Vikings: Nordic women

Chapter 60 The War Ends, Unexpectedly

Margaret stood there quietly, following the figures of the Viking warriors until they disappeared into the distance, and an indescribable emotion surged in her heart.

She turned around and smiled at the lords around her: "Look, this is our future territory. It will belong to us forever, and our family will be passed down here from generation to generation!"

Sven sincerely praised: "You are such an incredible military leader! Your strategic vision and tactical wisdom are simply amazing. Even though we were not at an advantage in terms of manpower, you were able to use the cattle to help us win this war easily."

Margaret had no expression on her face. She didn't think it was anything special. These tactics were just the wisdom she learned from the ancients.

If they knew that Huo Qubing of China's Western Han Dynasty, at the age of seventeen, led 800 cavalrymen deep behind enemy lines, killed more than 2,000 Huns, and captured important generals such as Ji Ruohouchan, the grandfather of the Chanyu who was called "the Scourge of God" by Europeans, they would probably be so surprised that their mouths would be wide open.

Margaret turned decisively, waved her hand, and announced: "I am going out to investigate the situation. The knights and followers can follow me. The rest of you can move freely. Bring back those burned cows and slaughter them for the celebration banquet!"

"Wait, Your Majesty!" Sigrun hurriedly spoke up, trying to stop her, "It's too risky for you to go out alone!"

Margaret smiled slightly, seeming not to care: "It's okay, Sigrun, I'll be careful." She thought, what kind of threat could a group of wounded soldiers who couldn't even stand steadily pose?
Sigrun was still worried and suggested, "But it's still too risky. Maybe you can let the Huskalz Knight's escort accompany you." He cast a look at little Sigrun beside him, and little Sigrun understood and immediately stepped forward.

Margaret glanced at him calmly without saying anything. She mounted her donkey lightly and set off quickly, and the knights and their followers also jumped on their mounts and followed closely behind.

This team was particularly eye-catching because they were all young knights from noble families over the age of eight, and each of them was a highly skilled donkey rider.

The weapons in their hands were nothing more than soft bows, javelins and short spears, which looked a little uncoordinated and even a little funny.

The only thing worth mentioning is their swords, which are definitely the best swords in the territory and were given to them by their fathers.

Margaret led the team all the way to the battlefield. The scene before her was shocking, with blood and corpses everywhere, and those who were still alive wailing in pain.

Her eyes fell on a soldier whose body was twisted and dying. Margaret kicked the donkey lightly, urging the mount closer and coming to the soldier.

Under the gaze of a group of noble children, Margaret drew her sword, sat on the donkey's back, and hung the tip of the sword above the wounded soldier.

The wounded soldier's eyes were full of fear. He grabbed the donkey's hoof but was kicked. He could only struggle to stand up, but his body could not move.

At this moment, Margaret seemed to see the helpless wounded soldiers in future generations who witnessed the bombs falling under the watchful eyes of drones.

She loosened her grip, and gravity forced the sword through the soldier's heart, ending his suffering.

Margaret turned to face the noble children behind her and forced a smile on her face: "This is a great opportunity to exercise your courage. From here on, you must eliminate all the injured enemies!"

"Why, Your Majesty, is this too cruel? Shouldn't we rescue them?" a noble son asked doubtfully.

Margaret bent down from the donkey, holding the bloody sword in her hand, and pulled it out from the soldier's chest. Her voice was cold and hard: "Then what? Bring trouble to yourself and increase their suffering time?"

The nobleman who asked the question was speechless.

"If it were somewhere else, I would praise your kindness, but here, kindness will only become your weakness. No one who comes to this battlefield is innocent. If it were us lying on the ground now, they would not have any mercy." Margaret's words were both a lesson to the noble children and a self-persuasion. "The greatest kindness to the enemy is to end their suffering!" Little Sigrun followed closely, turned over and got off the donkey, drew his long sword, and walked to another wounded soldier who was still alive.

He gripped the hilt of the sword with both hands and swung it across the opponent's neck, causing blood to spurt and splash all over his face.

He casually wiped the blood off his face, then smiled at Margaret's slightly surprised look.

What a killer! This move shocked everyone present.

"You..." She was about to speak, but suddenly, her pupils constricted, and she saw Sigrun staring at her from behind, swinging his sword towards her.

There is a sneak attack from Lao Liu behind me!!!

Margaret turned quickly and thrust her sword backwards, only to feel the tip of the sword pierce through something.

In front of her, a Kuronian soldier stood frozen in an embrace position, a dagger tightly grasped in his hand.

“Ahhhhhh…” He let out a shrill cry and stabbed Margaret with the dagger in despair.

Little Sigrun acted in time, chopped off the palm of his hand with his sword, and stabbed it into the soldier's abdomen, and then stabbed continuously with force. The whole process was smooth and finally killed the enemy.

Margaret drew back her sword, watched the enemy fall, and then hurriedly stepped back to avoid the fallen enemy.

She turned to face the nobles, stepped on their heads with her boots, and said in a firm and cold voice: "Did you see that? In war, there is no right or wrong. As long as they are enemies, they are our targets! Because if you don't destroy them, they will destroy you!"

"If someone can't stand it, I can allow you to withdraw from Huscarz, but I will deprive him of his inheritance forever! Because I will not hand over the lives of soldiers to a cowardly lord who is kind to the enemy!"

The knights' squires were deeply moved by this scene. They lowered their heads in shame, jumped off their donkeys one after another, and shouted as they stabbed their swords into the chests of the wounded soldiers.

However, perhaps because they were too shocked and their movements were not skillful, they failed to quickly end the enemy's suffering. The wounded soldiers spit out blood and stared at them with resentment and hatred in their eyes.

Some followers could not stand such a look and chopped the wounded soldiers with their swords.

Margaret stood aside and did not say anything to stop them. She knew that this was the only way for them to grow up, although for those with weaker mental qualities, tonight might be the beginning of a nightmare.

She silently said to herself, it's okay, I'll get used to it. As long as I get used to not treating my enemies as human beings, all this will no longer be scary.

Margaret turned around and shouted to all the followers: "You must get used to this! Being kind to the enemy means being cruel to yourself and those you care about!"

In the distance, the Knight of Huscarz came galloping on his warhorse. He shouted: Your Majesty, we have captured a group of lords. Do you want to see them? "

When Margaret heard this, she immediately remembered the abnormal behavior of the enemy lords before. She was moved. Isn't this an opportunity to answer her doubts?
She nodded and said decisively: Of course, bring them over. I have a lot of questions for them. "

(End of this chapter)