Chapter 204： Radical, conservative, infighting and violent

In the big tent, Ragnar took the broken sword from the ground and solemnly expressed his opinion to Hafgen: "Leader, I think we should continue northward and we should continue to raid Mellaren. We now have three thousand. People, when we get another victory, we will immediately withdraw, and we will be able to deal a severe blow to the enemy."

However, Ragner's proposal was indifferent to everyone.

At this moment, no one made a statement about his proposal, and even his eyes showed rejection.

The leader, Hafgen, felt that his strategic goal had been achieved, that is, now that he made the decision to retreat, which would definitely make this young man angry or disadvantage him.

Hafgen deliberately asked the left and right: "Everyone, what do you think? Will you continue to attack?"

Seeing that everyone was still indifferent, Hafgen asked further: "Didn't you looted a lot of cattle and sheep? You see, this brave Ragnar defeated the elite of the enemy, and he must be able to defeat even more powerful enemies. With him, we can continue to win. You put the captured cattle and sheep here, and I will send someone to help you watch. In this way, the army can go north without worry."

Originally, according to tradition, the tribes participating in joint operations need to hand over part of the spoils to the leader, because this is the power of the leader.

It’s good now. If you continue to expand the results, the large amount of loot previously obtained will be kept by the leader. Will the commanding leader return it? He will definitely not return it.

The vision of many allies is short-sighted, or in other words, they are not so ambitious. They just looked at the meaning of the leader with the most troops.

The Gotland, the second most powerful, is actually a joint force organized by a group of family members, and the personnel inside are also concealed in their hearts.

It seemed that Ragnar was the only one resolutely clamoring to continue northward to expand the results, and the rest of them all did not cooperate.

Finally, after estimating the attitude of the leader, everyone began to express their opinions.

"Oh! Keep going north, forget it! If the Mellaren people organize an army, we will win, and many people will die."

"Leader, now is not the time for a decisive battle. You should understand that the Mälaren can organize 10,000 people. If you choose a decisive battle, we should act in March next year and spend the entire winter to organize the troops."

Some people in Gotland also stated: "It is indeed out of date. Now is the trading period of the Northern Alliance. If you attack them at this time, you will declare war with all the northern tribes. They will unite as never before, and they will destroy our island first. "

As for the Osloites, they didn’t even think about the new enemy: “Our employment relationship is over. We won’t fight for you again, we just want to go home.”

The Oslo mercenaries were the first to bluntly request to retreat. With this number one, they immediately attracted many allied commanders to announce their retreat.

Allies announced one after another and they would accept it when they were good, but Ragnar still insisted.

"Are you guys cowards?" Ragnar gritted his teeth. "Are they organizing ten thousand people faster, or are we rushing over now? Remember, we are three thousand people!"

A brawny man with a beard stepped forward and shook his head: "We are not cowards. And you are not the leader. Why must we continue to go north?"

"We can clearly earn greater wealth and greater honor."

"Forget it, young man. You want to keep fighting for honor, that's your business. Now I just want to take back what we got."

"No, you are cowards." Ragnar saw that they were unwilling to cooperate, what else could they do except curse?

But his words really angered the commanders of many tribes.

Another yelled: "Hey! Son of Sigurd. Rather than want to attack the Mellaren, consider your own. We haven't settled your account yet!"

"You?" Ragnar stepped forward, the chain mail on his chest already pressed against the man's leather armor. "Oh, I know you guys, a bunch of cowards."

"Coward? Maybe we should fight again."

Ragnar did not dare to face this kind of provocation: "Okay, the new leader who told you, come and stand up against me. No matter who you change, I can cut off that person's head. You, all It's a bunch of cowards." After that, Ragnar turned his head and took a sputum. Roar again: "Coward!"

"You! Damn it."

Ragnar was pushed and shoved a little bit in a hurry. When he reacted, his fist slammed up.

The provocateur was immediately beaten up with a nosebleed, and then he went into a mess.

The people gathered in this makeshift tent, although they belong to the Danish alliance, the interior is never a piece of steel. The most powerful Robard tribe used force and economic means to force the tribes to respect themselves as their leaders and avoid internal disputes as much as possible under their governance.

Hundreds of years of blood feuds, how could it be eliminated because Hafgen became the leader. To put it bluntly, Denmark is still in the period of the tribal alliance, and everyone has a high degree of unity only when they are unanimous.

Carrying their own hatred, the commanders of the two armies fought in front of the leader.

Ragnar relied on his youth and vigor, and when he was separated from others, he had already made a lot of money.

At this moment, the disadvantaged commander was already bloody, and he blushed and yelled: "I will tell my master that you are blatantly provoking. It is you who provoked the war, and you tore up the truce. Wait for death."

"Okay!" Ragnar was even more unconvinced. "We all cut down those Frankish cavalry, afraid of you?"

Hafgen, the leader of the chaotic scene, was very uncomfortable.

"Shut up!"

With the roar of a lion from Hafgen, the turbulent crowd finally calmed down.

Obviously, the current Ragnar has been isolated because of his own intentions and blood-stained fists.

The young man’s dissatisfaction, Hafgen looked in his eyes, and he clapped his hands to draw everyone’s attention: "So far, we should not have infighting. Since most of you are determined to retreat, I can’t say anything. ."

As he said, Hafgen deliberately looked at Ragner's eyes: "Son of Sigurd, you calm down. Actually, I am willing to continue to attack the north."

"Really? You order now and we continue to fight. I really can't figure out that the people here are actually satisfied because they have captured some cattle." Ragnar said with a suffocated breath.

"Hehe, how could it be so simple." Hafgen made a deliberate smile and began to explain a very realistic thing.

It is said that if this 3,000-man Danish coalition continues to fight, the time for the army to engage the enemy will be early June.

If the Danish army launches a surprise attack, it may win a big victory. Wouldn't the enemy gather a crowd to counterattack?

Can the battle be over in a short time?

It definitely won't.

The fighting is likely to be delayed by the Northern Alliance’s large-scale counterattacks. If the war cannot be declared over in July, the result will be catastrophic.

Early August is the wheat harvest season in Jutland. Once the wheat harvest is disturbed, many people simply cannot survive the long winter.

Even the so-called strong Lobad tribe does not have food reserves for the whole tribe to eat for a year without labor.

"Ragna, do you really think the Northern Alliance is weak? As long as we attack the Mellaren, we must be prepared to fight the entire Northern Alliance, and the war may last for several months. Is it your father Sigurd? Will you be allowed to bet on the upper tribe’s food next year and fight here for your honor? Be realistic! We are just revenge this time. We have succeeded. We rest here for two days at most. Before the enemy tries to counterattack, our main force will withdraw. Let's go. Listen, if the Northern Alliance really decides to retaliate, we will fight them at the door of our house. At that time, it will be them who will suffer..."

Hafgen said a lot, and he didn't know if Ragnar understood it.

Then I continued to face everyone: "Brothers, my determination will not change. I order you to rest now and another day tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow, we will withdraw. Now, you can leave."

Ragnar didn't say anything, he shook his head and left the tent with his mouth strained.

Maybe there is some truth in what the leader said. When he returned to his tribe, he was still thinking about expanding the results. He even fantasizes, if he kills the leader of the Mellaren with his own hands, will it cause the collapse of the Northern Alliance?

If this is the case, people will remember that the Danish "mao trousers" Ragnar is the number one warrior in the north.

He returned with resentment, and saw that his tribe was already making a temporary couple with the small group of captured women.

Seeing his subordinates happily pressing on the woman, hearing his subordinates' joyful laughter, and the woman's crying and howling, Ragnar's anger stopped.

He personally walked over, kicked off the stubborn people, and almost got a whip to beat them.

No matter, he even yelled: "I thought you were all veterans. You don't want to continue fighting, you are already playing with your new slaves. Today, don't let me see you again."

It was late at night, and there were bonfires on the beach. The Ostrava tribe occupied by the Danish army did not know when the fire was extinguished.

In the crackling of the flames, there was the joy of a group of men screaming, and the crying of the captives.

And all the Ostras killed were piled up by the servants of Gotland's army, and then piled up with wood and burned, which is regarded as a "kind cremation."

In addition, many cattle and sheep were dragged to the beach, **** water stained the bay, cowhides and sheepskins were collected, and the fresh meat was used as food for the army.

Among the troops participating in the battle, Ragnar’s troops later brought an additional batch of rations. The rest of the people generally only had enough food for three or four days, especially those mercenaries from Oslo, who had almost no rations, just waiting to finish the war and eat the spoils.

The lack of rations is indeed also a major factor hindering the expansion of the Danish coalition forces to the north. The army has taken advantage of the Ostala tribe. If they cannot continue to harvest a large amount of food on the new battlefield, it is of course impossible to fight on an empty stomach.

Just now, the army slaughtering cattle and sheep is a kind of crazy luxury.

They are doing this, precisely because they really don’t have to eat beef and mutton if they don’t eat it.

Having said that, ordinary soldiers, they rarely eat meat on weekdays. In Nordic culture, meat refers to "red meat", typically beef and lamb. Fish is not considered meat.

Everyone knows that grilling beef and mutton is a delicacy, and ordinary soldiers can eat a piece of herring and eat a large piece of roast beef, but it is extremely rare.

They ate beef, drank milk, and served by captured women.

Many fighters, for the first time in their lives, have had such a happy experience.

Unlike those wild guys, Hafgen also wanted to learn after hearing about the extravagant lifestyle of the Frankish nobles. Even in the battlefield where the flames of war have not been extinguished, he wants to be more gentle, to show that he is a noble person.

He took off his helmet and put on a mink robe stitched by more than a dozen ferrets in his seaside tent.

There is no table in the tent, and a silver dinner plate is placed on a leather cushion, on which is a greasy roast leg of lamb.

He owns a natural crystal glass that has been transferred to his own hands several times, and now it is full of wine.

For the time being, he just wanted to be alone by himself, unintentionally mixing with his crazy group of subordinates.

Suddenly, a general rushed into the tent with excitement and rude expression.

"What's the matter? I told you, I want to be alone."

The general said with a blushing face: "Oh my lord. Brothers are afraid of your loneliness, this is not it." Then, the general, who looked like a bull, pushed a crying young woman into the tent. "My lord, please enjoy."

The woman sat directly on the ground, then put her hands on the ground, begging for forgiveness.

Hafgen looked at the woman contemptuously, "Your men have all died in battle. According to tradition, you should have been martyred for them. Are you begging me for mercy?"

After that, he looked at the minister with regret: "You are letting me enjoy it? I am afraid that you have already enjoyed it."

The minister denied it: "My lord, I will take care of this woman when I capture it. I just dedicate her to you."

Hafgen looked at the woman again, she was indeed a little bit beautiful under the dim oil lamp. He didn't believe what the minister said, otherwise how could this woman cry so badly.

"Forget it. You are not a priest, I don't believe you can really restrain yourself!" Hafgen waved his hand.

The general's eyes revealed embarrassment. "My lord, you really don't want it?"

"You are such an idiot. I am the leader of Denmark. My woman must be noble. You take this woman away and do whatever you want. Anyway, before we set off, all the captives will be executed."

Upon hearing "execution", the woman lay directly on the ground, wailing for her life, and willing to be a slave.

Hafgen cut his ears: "It's really annoying, take her away, don't disturb my quietness."

And that movie will not help but ask boldly: "My lord, are you serious about your decision? We have captured many women, we should take them back to me Get out!" Hafgen burst out and copied He smashed the leg of lamb in his plate, and then roared: "That's an order! I gave the order before I set off. My battle is revenge! They killed my friend Oxon, killed my people, and robbed him. It’s my money. It’s all my money! Have you ever heard of paying a tooth for a tooth? Ostra’s prisoners are not worthy to live! This is my revenge! Revenge! Do you understand?!"

Hafgen opened the mouth of the blood basin, even revealing his teeth inlaid with gold.

Upon seeing this, that one would stand in a daze on the spot, not knowing what to say.

In fact, Hafgen's anger was mixed with anger and jealousy towards young Ragnar. The greatest honor was actually taken away by that kid! Unexpectedly, Hafgen felt that the kid was a threat to the future.

His anger also vented, and Hafgen looked at the empty plate, pretending to be calm and said: "You, get me another roast leg of lamb. Take this woman out."

"Yes." After that, I saw that the minister grabbed the woman's foot and dragged it out like a dead dog.

After a while, a brand-new roasted leg of lamb was sent to Hafgen.