A Viking wearing a clean leather vest with fur kicked open a private house. He tensed his nerves, held his buckler in front of his chest, and walked in cautiously.
"Bah, these guys who call themselves civilized people are not as clean as we guys they call barbarians!" The oncoming stench made the Vikings wearing clean leather vests frown and curl their lips.
"They seem to seldom bathe, and they defecate and urinate directly in the house without hesitation." A guy wearing decorated mail armor and a terrible big scar on his face walked in from behind. The mail was taken off the body of a knight from the Principality of Friesland last year, and this scar was the "Medal of Honor" he was proud of.
"There's no one there, and there's not even a single thing of value in their house." The Viking, wearing a clean leather vest, said strangely as he kept rummaging around in the house.
After receiving the warning from the caravan, almost every household in the village had packed food and valuables in advance. After the alarm was raised, many villagers ran home, packed their bags and entered the wooden fort.
"These cunning guys brought all the food and belongings to that castle." The Viking with a big scar on his face walked out of the house, squinted his eyes, and greedily glanced at the wooden castle on the hill.
"Did you get anything over there?" The Viking wearing a clean leather vest walked out of the house and happened to see a small group of companions just walking out of a house not far away. He couldn't help but ask loudly.
"No, not even a hair is used." A few Vikings not far away were a little annoyed and shook their heads impatiently.
"Everyone gather together and come to me!" At this time, a loud order from the little leader came from the edge of the village in the direction of the wooden castle.
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"You should have seen the wonderful expressions on their faces after they found nothing!" An archer standing on the fort wall wearing a thin uniform seemed to be watching a monkey show. With a cheerful smile on his face, he patted the free peasant conscripts next to him. shoulders.
"Hahaha, search, search, you will get nothing except feces and urine!" The man wearing a shabby stuffed turban, a coarse cloak, a brown fur coat with a short robe, and a long, broad-leaf blade The free-farmer levy of Spear burst into laughter when he saw a Viking coming out of his hut empty-handed.
"What are they talking about?" A strong Viking man looked puzzled at a tall and thin Viking businessman next to him who could understand the jeers of the soldiers on the city wall. The latter's neck was already red with anger and he was glaring. He stood on the city wall without saying a word.
"Gravas, Arvid, follow me. The others stay here." The little leader waved to his two companions. The three of them held on to their bucklers and carefully walked along the dirt road on the upper hill. Walked up slowly.
At this time, above the fort gate, the heavily armed Simon looked cautiously at the three people approaching, while the archers beside him had already drawn arrows from their quivers and were ready.
"Don't release the arrows yet, let me see what they want to do." Simon waved his hand to several eager archers beside him.
"You are the lord of this village and the wooden castle, right?" On the hill road, the Viking merchant Arvid, who was wearing patched soft armor and a studded leather vest, said to the castle gate in a slightly broken Germanic dialect. Simon shouted.
"That's right." Simon held his hand on the wall and looked at the three damn Viking raiders with a frown on his face. "Why do you come to my territory with such a big fanfare?"
"Aha, we heard that your territory has gained a lot this year, so we wanted to come over and help you share some of the harvest." Arvid, the traveling merchant, raised his head arrogantly, as if he didn't pay attention to the people on the fort wall. inside.
"Oh? How do you want to share the burden?" Simon smiled angrily, looking down at these three guys who didn't know the heights of the world.
"Hand over all the wheat you harvested in the past few days, and then hand over three hundred deniers of silver coins." After communicating in a low voice with the little leader, the Viking merchant who spoke Germanic dialect raised his head arrogantly and said, "Otherwise, We will attack this vulnerable wooden castle and slaughter everyone inside like a dog!"
"Ha, you can come and give it a try." Simon sneered. On the wall of his fort is a hunter Bill who is an expert in archery, two skilled archers, and eight archers who know basic archery skills. In addition, there are nearly thirty infantrymen with basic equipment.
Unless the opponent attacks the castle with five times their own number, they will definitely suffer a lot.
"Floki, what are you going to do?" After the three returned to their team, a strong Viking man asked the little leader. At the same time, almost everyone focused their burning eyes on the little leader.
"They may have reinforcements. We need to fight quickly. It is best to break through their fortress walls and gates in one wave." The little leader twirled his beard and thought carefully, looking at the fearless people on the wall not far away. Simon.
"Very good. Let's make two siege ladders using local materials." A bearded man rolled up his long sleeves, slung his buckler behind his back, and walked into the village with a few friends.
"By the way, we need to knock down a thick tree to make a simple battering ram." The little leader said to a bored guy leaning against the wall next to him.
This guy's eyes suddenly lit up, and without saying anything, he picked up his thick two-handed ax and walked toward the woods beside the village.
"Lagervas, take a few people to patrol around the village to see if there are any ambushes," the little leader ordered to his companions who had just followed him up the hill to shout, "Be smart and shout immediately if something goes wrong. Pull back.”
The fierce and bloodthirsty burly man wearing a large chainmail nodded and walked out of the village with a few Viking warriors who were close to him.
"For the other people who have no work, leave a few people to stand guard, and we will pick a few of their houses as temporary resting spots." The little leader felt that he was soaked by the rain, and just wanted to find a shelter quickly. A warm bonfire was raised somewhere.
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It was late afternoon, and due to the heavy rain, it got dark very early today. The Viking ladder and simple battering ram are almost complete.
Except for a few Viking warriors who were watching eagerly around the village, all the other Viking invaders gathered around the bonfires raised in several rooms, eating simple dinners and discussing the battle plan for the next morning.
"When will this damn rain stop?" The little leader took off his wet leather boots and put them by the fire to bake. Suddenly, a disgusting sour smell filled the air.
"Hey, Floki, be careful, I'm still eating!" A disheveled Viking took a bite of dried fish and wiped his mouth with his thick beard.
"No matter how stinky it is, it doesn't stink as much as the pickled herring you are eating in your mouth." Floki, the little leader, retorted back indifferently.
"Come on, let's discuss some serious matters." A tall and thick man wiped his slotted Viking sword under the light of the fire. "How do you plan to break in tomorrow? The strange wall at their main entrance doesn't look very easy to attack."
"But we have no choice," the little leader Floki said as he took off his soaked bearskin mail shoulder holsters. "My plan is to divide into three teams. One team will rush to the city with a battering ram. The other two teams set up ladders to attack the walls on both sides of the front gate, trying to break into the inside of the castle and open the gate from the inside."
"Why not attack the weaker wall on the side?" The Viking, who was chewing pickled herring, looked at the little leader Floki strangely.
"We don't have many people to begin with, and we are attacking the castle. If we are too spread out, we can easily be defeated one by one." Floki looked at the fire and simulated the siege plan in his mind. "Besides, we don't know them well." The structure and force distribution inside the castle make it too risky to rush up from the side."
"Okay, let's follow your plan." The Viking nodded thoughtfully.
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At the same time, inside the wooden castle, Simon couldn't help frowning as he looked at the heavier rain and the bustling villagers in the castle who were soaked in the rain.
"It can't go on like this. It won't be good if you get caught in the rain and get sick." Simon thought to himself and looked at the village chief not far away, "Hey village chief, find two young men to build a few simple large awnings, and then raise a few Make a bonfire.”
"Okay, sir." The village chief nodded hurriedly and took a few serfs to find the materials.
"Except for the night watchers, everyone else should rest early. There will be a fierce battle tomorrow." Simon rubbed his sore temples and looked at the few private houses in the village in the rain that were illuminated by fire.
