Vikings: Journey of the Juggernaut

Chapter 63 The Arrogant Mist Crow Man
"The Red-Eyed Crow Flag is the raiding party of the Northern Mist Crow Tribe."

On the shore, a large number of Vikings were holding ales and chatting with each other.

"The big guy in chain armor at the head is Commander Bassomo, known as the iron-backed giant. His strength is very terrifying."

"The warriors of Mist Crow are also very powerful. Earl Shaggy, it seems that a helper who can avenge you has arrived."

Everyone's eyes turned to a large, disheveled man who was sitting outside the tent drinking alone. This leader returned in defeat when he conquered a monastery a few days ago, losing more than thirty men.

His nickname is Shaggy Monster, and he is known as 'the strongest wrestler in the West'.

"Mistcrow people?"

The slovenly man raised his head and looked at the Mist Crow warriors who were mooring the warship and walking to the shore. He saw that there were about seventy powerful warriors, and they were led by the war commander. They were indeed powerful helpers.

Of course, such manpower is not enough to conquer the monastery that has collected a lot of money from the surrounding towns. When his friend Bjorn comes over, everything will be safe.

More than thirty soldiers died, and the monastery must be spared and must pay the price in blood.

"Commander Bartholomew, Captain Sophia, and Captain Staff, long time no see." A slender blond man with neatly styled clothes and hair greeted the Mist Crow warriors along the coast.

"Kalic, long time no see."

The three captains of Mist Crow replied that the man in front of them was Earl Hurricane's right-hand man, nicknamed Blond Hair, and was responsible for taking care of the business in Western Europe.

"Still the old rule, let's have some food and drink first?" Kalic asked with a smile.

"Of course." Bartholomew nodded.

"Prepare fine food and wine for our brave Mistcrow warriors."

Kalic turned back to his subordinates and then asked Bartholomew, "Are you interested in a little more challenge in this raid?"

The land in Scandinavia is barren and far inferior to this land in Western Europe. If you want to take root here, you will naturally not be able to rely on the power of an earldom alone. You will need countless Viking raiders to continuously break into this kingdom. To destroy one stronghold after another.

"Tell me."

Bartholomew gestured, and the soldiers around him rushed to find a place to sit down, and slaves followed suit with food and wine.

After sailing at sea for so many days, they only ate dried cod. They had not eaten hot food for a long time. When they saw the beef and mutton being cooked, everyone's eyes were a little impatient.

"Ivington Abbey in Cambridgeshire, with the continuous raids by Viking warriors, the rich men of nearby towns have recently deposited their money in that monastery. According to the reliable information we have observed, Ivington Abbey has deposited at least [-] coins. Above the silver coins." Kalic raised three fingers.

"Thirty thousand silver coins?" Bassomo's eyes changed slightly. In the past, he only robbed three to five thousand silver coins during a trip. Moreover, these coastal counties have been robbed completely in the past ten years and there is little money left. .

Today's raiding parties are plundering in Cambridge and other counties that are deeper into the land.Those towns and monasteries with weak security forces were looted again and again, and there were also oil and water companies with a lot of security forces.

"Yes, it's just a conservative estimate." Kalic nodded, "But there are more than 500 guards there. It's best to have several raid teams working together. A few days ago, Earl Longhair led his men there alone. I tried it, but the loss was not small.”

Faced with the temptation of [-] silver coins, Bassomo's first reaction was also to take it for his own raiding team. Such a significant harvest would be enough to reach the peak of his reputation after returning, and even directly win the position of leader.

However, upon hearing that the Long-haired Earl had failed, he suppressed his inner impulse. The guard strength of more than 500 people was indeed impossible for his family to take down.Even if we win, we will pay a heavy price.

"Barsomo, please cooperate with me." The strong man with disheveled hair came over, "I still have about eighty people left, plus your people, plus Count Bear, who will be here soon. The three families combined are enough to take over Ivington Abbey, and each of us can share tens of thousands of silver coins, which is enough for you to make a lot of money from this trip."

"I have to discuss it with my captains." Bartholomew did not give a definite answer.

"Well, you should eat and drink first."

"I'm waiting for your news."

The blond Kalic and the long-haired Earl Pandev each said something and then left respectively.

……

"It's really fertile land."

Itiya picked up a handful of soil from the ground, her eyes flashed with bright light, and at a glance, this land was full of land suitable for planting.Unlike in Scandinavia, except for a few farms, what is scooped up is half sand and half soil.

"The gods allowed us to be born in a barren land, but they also gave us strong bodies. Although these Western Europeans don't have to worry about food, they are far less strong than us." Sam, the old warrior, continued.

"Can those great warriors from Western Europe use berserk?" Jakam asked.

"No, at least I haven't seen it." The old warrior shook his head, "This is probably the power integrated in our blood. Berserkers are unique to the Vikings."

"How are the strengths of Western European warriors divided?" Jackam asked again.

The veteran warrior replied: "Their trainee knights are equivalent to our trainee raiders, the formal knights are equivalent to raiders, and the knight captains with titles are equivalent to raider warriors. Some titled knights with famous nicknames are not as powerful as berserkers and war commanders." wait."

"What famous titled knights are there?" Jackham suddenly became interested.

The old warrior took a sip of malt wine and said with a smile: "The commander-in-chief of the Iron Guard of the Kingdom of this land, known as the Sword of Dawn, is a very powerful guy. Many Viking raiders have suffered losses at his hands. ." "The food is here, let's talk while eating."

Seeing large pieces of meat being brought up, the soldiers began to feast.

"This meal is worth a lot of money!" When Jackham saw the long table filled with beef, mutton, pork, venison... and all kinds of wine, he suddenly worried about the raiding team's pockets.

"It is indeed more expensive than in Scandinavia, but no matter how much it is worth, since we are here to plunder, this may be the last meal we eat. Of course, we must eat well."

"It's a really heavy topic."

"Haha... Boy, being able to die in battle is the honor of being a warrior. It would be sad to die of old age."

"Not bad, cheers!"

There were smiling faces mixed with laughter, and the cups in their hands were all raised.

……

In the evening, the Mist Crow warriors who had eaten and drank enough were resting on the ground when a burst of lively voices suddenly came to their ears.

"Count Bjorn the Bear is here!"

Everyone looked up and saw more than 120 figures walking along the shore. Next to the tall man like an iron tower was the young and strong warrior who had fought with Jekham at Taghwan Port.

Another sumptuous meal was quickly served at the camp. While they were eating and drinking, Earl Bear and his son Bjorn came over to say hello.

"After the robbery, do you dare to fight with me again?" Little Bjorn was obviously very unconvinced by the last defeat.

"It's no problem if you come a hundred times." Jecam's eyes were raised to the sky. For such a defeated general, any hesitation would be disrespectful to his own strength.

"And who is Rayleigh? Is he very strong? I want to imitate him in wearing a hat?" The Son of Man-Bear glanced at several young warriors in his sight, "By the way, let him compete with me later..."

puff...

With laughter, Jackham spit out a mouthful of wine.

"Why are you laughing?" The son of the Man-Bear said dissatisfiedly. From the corner of his eye, he saw the fogcrow warriors around him smiling faintly, and his heart was filled with doubts.

"I'm laughing at you for not overestimating your abilities." Jackham shook his head, "You can't even beat me, but you still want to compete with Rayleigh, and you don't even look in the mirror to see how good you are."

The son of a bear snorted coldly and ignored the guy with eyes above his head. He noticed a figure with a bamboo hat hanging behind his back and a pair of sharp eagle eyes. He asked tentatively: "Are you Rayleigh?"

"Yeah." Eagle Eyes responded.

The young Western warrior straightened his strong body and raised his head: "Can you tell me what I look like?"

"Rookie level." Rayleigh replied casually.

"..."

The surrounding area suddenly burst into laughter.

"You..." The son of a human bear turned red and white, and left with a heavy snort.

"Rayleigh, you are already a mature Viking raider." The surrounding Mistcrow warriors all raised their glasses towards the monster.

"Ah."

Rayleigh raised his glass and took a sip of wine. He walked out of the north and faced completely unfamiliar Viking forces and warriors. Humility was not respected by them.

Outside the northern border, arrogance is the normal mode of conversation. Of course, one must be strong enough to be worthy of this arrogance.

Otherwise, sooner or later, people will laugh out loud and fall on their faces.

It doesn't matter if you're in the North. The tribes all know each other very well. When everyone hears that you are a warrior of the Mist Crow, they will all have a bit of respect. There is no need to be deliberately arrogant.

On the other side, Commander Bartholomew, Captain Staff and Sophia, and after discussing with Earl Bear and Earl Shaggy for a while, announced that the three parties had formed a wartime alliance under the witness of Odin, the King of Gods. Together they conquered Ivington Abbey in Cambridgeshire, and the spoils were divided equally among the three parties.

Wartime alliance: This means that each party must not betray during the battle, and must go all out to assist each other in offense and defense.

After the three captains came back, they introduced the situation to the soldiers:
"Ivington Abbey has about five hundred soldiers, and our three-party alliance war group has a total of about 270 soldiers. Although the opponent has twice as many soldiers, with the elite level of Viking warriors like us, we can win this A monastery full of treasures would be more than enough.”

"This monastery is surrounded by water on three sides. When the time comes, our Mist Crow Raid will attack along the river from the west, and will be led by the soldiers from the camp. The other two counts will attack along the river from the east and north respectively."

"That's the general situation. Let's all go to bed early and start a raid tomorrow morning!"

(End of this chapter)