The King of Elden does not die alone!

The disheveled tavern owner stood up from the ground, slapping his burnt white apron with a sullen face.

"What are you standing there for?" She yelled, "Sit back down!"

"You!" She pointed at the brown-haired man who incited the chaos with his violent words: "You think you can insult the king in my shop without any consequences? Get out of here, from now on, you are not welcome in this shop!"

"...Tsk..." The brown-haired man jumped off the table indignantly.

He pushed away the person standing in front of him.

The man also retreated.

"Is this never going to end?" Seeing that the fight was about to break out again, the female owner of the tavern yelled again.

That voice was so loud that even though it was behind her, Altria still felt it was deafening.

Only in this way can you subdue all the men present when your fighting power is insufficient.

Under the gaze of most people, the man who had been labeled a 'Celtic traitor' strode out of the tavern.

The man had just stepped onto the street and was being watched.

A scout on horseback and in uniform came galloping down the road.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way!"

The scout put his spurs on his horse and shouted ahead.

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Anxious scouts rushed past the tavern.

"what happens?"

Most people were a little stunned.

Military scouts would only travel in such a hurry when something big was about to happen.

Just as people were looking at each other and speculating.

The heart-wrenching sound of the horn resounded throughout the entire village.

Someone rushed to the second floor and looked towards the farmland outside the village.

About a mile away, something was gleaming in the sun.

They were several Anglo-Saxon cavalrymen wearing helmets, reining in their horses and standing across the edge of the field.

The shepherd panicked and tried to run into the wooden wall.

Perhaps out of disdain, the Angsa scout, who was carrying a bow, did not draw his bow and draw his arrow.

After exchanging chilling glances with the people in the village on the hill.

The Anglo-Saxon cavalrymen raised their reins and rode away.

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Chapter 1. The Invasion of the Ansas ()

After this event, Altria can use the curry stick, and Mia can return to the border. If you want to raise the book, you can...

Just remember that Mia can go back to the border to beat up Xiao Ge before the 20th of this month! Then come back to support and give suggestions~

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"How many people are there?" In the big house in the village, the lord of the village, a knight asked his scout.

He got a disappointing answer.

"More than fifteen hundred." The scout panted. He almost rolled off his horse and slammed the knight's door open without any regard for etiquette.

The round-faced knight gasped.

"Are you sure?" He clenched his hands nervously and asked the scout with a little hope.

"I swear on my father's name, my lord, I am loyal to you, and no one would be willing to make up such bad news." The scout looked sad, he shook his head and gave more details.

"They came up the main road due south and have plundered a village. There are about 1,500 infantry and 50 cavalry."

"I understand." The knight took a deep breath, and sat down at the dining table with his whole body tense, holding the armrests tightly.

"Well, sir." The scout swallowed.

He hunched over and asked, "What should we do?"

"What should we do? What do you think we can do?" the knight asked him in despair.

That’s a total of 1,500 people!

In contrast.

No, there is no need to compare, this number already exceeds the number of professional troops this small kingdom has.

This small village with a population of no more than 300 people had only more than 20 soldiers.

The army of the Ansa was no match for the army of the Celts.

Even though the Ansa had occupied the fertile lands of southern Britain.

But this group of barbarians, who only arrived here from Northern Europe a dozen years ago, have never lost their enthusiasm for looting.

Some Angsa villages don't even have much arable land! For them, autumn harvest is synonymous with going out to plunder.

The Britons are different. They have never had the custom of robbing others. Unlike the Angus who believe in Odin and Valhalla, almost every family has ancestral armor and weapons.

When war comes, the Onsa people can quickly recruit a large, well-equipped army from their subjects, with each soldier being brave and skilled in fighting.

The only means by which the British could contend against them were their small, professional army and the conscripts drawn from the peasantry who had no idea how to fight.

It can even be said that in the south, the Ansa led by Vortigern are even more united than the British who are now divided into seven small kingdoms.

"How long are they from here?" the knight inquired.

"In two days at most, they have already pillaged a village and left no one alive!"

"Two days!?" the knight exclaimed.

In two days, after the news had been conveyed to the king, there was no room for assembling levies.

The sudden attack of the Ansa people this time may be due to their determination to completely conquer this country.

So, what can this village do when it is blocked by the strong shields and sharp swords of the Ansa people?

There were only twenty trained soldiers, and the village was surrounded by only wooden walls. The only relatively solid structure was the earthen fort that belonged to the knights and was located in a corner of the village.

"We need to get out of here!"

This village is definitely not defensible.

The Knight is not running away from battle.

He just wasn't stupid enough to waste his own life and the lives of his men in a battle that he would never win.

If he followed his king and charged towards the Ansar people on the battlefield, he would be a nobody.

But in front of this village, even if one person from the army of 1,500 people kicked it, it would be enough to knock down the village wall.

"Call the guards, I need to make a speech," the knight said, clenching his fists.

He took a deep breath, made up his mind, and stood up.

"Before that, fetch me my armor!"

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After the horn sounded, people didn't actually feel much panic.

Not everyone saw the Anglo-Saxon horsemen standing on the edge of the field.

Although the deep horn sound representing the coming of war will not and cannot deceive people.

Any soldier who blew the horn without any warning would be sentenced to death by hanging.

And the galloping scout was the second piece of evidence for this bad news.

But people don't know when the Angsa people will come and how many people will come.

They trusted the village's solid outer walls.

Not all villages have the financial resources to build such defensive facilities.

Since they are a minority, the people in the village have the arrogance of a minority and think that this village can withstand the attacks of the marauders.

"If you ask me, no matter how many people come, we can beat them back." Most people in the tavern remained optimistic.

"Those cavalrymen were scared away by our wall!" said someone who saw the Ansa cavalry with a smile.

"What if they were just scouts?" one of the few sober people raised this question.

"So what?" a young man said, "I am not afraid of those robbers. I can use a sword."

Other patriots also echoed the sentiment.

"Are we leaving here?"

Melina noticed the changes in the village and asked Mia after returning to the hotel.

"I don't know." Mia replied.

They definitely don't know more than the villagers.

It was possible that they were just a group of Ansa people, just like the raiding group they encountered in the wilderness, but only a small number.

Standing on the second floor of the tavern, I looked at the distant horizon with some hesitation.

The gates of the village were closed, and all those who were outside the village entered.

Not sure if it's an overreaction.

Perhaps, this attitude makes some sense.

Only in front of Mia, Altria, Kai, and Wilden did the Ansas seem vulnerable.

But for ordinary people in Britain.

The story of a ship and a dozen Ansa raiders massacring an entire village is not just a legend.

An officer under the knight walked into the tavern.

This is where most of the young and middle-aged people gather.

"We need some help," he called out. "Anyone who can help us keep order?"

People looked at him.

"Are the Ansa coming?" shouted a guy who was still holding a glass of wine.

"That's right!" the officer replied, holding the hilt of the sword at his waist.

"We need some capable men who have never committed a crime..."

"Fight them!" the people in the tavern cheered.

They seemed to have seen the scene where the men in the village stood on the city wall with weapons in hand, fighting off the invasion of the Ansa people.

They protected their land and were victorious with the blessing of the goddess Britannia and, of course, God.

The officer's voice coldly broke his fantasy.

"No, it's about making sure your neighbors are in trouble while they're packing up. We need to get out of here."