"Ah hahaha, well done!" The little leader Floki couldn't help laughing as he looked at the crumbling door.
"Clang!"
As the large wooden door of Fort Verde made a sharp and loud noise, the dilapidated door finally completed its mission and fell to the ground with relief.
"Come on, don't be dumbfounded, kill them all!" Floki, who was still under the wall next to the castle gate, pushed the Viking warriors one by one, pushing them towards the inside of the castle gate. However, he soon noticed that the expressions of the originally joyful warriors were frozen, and they no longer stepped forward, but stared into the fort gate with wide eyes.
"What the hell, why don't you rush? I swear God Odin will despise your cowardly behavior!" The little leader Floki was very strange and very angry. He raised his legs and stepped over the collapsed wooden door and walked into the castle gate.
"This..." It was different from the scene inside the wooden castle that he originally expected to see. What greeted him was another closed, brand-new wooden castle door.
Castle construction in this era had just begun, and many castles only had one gate, which could be breached as soon as it was breached. After discussions between Simon and Ryan, an open-minded and innovative stonemason, they decided to use the design of double inner and outer fort doors, and set up a killing hole about two meters long and wide above the door opening space between the two fort doors.
"Try this, pigs!"
Just when the Vikings who poured into the doorway carrying battering rams were about to regain their morale and break through the damn fortress door, they did not notice that there was a big opening above their heads. At this time, two or three little Kleins holding militiamen filled with boiling water and holding bows and arrows were watching them eagerly.
"Ahhh!"
The Viking warriors who had just relaxed their vigilance were once again washed away by boiling water, and they screamed fiercely. They endured the severe burning sensation on their skin and raised their wooden shields in an attempt to block the boiling water pouring on their heads.
"It was just pre-dinner soup, now it's the main meal!" As he said this, a militiaman picked up a big stone from the stones piled up next to the killing hole on the fort gate and threw the stone in his hand downwards. The Viking warrior held up his buckler.
"Ah!" A Viking warrior wearing only a rag vest and a leather vest, who was highly scalded by boiling water, had his buckler hit by a big stone, his center of gravity was unstable, and he fell to the ground. But before he could recover, an arrow shot from the killing hole was directly inserted into his face.
"You cowardly bastards, you know these dirty tricks!" A furious Viking warrior wearing sleeveless scale armor, with his exposed skin burned red, pointed the short spear in his hand directly to his head like a javelin. Throw that killing hole.
However, because he was burned, his accuracy was not as good as before. The flying short spear just rubbed the padded armor of a militiaman who had just raised a stone to throw it down, and was inserted into the arch of the corridor next to it.
"Dear God, I almost died!" The frightened militiaman saw the short spear stabbing open the layers of cotton used to harden and fill the armor. He quickly threw the stone down and leaned against the pile of stones. Next to him, he looked with some fear at the killing hole where the spear might fly out.
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On the other side of the castle wall, Simon raised his two-handed sword and slashed hard on the round shield raised by a Viking who had just climbed up the ladder.
I saw this guy was shaken by the huge force and almost fell off the ladder. When he regained his balance, the second sword swung directly from the top of his head. Half of his head with the mail turban was cut in half like a watermelon, and his brains splattered everywhere.
"Master, our outer fort gate has been breached!" Miller, who ran from the fort gate, said to Simon.
"Don't worry, make good use of the killing hole on the castle gate, and they won't be able to attack the second gate." Simon was not worried, but he was slightly aching for the new castle gate that had just been built and put into use less than a month ago.
At this time, under the fort wall where the enemy's ladder was erected on the side Simon was holding on to, there were dozens or twenty corpses of mutilated Viking warriors wearing leather armor or mail armor piled up. Washed by the rain, their blood, which exuded a strong smell of blood, was slowly flowing down the hill.
The grass in the hills and mountains was stained by the blood of the big beaches. The green and red were intertwined in the seemingly endless rain, which was indescribably weird and depressing.
The corpses and wounded of the Viking invaders were scattered on the grass and dirt roads of the upper hills. Weak groans and screams came from the pile of dead people. I didn't know how sad their relatives would cry after seeing and hearing them.
"Retreat, retreat first!" The little leader Floki really couldn't bear the stones thrown by the killing holes all the time, and the cold arrows that occasionally wounded and killed his own soldiers. Moreover, after nearly a morning of high-intensity and fierce fighting, many soldiers were exhausted and now they were almost forced to face such a new and solid wooden door.
"Floki, you coward, this kind of behavior will be despised by the gods!" A one-eyed warrior wearing a goggle helmet glared at Floki. If he was a proud warrior, he had no intention of retreating.
"Withdraw first! We need to reintegrate our strength and get repaired!" Floki looked at this "brave" thornhead with some displeasure, but still explained to him.
"Bah, you coward, this is just an excuse for your failure!"
"You..." Just when Floki was about to get angry, a sharp arrow penetrated the one-eyed warrior's neck.
The stubborn one-eyed dragon suddenly lost his vitality, but fell to the ground with a bright and proud smile on his face. He believed that his bravery was enough for him to go to Valhalla after death and become a glorious and enviable heroic warrior, waiting for the doomsday battle.
"Evacuate in an orderly manner, don't turn your back to the fortress wall, and raise your shields!" The little leader Floki just glanced at the dead one-eyed warrior with a little regret, and then shouted loudly to all the soldiers who were attacking the city.
After hearing the voice of the small leader, the Viking invaders retreated towards the village like a tide, but their number was only about 60 to 70% of what they were when they attacked the city in the morning.
"Floki, what are you doing?" A stubble-faced Viking man narrowed his eyes and asked Floki dissatisfiedly.
"Don't be anxious, this is just a tactical retreat." Floki, who was relaxed, was also very tired and took off his bearskin mail shoulder holster that became very heavy due to soaking in water. "Our soldiers need to rest, our soldiers need to rest." Tactics also need to be adjusted.”
"Isn't that just giving the bastards in the castle a chance to breathe?" Some soldiers were puzzled.
"Those rats only rely on high fortress walls and thick fortress gates. In terms of personal combat power, even if they are given a break for ten days, they cannot compete with us." Floki looked at the people on the hill with some disdain. Wooden castle, "If we can concentrate all our efforts, use wooden shields to protect the brothers carrying the battering ram, and use spearmen to watch the ghostly murder hole at the castle gate, once we break through the last castle gate, it will be ours." Time for slaughter.”
"That's it." Some soldiers expressed their understanding and nodded in agreement. Although they are not afraid of death, they also hope that they can die worthwhile instead of losing their lives doing useless work.
"Now, Alande, take a few people to look around. Lagervas, take people to collect firewood and collect food. Arvid and a few of you, come over to me and talk to those damn southern guys above. Bring back the wounded and corpses of our brothers.”
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"What do these sons of bitches want to do?" A militiaman on the fort wall who was cleaning up the bodies of his dead soldiers glanced at the foot of the hill and looked at a few Vikings walking slowly up the hill road, feeling extremely disgusted. said.
"It seems that they want to recover the bodies of the war dead." Simon put down the two-handed hook blade ax of the ponytail berserker and walked slowly towards the wall stacks on the fort gate.
"Ahem, the owner of this village and this wooden fort, we admit that you did a good job. The last guy who made us suffer a little was a long, long time ago." At this time, the businessman Arvid who accompanied the army Wearing a chainmail suit, he raised his head and looked at Simon and said lightly.
"Hmm, so what are you doing?" Simon didn't want to get too entangled with these cunning old wolves, and looked at the enemies under the castle coldly.
"Ha, you don't have to be so cold," Arvid, the merchant accompanying the army, smiled nonchalantly, "We have a few requests, one, to bring back the bodies of our injured brothers and those who died in the battle.
"No problem." Simon agreed readily, and the militiaman next to him almost stared straight in the eyes.
"My Lord, please forgive me for disturbing you. I am very curious. Are the mail and leather armors on the corpses just allowed to be dragged back and taken back by the barbarians?" The militiaman scratched his head and looked at it in confusion. Looking at Simon.
"Don't worry, even if they bury the corpses, we won't lose anything," Simon said calmly, "But if so many unprocessed corpses induce a plague, the cost of solving the problem is not something we can afford. "
"Okay." The militiaman, who was not a lord after all, had lived a stingy life, and kept his clothes tied, replied. He does not understand these macro-level grasps of the overall situation.
