The news of the battle of Fulford had spread throughout England. King Harold, who was now beside Huntington Forest on Ullman Trail, had more "time" than anything else. The soldiers of Crowhurst Village who had marched 200 miles in four days to catch up with the king's army knew what they were going to face. They were getting closer and closer to the invaders that were wreaking havoc in the north.
Harold was also famous on the battlefield. Three years ago, when he was still an earl, he had defeated the Muggle in Hufflepuff's hometown, Wales. But now, as the king, he was facing a major test for the first time. His life and death were on the shoulders of the southern army that was waving their spears through the dense forests of central England.
Because of the continuous journey, the tall and thin Leofrick complained, "My legs are really going to break."
"You choose one. Either you shut up and save your energy, or … you fall down and die." Odega, who was constantly patrolling the army on the way, heard the complaint and walked to Leofrick's side. He glanced at his legs and found that there was no problem.
Leofrick glared at Odega. After he finished speaking, he overtook the conscription officer who was inspecting the front line. "Odega, you always like to bully people."
Odega, who was walking in front, didn't turn his head and scolded loudly. "That's because you always like to complain! Strange, why do we have the same ancestor … "
"Ah … Ah!" Tuo Fei, who had been walking silently beside Leofrick, suddenly screamed and then sat on a tree root on the ground.
Odega, who was interrupted by the scream, raised the shield on his back and then turned around to look at Tuo Fei. "What happened to you?"
"I'm so sorry … Ah!" Tuo Fei took off his boots. Odega pulled his feet over and carefully looked at them. He found that the blisters had completely broken and now it was a mess of flesh and blood.
"I'm not made for marching. Just leave me here …" Tuo Fei's face was full of pain. Although it was in fact only some superficial wounds, he really couldn't continue walking.
"I have to bring everyone, including the children who can fight." Odega deliberately shouted so that the surrounding people could hear and then approached Tuo Fei. "Can you stand up?"
"Barely … Ah! Ah! "Tuo Fei replied and tried to stand up with the help of the other party.
"Don't worry, you'll get better soon." Odega sighed, leaned over, and carried Toffie on his shoulder. He then said to Leovrick, who was looking at his best friend worriedly, "Come, help Toffie with his weapon and shield."
"Odega, you always like to bully people …" Leofrick was still complaining, but he had already taken his best friend's equipment.
September 25, 1066, at Stamford Bridge.
In the viking camp, the skeletons of various cows and sheep were hung on the wooden planks, scraped clean. Animal skins were hung on clotheslines, exposed to the sun. Salted fish were skewered on the rope, waiting to be eaten.
Cage carts were pushed by the local English people to the viking camp. The black and white rabbits in the cages vigilantly widened their eyes, their little noses twitching constantly. The vikings were waiting here for tributes to arrive. In order to satisfy the viking's greed, the unfortunate people near Yorkshire sent their harvest, their livestock, and even their children.
A berserker had just finished enjoying his spoils of war and came out of the tent topless. When he saw the leader outside, he thought of the strange behavior of the higher-ups in the past few days. He could not help but ask his superior, whom he thought he had a good relationship with, "Lynch, why did Hadrada insist that we split up the troops?"
Lynch frowned slightly, looking a little puzzled. But then the gem on his forehead flashed red, making him forget the suspicious point pointed out by his subordinate. He smiled at the berserker. "Isn't it better for us to stay here and receive the hostages? Or do you want to be the unlucky one third to guard the fleet? "
The berserker shrugged. "I just feel that we should be more careful. At least, we shouldn't leave the armor with the fleet. If we want to get it, we have to walk 15 miles …"
"The vikings have won! The north is ours! " The leader of the berserkers, Lynch, did not respond. Instead, he jumped onto a rock and shouted to the surroundings. "The wealth of England will let us prosper!"
The surrounding vikings, including the berserker who had raised his doubts, also shouted under Lynch's lead.
The Yorkshiremen led their ponies and herded their cows and sheep. All of them bowed their heads as they delivered them into the hands of the vikings. The mothers grieved as they hugged their children in the cage carts. They could not bear to send them away, nor could they imagine their fates. But now, the vikings had pulled them away.
At this moment, a commotion from afar on the other side of the Derwent River made the vikings realize that something was amiss.
It only took Harold seven or eight days to gather his soldiers and march from London to York, which was 200 miles away. There was no doubt that Harold's troops moved quickly. Catching the enemy off guard was their most powerful weapon.
The ordinary viking soldiers thought that what awaited them were unarmed and defenseless commoners. In the end, they were shocked.
They did not expect Harold to be able to march north so quickly. Under the effect of the enslavement gemstones, the army was caught off guard. Fortunately, the river blocked the path of the English. There was only a broken wooden bridge that was wide enough for two to three people to cross the river at the same time.
Tosti, who was familiar with England's military tactics, suggested that the vikings should take advantage of their light armor and their ability to travel long distances. They should first retreat to the vicinity of the ships 15 miles away and rendezvous with the remaining soldiers. Then, they would use the ships and the guards to cover them before engaging in a decisive battle.
Under the influence of magic, Harar refused. However, the Heartless, who was good at fighting, was not a fool as long as he was not under Harar's control. He sent the strongest berserker guards to guard the bridge and buy time for the other troops to assemble. These burly men in bearskins did not need to wear armor. Each of them was strong enough to hold the fort.
As the leader of the berserkers, Lynch did not realize that his good condition was due to the wizards. However, he still felt that he should take some responsibility for this action. He stopped his subordinates who wanted to get on the bridge and shook his head. "I don't need you on a day like today. I have Odin's protection!" He pointed to the red gemstone on his forehead. Then, he tore off his bearskin and outer clothes and threw them to the ground. His upper body was bare, revealing his strong muscles. He only wore a viking-style butterfly helmet. In each hand, he held a giant axe that an ordinary viking Warrior would need two hands to wield. He walked to the middle of the bridge.
With half of his face covered by the helmet, Lynch looked coldly at the English and encouraged their morale. He stuck out his tongue and licked his lips like a wild beast waiting for its prey to come to its door. At this moment, there was no longer any trace of his previous cunning and gentleness. Now, he was just a viking Warrior standing alone on this small wooden bridge, facing the Anglo Saxons' army of tens of thousands.
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