All things are three at Hogwarts

Two hundred miles north of London, in Yorkshire, by a crystal clear stream, Tofi and the others slapped the cold stream water on their cheeks, enjoying this rare relaxing time. The clatter of horse hooves kept getting closer. They turned their heads and saw a chestnut English pony carrying a soldier galloping towards the bridge in the distance. They couldn't help but stop what they were doing and pay attention to this man. Yichi's dynamics.

At this moment, a soldier hurried to the bridge and found Odgar, one of Harold's bodyguards and recruiting officers. "My lord..." He hurried over and approached Odgar with worry. After Degas muttered a few words, he immediately turned around and climbed on his horse and continued running towards another camp.

"Hey, everyone, stand up!" Odgar shouted, "Let's go, stand up!"

The militiamen resting by the stream showed a hint of boredom and impatience, but they were helpless. They stood up obediently and looked at their leader in confusion.

"Leofric, because of your previous contribution to killing the leader of the Viking berserker warriors, I will promote you to captain. You swear while marching." Odgar leaned out half of his body from the bridge and pointed at the tall and thin man. Leofric ordered.

"What's so urgent?" Leofric didn't care too much about his promotion. Anyway, as long as he was beaten with the cane, he would become a farmer again. At most, it would just be more rewards. What he cared about now was what happened. What happened, he asked the question everyone wanted to know.

"The Normans are coming!" Odgar said worriedly. "They invaded after the fighting season. They have landed in Sussex!"

"Sussex?" Young Tofi's heart suddenly lifted and he blurted out. That was their hometown, and all their relatives were in the village of Crowhurst near Sussex.

"Stand up, let's go." Odgar raised his arms and shouted.

"Do you know where they are now?" Tofi asked, "Where are they in Sussex?" Tofi was worried. They were fighting outside and were too far away from the Normans who invaded their homeland.

"According to intelligence from spies who kept coming with new horses along the way, they appeared in Pevensie, Sussex... and then quickly occupied the adjacent town of Hastings." Odegaard said with emotion, The earldom of Wessex, the heartland of the new king, was almost captured by the Normans without any effort. This was undoubtedly a major blow to the English, and the enemy did not immediately attack London but Establishing a stable rear here means that the surrounding villages, which lack the protection of young people, are exposed to this group of Normans who are known for their brutality and are also descendants of Vikings...

The Britons, who had not had enough time to rest, were now so eager for warriors that those who were purely for survival or money could be admitted into the army, regardless of their previous loyalty. This left some who had been defeated but were forced to stay in hiding. The nearby Vikings responded to their call and took up their old trade as mercenaries, joining the ranks of their former enemy, King Harold of England.

As they marched day and night, Harold's army grew weaker.

Tophi and Leocliffe walked through the dense forests in the north. Many people who stopped to rest fell down and died of exhaustion. The rapid march made the army exhausted. "Let's rest here." Odegaard was different from the previous urging. This time he yelled at the militiamen asking them to rest instead of rushing back desperately.

Tofi, who was breathing heavily with his mouth open, put his hands on his knees. Worried about his new wife Judith, he raised his head and looked at Odega eagerly: "This way we won't be able to get back to the south in time."

"I order you to rest." Odgar replied with a heavy breath and sat down on the ground.

The rapid running made many soldiers unable to control themselves and vomited. Some soldiers even vomited yellow-green bile.

In contrast, the situation of the few Viking warriors assigned to Odega's team was much better. He said to Odgar: "In fact, if you are willing to send a ship to Norway, I believe there are more Viking warriors." Kyoto is willing to join.”

"It's too late, and we also need a winter to rest and recuperate." The disheveled Odgar replied friendly to his previous enemies. The Vikings who usually had no bottom line when it came to plundering had a pretty good reputation after accepting employment.

"Your king?" asked the Viking.

"I haven't heard from him for two days," Odegaard said sullenly.

Leocliffe, who had serious dark circles under his eyes, looked at him when he heard this, "I hope he is running for more people." Odegaard added.

"Hope?" The Vikings caught these two words, but Odgar was no longer willing to answer.

"Odgar, let's get some rest." The pale Tofi reminded him hurriedly, breathing heavily.

"We can't move as we did when we came to the north. The road is getting rough. We must conserve our strength and stop annoying me." Odgar, who was sitting on the ground, turned away his face impatiently.

"What should we do with Crowhurst?" Tofi insisted.

"It was just a small village with less than ten families, and England is a country." Although Odegaard was deeply saddened, for the sake of the overall situation, his answer seemed a bit ruthless.

"Please at least let me go back." Tofi begged.

"If so few people are allowed to search for their families, we won't be able to win this battle. It's hard to agree." Odega lowered his head. Tofei couldn't see his expression clearly, so he had to turn around and face him. Leocliffe asked for help, but found that his best friend was staring blankly into the distance where there seemed to be some thick smoke floating.

The militiamen stopped talking, spread out, lowered their bodies and slowly surrounded the thick smoke. The sun filtered through the forest, and mottled light fell on the open space. They finally found a white horse tied to a tree. There was a group of tan horses parked leisurely next to the tree, and they were also tied with ropes behind the white horses, while thick smoke rose from the ashes of a burned wooden cart next to it.

But at this time, the Anglo-Saxon militiamen focused their attention on the backs of the two horses. Mosquitoes and flies were buzzing as they surrounded the two horses, causing their tails to sweep from time to time. Moving.

"What is this?" Leocliff asked with some uncertainty.

"The Normans did a good job." Odegaard answered the new militia captain's question with a gloomy look.

On the white horse, a female corpse was bent over the white horse, surrounded by mosquitoes and flies. Her burnt feet were hanging from the horse, and her unburned matted hair hung on the horse's back, leaving behind Skeleton face and blackened body.

The corpse of another tan horse was even more pitiful. The burnt corpse lay on its back, and its wide mouth seemed to accuse the inhuman abuse it had suffered before, telling everyone its pain.

Odgar stepped forward and looked at the charred body on the horse. He lifted off the clothes covering the ground, and there were all burnt corpses underneath.

"This is a message for your king." Several Vikings looked at each other and said.

Odega looked around at all the militiamen present and said in a deep voice: "I want all the soldiers here to see the body of this village woman." His tone gradually became fierce, "This is why we must fight!"

"You go back to Crowhurst Village, boy," Odeja looked at Tofi, who was a little dazed, "You go back to the south and see our village."

"No, there must be some fraud involved. They sent the bodies of these women here just to provoke you into rushing back to fight." The Viking mercenary who was familiar with the Normans' methods, which also originated from the Vikings, calmly said suggested.

After disassembling the female corpses from the white horses, the remaining militiamen have begun to place the remains of these dead women so that their bodies will no longer be exposed to the broad daylight and allow them to be buried in peace.

Odega ignored the speaking Vikings, but looked at Tofi, who looked at a loss, and ordered: "If you are not afraid of encountering the Norman reconnaissance team, go back to the south. Ride on this Horse."

"Leofric," Odgar continued to order, "don't forget that you are the captain, go with him, be careful, if you encounter a Norman, don't fight, just run!"

What does Leofric want to say to Odgar? But Odega interrupted him and shouted: "Let's go!"

Odgar turned around and took two steps, then turned back to look at Leofric and told him: "If you arrive at Crowhurst, if you find any surviving women, take them to the monastery, No. The Man people will definitely not dare to harass the courtyards of these hermits easily. Try to find as many men as possible and tell them that we will send a large army over, but we need more men, so go ahead."

"I don't know which way leads to Crowhurst." Leofric stretched out his hand and asked for help from Odgar who turned to leave.

"We will find our way, and we must take the paths of fish carriers, the paths that rise and fall before you smell the sea salt," Odegaard replied.

"The smell of ashes will help you find your village." A Viking added, but in exchange for a glare from the Anglo-Saxon, he shrugged and returned to his team.

Leocliffe looked solemn, turned around, mounted the white horse, and sat behind Tophi, who had already been waiting for him and was already on the horse.