Chapter 651 The Normans Are Coming (Sincere Thanks to the Leader of the Alliance for Being 18 Years Old)

To calm down, the Duke of Normandy knew that King Harold and his navy were still stationary in the north after the battle with the Vikings and were still repairing in York. He had to take the opportunity to expand his results and use the war to vent his anger at the attack just now. The resentment caused by Lun's teasing.

William, who had suffered a lot because of his plan to invade England, was finally relieved.

The rest of the Norman's journey was smooth sailing, as if God had provided for it. His fleet set sail quickly, with seven hundred ships neatly arranged on the sea, heading towards the hot land in his heart. It was even closer to London than King Harold of England without using a single soldier - except for those who were The war horses transported on the ship picked up a lot more excrement than they imagined, which caused the Normans on the ship to suffer a lot, but everything went smoothly...

A few hours later, the waves were rolling, hitting the rocky beach where the Crowhurst village soldiers had been stationed, one after another. William's huge fleet had arrived at the shore smoothly. side.

However, what was different from the abnormal smoothness just now was that William, who was following the guards ashore, suddenly stepped on the gravel without warning and lost his balance and fell to the ground. He directly jumped into the dog and gnawed in the mud, with some scratches on his face. The roots of his ears suddenly turned red, and he raised his head to look at the guards who were turning 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 sign. They frowned and looked at their leader.

However, as a duke with a great reputation, William, who was actually better at politics than he appeared, quickly grabbed a handful of pebbles on the ground with his hands. He knelt on the beach and looked at his guards and said: "Thank you Lord With my grace, I have taken control of the land of my kingdom!”

Facing the sunshine, a slightly embarrassed William shouted excitedly with a face full of joy: "Now England is in the palm of my hand."

The guards, who had looked worried just now, nodded happily to their leader.

This was a classic moment for William as a statesman, a potentially ominous omen for his possible demise, but William's quick-witted reaction turned it into a god's wish for lasting peace and stability in his reign. blessing of.

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

One day later, the village of Crowhurst, southern England.

The black goat with a long white mark on its face happily chewed the leaves bitten from the tree with half-closed eyes. The peasant women with white scarves on their heads picked the still green fruits from the tree and put them on their own. In the lapels of his clothes, the whole village looked like a busy farming scene.

Tofi's newlywed wife Judith, who has long honey-colored curly hair, laboriously harvested the ripe grains. All the young men in the village have joined the militia.

She licked her chapped lips and looked around. How much she expected Tofi's figure to appear at the entrance of the village. It was the busy farming season. Logically speaking, the king should return them to their hometown. Not just her, but all of them. Village women are all longing for the return of their husbands and sons.

She was very tired at this time. Without men, these women had no choice but to work hard in the fields and do the work that should belong to men if they wanted not to spend the next year in famine.

Unfortunately, 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 a lamb.

Merlin, a little boy wearing a white linen robe, was carrying a bucket of water. The advantage brought by his race allowed him to see the group of hungry wolf-like invaders through the gaps in the leaves. He let out a harsh scream. The scream alarmed the peasant women who were working hard in the fields. They looked in the direction of the scream in panic.

"Start." Now that the prey has been alerted, the invaders no longer hide their figures. Following the order from a leading knight with a black pot hair style, the leaves shook violently, and the Normans broke in. this small village.

The peasant women, realizing what had happened, screamed and hurriedly ran back to the village.

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

The remaining men in the village were too old. Even if a few tried to resist, they would be killed easily and cleanly by these Normans. The rest could only squat on the spot with their hands raised. To show that he would not resist, in order to gain a chance of survival.

The Norman soldiers who broke into the village had already grabbed the peasant women from behind, then put them on their shoulders and threw them to the ground casually, throwing them into a pile.

"Don't kill!" The red-haired knight who had been scolded by Duke William of Normandy when he failed to chop cabbage saw this and quickly stopped him. "As long as they don't resist, don't kill these women." He emphasized again.

But what these soldiers wanted to do was not just killing. One soldier pulled off the skirt of a pretty peasant woman, and the peasant woman's smooth legs were exposed. The peasant woman screamed in panic and gritted her teeth to resist. The soldier impatiently punched him down and wanted to continue the invasion.

The red-haired knight noticed the situation here, angrily ran forward and grabbed the soldier's clothes from behind, dragged him over, punched him, and then beat the soldier who was stunned. Fell to the ground.

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

The peasant woman was so frightened that she fled in a hurry. Without even having time to lift her clothes, she 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 with hooded hair and orange armor. He glanced at Merlin with a sinister look and stopped paying attention to him. Instead, he looked at the messy-haired Æthelwulf. He grabbed him out and made him fall to the ground in embarrassment. Then he pulled out his cold sword and pointed it at Æthelwulf.

Tofi's wife Judith looked helplessly at her father from a distance in the gathering of women, her hands tightly clutching the skirt of her chest. She couldn't help but cover her mouth with her hand to prevent herself from screaming and making the situation worse.

The Jarhead Knight put the knife on Æthelwulf's neck, and then stepped on Æthelwulf's shoulder, making a posture that he would kill him at any time with just a little force. The Anglo-Saxon voice with a distinct Norman accent asked: "Where have all the men gone?"

Æthelwulf looked at him without saying a word. A few seconds later, he was kicked to the ground by the opponent. The Norman soldiers who followed the knight laughed excitedly and cruelly, hiding behind Merlin behind the door couldn't help shrinking back when he saw this situation, hesitating whether to rush out and fight the opponent - but as if telepathically, Aethelwulf's hands behind his back were facing each other. Merlin shook his head repeatedly to stop his impulse.

When Judith saw this situation, she bit her fisted hand with her teeth and forcibly controlled herself not to cry.

After repeated cross-examinations, Æthelwulf remained silent and looked so indifferent that the Jarhead Knight turned his head and called to the red-haired knight: "Aiutelefo! Show them your red hair. Maybe he’ll be willing to tell you.”

Aiutelefer is the descendant of the vicissitudes of the Muggle man who went to Normandy to become a court poet in the Hufflepuff Tavern.