Chapter 638: Disappointed
The bells of the Northern War had already been rang. After the villages on the north coast were looted downstream, the Vikings boarded the ship again. They went deep into the hinterland and traveled back into the deep forests of the Jorvik Valley.
The Vikings led by Hadada met their first resistance in Fulford. The resistance took place on Wednesday before the feast of St. Matthew. This also brought back the deposed Earl. The Vikings were preparing to attack York. Spread south.
London-Harold's Castle.
After hearing the news from the messenger, Goss Gwenson, Earl of Anglia, anxiously asked his brother sitting on the throne: "What should I do?"
"Fight." The new King Harold of the Anglo-Saxon Wessex Kingdom answered the question calmly. "The Vikings ruin our land and people in our country. We have no choice. "
Unlike the calm displayed by the new king, when Harold discovered that he had disbanded his elite troops and most of the militia, his brother Tosti and the Norwegian Vikings descended from the blond king Haralda. When King Harald had been invading for many days, his heart was so angry that he had to only send messengers and recruiters again to summon the army again, and it must be summoned quickly.
This was a big blow for him. Unexpectedly, the only thing he could do was to regroup and let the soldiers who belonged to him quickly march north and join the recruiting troops along the way, in order to bring together Those Vikings won—and can only optimistically convince themselves that the illegitimate duke of Normandy will no longer try to cross the English Channel during the fall harvest season.
On the coast, fast horses rushed. The long-distance communication soldiers were planted immediately, and they were picked up by the welcome militia.
The militiamen stationed on the seashore for a long time finally ushered in good news, which made the entire camp in peace.
"The Normans will not come, they have encountered a huge storm and suffered a shipwreck!"
"The Holy See is on their side, but it seems that the Lord is with us!"
"In any case, the fighting season is coming to an end and the harvest time is coming. It's time for us militia to disarm and return to the field."
The news that the Normans had ventured into the sea but encountered a sudden storm was passed back by the spies on the other side of the sea. The militiamen who remained on the Isle of Wight happily talked while gathering their things.
No one needs to order, they gathered the shields and weapons together-and the Warlords who are now here have not expressed any objection to this.
Leofrick gently kissed his palm, patted the shield with this hand, and gave it easily to the militia who was responsible for collecting supplies.
Turning back to the tall and thin farmer, he said happily: "I can avoid the Kuomintang for another year."
"If it's fast enough, you can go home when it's dark." Ordega followed them without experiencing war. None of the folks he brought died, which made him relieved.
Leobrick strode forward, his hands clasped the shoulders of his buddy Tofei, and chuckled: "He drilled the bed of his wife's wife, and I spent my honeymoon on my own."
Tofei, who was also very resistant to war, wrestled with him and broke free of his imprisonment.
"Is there still a large oak tree in the woods near the village of Crohurst? It is the children who often go to climb." Odgar no longer asked the seriousness and seriousness before, and asked briskly, in fact, as the two previous kings of England One of the captains of the guards, he almost only had a chance to return to his hometown when he used the recruitment of villagers.
"Still." Leofrick lowered his head and picked up a white pebble. Although he didn't count how long he stayed on the Isle of Wight, and his hometown was not too far from the coastline, he was still recruited by the recruiter. Feelings.
"I really want to climb that tree again." Odgar, who was nearly forty years old, said a little yearningly.
When the farmers had packed their bags and started to gather to return to their hometowns, the cavalry from the north made everyone have an unknown hunch.
A warlord left by the king shouted Odgar's name sternly, causing the recruiter to rush to his location.
Leo Cliff looked at Odgar in a hurry, forcibly shook his head to the Tofi with fear in his face: "Don't worry, just a few furry boys are making a fuss." After he finished, he suddenly Take Toby's shoulders: "Tell you, I really want to see how Odgar climbs the tree with that big head shaking."
The worried Tofi was amused by what he described. Leo Cliff put Tofei's head in his arms and tapped twice.
"Stop!" Their familiar Odgar's seemingly ruthless command came, and Leocliff stayed in place, his eyes turning slightly, and he took a long breath, worrying things still happened.
"Your wife still has to wait for another crop." Hearing Ordega's tone changed back to the ruthless conscription officer, Tofei closed his eyes sadly, but the other party's words continued to penetrate. His ears.
"Retake the weapon." With Ordega's command, Leocliff licked his teeth helplessly, looking at the gang that had just opened his eyes and accepted the fact.
At night, Odega and the other militiamen sat on the coast, looking at the sea and thinking about their own things. The atmosphere was dull and stagnation. Everyone fell into disappointment and sorrow for the family who could not go home but continued to fight. Missing permeated the entire camp.
From the news, Ordega probably guessed the idea of his lord: for the king, this is a tricky choice. What if the abandonment of the defense of the south coast, in case the wind turns and the enemy kills? However, it was supposed that after the autumn, the Norman fighting season was over. The king decided to deal with the enemy troops that had been killed first.
Ordega had no choice but to act as a low-ranking officer who was not a knight.
At this time, after absorbing the souls of the soldiers from the sea, Allen returned to the White Cliffs of Dover. On the cliff, with a slightly funny movement, he held his staff upside down and looked into the crystal ball. There are countless Norman faces looming. Www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Alan sighed to see the absorption of the soul, and then received the scene from the three-eye shadow raven. He patted lightly, magic The dust that does not exist on the robe is ready to go to the battlefield.
But Allen, who had just turned sideways and wanted to leave, suddenly stopped. He narrowed his eyes and looked at a small wooden boat undulating in the gloomy sea with the turbulent waves.
Allen focused his eyes on the sail of this boat that was facing the sea breeze, a long hair was braided into a dirty braid, and was dancing in the strong wind, the dirty red headscarf was a huge An approximately triangular captain's cap, with two beards of beard braided firmly under the chin.
This guy with a strong sense of disobedience stood on the bow against the wind, and some girlies painted smoky eye makeup. The reason for Alan ’s attention was that the clothes on his body were obviously not the product of this time and space. The captain's coat, which could not be seen as it was, had a white linen shirt with a jacket on it. The neckline was wide open, revealing a bronze chest, and a wide belt around the waist was fastened with a short 18th century musket and a saber.
Although this boat is shabby and small, the technology used on the masts and sails is obviously not what the original wooden ships in the eleventh century can have.
