Chapter 638 Disappointment
The bell of the northern war has sounded. After looting the villages on the north coast, the Vikings boarded the ship again. They went deep into the hinterland, traveled upstream, and entered the deep woods of the Jorvik Valley.
The Vikings under Hardada met their first resistance at Fulford, which occurred on the Wednesday before St Matthew's Feast. This also brought the return of the deposed earl and news that the Vikings were preparing to attack York. spread to the 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 we do?"
"Fight." Harold, the new king of the Anglo-Saxon Kingdom of Wessex, answered this question in a calm tone, "The Vikings are destroying our land and people in our country, and we have no choice. "
Unlike the calmness shown by the new king, Harold discovered that just as he disbanded his elite troops and most of the militia regiments, his brother Tosti and the descendants of the blond King Haralda were the Norwegian Vikings. When King Harald the Merciless had been invading for many days, he was so angry at heart that he had to send only messengers and levies again to raise the army again, and he had to raise it quickly.
This was a heavy blow to him. It was beyond his expectation. The only thing he could do was to regroup and let his own soldiers rush northward and join the levies coming along the way, in order to The Vikings captured—and could only optimistically convince themselves that the illegitimate Duke of Normandy would not attempt to cross the English Channel again during the autumn harvest season.
Along the coast, fast horses galloped. The communication soldiers who had traveled a long distance fell off their horses and were helped up by the welcoming militiamen.
The militiamen who had been stationed at the beach for a long time finally received good news. This news made the entire camp feel peaceful.
"The Normans will not come. They encountered a huge storm and were shipwrecked!"
"The Holy See is with them, but it looks like 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 militiamen to disarm and return to the fields."
The news that the Normans ventured across the sea but encountered a sudden storm was reported back by spies on the other side of the sea risking their lives. The remaining militiamen on the Isle of Wight talked happily while packing their things.
Without anyone's orders, they gathered their shields and weapons together - and the governor who stayed here did not show any objection to this.
Leofric kissed his palm gently, patted the shield with this hand, and handed it to the militiamen responsible for collecting supplies with a relaxed expression.
Transformed back into the tall, thin farmer, he said happily: "I can hide from the vigilantes for another year."
"If you go fast enough, you can go home after dark." Odegaard followed them. He was relieved that they had not experienced a war and that none of the folks he brought died.
Leofric strode forward, clasped his best friend Tophi's shoulders with both hands, and said teasingly: "He got into my little wife's bed while I spent my honeymoon enjoying myself."
Tofi, who also resisted the war, fought with him and broke free from his imprisonment.
"Is there still a large oak tree in the woods near Crowhurst Village? It's where children often climb." Odgar asked briskly, no longer serious and thoughtful as before. In fact, as the two kings of England, One of the captains of the guards, he almost only had the chance to return to his hometown briefly when recruiting villagers.
"Still." Leofric lowered his head and picked up a snow-white pebble. Although he didn't stay on the Isle of Wight for long, and the coastline of his hometown wasn't too far away, the recruiting officer still reminded him of homesickness. Feelings.
"I really want to climb that tree again." Odega, who is nearly forty years old, said with some yearning.
Just as the farmers had packed their bags and started gathering to return to their hometowns, several cavalrymen coming from the north gave everyone an ominous premonition.
One of the governors left behind by the king screamed Odgar's name, causing the recruiting officer to run towards his location.
Leocliffe looked at Odgar in a hurry, shook his head in disapproval and said to Tofi, who looked frightened: "Don't worry, it's just a few boys making a fuss." After saying that, he suddenly He held Tofi's shoulders: "Tell you, I really want to see Odega climbing a tree with that big head shaking."
The worried Tofi was amused by what he described. Leocliff held Tofi's head in his arms and tapped it twice.
"Stop!" Odega's familiar command voice came, and Leocliffe stayed where he was, his eyes turning slightly, and he let out a long breath. As expected, what he was worried about happened.
"Your wives will have to wait a little longer before they have a harvest." Hearing Odgar's tone change back to the cold recruiting officer, Tofei closed his eyes sadly, but the other person's words continued to sink in. his ears.
"Pick up the weapon again." Following Odgar's command, Leocliffe licked his teeth helplessly and looked angrily at his best friend who had just opened his eyes and accepted the fact.
In the night, Odegaard and other militiamen sat on the coast, looking at the sea and thinking about their own thoughts. The atmosphere was dull and stagnant. Everyone was disappointed and sad that they could not go home but had to continue fighting. For their families, Missingness filled the entire camp.
From the news that came, Odegaard probably guessed what his lord was thinking: For the king, this was a difficult decision. If the defense on the south coast was abandoned, what if the wind direction changed and the enemy attacked? However, after autumn, the Norman fighting season was supposed to be over. The king decided to deal with the enemy troops that had been killed first, and had to deal with those who did not come.
Odgar had no choice. As a low-ranking officer who was not a knight, he could only obey orders.
At this time, after absorbing all the souls of the soldiers at sea, Allen returned to the White Cliffs of Dover. He held his staff upside down on the cliff with a slightly funny movement and looked into the crystal ball. The soul energy was running around inside. Countless Norman faces loomed out. UU reading www.uukanshu.net
Allen sighed after checking the situation of absorbing souls, and then received a scene from the three-eyed shadow raven. He gently patted the non-existent dust on the magic robe and prepared to go to the battlefield.
But Allen, who had just turned sideways to leave, suddenly stopped. He narrowed his eyes and looked at a small wooden boat rising and falling with the rough waves in the gloomy sea.
Allen focused his attention on the sail of the small boat that was fluttering in the sea breeze. A man with long hair was braided and fluttering in the strong wind. The dirty red turban was a huge A nearly triangular captain's hat, and a beard braided into two small braids firmly tied under the chin.
This guy with a strong sense of disobedience stood on the bow of the boat facing the wind, wearing smoky eye makeup in a girlish manner. The reason that caught Allen's attention was that the clothes he was wearing were obviously not a product of this time and space. The clothes of the man in front of him were dirty and brown. The original appearance of the captain's coat cannot be seen, and a white linen shirt with a mandarin jacket underneath has a wide open collar, revealing his bronze chest. An eighteenth-century short musket and a saber are buckled on the wide belt around his waist.
Although this boat is old and small, the technology used in the masts and sails is obviously not what the primitive wooden boats of the eleventh century can possess.