"After this rain, it's autumn, right?" On the watchtower of the village of Fold, a freeman wearing a black oiled jacket rubbed his hair, which was full of greasy, filled with fleas and bad smells.

This heavy rain cloud swept across the village of Fold at noon yesterday, and it has not stopped until now. The only difference is that from the heavy rain yesterday to the moderate rain this morning, to the misty light rain now.

"I feel yes," next to the Freeman standing guard, a militia wearing a rough quilted vest and leather waistcoat nodded casually.

During this period, the Vikings might attack the village of Fold at any time. In order to prevent a single lookout from falling asleep due to boredom and delaying military affairs, Simon spent a small amount of money to ask the free free farmers to stand guard, and also arranged a militia soldier to accompany him.

"Fortunately, the master had already harvested all the grain the day before yesterday and stored it in the granary of the Mubao." Free Nong laughed. He knew that even if the village was besieged by the Vikings, he could hide in the lord's wooden fort and eat the food he had just collected.

"You really don't say that the food I harvested this year was so much that I thought my eyes were hallucinating," said the militia who was talking about the free farmers' chatterbox. When it came to the harvest, his eyes lit up, "I bet that even if everyone in the village over-allocates rations, there is still a lot of surplus."

"Yes, I even want to dance a dance to celebrate the harvest, thank God for giving us such favors." Free farmers' feet wearing short hunting boots were a little ready to move.

"Come on, don't collapse this not-so-solid arrow tower," the militia quickly waved at the guy with a bright smile. "God doesn't want you to go to heaven because of praise, but this way of death."

"Hahahahaha, interesting." Freeman smiled indifferently.

"Wait, listen." Suddenly, the keen militia seemed to hear something, and covered Liennong's mouth with his dirty, calloused big hands.

"What are you doing..." Liennong was about to struggle to take the disgusting hand away from his mouth, but immediately he was fixed like an ice sculpture. He heard a vague sound of slumbering paddling sounds coming from the Rhine River, and getting closer and closer.

"Look, what is that?" Following the militia's fingers, Liberation Nong opened his eyes wide and through the hazy rain and fog, he saw three black wooden boats slowly docking on the banks of the Rhine River not far away.

"They are here!" Liberation Nong's head was blank and his body was soft. He stood there blankly, and even forgot to pull the alarm.

"Why are you standing there? Do you want to kill everyone?" The militia first reacted and slapped the back of the head of Liennong, then pulled the thick bell rope and shook it desperately.

For a moment, the tranquility and peace of Folde Village, shrouded in the drizzle, were broken by a rapid alarm ringtone. The villagers who were originally doing their own work in an orderly manner were in chaos.

"Everyone, enter the wooden fort immediately!" A long-haired flax-colored woman with anxiety on her face had just put down the yarn in her hand and walked out of the textile workshop when she heard the loud shouts of the village chief and the patrol militia.

"Angrika, hurry up to the wooden fort!" Before the long-haired flax of woman could react, a black shadow passed by her eyes and ran quickly towards the direction of the village house. When she looked closely, she was her husband working in the fields.

"What about you?" Angelica looked at her husband's back with great concern.

"I'll take all the valuable things at home!" A faint reply was sent back from a distance.

At this time, in the winemaking workshop next to the Mubao, the old winemaker Chad was struggling to move several buckets of freshly brewed fruit wine and ale from the workshop, and waved to Alice who had just returned to the workshop: "Alice, find a few people to move these buckets of wine into the Mubao warehouse. Such good wine cannot be ruined by those savages!"

Seeing her elderly father holding her old waist and using all her strength to carry the wine barrel, Alice felt her eyes sore, nodded, and ran to Mubao for help.

The villagers were like dense ants, carrying the food and money they brought from their homes, gathered under the hills of the Mubao and entered the Mubao one after another. Everyone's expression was very serious, and the entire Fold village was shrouded in fear and panic.

"Hey, you, that's right, it's you. Go back to the right road!" A militia who maintained order in the middle of the mud road in the Shangqiu saw a cunning little guy under the hill who didn't follow the rules and wanted to penetrate the grass on the side of the Shangqiu road. He shouted in a daze, "Are you looking for death?"

"Come back soon!" An old thin serf with his luggage grabbed the collar of the dwarf Kohler and pulled him back to the mud road on the upper hill. "Didn't you see traps laying on the grass beside the main road some time ago? Don't let yourself lose your life inexplicably because of cunning, and you're so unfair!"

"My Lord!" The short man Kohler was scared and his body was trembling and weak.

"Don't panic, keep order, enter Mubao in turn!" Simon stood on the main entrance of Mubao and shouted loudly to the villagers who were rushing down like a tide.

"Little Klein, go to the stable, ride my chestnut horse, and go to Dorstenburg for help!" Simon turned around and urged Little Klein to set off soon.

"No, Master," Klein shook his head, "I won't go anywhere, I want to avenge my father!"

"You," Simon paused, finding himself speechless, "Okay, let Fatty go."

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"Low lower the oar!" A loud command came from the bow of the dragon-headed ship.

"Aha, after a year of separation, we are back here." A strong man who braided his long beard and braided his boat masts, looking at the village in the rain. However, unlike last year, a new wooden fort was built on the hill behind the village.

"Stop talking nonsense." A stout man with a ponytail, wearing a short chain mail, a shoulder cover inlaid with bearskin, a leather arm guard, and a slightly rusty short axe jumped off the boat first, and took a bucket of paint from a companion and placed it on the grass by the river.

"They were like a group of frightened lambs." Listening to the alarm bells coming from the village not far away, a Viking warrior wearing a smelly leather armored vest took off the round shield from the side of the ship and slapped it behind his back, then dipped his hands in the paint bucket, and applied war patterns on his face.

"Pack up the things and enter the village in a team!" The thick man in the lead with a ponytail and a bearskin mailing shoulder cover said to his companions who jumped off the boat one after another.

"Can we go, Floki?" A man with a disheveled hair and a fierce face, wearing a Viking-clad leather battle robe put on his leather-dressed nose-protecting helmet and licked his lips bloodily, which was somewhat dry and cracked because of excitement.

"Let's go," the little leader named Floki saw that the people were almost the same, and knocked on the solid round shield with the battle axe in his hand, shouting loudly, "Remember, don't disperse too much!"

"Floki, you say the same thing before every time you plunder, and my ears are almost calloused. Can you change to something new?" said an old tough guy with a poor look, wearing only an old animal hide hat and a thin and multi-layer armor made of rough fur, casually.

"Okay," the little leader Floki shrugged indifferently as he looked at the warriors around him, "I hope you can sit in the Valhalla tonight and drink with the gods!"

"That's true, I like it!" The old tough guy with beard laughed happily, and the Viking warriors around him were excitedly hitting their shields with weapons and cheering.

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"It looks very difficult." Simon frowned and looked at the Vikings who had entered the village below.

"That's right. About seventy people, half of them had chain mail." Ludwig said in great worry when he came upstairs and silently looked at the Vikings who had entered the village to search.
Chapter completed!