Chapter 361 Uninvited Guests

After two days of trekking, the British Isles were within sight.

"Ah, the Thames, it's just ahead." Berialiu spread out the map and pointed to the delta of the river ahead and said to Luga: "This is where we will land."

"I hope this place is good enough!" Luca said, turning back to call the messenger and saying, "Notify all ships, we should be on our way."

Looking up, Luca saw several fishing boats of different sizes trying desperately to approach the shore not far away. It seemed that such a huge fleet really caught the fishermen here off guard.

"If they do this, they will probably let the barbarians in the city know." Luca said to Belialiu, "You have to speed up next, because as soon as they go back, the Anglo-Saxons will definitely send troops to drive us away. I only have 5,000 people, you must speed up, otherwise I will be driven into the sea by others, and then I will cause trouble for you!"

With Belia's nod of agreement, the vanguard troops had already reached the shore. The small warships landed first, and hundreds of fully armed soldiers jumped off the warships. Having learned the lesson outside the city of Syracuse, they quickly dispersed with shields in hand, expanding into a temporary defense line outside the beach, staring vigilantly at their surroundings.

"I'm afraid it will take some time for the Saxons to react. This time is for us to build a defense line." Luga said, taking Andrew off the warship and sitting on the small boats hanging on both sides of the warship. They used the small boats to dock and put their feet on the ground. The cold wind brought by autumn made Luga shiver.

The landed soldiers are preparing to build the camp step by step using the tools brought from the ship.

"We need food." Luca said to Andrew, "This timing is just right. You should understand what I mean."

"There should be some ripe wheat fields nearby." Andrew replied to Luga, with a sly smile on his face.

The two men seemed to have reached a consensus. Of course, such a problem had made Luca feel impatient. He selected five hundred soldiers and pulled the reassembled carriage on the road.

News of invasion spread quickly, and when Luga arrived, there was no one in the fields except the wheat waiting to be harvested.

"Those fishing boys always run much faster than we thought." Luka said with a slightly mocking tone, holding a huge sickle that he had prepared in advance. The speed at which this thing harvested wheat always satisfied him. Raising the huge sickle with both hands, Luka felt like a god of death, swinging it vigorously, and soon, all the wheat in front of him was knocked down, which made the soldiers in charge of cleaning up behind him busy.

"Wheat straw is food for war horses, and wheat is ground into bread. It seems we still need a stone mill. This is hard work." As Luga worked, he watched the soldiers stuffing wheat straw into the carriages handfuls by handfuls. This was a great harvest, and they would be able to have a full meal in the evening. Every soldier's face was filled with a happy smile.

Andrew took fifty men to keep watch. After all, no one could be sure when the Saxons would suddenly attack. If Luca was caught off guard, it would be troublesome.

"Luka! Luka!"

Just as he was busy, he heard Andrew's shout. Luca stood up and saw Andrew running towards him with a spear in hand. He said to Luca breathlessly: "Saxons, Saxons, Saxon cavalry, are coming here!"

When he heard about the Saxon cavalry, Luca was no longer calm. He quickly put down the sickle in his hand and asked Andrew: "How many are there?"

"More than a dozen of them are coming along the main road." Andrew stroked his chest and took a few deep breaths. It seemed that he had almost recovered.

"Andrew," Luca didn't know what to say. He put his hands on his hips, his face full of displeasure. He lectured Andrew, "You know I'm very busy now, and time is of the essence. Seeing you so anxious, I thought it was the Saxon army coming. Dozens of cavalrymen scared you? I gave you fifty men. Quick, quick, take fifty men and take care of them. Fifty horses is no joke. How long will it take to eat them?"

"But, but!" Andrew continued, "Their leader took the initiative to find us, and then asked me to come to you, saying that he wanted to negotiate!"

"negotiation?"

Luga was indeed somewhat curious about the Saxons' behavior. Negotiations, the barbarians knew of Luga's existence but instead of gathering their troops they came to negotiate?

"Where did this method come from?" Luca wondered. After all, the other side only had a dozen people. Unconsciously, he became bolder. He asked the soldiers to speed up the harvesting, and he led Andrew to find out what was going on.

After walking for a while, they came to a gentle slope where there were Roman soldiers standing. They were on alert, holding unsheathed swords, with their backs to Luca, waiting anxiously.

"This is it." Andrew said to Luca.

Pushing aside the soldiers blocking his way, Luca finally saw the legendary Saxon who came for negotiations.

He was in his thirties, with a long beard and a small braid tied with a leather string a few centimeters below his chin. As a soldier, he wore a chain mail made of iron wire and a cowhide helmet, with only the top of his head made of iron. He was a complete barbarian, at least in the eyes of the Romans, but he was tall, half a head taller than Luca, so Luca had to raise his head slightly to look at him.

"Are you the leader of the Romans?" Without any greeting etiquette, the Saxon asked Luca directly.

"So what if it is, so what if it isn't?" A sneer appeared on Luga's lips. Facing this Saxon who was half a head taller than him, he did not show any fear at all. Instead, he put his hands on his hips and acted fearless.

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"You haven't told me your name yet, barbarian? Otherwise, I don't know who my opponent is. I even don't know who I'm going to kill. It's sad, isn't it?" Luga's words to the guy in front of him didn't show any respect. After all, they were about to fight to the death.

"You are very rude, Roman." The leading Saxon stared at Luca with his brown eyes. He tried to suppress his anger and said slowly, "Have you lost the hypocrisy of civilized people after so many years of war? Or have you fallen to the point of abandoning that hypocrisy?"

"My respect and etiquette lie in spears and spada iron swords, not in polite words." Luka smiled grimly, and then he said, "Tell me your name."

"Kevin." The Saxon introduced himself. "Kevin Sean, champion warrior, get to know me well, and you will know a lot about my deeds."

"Oh, yes, Kevin, your name sounds very powerful. I wonder if it just means power?" Luca shrugged and asked Kelly with a helpless expression: "Okay, the self-introduction time is over. Is there anything else? If not, please leave and don't interfere with my wheat harvesting!"

"Listen, Roman!" Kevin had lost his patience after being repeatedly attacked by Luca's rudeness. He pointed at Luca and said viciously: "I know why you are here. That's enough. Harvest the wheat here and then go back to your hometown. I don't want you to lose too badly..."

"Please!" Luca interrupted Kevin with one word. When Kevin wanted to say something else, Luca had already turned back to the field to continue harvesting wheat. Next, Kelly faced Andrew, who was also wearing a mask. It seemed that this strong man had no intention of talking.

"You will regret it." Kevin gritted his teeth, turned around, mounted his horse, and left with his cavalry.

(End of this chapter)