In the next few days, Ella asked people in Zealand to collect the corpses of dead enemy soldiers from boats and water, cut off all their heads from their bodies, and clean them. Ella was very interested in the production process of these skull products.
The requirements are as follows: there must be no damage to the outer skin, and as much space as possible should be cleared on the inner side.
In those days, the seawater became turbid as the heads were washed. The cleaned heads gradually piled up into a hill, making the day dark and windy. The bloody scene made many English soldiers vomit.
After a few days of this, Alfred finally couldn't help but found Ella. At that time, Ella was sitting on a hill made of bones. Each of the severed heads of the dead looked hideous.
"Shocking, right?"
Before Alfred could speak, Ella asked first. Her originally clear eyes were now obscured by a dark cloud.
Alfred frowned:
"A rumor has spread among my troops that you want to make these heads into tableware. They are complaining about why they should form an alliance with such a barbaric army. You, purple-robed noble, what are you?
What do you want to do? As far as I know, those pirates don’t have such a bad taste, and your Seven Hills Empire doesn’t have it either.”
"Are you scared?" Ella ignored Alfred's question and continued to ask.
"Afraid, of course you will be afraid. In the eyes of my subordinates, your cruelty has reached the point where they would cry in their dreams. But I don't believe you want to make these things into tableware."
Ella moved her gaze from the skull mountain to Alfred's face. She was used to seeing those terrifying heads, but Alfred's handsome face made Ella a little uncomfortable.
"Tableware? Why do we need to make tableware at this time? Shouldn't we seize the time to make weapons?"
"arms?"
"Isn't this natural? Things that even our own people are afraid of will definitely make the enemy more afraid. I want to use these heads as throwing objects at the enemy in the next war."
Alfred didn't know what to say for a moment. Throwing these heads at the enemy on the battlefield would probably surprise the enemy. But that's all. On the battlefield, sharpened branches are more powerful than this.
It's lethal. If you have the time to make something like this, it's better to cut more branches.
It is really hard to imagine that this is the judgment made by someone who defeated Sigurd and Halfdan.
And Ella continued to talk over there:
"Especially when dealing with the fleet of this group of northern tribes. Their ships are too small and extremely crowded. Just throwing a head on top can cause extensive burns..."
Alfred felt that he couldn't keep up with Ella's thoughts:
"Wait, burns? You mean using these people's heads? I didn't know that a clean head would have such a magical effect. Am I ignorant?"
Ella was even more surprised by Alfred's words:
"What are you talking about? Of course ordinary human heads will not have such an effect. These heads will be soaked in quicklime for processing afterwards? In battle, pour some water into these quicklime-filled heads, and then point them at the enemy
If thrown into a formation, the spilled lime will burn nearby enemy troops. Coupled with the shock effect brought by the heads, it can definitely cause a huge blow to the enemy's morale!"
Alfred held his forehead: "Just hearing the description of this weapon makes me feel very funny... Zipao, your handwriting is obviously very beautiful, and you can tell at a glance that you are a well-educated and noble person... After all,
Who taught you how to make this strange weapon?"
Ella’s eyes became even more confused:
"Hey? Isn't this the favorite weapon of you people in Britain? I made it just like you."
"No one in Britain would make such a useless weapon!"
Alfred almost stomped a big hole in the ground.
"But I saw in the records of the Seven Hills Empire's conquest of Britain that the people on the British Isles clearly used this weapon against us. I can also tell you the specific documents and page numbers..."
Alfred, who had always behaved elegantly, was so angry that Ella shouted out:
"Please pay attention to the year of the information before looking for it! I estimate that the information you mentioned is almost a thousand years old! Those people in the records may even have different races from us! Could it be that in the purple robe
In the eyes of the nobles, are the people of Britain still the same barbarians they were a thousand years ago?"
"Gu...this is the blind spot of my knowledge. After this war is over, I need to look up relevant information about Britain and compile a chronology..."
——After this war is over.
A few days ago, Ella didn't even dare to think about such a thing.
But the situation is different now. Sigurd and Halfdan have been defeated successively, and Ragnar Lodbrok's reinforcements only have his eldest son Ivar. And Alfred has also formed a relationship with her.
Alliance. His fleet, coupled with Ella's Ocean Fire and other weapons, should have a great advantage when facing Ivar's fleet.
This blocking war will be over soon, and she will be able to return to Zealand and see Amy soon——
That silly little maid must be worried to death these days, right? What kind of interesting expression will appear on her face when she sees her return in triumph?
She has been busy for more than a month and has no time to prepare rat poison. Won't all the thousands of clothes she has hoarded been bitten by rats? Couldn't her ears really be bitten off by rats? There are also small rice plants,
Did you stay with her well?
Also, she wouldn’t have any objections to not taking her along on this expedition, right?
There is nothing you can do if you have any objections. After all, the form was too dangerous at that time, and Amy could not play any role on the battlefield. The cabbage soup made by Amy was delicious, and the toasted bread was hard but very fragrant. However,
, she couldn’t always accompany Ella on the battlefield.
——After all, she is just an ordinary little maid.
There was a lot of noise on the beach, but Ella felt an unprecedented loneliness.
Grass can find many partners on the ground, but the taller the big trees reaching into the sky, the lonelier they feel.
"When we go back, we can't let Amy see these weapons..."
Ella muttered to herself.
At this moment, Alfred, who had been standing aside, suddenly asked:
"By the way, we have been staying in this sea area for a few days. Who are we guarding against? Has Ragnar summoned any other lords?"
"Of course it's Ivar's fleet, right? His fleet is moving slowly, and he doesn't know where it is. As long as we defeat him, there will be no more wars on the Western Front."
"Ivar?"
Alfred's tone was full of surprise.
"As far as I know, his fleet set off earlier than Halfdan. It should have been in contact with you long ago. Why, didn't you repel him?"
"What did you say? Ivar's fleet... dispatched earlier than Halfdan?"
Realizing the meaning behind this sentence, Ella's pupils suddenly froze.
"Amy!"
She shouted sadly, pushed Alfred away, and stumbled onto a small boat.
