Chapter 199: The Wrath of Hafgen the Lion

The Rus attacked Gotland. They did it for revenge. Although everyone thought that the Gotland would take revenge, no one thought too much about what kind of revenge.

Even when the Melalon Tribe, the leader of the Siya Tribal Alliance, knew the news, people's public opinion cheered the actions of the Rus.

Days went on as usual, the rational few of the Mellaren tribe, who had imagined that the Gotlandians would launch a retaliatory attack north.

Most people, they got the news also in May, but most people don't worry about these things at all.

What everyone is most worried about is still how much money they can earn in this year's trade season, what good things can be exchanged, and how much money they can earn when the wheat harvest in August.

Olekin, the great leader of Melalen, had not thought about the possibility of the enemy attacking his tribe after he learned the news.

However, since he can remember, Mälaren Castle has never been attacked by an enemy, and the vast Mälaren Lake has never been invaded by Gotlanders or Danes. On the contrary, the tribal alliance under his leadership, some small tribes consisting of only a few hundred people, are actively expanding to the southern Gotaland Heights.

These are the people, active and landed Gotland herders who are in constant conflict, basically fighting every year!

The sun rises as usual, and the day goes on as usual.

Olegin was not without any preparations. He gave the guards under his command, which had as many as 500 troops, an order to step up their training and reward them with better food, that's all.

However, the Rus attacked Gotland, an attack that killed the great merchant in the south of the island, as well as a "huge" settlement.

According to current standards, a settlement of 2,000 people is a large settlement.

Because of Arik and Harrozosen, the Rus army led by them did not have a clear target to attack. They approached Gotland with their fleet and launched an indiscriminate raid on a settlement.

As everyone knows, the fat man who was beheaded has always had a very close trade relationship with the Danes.

The death of this man, and the destruction of the entire settlement, gave the Danes an earthquake.

The most powerful Robard tribe among the Danes, the "lion" Hafgen who served as the chief leader and also the leader of the alliance, he enjoyed the days of being the king, and thus encountered major disturbances.

A small boat staggered to the port of the Robard tribe, a small port in the north of Jutland.

As a rule, the guards of the harbour charged a toll to enter the western sea through the strait. However, the lost souls on the small boat were shouting to meet the leader of the alliance.

Denmark's leader Hafgen, at the age of thirty-five, is in his prime.

He sat arrogantly in his long council room, sitting on his wooden chair decorated with a whole black bear skin, and wearing his own imitation of the Franks, a crown made of gold, wearing a three-piece More than a dozen oversized robes carefully sewn from ferret skins.

His whole person looked rich and noble, with a slightly dry face, sharp eyes, and the strong muscles on the arms that inadvertently stretched out from the robe, proving that this person can be described as a ruthless character.

Someone from Gotland reporting a terrible calamity?

Hafgen summoned a dozen of his savvy cronies and ordered them to change into battle armor and helmets immediately.

He was the only one dressed in a pompous dress, because he had heard that the most noble "chief" of Frank was dressed in a similar fashion.

The four people on the boat stumbled over. They knelt on the ground and did not hide their tattered clothes and wounds.

Havgento raised his chin and asked impatiently, "I'm very busy. If you don't have anything important, just leave."

"Oh! My lord, please allow me to report." The older man in the lead raised his head with a sad face.

"Go ahead."

"It was our homeland, attacked by the enemy. Our island was attacked by the Rus."

"What? Russ?" Hafgen's head was a little confused for a while. I have to say that his knowledge of the Rus people is very limited, including this term is very unfamiliar.

Seeing this, the old man hurriedly changed his words: "It's the alliance in the north, the wicked people in Svealan."

"I know them. Our alliance has always been at odds with them. In the final analysis, you are expanding on land." For the time being, Hafgen didn't think the matter was particularly serious.

"Yes. But they attacked our island. That Alliance army sacked our entire southern island. It's very serious, because of Oxon, he's dead."

"What? Oxon is dead?!" Hearing that, Hafgen stood up directly. Not only him, the eyes of those cronies are also trembling.

"It is absolutely true, my lord. The entire southern island is in flames, the whole of Thinkenburg has been looted by them, and all the wealth has been plundered by them. This year, our trade with you has been greatly affected. The whole island is panicking! Island! All the families in the north have asked us to hope for the assistance of the great leader. We are very worried that those northerners will often attack, and we cannot defeat them with our strength alone. We need your assistance."

Hafgen took his seat again.

Hafgen was indeed the leader of the tribe by fighting with a sword and a shield through a duel within the tribe. He has served as the tribal leader for many years, and this year, 829 AD, is also his second year as the leader of the alliance.

Unexpectedly, it was only the second year that the Northern Alliance was blatantly provocative.

Seeing the mood on the leader's face, the four messengers who reported the news immediately added fuel to the news, as if Gotland was not only in dire straits, but was very likely to be fully occupied by the Northern Alliance.

The four of them spoke more and more excitedly, and their tone was full of grief and anger.

Indeed, the attackers' attacks on the settlements were indiscriminate. They had no intention of leaving a living mouth to be a slave at all, but hacked and killed indiscriminately!

The words of the four really shocked Hafgen.

He sat on the seat, his eyes widened: "It's all true? Oh, what a bunch of savages."

"Yes my lord!" the old man continued. "This year is just the beginning! They will sack the entire Gotland, kill all the people, and plunder all the riches. They will continue to expand on the highlands until..."

"Until? Where?"

The old man paused: "Until the great Robard tribe is reached. I think they will attack your territory in the northern highlands without hesitation."

"How can they!?" Hafgen stood up suddenly, his wide eyes and a terrifying mouth, as if he was going to devour everything.

The old man realized that his tragic drama and stimuli had worked, and now he should continue to add fuel to the fire.

"My lord, the Northern Alliance must be suspicious of your majesty, thinking that our Danish alliance is not strong. They are so stupid."

"Yes! They are very stupid. It seems... I need to let them understand who is the most honorable." Saying that, Hafgen, who was baring his teeth, pulled out his sword and slammed it on the longhouse. on the soft sand.

Then he let out another terrifying roar.

"Brothers!" he commanded loudly, "to gather all the tribes and order them to send their men, and I will organize an army against the abominable Northern Alliance!"

Hafgen's decision was indeed a bit hasty. His brothers did not dare to disobey the leader's order to select a messenger and report to the eleven allied tribes.

As the night fell, Hafgen thought about it, although he realized that he was now mobilizing for war and organizing the army to retaliate, and the timing was somewhat untimely.

It was as if his beard was caught by those enemies and burned with fire. With this shame, how could he not be angry? revenge! Revenge is required!

Besides, what are your allies, especially the Gotlanders who broke away from the Northern Alliance and insisted on joining the Danish Alliance. If they don't support them, what will the other allies think?

It's the prelude to the Northern Alliance's initiative to provoked a large-scale war, so let's fight it!

It is war, and it can also gain a lot of wealth for his alliance.

The order to assemble the army has been issued, but Hafgen feels that those allies will not send a large army at this moment.

The reason is obvious.

The tribes who lived in the southern part of Jutland, after they had sown their wheat in the spring, organized their men against the Franks and the Wends.

The fighting in the south continued, and Hafgen reckoned that the Northern Alliance might have thought about the situation on its own side before they felt they could launch an attack without fear.

"You are betting that I can't organize a huge army at this time? Think that the main force of our alliance is attacking the Franks? Bah! I can still organize 2,000 people."

The richest Meralen tribe in the Northern Alliance, Hafgen knew them well, and understood that it was a fairly large population.

Want to completely conquer them through a war? It is impossible to rely solely on the strength of one's own tribe. If a war is to be waged, a huge coalition must be organized, and the war is not a decisive battle that can end everything.

The timing is very premature, and it is not wise to rashly attack the Melalen tribe.

However, there must be no problem with those small tribes attacking the Northern Alliance, leading an army to "go on a personal expedition".

Therefore, in Hafgen's psychology, it is enough to organize an army of about 2,000 people and launch a military operation that does not last for a long time. After all, he had no confidence in conquering the North in one breath. He found a target to hit hard, vented his anger to the Gotlanders, and performed a military performance for the tribes of the Alliance. He was very happy.

The messenger's actions were very fast. In just two days, all the tribes in Jutland were informed of the summoning order from the leader of the alliance.

The order to summon the army to prepare for battle has come down! In the past, the leaders of the alliance issued such orders to attack the Franks in the south.

Everyone deeply remembers that Godfred, the deceased leader of the Great Alliance, led everyone to organize a huge fleet, and looted mountains of gold and silver in the Frankish land, and all the tribes involved in the operation had a considerable amount of wealth.

With such a great victory, the various tribes in Denmark are spontaneously attacking Frank, and the attacks have been carried out every year without interruption.

This time, after being the leader of the alliance for just over a year, Hafgen the Lion is determined to attack the Northern Alliance? !

For a time, quite a few tribes thought this decision was very unwise.

Some tribes did not welcome the decision, while others saw it as a huge opportunity.

Especially those young people who are eager to make achievements, eager to prove themselves on the battlefield as a warrior who can be favored by the gods, and eager to get a considerable trophy from a war. Because young people generally grew up listening to stories about Godfred.

In the southern part of Jutland, the tribe that built a stone wall to defend against the surprise attacks of the Franks and even to prevent the surprise attack of the neighboring tribes, Ragnar, the son of its leader Sigurd, was full of strong desire for a war against the north.

But for this war, the old Sigurd was obviously not keen.

"Father, are you afraid of those people in Svealand?!" Ragnar, who was only nineteen, asked his father.

"Oh my boy. I'm not afraid of them [new www.xsbiquge.vip], but you have to understand that they are some very brave people."

"Father, are you doubting my bravery? I killed that man, can it not prove my bravery?"

Sigurd is very satisfied with his son. He has multiple sons, and only this one is most qualified to inherit his position. That is, this Ragnar, who was only fifteen years old, dared to fight on behalf of himself and the enemy's leader in a duel, and finally won a clean victory without even a single wound.

After this battle, Ragnar's prestige in the tribe was shaken.

Today, Ragnar is married, his wife is pregnant, and everything is getting better.

It's a good thing that his son likes to fight. Sigurd just doesn't want his son, or even his clan, to go to the north to help those Gotlanders and to die in vain for Hafgen's so-called prestige.

Moreover, many young men of the tribe have already crossed the stone wall and attacked the Franks by land.

Did the tribe dispatch the remaining troops to respond to the call of the leader?

Sigurd thought for a while, and told the young Ragnar what he thought: "Son, you can take a group of warriors to the north. As a leader, I will not allow you to take many people. You can take at most one. Hundreds of people."

"What? Father? We shouldn't be so stingy. I can command the army all the way down to Melalen and get all their gold back."

"You're too young! They can detail Gotland, why do you think they're as stupid and weak as the Franks? Why do you think you're stronger than them?"

"No! Father, I am indeed strong." Ragnar just retorted. In his unruly heart, he felt that he could do things that ordinary people couldn't do. For example, who would have thought that a fifteen-year-old kid could behead an opponent's strong leader?

Sigurd shook his head: "Now many brothers are attacking in the south. If you take another group of young people to go out, what about our tribe's defense? How can you be sure that the neighboring tribes will not take advantage of our emptiness and launch an attack? Sneak attack? Don't forget it, boy! You cut off the head of the leader yourself! Although we are all in the same alliance, who can guarantee that they will not attack suddenly."

Ring Sigurd, under the brilliance of the great leader of Godfred, he had no chance to compete for the leader of the alliance when he was young.

Now that he is old, the leaders of various tribes are generally also old.

The Robard tribe has been strong since ancient times. In order to avoid internal chaos, each tribe supported Robard's Hafgen as the leader of the alliance while intriguing and occasionally fighting each other.

Sigurd finally covered his son's head with a big hand: "Ragnar, of all my sons, you are the bravest. Sooner or later, Hafgen will give up his future because of his madness. And you should be the new leader. Or, like the Franks, crowned king."

Ragnar was touched by his father's words.

Afterwards, Sigurd thought about it, if he really gave his son a hundred people, three warships for such an army would be enough. The dignified ring Sigurd sent so many people to accept war mobilization? Too shabby too!

Finally, one day after the messenger came, Ragnar, who was only nineteen years old, led the 200 warriors of his tribe and rowed a total of six dragon-headed warships to the port of the Robard tribe.