Vikings: Nordic women

Chapter 64 The situation suddenly changes

The Knights of Huscarz rushed all the way, and the oncoming wind made Margaret in a good mood, except that there was a little too much dust.

But gradually she found something was wrong. The donkey under her butt was unable to keep up with the team.

"Should we change horses?"

She thought about it and rejected the idea. Today was just a special case, she was not yet grown up and could not charge into battle.

Moreover, charging into battle was too dangerous. If the horse was too good, she was afraid that she would suddenly get carried away and lead the troops to charge.

If she died, and Alexander couldn't control the lord, or if he messed up, he might have to start all over again.

When the time comes and she faces the monster she created, it will be hard for her to guarantee that she can still get to her position.

And if Alexander died with her, her reincarnation might be over.

The three-kilometer journey was neither far nor near. They rushed all the way and finally arrived at the location where the fleet was docked.

The sea breeze blew, and she looked anxious as she saw the group of strange raiders tinkering with her boat. Yilma also spotted Margaret and ran towards her quickly.

"Longbow ready!"

"put!"

The bowstring rang and shot at Ragnar and others who had already discovered them from a distance of one hundred meters. The effect was minimal, but it also prevented them from planning to set sail.

If you want to anchor, you have to sacrifice your life.

Seeing that they were all cavalry, Ragnar and others did not dare to come over and could only stay in the shallow water area where they could block the cavalry's charge.

The donkey under her crotch was panting, and Margaret was assessing the current situation.

"Go up and shout, I want to see their leader!" What Margaret has to do now is to delay time, and when her subsequent warriors arrive, she can wipe out these guys in one fell swoop.

A loud-voiced Huscarz officer approached cautiously, "Who among you is the leader? Our queen wants to see you!"

Ragnar and the others did not answer, for they were worried that Margaret and the others would shoot them as soon as they stepped forward.

"Don't you even have the courage to face us? You are a bunch of cowards!" Margaret provoked.

Huscarz sent someone else forward to deliver Margaret's words.

"I am the leader!" Ragnar's voice floated over with the sea breeze, and was quickly covered by the rustling sound of waves washing the beach.

"Who are you? What are you going to do to our fleet?"

"I am a Dane, Ragnar the Northern Dane! Give us these ships and we will leave!"

"Ask him if he is Ragnar the Furry Pants! Tell him that I don't accept his conditions, but I can give him gold!" Margaret continued to delay time.

"I am Ragnar the Furry Pants, and we want a thousand pounds of gold! Give us the gold, and we'll leave!"

Margaret looked at Ragnar from a distance. Indeed, the trousers he wore were made of fur, which was similar to the description in history.

"How many did you say?"

"A thousand pounds of gold!" Ragnar continued to shout.

"I can't hear you!"

"A thousand pounds of gold!" The Danish pirate raiders on the opposite side shouted together.

"I agree, but you have to follow me to the territory. I have a business to discuss with your lord. There, we will provide you with a meal!"

"Ragnar, don't agree to it!" Floki quickly spoke out to stop him.

Ragnar gave Floki a reassuring look, and his voice floated into Margaret's ears: "Just send the gold over, and we'll leave after that! We don't care about your business!"

"Ragnar, there are new enemies coming, they are delaying us!"

At this moment, Margaret's follow-up troops and slave soldiers finally arrived. Their footsteps were extremely noisy and they were panting, obviously having run all the way.

"Drink water!" the officer ordered, taking out the water bag he carried with him and pouring it down his throat. "You despicable fellows, you actually deceived us?" Ragnar asked Margaret angrily.

"Come with us to the territory. I have business to discuss with you! If you don't agree, I will send you to Valhalla!" Margaret's fingers tapped lightly on the scabbard of her sword. The arrival of her army made her more confident.

"Then come and try it!" Ragnar's arrogant voice came.

Of course Margaret would not go over there, she had to wait until her soldiers had rested. They had come from a long distance, and if they fought directly, they would not have an advantage.

If she were Ragnar, she would have returned immediately with her fleet, as their chance of victory was now gone.

"Rest here, Huscarz on guard, if they continue to weigh anchor or rush over, shoot arrows!" Margaret shouted at the top of her voice.

All the soldiers sat down, and some even lay down directly, running for three kilometers with the loads. Only those who ran would know.

Let’s wait and see who can outlast whom!

After all, Margaret didn't actually want to kill Ragnar. She hoped that the situation in the West would be more chaotic, the more chaotic the better, and it would be more beneficial to her.

The situation was at a stalemate, and Margaret put herself in the shoes of Ragnar and the others. She felt that if she were in their shoes, they would definitely not choose to go to war with her, because there would be no benefit and they might even be wiped out.

They were Vikings, not fools.

"I repeat, we have rested now. If you accept my proposal and come with me to my territory, I will provide you with a meal, and I have business to discuss with you! Be friends or enemies, it's your choice!"

As time passed, Margaret's patience was exhausted. If the other party did not agree, she would have no choice but to kill all of them.

She looked down upon their fleet. Fighting with them would only result in her losing at most a hundred slaves, a result she could accept.

"We agreed!" Ragnar smiled, his cunning blue eyes staring in Margaret's direction, and walked towards her.

Margaret instantly felt like she was being stared at by a wild beast, but she didn't think she had any reason to be afraid.

Forcefully suppressing the uneasiness in her heart, she raised her hand: "Put down all the bows and arrows, they can be useful to me!"

Ragnar walked all the way to Margaret, and was stunned when he saw that the person in charge was a little girl.

"You seem surprised, my friend from the west!" Margaret put one hand on her waist and smiled at him.

She got off her donkey and came to Ragnar: "We are all Norsemen from Scandinavia. There is no need to kill each other, don't you think? Danish friends!"

Ragnar was tall. He half squatted down and nodded: "Little Queen, what business are you talking about?"

"I need slaves, a lot of slaves, any kind of slaves, preferably Norse. You can trick them over and let me handle them. No matter what method you use, as long as you can bring them, I will give you 50 ounces of silver for each Norse, which is four times the original price!" Margaret held up four fingers.

She paid a huge sum of money for the horse bones, hoping that Ragnar could pass the message to other Danish lords. Therefore, the price she paid for the slaves was very generous.

"Fifty ounces of silver for one Norse slave? What about the other slaves?" Ragnar inquired.

"I'm not interested in other slaves. I can only pay 20 ounces of silver, but I'm most interested in the Norse slaves. You won't fool me with slaves of other races, right? If you do, I won't pay you extra money!" Margaret's words were double entendres, a warning on one hand and a joke on the other.

"Of course!" Ragnar smiled, with a dangerous light flashing in his eyes.

"We can go to my territory to talk. You can rest assured that if I had attacked you, your bodies would have been thrown into the sea by now!" Margaret warned.

"Okay, we're just about to take a break!" Ragnar came over and opened his arms to her in a friendly manner.

At this moment, an accident happened. Floki suddenly pulled off the vow ring hanging on Margaret's neck and grabbed her clothes.

Ragnar was stunned for a moment and then became terrified. Together with Floki, he controlled her.

"What are you doing?" He glared at Floki.

Floki, who was deliberately provoking trouble, was shaking all over. Like a fighting madman, he excitedly held the ring, his arm muscles bulged, and his voice trembled: "Woden! Woden! Valhalla!"

The soldiers of both sides were entangled in an instant, but with the advantage in numbers, Ragnar and others were surrounded.

"Put down your weapons, give us the gold and we will leave, otherwise we will kill her!" Ragnar covered her mouth with his hand and looked at Margaret's soldiers fiercely.

(End of this chapter)