The bells of war in the north had rung. After plundering the villages along the north coast, the Vikings once again boarded their ships. They sailed into the hinterland and swam upstream into the depths of the dense forests in the Yorwick Valley.
The Vikings led by Hardeada encountered their first resistance in Fulford on the Wednesday before St. Matthew's Feast, which brought back the deposed Earl. The news that the Vikings were preparing to attack York spread to the south.
Harold's castle, London.
After hearing the news from the messenger, Gosse Gervinson, the Earl of Anglia, anxiously asked his brother who was sitting on the throne, "What should we do?"
"Fight." The new King of the Anglo Saxon-Wessex Kingdom, Harold, calmly answered the question. "The Vikings have destroyed our land and our people in our kingdom. We have no choice."
Contrary to the calm of the new King, when Harold discovered that while he had disbanded his best troops and most of his militia, Harald the Ruthless, descendant of his brother Tosti and of Haralda the Blonde, had been invading for many days, he was so angry that he had to send out messengers and recruiters again to raise an army, and to do it quickly.
This was a blow to his confidence. The only thing he could do was to rally his men and have them rush north to meet up with the recruiters along the way, hoping to take down the Vikings. The only thing he could do was to convince himself that the bastard Duke of Normandy would not attempt to cross the English Channel during the autumn harvest season.
Fast horses galloped along the coast. The messengers, who had traveled a long distance, fell from their horses and were helped up by the militiamen.
The militiamen, who had been camped on the coast for a long time, finally received a piece of good news. This news brought peace to the camp.
"The Normans are not coming. They encountered a great storm and were shipwrecked!"
"The Church is on their side, but it seems that the Lord is with us!"
"In any case, the fighting season is coming to an end and the harvest season is coming. It's time for us militiamen to disarm and return to our fields. "
The news of the Normans crossing the sea and encountering a sudden storm was sent back by the spies on the other side of the sea. The remaining militiamen on the Isle of Wight gathered their things and discussed happily.
Without any orders, they gathered their shields and weapons together. The warlord who remained here did not show any objection.
Leovrik kissed his palm gently and patted his shield with it. He looked relaxed as he handed it to the militiamen in charge of gathering supplies.
Leovrik, he said happily, "I can hide from the militia for another year."
"If you're fast enough, you can go home by nightfall." Odegar followed them. He had not experienced a war, and none of the villagers he brought with him. He was relieved.
Leofrick strode forward and grabbed the shoulders of his best friend, Tuo Fei, with both hands. He teased, "He crawls into his wife's bed while I enjoy my honeymoon by myself."
Toffey, who was also very resistant to war, fought with him to break free of his shackles.
`Are the great oaks still standing in the woods of Crowhurst? . that's where the children often climb. " Odegar was no longer as serious and worried as before. In fact, as one of the guards of the two kings of England, he only had the opportunity to return to his hometown when he was recruiting villagers.
"Yes." Leovrick lowered his head and picked up a snow-white pebble. Even though he hadn't been on the Isle of Wight for long and his hometown wasn't too far away from the coastline, he still felt homesick for the conscription officer.
"I really want to climb that tree again." Odegar, who was almost forty years old, said with some yearning.
Just as the farmers had packed their bags and were preparing to return to their hometowns, a few cavalrymen came from the north and gave everyone a bad feeling.
A military governor left behind by the king mournfully shouted Odegar's name, causing the military recruitment officer to quickly run in his direction.
Leovrik looked at Odegar who was in a hurry. He shook his head and said to Tuo Fei who was frightened, "Don't worry, it's just a few kids making a fuss." After saying that, he grabbed Tuo Fei's shoulder and said, "Let me tell you, I really want to see how Odegar shakes his head and climbs the tree."
Tuo Fei who was worried was amused by his description. Leovrik held Tuo Fei's head in his arms and gently knocked it twice.
"Stop!" They were familiar with Odegar's cold command. Leovrik stayed in the same place. His eyes moved slightly. He took a deep breath. The thing that he was worried about had happened.
"Your wives and harvests will have to wait a little longer." Hearing Odegar's tone changed back to the cold military officer, Tuo Fei closed his eyes sadly. However, the words of the other party were still coming into his ears.
"Pick up your weapons again." Following Odegar's command, Leovrik helplessly licked his teeth. He looked at his best friend who had just opened his eyes and accepted the fact.
In the night, Odegar and the other militiamen sat on the coast. They looked at the sea and thought about their own worries. The atmosphere was heavy and stagnant. Everyone was disappointed and sad that they could not go home and had to continue fighting. The missing of their families filled the entire camp.
From the news that came, Odegar could roughly guess the thoughts of his lord. For the king, this was a difficult choice. If he gave up the defense of the south coast, what if the wind changed the direction of the enemy's attack? However, the battle season of the Normans should have ended by autumn. The king had decided to deal with the enemy who had already arrived. He would have to deal with the enemy who did not come.
Odegar had no other choice. As a low-level military officer who was not a knight, he could only follow orders.
At this time, after absorbing the souls of the soldiers on the sea, Allen returned to the White Cliff of Dover. On the cliff, he raised his staff upside down and looked into the crystal ball with a slightly comical action. The soul energy in the crystal ball was scattered all over the place, faintly showing the faces of countless Normans.
Allen sighed as he looked at the situation of absorbing the souls. After that, he received the image from the three-eyed shadow raven. He lightly patted the non-existent dust on his magic robe and prepared to go to the battlefield.
However, just as Allen was about to turn around and leave, he suddenly stopped. He narrowed his eyes and looked at a small wooden boat that was moving up and down along with the turbulent waves on the gloomy sea.
Allen focused his gaze on the sail of the small boat that was fluttering in the sea breeze. A man with long hair braided into dirty braids danced in the strong wind. The dirty red headscarf was a huge, almost triangular captain's hat, and the beard braided into two small braids was firmly tucked under his chin.
This man who gave off a strong sense of dissonance was standing at the bow of the boat against the wind. He had a somewhat effeminate smoky eye makeup on his face. The reason that attracted Allen's attention was that his clothes were obviously not of this time and space. The man in front of him was wearing a captain's coat that was so dirty that its original appearance could not be seen. Inside, he wore a white linen shirt with a mandarin jacket. The collar was wide open, revealing a bronze chest. On the wide belt around his waist was an eighteenth-century musket and a military knife.
Although the small boat was shabby and small, the technology used on the masts and sails was obviously not something that the primitive wooden boats of the eleventh century could possess.
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