Chapter 651 The Normans Are Coming

Calm down, the Duke of Normandy knows that King Harold and his navy are still in the north after the war with the Vikings, and they are still repairing in York. The resentment generated by Lun's teasing.

William, who had suffered so much for his planned invasion of England, now finally had his sufferings come to an end.

The rest of the Norman journey went smoothly, with a stroke of God. His fleet set sail and set sail quickly, and seven hundred warships were neatly arranged on the sea, marching towards this hot land in his heart, and even closer to London than King Harold of England—except for those who were killed The war horses transported on the ship had much more feces than they imagined, and the Normans on the ship suffered a lot, but everything went smoothly...

A few hours later, the waves were rolling, layer after layer, surging and hitting the rocky beach on the shore where the group of Crawhurst village soldiers had been stationed before. William's huge fleet had arrived on the shore smoothly. side.

However, different from the abnormal smoothness just now, William, who came ashore immediately behind the guards, suddenly stepped on the gravel without warning, lost his balance and fell to the ground. The roots of his ears turned red all of a sudden, and he raised his head to look at the guards who were turning their heads to look at him in a daze.

In the hearts of the guards who believed in the gods, this did not seem to be a good omen, and they frowned at their leader.

However, as a duke with a great reputation, William, who is actually more politically adept than him, quickly grabbed a handful of pebbles on the ground with both hands. He knelt on the beach and looked at his guards and said, "Thanks to the Lord! By the grace of Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu has taken control of the land of Lao Tzu's kingdom!"

Facing the sun, William, who was slightly embarrassed, roared excitedly with a face full of joy: "Now England is in the palm of my hand."

The guards, who were still looking worried just now, nodded happily to their leader.

It's a classic moment for William as a statesman, one that could become an ominous portent of his possible downfall, and William's witty reflexes turn this into a godsend for his long reign. blessing of.

But this is undoubtedly a curse for the Anglo-Saxons living in Britain.

A day later, in the south of England, the village of Crowhurst.

The black goat with a long white streak on its face half-closed its eyes and chewed the leaves bitten off from the tree. Peasant women with white scarves on their heads picked the green fruits from the tree and put them in their own hands. In the placket of the clothes, the whole village is full of bustling farming scenes.

Tophy's new wife, Judith, with long, honey-coloured curly hair, laboriously harvested the ripe grain, and the young men of the village had all gone to the militia.

She licked her chapped lips and looked around. How much she was looking forward to Tophy's figure appearing at the entrance of the village. It is the busy season of farming. It stands to reason that the king should send them back to their hometown, not only her, but all of them. Village women are longing for the return of their husbands and sons.

She was already very tired at this time. In the absence of men, if they wanted to avoid the famine next year, these women could only go to the fields to work hard, doing jobs that should belong to men.

It is a pity that the relatives they were looking forward to did not come back. On the outskirts of the village, the Norman advance troops were already staring at the village that was about to be slaughtered like lambs.

Merlin, a little boy in a white linen robe, was carrying a bucket of water. The advantage brought by his race allowed him to look through the gaps in the leaves and saw this group of invaders like hungry wolves. The screams startled the peasant women who were working hard on the farm, and they looked in the direction of the screams in panic.

"Start." Now that the prey had been alarmed, the invaders no longer hid themselves. Following the order of a leading knight with black pot-shaped hair, the leaves shook violently, and the Normans broke in. this small village.

The peasant women who understood what had happened ran back to the direction of the village in a hurry, screaming.

The young child sat on the ground crying, and was picked up by his mother. People ran around screaming, and Merlin, who had just screamed to remind the villagers, nimbly hid in his adoptive father, Judy. In the thatched house of Si's father Ethelwolf, he observed the situation outside through the gap in the wooden door with a horrified expression.

The rest of the men in the village are too old. Even if a few try to resist, they will be killed cleanly and easily by these Normans, and the rest can only squat down on the spot with their hands raised To show that he will not resist, in order to seek a chance of survival.

And the Norman soldiers who broke into the village had already grabbed those peasant women from behind, and then threw them on their shoulders to the ground at will, throwing them all into a pile,

"Don't kill them!" Seeing this, the red-haired knight who was reprimanded by Duke William of Normandy for failing to cut cabbage in training, hastily stopped him, "As long as they don't resist, don't kill these women." He emphasized again.

But what these soldiers were going to do was not just to kill. One soldier tore off the skirt of a good-looking peasant woman, exposing her smooth legs. The peasant woman screamed in panic and gritted her teeth to resist. The soldier knocked him down with a punch impatiently, and wanted to continue to invade.

The red-haired knight paid attention to the situation here, ran forward angrily and grabbed the clothes behind the soldier, dragged him over, punched him, and then knocked the soldier who was beaten into a coma fell to the ground.

The red-haired knight grabbed the soldier's collar and warned: "I said try not to hurt anyone!"

Frightened, the peasant woman fled without even taking off her clothes, and rushed to the gathering place of the captured women, where her child and other children in the village were thrown under the wall.

In front of the heavily armed Norman soldiers, the men and women in the village were easily separated, and the women had to huddle together.

The wooden door of Merlin's house was kicked open by the leading knight in orange-red armor with a pot head. He gave Merlin a gloomy look and stopped paying attention to him. Pulled it out, let him fall to the ground in embarrassment, then drew out his long sword that was shining with cold light and pointed it at Asselwolf.

Tophie's wife, Judith, looked helplessly at her father from a distance in the women's gathering place, her hands tightly clutching the skirt of her chest. She couldn't help covering her mouth with her hands, lest she scream out and make the scene worse.

The pothead knight put the knife on Ethelwolf's neck, and then stepped on Ethelwolf's shoulder, making a posture that he would kill him if he exerted any force at any time. He used Asked in Anglo-Saxon with a distinctly Norman accent: "Where are all the men?"

Ethelwolf looked at him without saying a word, and was kicked to the ground by the opponent a few seconds later. The Norman soldiers following the knight let out excited and cruel laughter, hiding in the Seeing such a situation, Merlin behind the door couldn't help shivering back a bit, hesitating whether to rush out and fight the opponent desperately - but as if telepathically, Ethelwolf's hands behind his back faced Merlin shook again and again to restrain his impulse.

Seeing this situation, Judith bit her fisted hand with her teeth, and forced herself not to cry.

After questioning again and again, Ethelwolf said nothing, and his appearance of not getting any oil or salt made the pothead knight turn his head, and asked the red-haired knight, "Iu Taylor Buddha! Show them your red hair, Maybe he'll be willing to tell you."

Aiou Taylor, that is, the offspring of the vicissitudes of Muggle man who went to Normandy to become a court poet in Hufflepuff Tavern.