Chapter 644 Stamford Bridge
The bad news of the Battle of Fulford spread throughout England. Now King Harold, who had more "plentiful time" than King Harold at the Huntingdon Forest on the Ullman Trail, marched 200 miles in four days to catch up with Crouch. The warriors of Sturt Village know what they are facing, and are getting closer to the invaders ravaging the north.
Harold was also famous on the battlefield. Three years ago when he was still an earl, he killed the Muggles in Hufflepuff's hometown of Wells. But now, as king, he faced a major test for the first time, and his life and death rested on the shoulders of this southern army that was meandering through the dense forests of central England and waving its arms northward.
Because he had been traveling for days, the tall and thin Leofric complained: "My legs are really going to break."
"You pick one, either shut up and save energy, or... fall down and die." After hearing the complaint, the recruiting officer Odgar, who kept patrolling the team on the way, walked over to Leofric and said, After taking a look at his legs, he found that there was nothing wrong with him and said.
Leofric glared at him angrily, and after finishing speaking, he overtook the recruiting officer who was inspecting the front team: "Odgar, you always like to bully people.",
Odega, who was walking in front, shouted loudly without looking back: "That's because you always like to complain! It's strange, how come we have the same ancestor..."
"Ah...ah!" Tofi, who had been walking silently beside Leofric before, suddenly screamed and sat down on a tree root on the ground.
Odega, who was interrupted by the shout, lifted the shield behind his back, then turned around and walked over to look at Tofi: "What's wrong with you?"
"I'm so sorry...ah!" Tofi took off his boots, and Odega pulled his feet over to take a closer look. He found that the blisters had completely broken the skin and were now a bloody mess.
"I'm not a soldier, just leave me here..." Tuo Fei's face was full of pain. Although it was actually just some skin injuries, he really couldn't keep walking anymore.
"I have to take everyone with me, including the children who can fight." Odega deliberately shouted loudly so that everyone around could hear, and then got close to Tofi, "Can you stand up?"
"Barely...Ah! Ah!" Tofi replied, and tried to stand up with the help of the other party.
"Don't worry, you'll be fine soon." Odegaard sighed, leaned over and put Tofi on his shoulders, and looked at his best friend Li beside him worriedly. Ofric said, "Here, help with the non-weapon-resistant shield."
"Odgar, you always like to bully people..." Although Leofric was still complaining, he already had his best friend's equipment in his hands.
September 25, 1066, on the side of Stamford Bridge.
In the Viking camp, the dead bones of various cattle and sheep were hung on the logs, scraped clean, and the animal skins were put on the clothesline, exposed to the sun. Salted fish were strung up on ropes, waiting to be eaten.
One by one, the cage cars were pushed towards the Viking camp by the local English. The black and white rabbits opened their eyes warily in the cages, and their little noses kept twitching. The Vikings were waiting here for the tributes that arrived one after another. , in order to satisfy the Vikings' desires, the unfortunate people near Yorkshire sent their harvests, their livestock and even their children.
A berserker had just finished enjoying his trophies and came out of the tent shirtless. He saw the leader outside. Thinking of the strange behavior of the senior officials in the past few days, he couldn't help but ask his boss, who he thought he had a good relationship with, " Lynch, why did Hardrada insist on us dividing the troops?"
When Lin Qi heard this, he frowned slightly and looked a little confused, but then the red light of the gem on his forehead flashed, making him forget the doubts prompted by his men. He smiled at the berserker, "We stay here to receive the hostages. Isn't it better? Or do you want to be the unlucky one-third guarding the fleet?"
The Berserker shrugged, "I just think we should be more careful, at least don't leave the armor with the fleet. If we want to get it, we have to walk fifteen miles..."
"The Vikings won! The north is ours!" The Berserker leader Lynch did not respond, but jumped on a rock and shouted around, "England's wealth will make us prosper!"
The surrounding Vikings, including the Berserker who just raised the question, also shouted, led by Lynch.
The residents of Yorkshire led ponies and drove cattle and sheep, all with their heads lowered, and delivered them into the hands of the Vikings. The mothers held their children sadly on the cage car, unable to bear to send them away, and even more afraid to imagine their subsequent fate, but they were pulled away by the Vikings.
At this moment, a distant noise from across the Derwent River made the Vikings immediately realize that something was wrong.
It only took Harold seven or eight days to regroup his soldiers from London and march to York, two hundred miles away. There is no doubt that Harold's troops moved quickly, and their most powerful weapon was to attack them unprepared.
Ordinary Viking soldiers expected unarmed civilians to await them, but they were in for a surprise.
Unexpectedly, Harold could march north so quickly. Under the influence of the Slave Stone, the Vikings' middle and high-level officials left the army defenseless. Fortunately, the river blocked the English's way. Only one river could only accommodate two or three people at the same time. Broken wooden bridges of wide width could be used to cross the river.
Tosti, who was familiar with English warfare methods, suggested that taking advantage of the fact that the Vikings were now lightly armed and good at running long distances, UU Kanshu www.uukanshu.net should lead the troops to retreat to the ships fifteen miles away, join the remaining soldiers and use the ships. Cover with the garrison and put on armor before the decisive battle.
Although Harald refused under the influence of magic, the ruthless man who is good at fighting is obviously not a fool as long as he is not controlled. He sent his most powerful berserker guards to guard the bridge and gather other troops. In the time it takes to form a formation, these big men in bearskin don't need to wear armor, and they can all stand up to one man.
As the leader of the berserkers, Lynch did not realize that his good condition was due to the wizard, but he also felt that he should bear some responsibility for this behavior. He stopped his men who wanted to go to the bridge, shook his head and said: "I don't need you on a day like today, I have Odin to protect me!" He pointed to the red gem on his forehead, and then suddenly removed the bear on his body. The skin and coat were torn off and thrown to the ground. His upper body was bare, revealing his python-like muscles. Wearing only a Viking-style butterfly helmet, he held a handful in each hand. Normally a Viking warrior would need two. The giant ax that can only be controlled by hand walked to the middle of the bridge.
Lynch, whose upper half of his face was covered by his helmet, looked at the English with cold eyes as they boosted their morale. He stuck out his tongue and licked his lips, like a wild beast waiting for prey to come to him. At this time, his previous cunning and gentleness were completely lost. Now he only stood as a Viking warrior. On this small wooden bridge, he faced tens of thousands of Anglo-Saxon troops alone.