Vol 2 Chapter 651: The Normans are here (sincere thanks to my lord at the age of 18)

To calm down, the Duke of Normandy knew that the British King Harold and his navy were still in the north after the war with the Vikings, and they were still repairing in York. He had to take the opportunity to expand his achievements and use the war to vent because of his being just now. The resentment caused by Lun's teasing.
William, who suffered all the hardships due to the invasion of England into the plan, is now finally coming.
The next journey of the Normandy was smooth sailing, with divine help. His fleet set sail quickly, 700 sterns lined up neatly on the sea, marching toward the hot land in his heart, without a single soldier, even closer to London than King Harold-except for those The war horses transported on the ship had much more manure than they had imagined, and the Normans on the ship had suffered, and everything went well...
A few hours later, the wave rolled and surging, layer after layer, surgingly hitting the rocky beach on the shore where the Crowhurst village militia had been stationed before, and William’s huge fleet had reached the shore smoothly. side.
However, unlike the abnormal smoothness just now, William, who came ashore immediately behind the guards, stepped on the gravel without warning and lost his balance and fell to the ground. He directly threw a dog on the mud, and his face was a little bruised. The roots of his ears suddenly turned red, and he looked up at the guards who were looking at him in a daze.
In the hearts of the guards who believe in the gods, this does not seem to be a good sign, they frowned and looked at their leader.
However, as a duke with a fierce reputation, William, who was actually better at politics than he appeared, quickly grabbed a handful of pebbles on the ground with both hands. He knelt on the beach and looked at his guards and said: "Thank you Lord The grace of Lao Tzu has taken control of the land of Lao Tzu's Kingdom!"
Facing the sun, William, who was slightly embarrassed, shouted excitedly with a face of joy: "England is now in Lao Tzu's palm."
The guards who were still worried just now nodded happily to their leader.
This is a classic moment for William as a politician, a possible ominous omen, foretelling that he may come home from the gnawing dog. Under William’s wit, he turned this into a god’s long-lasting peace in his rule. blessing of.
But this is undoubtedly a curse for the Anglo-Saxons living in Britain.
A day later, in the village of Crowhurst in southern England.
The black goat with a long white mark on its face squinted comfortably and chewed on the leaves bitten from the tree. The peasant women with white scarves on their heads picked the still green fruit from the tree and put them on themselves. In the skirt of his clothes, the whole village is full of busy farming scenes.
Judith, Tofi's newlywed wife with long honey-colored curly hair, is laboriously harvesting ripe grains, and the young men in the village have all become militias.
She licked her chapped lips and looked around. How much she expected Tofi's figure to appear at the entrance of the village. It was the busy farming season. It stands to reason that the king should send them back home, not just her, all Village women are longing for the return of their husbands and sons.
She was already very tired at this time. Without a man, if she wanted not to spend the next year in famine, these women could only work hard, doing work that should belong to men.
It is a pity that the relatives they were looking forward to have not returned. On the periphery of the village, the advance troops of the Normans are already staring at the village that is about to be slaughtered like a lamb.
Merlin, a little boy in a white linen robe, carried a bucket of water. The advantage brought by race allowed him to look through the gaps in the leaves. He saw the group of invaders like hungry wolves, and he let out a harsh tip. Yelling, this scream alarmed the peasant women who were working hard in farming, they looked in the direction of the screams in anxious manner.
"Start." Now that the prey had been alarmed, the invaders no longer conceal their figures. Following the order of a leading knight with a black pot-lid hair, the leaves shook violently and the Normans broke in. This small village.
The peasant women who understood what had happened screamed and hurried back to the direction of the village.
The young child was sitting on the ground and crying. He was picked up by his mother. People screamed and fled. Merlin, who was screaming to remind the villagers just now, flexibly hid in his adoptive father, which is Judy. In the thatched house of Si's father Esselwolf, he looked in horror and looked at the outside through the gap of the wooden door.
The remaining men in the village are too old. Even if a few try to resist, they will be killed cleanly and easily by these Normans. The rest can only squat on the spot with their hands flat. To show that he will not resist, in order to seek a chance to survive.
The Norman soldiers who broke into the village had already taken the peasant women from behind, and then put them on their shoulders and fell to the ground casually, throwing them all together.
"Don't kill!" The red-haired knight who had been reprimanded by William the Duke of Normandy when he had missed the training of cutting cabbage saw this and quickly stopped him. "As long as they don't resist, don't kill these women." He emphasized again.
But what these soldiers did was not just killing. A soldier tore off the skirt of a beautiful peasant woman. The smooth legs of the peasant woman were suddenly exposed. The peasant woman screamed in panic and gritted her teeth to resist. The soldier knocked him down with an impatient blow, and wanted to continue the assault.
The red-haired knight paid attention to the situation here, angrily ran forward and grabbed the clothes behind the soldier, dragged him over, punched him, and then the soldier was beaten up and down. Fell to the ground.
The red-haired knight grabbed the collar of the soldier's chest and warned, "I said, try not to hurt anyone!"
The peasant woman, who was frightened and fleeing in a hurry, couldn't even mention her clothes, so she rushed to the gathering place of the captured women, where her child and other children in the village were thrown under the wall.
In front of the heavily armed Norman soldiers, the men and women in the village were easily separated, and the women had to huddle together~EbookFREE.me~The wooden door of Merlin’s house was combed by the man with the lid of the pot. The lead knight in the orange armor kicked it away. He glanced at Merlin sullily and stopped paying attention to him. Instead, he pulled the messy-haired Esselwolf out, causing him to fall to the ground in embarrassment. , And then drew out his cold sword and pointed at Esselwolf.
Tofi's wife, Judith, looked at her father helplessly from a distance in the gathering place of the women, her hands tightly clutching the chest of her clothes. She couldn't help covering her mouth with her hand, lest she screamed and made the scene worse.
The knight in the pot rested the knife on Esselwolf’s neck, and then stepped on Esselwolf’s shoulder. He assumed a posture that he would kill him as long as he tried hard. Anglo-Saxon with a clear Norman accent asked: "Where are all the men?"
Esselwolf watched him without saying a word. After a few seconds, he was kicked to the ground by the opponent. The Norman soldiers who followed the knight gave out excited and cruel laughter and hid Seeing such a situation, Merlin couldn't help but shrank back, hesitating whether to rush out and fight the opponent desperately-but as if telepathically, Ethelwolf faced his hands behind him. Merlin shook his impulse again and again.
Seeing this, Judith bit her fisted hand with her teeth, and forcibly controlled herself not to cry.
After questioning again and again, Esselwolf didn't say a word, and he turned his head around as if the oil and salt didn't get in, and asked the red-haired knight to ask: "Eutai Lefu! Show them your red hair. Maybe he will be willing to tell you."
Ai Utelfo, the descendant of the vicissitudes of Muggle man who ran to Normandy and became a court poet in the Hufflepuff Tavern.