Vikings: Nordic women

Chapter 24: It is better for the enemy to cry than for yourself
Listening to the noise below, Ouni fell silent. She tugged at a corner of her cloak and wrapped herself tightly around it, resisting the chill coming from below while falling into deep thought.

The disadvantages of lack of experience became apparent, and she was a little disappointed with the minor flaws in the strategic deployment and the deviation from the expected results.

This is the danger of only knowing how to fight on paper and lack of experience, but fortunately the person she met was not a veteran!

But even if they found out, the destined outcome would not change. Even if the military genius Han Xin came, he would not be able to reverse the situation and could only flee.

At least she couldn't think of a way to crack it!

However, her plan to reduce enemy casualties and her idea of accepting all orders from the generals and civilians may have failed.

"I have to modify the boots when I get back and design a pair of boots that reduce noise." Ou Ni gritted her teeth.

After thinking about it, she felt that it was not very realistic. She could not afford the cost. Otherwise, how about selecting and training a group of professional scouts?
The more I think about it, the more feasible it becomes.

Although the Japanese are annoying, their training methods for the Koga and Yinga ninjas do have their merits.

She felt that this would allow her to train an elite scout team that could cooperate with the regular army and implement some special tactics of unconventional warfare.

Her thoughts faded as she stared at the town below, thinking that it would only end in a tragic fight, when a voice from below made her unconsciously walk forward to the cliff.

"Ouni, high, fall!" A big hand grabbed her, and when she turned around, it turned out to be Harold.

"Fool!" She yelled at the other person, patted his hand, and continued to pay attention to the movements down the mountain.

"The mob is in rebellion. Everyone stays in the house and is not allowed to come out, otherwise you will be regarded as a traitor!" Shouts came from the town below the mountain.

The sounds kept repeating and even converged into one, which meant that although the town's alarm bells were still ringing, there was no sign of fighting in the town.

Ouni's mouth curled up, her backhand worked. Although there were some twists and turns, the result was still good.

She saw from afar that outside the enemy's Yar Castle in the moonlight, warriors were forming a human wall and stepping on each other's backs, trying to climb over the castle wall.

But she was stabbed back by the enemy's spear and fell to the ground, which made her sweat in her hands and her heart tighten, making her constantly recall how Feld died.

When she saw the miserable state of the warriors outside the castle, her heart seemed to be pierced by sharp knives. Whose father was he? Whose son or husband?
Thinking of her father Feld, she couldn't help but feel sad. Although she felt reluctant, she had to harden her heart for the sake of victory.

"Are these crocodile tears?" She looked down at the wet tears in her palms, smiled bitterly, crushed them in her palms, and looked up to continue watching.

Reason told her that war is bound to result in death, but she could not accept it in her heart.

But her conscience was constantly condemning her, while her brutal and warlike side was cheering her on, making her feel extremely conflicted.

After more than a dozen samurai were killed, a large number of samurai rushed in and fought with the enemy samurai guarding the castle.

"Let's go, the battle is almost over!" Ounnie took the reins of the donkey, took Harold's arm, and led everyone present down the mountain.

There is still a settlement force on Gotland, but she does not plan to attack them now. She plans to digest this group of subjects and deal with their Viking troops returning from the expedition, and then force that force to land with a strong attitude.

If she rashly provokes another settlement now, there will be the risk of a disastrous outcome if the two enemies form an alliance and attack her base.

Moreover, there are too many people and it is not easy to manage. The one-to-one digestion ratio is already very "full".

The soldiers had already taken control of the alley. Ouni and the others went straight to the outside of the Yar Castle. The strong smell of blood almost suffocated her.

It has to be said that Jarre of Sloms Falls was more enjoyable than Harold's ancestors, and the house builders were also more skilled, as they managed to build a three-story house out of logs.

"Xina?" Ouni called out.

Hina and others rushed to treat the wounded but not dead soldiers, while Ounnie took Harold's arm and entered the hall.

She felt that there were blood-stained weapons held by warriors everywhere around her, as if those weapons would fall on her at the slightest disagreement, making her feel insecure.

Only when she held Harold's arms tightly and stayed by his side could she feel that her life belonged to her own.

The door to the hall had been broken. She stepped inside and found that it was brightly lit. She was used to the darkness and was dazzled by the candlelight.

The floor of the lord's hall was luxurious wooden. Looking closely, several maids were forced by the soldiers to squat in the corner, and only two women in luxurious clothes were still standing.

There were several bodies on the ground, dead.

Power, loyalty of subordinates and death seemed to be endless topics, which deeply tortured her brain cells and made her spirit constantly exhausted. One of the two women was younger and the other was slightly more mature. In her opinion, they were both good-looking, but they stared at Ouni and the others with hatred.

When seeing the beautiful women, Ounnie couldn't help but feel a little bit jealous, only to find that they were far inferior to her.

The slightly more mature woman was visibly stunned when she saw Eunnie. She probably didn't expect that the person who led the raid on them was actually a woman.

As for Harold, who looked like a guard next to them, they ignored him. Eunice was too beautiful, and Harold was too strong and a head taller than Eunice. The two of them looked like Beauty and the Beast.

"Hello, lady!" The older woman asked Eunice, "Where are you from? Why are you attacking us?"

Ou Ni felt very strange in the voice. She couldn't feel the other party's fear, which made her unable to understand.

Wearing heavy fish-scale armor and with legs that were a little weak, Ouni sat on a chair brought by her subordinates. She placed her scabbarded sword on the ground next to the campfire, hoping to share some of the weight. She stared at the other person and exhaled to calm her rapid breathing.

She lowered her head now, her vision was blocked, and she couldn't see the sword she was leaning on at all. She seemed to have gained a little weight this winter.

The woman looked down and her toes were invisible, which was the most beautiful thing in the world. According to the standards of later generations, these two mountains should be at least DD in size, between D and E.

"you guess?"

Faced with the other party's half-questioning, she was still a little out of breath and of course would not follow the other party's intention. She felt that the other party asked this just to leave her speechless from a moral perspective.

Then some excessive demands were made.

"You won't make things difficult for the lady, will you? Can you please let us leave?" Sure enough, the other party made a request.

"Who is the local lord to you two? Father? Husband? Brother?" Ou Ni asked without responding to the other party's unreasonable request.

"Madame Jarre, I am Madame Jarre," she answered, "and she is my husband's sister!"

"You're wrong about one thing," Ouni, who had regained some strength, stood up and pulled Harold to sit down, holding his shoulders, "He is Jarl, and I'm his wife!"

Harold's eyes were dull, which made them look strange.

"I'm sorry, I can't let you leave. If you cooperate with us, I won't make things difficult for you!" Ounnie squatted beside Harold and warmed herself by the campfire.

"Are you going to use us to threaten my husband? Isn't that too despicable?" asked the mature lady.

"Despicable? It seems that you don't know your own identity. You are my captives now, and you may become slaves in the future. It depends on your attitude! This is not the attitude of a defeated person wagging his tail to the victor for mercy!"

"What? Wagging your tail for mercy?" The woman was trembling with anger. "Please be careful with your words, ma'am. Your words are as vulgar as the daughter of a pariah. You lack the elegance of a traditional aristocrat!"

"What did you say?" Ludwig drew out his sword, pressed it against the opponent's neck, and looked at Eunice, "Mrs. Eunice, do you want to kill her?"

Ouni looked at Ludwig deeply, feeling a little unhappy but not showing it.

It is not difficult for her to judge the other person's mental activities from any action.

He dared to draw the sword in front of her, even if it was not aimed at her, and acted so recklessly. Either he didn't take her seriously, or he wanted to show off and make progress.

She would observe for a while. If the other party did anything out of line again and she felt she couldn't control him, she would find an opportunity to kill him and replace him with another lord.

"Get out!"

Ludwig didn't know that he was already feared by Eunice, and he felt that he had protected Eunice, and was smug: "Yes, ma'am!"

Ouni came up to her and pointed the whip at her nose: "Has anyone ever taught you that when your life is in the hands of others, it is best to be polite to them? So as not to provoke them to do bad things?"

The other person turned his head away, not looking at her, with an arrogant look on his face: "It's only me who was captured, not my husband. I can't submit to you on behalf of my husband, ma'am!"

"You are more eloquent than I thought. If you think your husband is your support, you will soon find that he can't do anything!" Ouniya looked at the other's eyes with interest. She wanted to see some fear in them, but she was disappointed.

Is this woman really not afraid of death?

"Are you too confident? When he comes back, you will be drowned in his rage!" The other party glared at her, unwilling to show weakness, even a word.

(End of this chapter)