Chapter 638 Disappointment

The bells of the Northern War had sounded, and after plundering the villages of the north coast downstream, the Vikings boarded their ships again, and they went deep into the hinterland and upstream, deep into the forested depths of the Jorvik Valley.

The Vikings under Hardada met their first resistance at Fulford, on the Wednesday before St Matthew's Feast, which also brought back the deposed earl, news that the Vikings were preparing to attack York spread south.

London - Harold's Castle.

After hearing the news from the messenger, Earl Goss Gowinson of Anglia anxiously asked his brother sitting on the throne: "What shall we do?"

"Fight." Harold, the new king of the Anglo-Saxon Kingdom of Wessex, answered the question calmly, "The Vikings are destroying our land and people in our country, and we have no choice. "

Contrary to the calmness shown by the new king, when Harold discovered that just as he disbanded his elite troops and most of the militia, his brother Tosti and the descendants of the fair-haired King Haralda's Norwegian Vikings King Harald the Relentless had been invading for many days, and was so irritated in his heart that he had to send only messengers and conscription officers again to muster the army again, and must muster quickly.

This was a blow to him, beyond his expectations, the only thing he could do was to regroup and let the soldiers directly under him rush northward and join the levies that came along the way in order to take the The Vikings took—and could only optimistically convince themselves that the illegitimate duke of Normandy would not try to cross the English Channel again during the autumn harvest.

On the coast, the fast horse galloped rapidly. The signal soldier who had traveled a long distance fell off his horse and was helped up by the militiamen who greeted him.

The militiamen who had been stationed by the sea for a long time finally received good news, which made the entire camp 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!"

"Anyway, the fighting season is coming to an end, and the harvest time is upon us. 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 brought back by the spies on the other side of the sea, and the militiamen who were still on the Isle of Wight discussed happily while packing their things.

Without anyone's order, they gathered their shields and weapons together - and the Overseer who was staying here did not show any objection to this.

Leofric kissed his palm lightly, patted the shield with this hand, and handed it to the militiaman in charge of collecting supplies with a relaxed expression.

He changed back into the tall and thin farmer and said happily: "I can avoid the vigilante for another year."

"If the speed is fast enough, you can go home after dark." Odegar followed behind them, did not experience war, and none of the villagers he brought died, which made him feel relieved.

Leofric strode forward, clasping the shoulders of his best friend Tofi with both hands, and said with a smile: "He got into the bed of the little wife, and I spent my honeymoon on my own."

Tofei, who himself also resisted the war, fought with him and broke free from his imprisonment.

"Are the large oak trees in the woods by the village of Crowhurst still there? It's where children often climb." Odegar asked lightly, no longer serious and preoccupied before. In fact, as the two successive Kings of England One of the captains of the guards, he almost only had the opportunity to return to his hometown briefly when he used the recruitment of villagers.

"Still." Leofric lowered his head and picked up a snow-white pebble. Although he didn't stay on the Isle of Wight for a long time, and his hometown was not too far from the coastline, he was still homesick for a recruiter. Feelings.

"I really want to climb that tree again." Odegar, who was nearly forty years old, said with some longing.

Just when the farmers had packed their bags and started to gather to return to their hometowns, a few cavalrymen who rushed over from the north made everyone have an ominous premonition.

One of the overseers left behind by the king called Odegar's name mournfully, causing the conscription officer to rush to his direction.

Seeing Odegar's haste, Leocliff shook his head disapprovingly at Tophy, who was showing fear, "Don't worry, it's just a few brats making a fuss." Holding Tofi's shoulders: "Tell you, I really want to see Odegar climbing a tree with that big head shaking."

The worried Tophy was amused by his description, Leocliffe held Tophy's head in his arms, and tapped lightly twice.

"Stop!" The somewhat cold command voice of Aldgar they were familiar with, Leocliff stayed where he was, his eyes rolled slightly, he let out a long breath, the worrying thing really happened.

"Your wives still have to wait until later." Hearing that Odegar's tone changed back to that of the cruel conscription officer, Tofei closed his eyes sadly, but the other party's words continued to penetrate into him. his ears.

"Take up the weapon again." Following Aldegar's order, Leocliffe licked his teeth helplessly, and looked angrily at his buddy who had just opened his eyes and accepted the fact.

In the night, Odegar and other militiamen sat on the coast, looking at the sea and thinking about their own thoughts. Missing pervades the entire camp.

From the news that came, Odegar probably guessed his lord's thoughts: For the king, this is a tricky choice. If the defense of the south coast is abandoned, what if the wind turns and the enemy is killed? However, after autumn, the fighting season of the Normans was over. The king decided to deal with the enemy troops that had already been killed first, and those who did not come had to come later.

Odegar 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 Cliff of Dover, held his staff upside down on the cliff and looked into the crystal ball with slightly comical movements, and the soul energy scurrying around in it looked into the crystal ball. Countless Norman faces loomed.

Allen, who checked the absorption of the soul, sighed, and then received the scene from the three-eyed shadow raven. He patted the non-existent dust on the magic robe, and was ready to go to the battlefield.

But Allen, who had just turned sideways and wanted to leave, suddenly stopped. He narrowed his eyes and looked at a small wooden boat that was heaving and falling with the rough waves in the gloomy sea.

Allen focused his gaze on the sail of the small boat that was waving against the sea wind. A man with long hair was braided into a dreadlock and fluttered in the strong wind. The dirty red turban was a huge The captain's hat is roughly triangular, and the beard is braided into two small braids firmly tied under the chin.

This guy with a strong sense of disobedience is standing on the bow of the boat in the wind, with effeminate smoky eye makeup. What caught Allen's attention was that the clothes on his body were obviously not a product of this time and space, and the clothes in front of him were already dirty and brown. And the captain's coat, which couldn't see the original appearance, was covered with a mandarin jacket. The white linen shirt had a wide open neckline, revealing a bronze chest, and an eighteenth-century short musket and a saber were buckled on the wide belt around his waist.

Although this small boat is dilapidated and small, the technology used on the masts and sails is obviously not what the original wooden boats in the eleventh century can have.