of these words.

More than fifty torches surrounded the outside of the house, bright enough to see the movements and appearances of people.

"Lay down your arms, I'll say it only once." Oran's arms were raised, and the archers were ready to attack.

No one was afraid of death, and Chucken immediately laid down his weapon, but Danzig pulled him up, fled into the house, and then rushed out the back door.

Like a cat chasing a rat at the end of its rope, victory is only a matter of time.

Among Orlan's men, the fastest ones are the Mask Knight and Kunsan.

Danzig, with the already frightened Chucan, couldn't run far, and was caught up as soon as he reached the outskirts of the village fort on the other side.

"The Count saved my life, and I gave it back to him."

Danzig stopped running, the loyalty of the knight, he had, and there was no less.

He faced the two men with his sword, and Chucken stood dumbfounded.

Kunsang didn't make a move, just looked at Chucan, this is what Orlan wanted.

The Masked Knight drew his sword and coughed a few more times as the weather grew.

Although Danzig still uses a knight's sword, he holds the sword in a strange posture, like a "needle" stab.

"Needle sword?" The Masked Knight was stunned.

"You've seen it?" Danzig was also a little surprised.

"I heard from Cledon that you are a knight from East Anglia, and you should have learned from the 'Needle Sword Sigis'."

"You know him, too?"

"It's been compared once before."

The Masked Knight turned his body, his previous injuries were not healed, and his movements were a little stiff, and then he stopped again, gasping for air, but did not take the mask off.

"You're hurt."

"Enough to kill you."

The mask rode down and walked briskly, his footwork picking up.

Without any hesitation, either behead or be beheaded!

10 meters ...... Five meters!

When the two of them were extremely close together, both within the range of each side, Danzig smiled.

But the smile froze instantly, and the masked knight swung his body and slashed out with a sword, much faster than he had imagined.

Danzig fell, his eyes wide open.

It turns out that people can be so fast.

The Masked Knight walked over and mended his sword with a fierce sword, making sure he was dead.

Chuken peed his pants in fright, and tried to crawl away, but he was trapped by the soldiers who were catching up, and Kunsang walked over, and without saying a word, kicked him to the ground, and then smashed his knuckles off with his sword, destroying one of his palms.

He said to the Masked Knight, "When you are healed, I will defeat you in front of everyone and let Your Excellency know that he doesn't need you, a Viking bastard." ”

"Then you can prepare the cemetery in advance and think about what eulogy to write, Nanding can't, you can't, fight alone, whoever comes is the same."