The Viking warriors faced the constant shooting of arrows and risked falling into traps and dying as they charged towards the small wooden castle on the hill.
"Damn it, take the road up the hill, there are no traps on the road!" A Viking warrior holding a shield in front to clear the way for the eight carrying simple battering rams behind him shouted to his companions around him.
"Damn it, get closer to that dirt road!" A tall, thin Viking wearing only a dome helmet with a leather turban and padded armor, running lightly from the grass on the side of the road back to the main road uphill, but because of the mud The hilly road was too slippery and I fell down. When he got up again, he was covered in mud and feces.
"Cowards often don't end well." The strong Viking named Ralph took the lead and carried the ladder. While charging on the grass on the upper hill, he looked coldly at his companions who were gradually approaching the dirt road.
Sure enough, after a large number of Vikings gathered on the dirt road, the accuracy of the archers on the fort wall began to increase.
"Oh, Odin!" A strong Viking man with his beard tied into several exquisite pigtails, his eyes gradually dimmed, and he knelt down on the charge road with unwillingness and reluctance.
He was just a fisherman, and a month ago he was living an ordinary life in a small village in the Scandinavian fjords.
However, in the past two years, he had watched his neighbors who were once so poor come back richly rich every time they went out with the fleet to plunder, and became richer and richer. His originally peaceful heart became more and more restless. His simple character also became more and more snobbish.
Finally one day, he really couldn't stand this poor life anymore. So he sold his small fishing boat and fishing nets, bought a short curved spear and a tattered buckler from the blacksmith, bought a pair of shabby padded cotton robes from the armor merchant, and after consulting the leader After agreeing, he said goodbye to his wife and children and followed the fleet to Frank, hoping to make a big fortune.
But it was a pity that just this morning after he successfully followed the raiding team to rob a monastery and a village, he was shot to death by several arrows in a small village that he had never heard of.
There are actually many ordinary Vikings like him, but some are very lucky and prosper, while some are very unlucky and lose their lives.
Many charging Vikings gathered on the dirt road in the upper hill for fear of traps, which instead provided an excellent opportunity for the archers on the fortress wall.
Some poor Viking warriors like the fisherman were unfortunately hit by arrows in the dense rain of arrows and suffered casualties.
"Keep on holding on, we're almost there!" The Viking warrior who was hit by an arrow in his right arm endured the severe pain in his arm. He simply dropped his hatchet and used a round shield to protect himself. He also carried a siege ram beside him. Protective companions.
"Hmm!"
A fierce Viking who was carrying a battering ram, wearing a Norman helmet with a leather turban, padded soft armor, and a sturdy chainmail was hit in the face by an arrow, and fell to the ground with a groan. , twitching continuously, gushing out a huge amount of blood.
"Aha, do you think such a thick armor on your body can protect you? That's ridiculous!" Bill laughed and looked at his masterpiece with pride - the fully armored man lying motionless in a pool of blood. viking warrior.
"People gathered here, don't rush up like stupid pigs, raise your bucklers to protect your teammates who are carrying the battering ram!" Gravas, who was holding up his bucklers to block the arrows in front of the battering ram, shouted angrily. shouted.
After a while, the Viking warriors around the Vikings carrying the battering ram gathered and raised their wooden shields to protect them tightly.
"What the hell," Bill frowned and ordered to the archers around him, "Move the target and shoot the Yankees charging on the lawn!"
Taking advantage of this good opportunity, many Vikings walking on the hilly road quickened their pace and successfully sent the remaining six companions carrying the battering ram to the gate of the castle.
"This is the blind spot for their damn archers, hit me!" Gravas looked happy and shouted cheerfully, while waving to his companions who were still charging behind, asking them to follow quickly.
"Boom!" The wooden castle door made a dull sound.
The villagers hiding in the wooden castle yard were all frightened and looked in the direction of the castle gate in panic.
Several timid women screamed loudly, and the baby lying in the old woman's arms also cried loudly, and the wooden castle fell into chaos.
"O Virgin Mary, save us, save me and my child..." A woman wearing a dirty brown linen plaid dress held a crying child in her arms, knelt down and closed her eyes, praying continuously.
"It's all because of the sins we committed. These barbarians are a divine punishment sent by God." An old man with a white beard wearing a ragged black hood leaned on his crutches tremblingly, listening to the constant noise coming from outside the castle. Cries of murder and bloodthirsty roars, muttering to themselves, "God has abandoned us poor people!"
"Shut up, old man, don't talk nonsense." Miller, who was walking towards the wooden door with a spear and shield, stopped and rolled his eyes at the nervous old man. "Since God will send miracles to keep us fed and clothed, the same He will also protect his people from being trampled at will by the pagans!"
At this time, the militia soldiers gathered one after another near the fort gate, nervously holding the weapons and shields in their hands.
"Take a hot bath, you bastards!" Just as the Vikings under the fort gate were carrying a battering ram and frantically crashing on the gate, little Klein came to the top of the fort gate with a large bucket of boiling water and leaned against the wall. The barrel tipped over.
"Ahhhhhh!" Several Viking warriors who were carrying battering rams and banging against the door were screamed by being burned. Their originally pink and white skin instantly turned as red as a cooked crab. The intense burning pain made them roll around in the wet mud filled with mud and horse dung like pigs, trying to use the coolness of the mud to relieve the burning on their skin.
"You kid, go to hell for me!" Floki, the little leader who escaped from the side, was very angry. He directly used the armed ax in his hand as a throwing ax and threw it at the laughing little boy on the castle gate. Klein.
"Come back quickly, do you want your life?" Ryan, the stonemason, grabbed little Klein's collar and pulled him back violently, just as an ax flew past little Klein's face.
If it had been slower, little Klein might have gone to heaven to reunite with his father.
At this time, three or four militiamen carrying buckets of boiling water rushed up to the fort wall and poured water directly on the Vikings who were banging on the door under the fort gate.
"Hold it, hold it!"
With the lesson just learned, the remaining Vikings raised their round shields above their heads to protect their companions who were banging on the door.
"My hands!" Although the boiling water did not splash directly on the heads and bodies of the Viking warriors this time, it burned their shield-raising hands along the round shields.
"Hold on, we're about to break it open!" Glavas looked at the dilapidated wooden door, smashing his mouth and thinking about how he would torture and kill those damn cunning Verde villagers after breaking into the wooden castle.
At this moment, on the walls on both sides of the fort gate, the Viking siege ladders had been set up. Viking warriors rushed to the bottom of the fort wall one after another, holding daggers in their mouths and holding round shields on top, climbing up. climb.
"My God Odin!" A Viking warrior was about to climb up the castle wall with his round shield. Suddenly, he felt a loud noise coming from the round shield, and then a force so strong that he could not resist came from the side of the shield. The arm came to him and he fell down the ladder with him.
The Viking warrior who fell heavily to the ground wanted to stand up again, but found that he couldn't move without control of his body. Braving his eyes, he saw a stone as big as a cabbage next to him. But then he soon found that it was difficult to breathe, and his mouth smelled of blood and rust, and he lost consciousness after a while.
"Aha, this is the meeting gift I prepared for you on the fortress wall a while ago. Are you satisfied?" A militiaman wearing tattered padded armor shouted cheerfully, regardless of whether the Vikings under the wall understood or not. shouted.
"Woo! Smash these lowly bandits to death and send them to hell!" The archers and spear-wielding militiamen on the fort wall re-boosted their morale under the leadership of this militia.
"Ah!"
But just as the militiaman wearing tattered padded armor raised the stone and prepared to throw it down, a short spear flew from under the fort wall and penetrated his chest.
I saw that the face of this militiaman who was filled with triumphant laughter just now was occupied by extreme pain, and the blood flowing from the place where the spear handle was pierced on his chest and back instantly dyed his off-white padded armor red. Then, he stumbled and fell from the fort wall, falling heavily onto the awning that had been erected in the fort last night, smashing the already weak awning to pieces.
"Oh, no, my God!" An old woman curled up against the wall rushed forward with red eyes as if she was crazy. She knelt on the ground and stroked the still warm body of her son, crying loudly.
"Watch out for their spearmen!" Simon shouted from the castle walls.
The soldiers who had unscrupulously poured boiling water and threw large rocks at the Vikings under the fort before were frightened and frightened when they saw the tragic situation of the militia just now, and they couldn't help but restrain their actions a lot.
