The enemy did not leave, and the Russian soldiers who stayed at the original front did not dare to really relax their guard.
As more and more Balmok friendly troops crossed the river, the momentum of the army became stronger.
This, King Aynred of Northumbria, who brought the bishop himself to negotiate peace with him, could clearly see it all with his naked eyes.
The horse's hooves trampled on the blood-stained summer grass, and the sight of dead or dying corpses on the ground shocked him. If he hadn't had enough concentration, he would have vomited them out.
At least the Bishop of York was clutching the silver cross on his chest. He suddenly retched many times. The accompanying little priest could only cling to the large wooden cross and kept reciting. The scriptures force myself to cheer myself up.
"They will never kill the envoy. If they find out that the king himself is coming, they should maintain basic courtesy." Thinking of this, the Bishop of York looked at the king himself.
Eynred at least seems to be keeping a great deal of calm, I hope this is indeed the case.
If this great king dies, the throne of Northumbria will definitely be cheaper than Osbot in the north. But, can the army led by that man withstand the barbarian army?
The further they advanced, the more dead bodies there were, and Eynred's mood became more and more complicated.
The corpses of war horses appeared in front of them, and the dense rain of arrows on the ground looked like ears of wheat waiting to be harvested, although only the territory in the far south of Wessex had a variety of spring wheat.
As the distance increased, Rurik could see Eynred's face clearly with the naked eye.
Although there was only a very brief encounter last year, Rurik was not sure whether it was the king himself.
Wait, what is that man doing? !
I saw that the man took off the wooden prosthetic leg of his left arm, showed the severed arm, and then took off his helmet.
"It is indeed the king himself." Rurik nodded, and immediately called the grain officer Paul to his side to whisper a few words, and then ordered Jevro to bring the king who was bound to fail to him.
The group of them went forward in a hurry, but Paul, the grain officer, was trembling with great nervousness.
Magnut, who had proclaimed himself king, squinted his eyes and looked at him: "Rurik, is that their king? Now I am the master of this land. Very good, you take that I killed him to avoid further trouble." Rurik was really shocked: "Father, why bother? It's just a dog with a broken spine. Keep him as yours." "Is it necessary?"
"It is necessary, at least for the time being, when he finally loses his usefulness." "It's not too late."
"Oh, I'm afraid your kindness is inappropriate." Magnut stroked his son-in-law's hair and said, "If my daughter Noren was here, she would probably be here." He would also advise me like this. Well, if this man doesn’t surrender to us, kill him and his wife.His army is not a problem for you and me. ”
This is like the defeated Celtic king personally surrendering to Caesar. Whether to kill or behead all depends on the victor’s mind.
Eynred saw that the Vikings also The messengers were sent, and they were a group of madmen with blood-stained robes!
Why was there a man in black robes among them?
The two sides were communicating with each other. Finally started, Eynred was still riding his horse, his attitude was really arrogant, he looked down at Jevro and others like a winner.
"You! Come down here! "Jevluo pointed directly with his sword.
The grain officer Paul immediately translated, but his soothing tone was completely incompatible with Jevluo's domineering attitude.
"Why should I Want to dismount? I am the King of Northumbria! You are just a barbarian general, you should be dismounted. "
Hearing this, Jevro was not angry either. He turned his hand and slashed the horse's leg with his sword. Eynred immediately fell off the horse and was pinned to the grass by the soldiers who came forward. The priest and the priest were caught off guard. The Bishops of York are under control.
“You are a bunch of villains! Don't be so powerless! I am the king! Let me tell you Rurik, he is just a duke, and I am the king! "
Jevro finally understood what he said. After the king was pulled up, he slowly took off his helmet, revealing his black hair and his head with a North Asian style.
“Ah! Is it you? ! ”
“It’s me. ”
In the whole of Britain, only the inner city of Londinium (London) still lives in a group of noble Roman remnants, and they are all black-haired people. There are black-haired Vikings among the Vikings. It has nothing to do with the Romans.
Ryurik had a well-respected guard beside him. Eynred noticed the man's black hair, and he also knew that he was short. The tall man is really a ruthless man.
Yevluo didn’t want to say anything, so he said: “My master is Rurik. Now my master has said that if you negotiate, you will give up everything. The armaments are heading to our military formation. If you veto, I have the master's authorization to kill you now, and your last army will be wiped out as well. "
Eynred knew that what this man said was true. He was risking his life by coming to mediate.
"I want to see your master. Now, you Disarmed me. "
The king's obedience really surprised Jevlo, so he called on his men to strip him down to his clothes, and finally tried to tie his only right arm with a rope.
However, , those priests were in bad luck.
Because Rurik's order was too simple, just to bring the king himself back.
The little priests were all killed, and York was shocked. Facing the bloody sword, the bishop suddenly closed his eyes and waited for his miserable fate. The result was that his head fell to the ground...
Eynred's heart was broken by the sudden change, and he glared with grief and indignation. that vikingThe warrior sighed deeply again.
He lamented: "Do you still think that I can strangle your young duke to death with one hand? My life is in your hands, why do you need to tie my right arm."
p>Yevluo didn’t say anything, and finally simply put a rope around his neck and walked back to his military formation like he was leading a cow or horse.
At this moment, the kingdom soldiers and peasant soldiers watching from a distance witnessed all this, and naturally thought that the king had been killed, and immediately began to flee on a large scale.
In the end, only more than a hundred people and the last dozen or so cavalry saw clearly that the king was being led away like an animal, and they cried in grief while waiting for the final news.
Eynred was determined to die, and he had only one request to make to Rurik.
The defeated king stepped through a large pile of dead Northumbrian warriors and finally entered the Viking formation.
When he really entered here, he did not feel that these people were simply barbaric. The enemy maintained a very strange orderliness. A large group of neatly dressed warriors stood neatly with large bucklers, seemingly building a passage.
Rurik, Arik, Magnut, Biyoni and others stood at the end of the "road". Behind it are the ships parked densely on the Maas River, and the towering masts of the big ships even create huge shadows. A large number of temperaments are swaying and sounding fiercely in the wind.
"Stand back first." Rurik ordered casually.
In the blink of an eye, the calm-faced King looked down at the defeated king and said in Saxon: "Your defeat is fate. Broken-armed Eynred, our army is here again. This time Once, York is already in our hands."
This Rurik is still a handsome boy. When we meet again after a year, this boy is more like a pure man, but a very fierce man. The handsome face has deep eyes, and the eyes reveal great ambition. Rurik can actually speak Saxon. Although his accent is a bit strange, he can basically understand it.
Eynred took another look at York, where the orange king's flag should have been flying, but now it was the Russian flag with a white background and blue stripes called "Oar", and even a flag with the words Flag of huge bird.
Seeing his hesitation, Rurik immediately introduced his father-in-law and brother-in-law.
For Biyongni, this down-and-out king is an acquaintance.
This was naturally the first time Magnute met him. For a defeated person, his first request was to order him to kneel down and surrender.
"I have taken possession of your royal city. This is the new territory of our Balmoks. You must surrender to me, otherwise, you will be killed."
At least to An unshaven old man surrendered, and Eynred felt quite satisfied. But this old man actually wanted to humiliate his own personality.
"Just kill me." Eynred turned his face and closed his eyes.
The furious Magnute wanted to take action himself, but was stopped by Rurik.Because this situation is not in line with his original intention.
Rurik comforted his father-in-law: "After all, our Russian army completed this battle independently. It was my people who defeated him. It is up to me to decide how to deal with it."
" This... okay."
Whoever has the greatest merit has the most say. Viking society follows this culture, and even Magnute cannot violate tradition. Of course, no one thought it was honorable to actually kill an enemy leader with a rope around his neck.
Rurik signaled his men to untie all the restraints of Eynred, and pointed into the distance: "You are a proud king, but your subordinates have betrayed you. You are already alone, Logically speaking, we shouldn't give you any courtesy."
"So what are your conditions?" Eynred asked immediately.
"You are a smart man, and you guessed my intention at once. Killing you will indeed do no good to us, and even the war itself can be avoided, but when we land You are not here at all. This is your responsibility! If you sacrifice yourself when our fleet arrives, cede the land and pay tribute, this bloody battle will be avoided. But it is not too late to do so. ."
This is a perfect statement of the victor’s hypocrisy and arrogance!
But Aynred had nothing to say, and then thought about it and asked: "So, I became a tool in your hands."
Rurik smiled. Meaning: "Exactly. I plan to have a peace negotiation. I wonder what you think."
This is simply an olive branch from Satan. Is it worth believing?
If he was truly brave, Eynred would have led the last warrior to fight to the death, or he would have madly angered his opponent and killed him. But he didn't. He didn't want this from the beginning, but it was impossible for him to put down his noble body and do the groveling behavior of a humble servant.
"Peace talks? Of course. However, I must hold peace talks with your equal king as a king."
After saying this, Eynred's eyes Immediately he looked at Magnute, who had proclaimed himself king.
Originally, according to Magnute’s intention, why are you talking nonsense with this guy? Cut him down and seize his territory.
After all, Rurik thought long-term. He did not ask that the Balmoks who colonized Northumbria, who should be classified as Norwegians in the broad sense, would really be able to control the land they owned because of a treaty. To live peacefully in the new land, at least the Balmoks must first use several years of management to establish a solid core of governance on the island. The Principality of Rus will not rule here. What Rurik needs is a new source of goods to do business, and even let a group of Balmoks from Narvik Port immigrate to Britain, so that he can infiltrate Balmoks with influence. Replaced by the old place.
What seems to be the beauty of becoming someone else is naturally Rose’s consideration for the future.
Rurik is willing to be a guarantor so that a peace treaty can last at least two or three years.
The wilderness is notThe best place for peace talks is naturally the palace in York.
Ernred crossed the Meuse River in a Viking longboat. He saw the big ships one after another with his own eyes. He was astonished and envious.
He wanted to know if the city of York had become a hell on earth, and the result was not much different from hell.
Vikings with colorful braids are everywhere. They bare their arms and deliberately show off their tattoos.
Many young women worked silently, and women's screams and cries were heard from time to time.
Eynred closed his eyes and kept blaming himself for his sins. As a king, he led heavy troops to the border with the Mercian army, but the royal city was easily occupied by them and reduced to this situation.
He simply asked Rurik hastily and with grief and anger: "These are my people, and you actually treat them as slaves."
Rurik shrugged and turned his head. Said: "This is how your ancestors dealt with the Picts. Well, they are not slaves. At least our army will occupy this place forever. Young men have no wives. You are not a qualified king, and our men are not villains." , we have our own principles."
"You! You are barbarians." Eynred grinned.
Rurik became anxious when he heard this, and choked back: "Because we don't believe in your gods?"
"This..."
"I'm surprised, why didn't you ask me about your son? I'm not stupid enough to kill Ella. By the way, your unclean queen is also alive now."
Ernred was stunned on the spot, and remained unmoved even as the soldiers pushed him. He stared at Rurik with dull eyes, and for a moment he shed two lines of hot tears, and squeezed out a thank you for a long time.
This was originally the stone room where Aynred summoned generals and discussed political affairs, but now the people standing there are Vikings from afar.
The rough square table was placed in the middle, with Rurik and Magnut sitting on one side, and Eynred sitting on the other side.
The atmosphere of the entire negotiation was full of the arrogance of a winner, but Eynred was not a groveling person.
Of course Rurik was prepared for the coalition's request, but Eynred, who had just sat down, immediately became angry: "Where is my son! I want to see Ella!"
"Of course. After the negotiation is over, your father and son will naturally be reunited." Rurik said casually.
"No!" Eynred suddenly became angry: "I must see him now. Rurik, prove your own honesty, let Ella stand by my side, and I will negotiate with you."
"Presumptuous! The failed king." Arik, who was standing aside, suddenly drew his sword. Although he could not understand the Saxon language of the island, he knew that the king was quibbling.
Rurik twisted his temples, looked at Magnute with an old face, and casually ordered: "Here, bring the prince out. Biyoni, let your toys come out too. Let’s meet, after all, she is the king’s woman.”
A moment later., Ella really had to be led out. When the boy saw his father, he burst into tears and rushed over to his father's arms.
Eynred was also crying, but after a while, he saw her out of the corner of his eye.
"It's the queen. It's the unclean queen. What is this woman doing now?!"
Even if she puts on a barbarian's fur clothing and a Viking's With braided hair, Eynred still knew the face of Queen Anna.
After all, she is an unclean woman serving a new master.
Looking at Biyongni who pulled her out again, this tall, bald man with a pattern on his head, just gave an order, and this unclean woman actually knelt down on her knees and sat sideways. On the ground, sitting at the feet of this strong man, a big hand casually moved his chin and stroked his hair.
Her eyes were dull, and she showed no expression even though she saw herself.
Eynred estimated that this woman’s soul had completely dissipated and became an empty shell owned by the Vikings. And this tall and terrifying man was about to pull over, purely because of humiliation. Considering the current situation, Eynred couldn't even curse. He would not make any overreaction for a woman who had betrayed him long ago and was now insane. He just wanted to do his best to preserve the existence of Northumbria, even if his territory was severely reduced.
But wait! Maybe this army of barbarians...
"Yes! Why must I, Northumbria, bear all the suffering alone?! Wiglaf of Mercia is all caused by you, a villain. I almost destroyed the country. I want to take revenge on you!”