"Grass!"

"Kill all these Vikings!"

"We can't let the land of East Anglia be polluted by this group of demons."

The news of Ragnar's arrival in Anglia put a lot of pressure on the people of the Northern Army.

The scene was noisy, and the queen on the left side was helped down by her knights to rest, and her most trusted needle sword "Sigis" was used as a proxy for the battle meeting.

Oran did not attend, he wanted to be quiet, and went around the surroundings of Canterbury Church alone, first looking at the half-ruined cross, and then stepping across the border, touching the fragments of the cross with his hand.

He closed his eyes and thought back to the tragic circumstances of that day.

"I see fire."

"Your Excellency?"

"A big fire, engulfing everything, countless people screaming and crying."

Orlan then opened his eyes and said fiercely, "Go and see the cemetery of that Count of the Holy Bone." ”

Guided by others, Oran walked for a while to a cemetery where he had not been cared for.

Weeds are growing, and the last time the tomb robber Alex destroyed the cemetery, no one has cleaned it since the Vikings kept the place under their control.

Oran stood in front of the cemetery, and then bowed deeply.

He respected the warriors, the warriors who could kill the Vikings.

As he saluted, Alex, the knight of the escort who was driven by Ella, also quietly came to Orlan's side and watched from afar.

He used the bones of the dead in exchange for prestige and knighthood, but this is also a heart disease.

Sometimes he would dream that the Count of the Holy Bone was glaring at him, and his mouth was moving, as if to shout, "Get my bones back!"

Alex secretly swore that in this battle, he would never be greedy for life and afraid of death, and he would play the mission of a knight to defend his homeland......

In addition to Orlan, there are also several knights who can only be cannon fodder on the battlefield.

They carry flowers or carry crosses and come on pilgrimage.

Last time, Henry and Ossa, who were sent to the East by Orlan to inquire about the Vikings, also came.

But Oran's men surrounded the innermost side, and they could only wait in the rear for Orlan to leave before they came forward to salute.

Facing the cemetery, Oran's mouth moved, and the Titans on the side heard it clearly, "If Benber can kill Ragnar, he will use his head to honor you!"

"Your Excellency, what shall we do?" Titan asked.

"If they kill one of us, we will kill three of us in return!"

Oran then walked back to the church room, which was not engulfed in flames, and participated in the Council of Nobles.

As soon as he entered, there was all kinds of noise and strange smells inside.

Sweat, blood, dampness, all kinds of weird smells mixed with body odor, like a group of hairless monkeys gathered together.

There were more than thirty monkeys in total.

As soon as he entered, he heard someone say, "Why don't you hand over the ransom and let the Vikings of East Anglia go?"

Oran despised such words, then glanced at the three kings, first saluted them, and then walked up to the queen, looked at her pale face, and said in Latin, "Your Majesty." ”

"Huh?"

"What is the farmer's sadness?"

"But ......"

"These little red old men, kill them......"

Then turning to everyone, Orlan opened his hands to calm everyone down and take the right to speak.

"Who just said the ransom?" Oran asked.

"Your Excellency, it's me, the ...... from Mercia," the knight said, standing up and introducing himself.

"I've heard that there are no cowards in Mercia, only warriors, but what you just said made Ben Bo suspicious." Orlan snorted.

"What did you say!"

The knight drew his sword, but Kunsang and Nanding went straight to him, each punching him down.

"Oran, you're crazy!"

Ella, who was on the stage, stood up suddenly, but was a step too late, and the Mercian nobles got up one after another to stare at Oran.

"Very good, it seems that your temper has returned, then take out your majesty to the people, use it on the Viking elder, when you see the Viking shield girl, you think of it as a peasant girl in your territory, exercise your right of first night, exercise your law!

It's a good thing that Ragnar is there, and finally there's no need to guess where the bastard is.

Now that he has landed on the island, he has turned from a dark place to a bright place, and the Anglo-Saxon nobles have no navy, and we cannot exert our strength around the coast.

But when they go ashore, everyone relies on two legs, and the sword in their bodies will die.

Now the disadvantage, then the advantage will be achieved.

This battle is crucial, Bjorn is here, Hestein is here, Ragnar is here, Rollo and Yinvar and other Viking leaders are here, I don't know if they will come.

The worst plan is that the Vikings will bloody England this time, so no matter how much we ask for it, it doesn't make the difference between dying early or dying later.

Our ancestors, who crossed the ocean to the British Isles to create a great and prosperous civilization, must not be disgraced as their descendants.

Civilization will never be defeated by barbarism, even if the country is destroyed, it will die with the Vikings!"

Speaking of this, his emotions were dominated by hatred again, and then he drew his sword and swept around.

"Unless the Vikings themselves open their mouths to sue for peace, whoever wants to give in, I will kill him here!"

Later, Orlan asked his men to send the Vikings who had just been captured around the church into the church.

A Viking somewhere between a teenager and an adult man is brought in.

He was not afraid, but a little proud, he was watched by so many enemies.

I'm sure I'll be able to go to Valhalla in the future.

He lived in a very barren place, planted with sand in the spring, and in the autumn, even half of the sand was left in the rotten place.

Eating enough every day, big fish and meat, and endless wine is his life's wish.

And Valhalla has that.

"Equinox!"

The soldier who brought him in kicked him to his leg bones and forced him to kneel.

"I am Sunderland, great warrior, and I'm coming to Valhalla! I will tell him about my bravery in front of God Odin, come, hurry up and do it for Lao Tzu. ”

The man's shouting made several knights step forward and slap him, but he still smiled.

"Are you women? Such a little strength. ”

There were still people who wanted to fight again, but Orlan stopped them and played himself.

"Sunderland?"

"Hmph."

"Surrender, say that God Odin can't protect you, it's a waste, I can spare you half a life."

"You dream!"

"Come on, get a prostitute."

After Oran finished speaking, after a while, a disheveled woman with a stinky body was brought over.

In this era, beggars, thieves, and prostitutes are the most numerous.

Prostitutes who are incapable of working can only live on men.

And they are always found in groups in towns, suburbs, or around the army.

The news of the entry of the Northern Army into Kent, in just one day, dispersed with the wind.

Many old and weak people beg, and there are also women who want to exchange their skin and flesh for money.

Orlan easily found one.

Oran then asked a soldier to take the woman's hand, gave it back, and forcibly shoved a dagger into it.

"Hold steady." After Oran finished speaking, he looked at Sunderland again, "You will be killed by the hands of prostitutes, not warriors, you will not die on the battlefield, your corpse will be thrown into the dung pit, you will not be able to go to Valhalla, hell is your home." ”

Then Oran took matters into his own hands and removed his "hearing" organs.

After that, he cut off his "sense of smell" and "sight".

It was fast, and blood spurted out.

The soldiers, also on Oran's orders, grabbed the prostitute's hand...... A knife stabbed the dagger.

Orlan was crazy, and at least half of the people present thought so.

Looking at Oran, who was like a demon god, the nobles unconsciously retreated, and even the queen on the left side was frightened and speechless.

Oran looked at the woman with kind eyes, "For the rest of your life, you don't have to worry about food anymore, go down." ”

Then Orlan looked at the nobles, "I persuaded him just now, this bastard has no repentance, he just wants to go to Valhalla, he wants to brag to the strange gods, the story of killing the Anza, the Vikings have ears, but they don't listen to people at all."

Their blood is also red, and when it dries up, it is black, how is it different from ours?

If you're afraid, kill a few more. ”

The scene changed from riots, slowly calming down, followed by indignation!

Kent was robbed like this, and East Anglia was probably more than lucky, and the remaining countries would not be much better, and standing up and fighting was the last chance.

"Hit!"

"I'll fight too!"

"When the Vikings retreat, I challenge you for your insult to the Mercians."

The Mercia knight, who had just been knocked to the ground, added a cruel word for the sake of face.

The nobles in the field also reacted one after another, and Orlan's words finally took effect.

In the end, the three kings took the lead, and the nobles solemnly swore that they would only negotiate with the Vikings if they sued for peace and handed over the hostages, or gave them enough trust, otherwise whoever negotiated would be the sinner who betrayed England, and the three kingdoms would fight together!

That night, the Northern Army thought that since they had entered Kent, they would settle down here first, and at the same time send people to the south to see how the battle went.

And send an elite army to the borders of East Anglia, ready to strike at any moment

The letter sent to Wessex was again written by Orlan, and he sent his trusted Nanding to help escort him.

Then he asked Ella to lead the soldiers of the three counties back to Yorkshire.

Yorkshire was now one of the most important defensive points, and if Ragnar led his men from the northwest, he could pass through Lincoln and approach Yorkshire in a few days.

At that time, the entire southern part of Northumbria will be looted.

Orlan was with Frank and Gliese.

Because both of them are familiar with the Southern Path

The three of them gathered 700 troops and hurried back overnight to set up defenses.

On the way back to the army, the Vikings were broken into pieces, and information began to spread that several squads had been sent, and large areas of the town were harassed.

This time, they were a berserker team led by Ragnar himself.

Compared to before, the Vikings led by Bjorn were no less ferocious and more disciplined.

They cooperate very regularly, and when they encounter a small number of defenders, they will give up directly, or lure them out to attack, and when they encounter a town that is very loosely guarded, they will not say a word, and wait until the night moon is high, holding torches, and rushing into it to burn and kill.

The last time the Anglo-Saxon coalition broke the Vikings, hundreds of Viking warriors died.

Every Viking warrior, slave or freedman, had to survive the cold and snowy lands of Northern Europe and become a warrior capable of going to sea for at least five years.

This time, they want revenge, not only to rob, but also to enslave the English, as for the time...... Forever!

On his third day in Yorkshire, Orlan heard news of an invasion by a Viking squad.

He called for two magistrates and consulted with each other.

Stepping on the land of Yorkshire, Frank did not have much sympathy for the news of the suffering of the people in this place, so he proposed to hold on, anyway, some peripheral towns, the population is not large at all, but only one or two hundred.

When the Vikings came, they fled in advance, and when the Vikings were gone, they went back to check and lost a little food.

But for Gliese, a farmer who can move and talk, who can harvest in autumn, loosen the soil in spring, and provide labor in summer and winter, is his own property.

If the Vikings came with a large force, it would be fine, but it sounds like a small team of a few dozen people, and if you are afraid, then the last time Orlan asked everyone to swear that they would never back down, it became a joke.

Orlan's thoughts were in line with Gliese's.

And he said yes, Frank had no objection.

"Hit, hit hard."

"Who's going?"

"Me."

This time, Orlan was going to vent his anger.

On the first day of his return to Yorkshire, Orlan ordered everyone to keep their armours in their hands except for washing, and to keep their weapons with me when eating.

An hour later, he brought back Yorkshire's men, as well as Gliese and Frank's men, to the bottom of the castle.

Orlan changed into a coarse suit of armor, long boots, a dagger at his waist, and a Knights Hospitaller's visor-faced helmet.

Follow behind Kun-san and become a member of the queue, looking like a knight squad leader.

Orlan should be quick and send all the hospital riders out directly.

Frank and Gliese each led a squad of infantry to guard the direction in which the Vikings might move after they had finished grabbing.

The Vikings who invaded were no more than forty men, Oran's own team was forty, and the other two county governors also brought fifty men each.

After more than two hours of pursuit, Oran passed through two towns, only to see that the Vikings' footsteps had gone away.

"Your Excellency, it looks like they ran away?" A knight from Gliese acted as a ringing guide and told Oran.

"Can you chase it?"

"Yes, but there's a forest and a swamp ahead."

"If you hide in the forest, you will be surrounded and set on fire, and if you hide in the swamp, you will dismount and kill."

"This!"

"Can you chase it?"

"That should work."

"Then you don't!"

Orlan waved his hand, and the knights continued to gallop.

In this battle, he killed many horses, and he had to kill them.

Running forward with perseverance, Orlan found more and more Viking footprints.

Two legs can't run four.

However, the Orlands did not have a clear advantage in numbers, and the Vikings only had to turn the battlefield into a place where horses could not easily move.

They were going to set up a formation in the forest, but this time, the god of luck was on the side of the Anza nobles.

A militia approached from the exit of the forest and began to set fires.

They are vigilante militias.

It is organized by men and teenagers who have not been on the battlefield, and when they are not working, they start patrolling the surrounding area.

Now, as long as the Vikings have invaded the area, the nobles and the lords have organized such teams on their own.

They defended the area early in the morning, and when the scouts in front of them noticed that the Vikings might be coming, they set traps and set fire and weeds at several exits, and if they set fires, thick smoke would quickly rise.

If the Vikings had to force their way out, they might run into more traps or be shot by hunters outside.

The voice of the militia in the distance was heard, and Orlan responded as well.

Both sides were pleasantly surprised to find that they were surrounding the group of Vikings.

"Your Excellency, this forest is short, you look at this smoke, it will force them out immediately." The knight spoke just now.

The Vikings were forced to retreat, and tried to leave through the exit, but the smoke was too strong, and the wind helped the fire, so they couldn't see the way clearly, so they could only retreat stupidly.

The Vikings emerge from the forest and pose in an ironclad shield.

Like a tortoise, it pokes its head out slowly, moving its steps slowly.

"Come, let Your Excellency see your loyalty."

Before Kunsang could give the order, a fanatical hospital rider suddenly pulled his horse tightly, and then kicked the spur with all his might, and ran it over like a ray of light.

"Long live England for Your Excellency!"

As the rider runs, the sound flows from his bucket helmet.

Recently, his old injury has recurred, and he feels that he can't live long, and he also wants to be majestic once.

The horse slammed into the Viking shield with a bang, and the collision blasted the four of them.

There were three Vikings who were directly incapacitated to fight.

The other angry Vikings approached and landed a heavy blow on the horse and the knight, whose face was sunken.

The rider's blood soon flowed all over his body, and the horse also screamed twice, and after spurting out a long column of blood, all that was left was shaking, and the eyes and fur quickly lost their luster.

But the Vikings didn't have time to shout the god Odin, and more riders rushed to kill them.

Oran was among them, and Kunsang opened the way for him, and Oran had a spear between his body, facing a shield array, and after rushing over, the spear broke, but as just now, it broke the turtle shell.

Oran saw a very young shieldmaiden, who had lost her weapon and a silver cross from her body.

It was not her faith, but she had just snatched it from a peasant girl and slashed her with a sword.

After Orlan dismounted, he raised a sword light with his backhand, and stabbed the shield girl through the throat with his sword, and after the tip of the sword penetrated through the body, he pulled it out again.

Then he stepped on the face of the shield girl and killed all the way.

Orlan killed another man in an instant.

"Even if one person escapes, it is a great shame!"