Chapter 353 7.7 Alfred

Grandpa Clint never expected that when he sent his men out to summon reinforcements, he actually summoned a "big shot" that he dared not even think about.

This was the 15-year-old adopted son of Duke Loki, "Alfred".

"Your Highness, how come you are here?" Clint walked up and gave him a strong hug.

This is a common way of greeting among Viking pirates.

"To reply to Uncle Clint, my adoptive father returned to Storm's End to handle official business, and my adoptive mother was pregnant and could not travel at home. I was bored in the Falling Rain Highlands, so I took the brothers of the "NCO School" out for a ride."

After 5 months, because he was hanging out with Vikings and Slavs all day long, Alfred's two languages ​​improved rapidly. Unlike the crude and wild Viking youth, he always had a bit of the brilliance of a civilized person.

The careful boy was already familiar with all the backbones of Hanshui Village who followed Loki. Among them, of course, he also remembered the oldest Grandpa Clint.

At his adoptive father's wedding, he had seen the old butler "Wenzof" call the old man "Sir". You know, even the old butler called Baron Sartre "boy".

This old man must be a great man.

"Your Highness, your horses are not..."

Clint said halfway, and saw Alfred's slightly embarrassed smile in the sun, and did not continue to ask.

Loki is not a lord like Bakan Bushi who is a hands-off shopkeeper. If he was in the castle, he would not let this group of teenagers ride horses across the province or even approach the border of the "Normandy Region".

You know, this group of children are the descendants of the English centurions and thousand captains in the Rainy Highlands.

If there is an accident when going out for fun, the responsibility will most likely fall on the Duke.

"King Bakambusi once said that young people must be beaten every once in a while, otherwise they will lose their lives on the battlefield!"

"This round of 'Asgard Hunting Season' has ended. My foster father did not take us with him to Scandinavia, but the 'NCO School' of the Church School of Falling Rain Highlands cannot be idle!

I led my brothers to get familiar with the horses, and also let them experience what it's like to fight in the wild.

Halfway, we saw a brother holding a bloody handprint. After asking, we learned that a battle had occurred in Clint's farm! Without saying a word, all 70 reserve cavalry captains in my 'Youth Training Camp' came to reinforce!

Waiting for your dispatch!"

Clint frowned slightly.

He recruited all skilled warriors, because he knew that without the participation of monsters such as dragons and cyclops, the Viking pirates who had fought hard battles in Hanshui Village could crush this group of French knights with embroidered armor.

However, at this time, Alfred led a group of English cavalrymen aged 15-18, who were still immature.

Most of them came from powerful families.

The nobles who survived the war hoped to let Loki know in this way that they were completely loyal to the Duke of Normandy.

These children who had been living in luxury since childhood did not know how to ride a horse, let alone chop people. Nearly half of the teenagers who followed Sicord's army all the way here were already panting under the heavy armor.

Such soldiers, let alone participating in the battle, could even safely ride a horse back and forth. Not to mention that if they died in his hands, Duke Loki might face what kind of troubles.

"No."

"Your Highness, I'm speaking the truth, don't be unwilling to listen!"

"Although the combat ability of those French sissies is very average, what they hold in their hands is not toys after all! You are still a group of furry children, you can't intervene in the adults' battle for the time being!"

After killing 20 French knights alone, Clint's body was still stained with blood that had not yet dried, even though he wiped his face when he returned home.

He casually sent Alfred away, and turned around to deploy combat operations with 'Wolf Eye' Sicord.

However, this tenacious boy stood up again.

"Master Clint, I won't leave!"

"Through this winter, I have seen the huge gap between the English and the Vikings!"

"In Scandinavia, 8-year-old Viking children have to practice how to kill pheasants when they can just lift their hatchets!"

"The strong in the tribe can even enter the sacred mountain and fight hungry wolves at the age of 12!"

"And what about us?"

"Our children can only graduate from church schools when they are 15 years old!"

"In school, we learn mathematics, grammar, and the useless "theology"! That's why the English are slaughtered like chickens on the battlefield!"

"My foster father is right. Since we became a country, there is no difference between the English and the Vikings in the "Normandy Region". Everyone must take up arms together to protect our territory!"

"The reserve knights around me have never seen blood. How can they protect this country?"

"It's a rare opportunity to really participate in the battle today. Even if half of us die on the battlefield, the remaining half will complete the transformation and become real warriors!"

The soldiers were most seriously affected by the lord. Clint didn't know what happened after Alfred followed Bakambusi into Asgard.

But the 15-year-old was clearly moving towards the Slavic king.

It is undeniable that from a Viking's perspective, what Alfred said was indeed correct.

The school can only train skilled sword operators, but it is not easy to turn them into real warriors.

But the Vikings don't need to worry about this at all.

Their lives have been spent in killing, hunger and cold since they landed. The weak who cannot adapt to the harsh life will be eliminated in various ways, and the survivors who have been trained by the harsh environment are all powerful warriors.

In this tribe, all 8-year-old boys must take up weapons and fight pheasants. If there is no way to defeat the ferocious pheasants in the Tianduan Mountains, they don't deserve to survive and continue to waste food.

The group of young people behind Alfred who are still immature have obviously never seen blood. Since they are already prepared to die in battle, Clint can't say anything more.

The strict hierarchy in the Middle Ages made Alfred, who was called the "Prince", the supreme leader among all the people present.

The Viking tribune "Wolf Eye" Sicord had to wait for his orders, not to mention Clint Fuyuki who had no official position.

Alfred respected him and gave him enough face. He could not ignore the huge class gap between the two and take advantage of his seniority.

After all,

everything he had at this time, including his life, was given by Alfred's adoptive father "Loki".