"Holy Father, Holy Son, Holy Spirit, save me!" A gray-haired old woman looked at the bloody scene at the breached castle gate that was like Shura hell, and actually walked down the stairs in the corner of the castle as if she was insane. He climbed up to the side wall, screamed, jumped over the wall stacks, jumped down, and fell hard to the ground, unable to move for a long time.
"Ahhh!" With a shout, a thin serf wearing a tattered linen robe also jumped down, but made a crisp sound when he landed on the ground.
"What are you going to do, you idiot?" The old and thin serf grabbed the dwarf Kohler who was carrying his belongings and was about to run towards the fort wall.
"Don't stop me, you old thing!" Kohler, the dwarf, wanted to break free from the old serf's hand, but found that no matter how hard he tried, it was of no avail.
"Well, since you want to die so much, go ahead and die." The old serf looked at Kohler coldly, and pushed him back while holding his hand.
"What do you mean, can you escape death by staying in this dilapidated wooden castle that will be slaughtered sooner or later?" Kohler, the short man, was a little puzzled. He stopped and turned to look at his partner who had been working in the fields, " If you jump now, you can live, you can hide in the woods with your belongings, and then escape."
"You are self-righteous, stupid bastard," the old serf spat disdainfully, "not to mention whether you with thin arms and thin legs will be paralyzed. Even if you escape, what can you do?"
"You stupid and uncivilized old man," Kohler, the short man, was very angry. He no longer cared about running away or not and shouted at the old serf. "If you are crippled, you will become a devout pilgrim. If you are not crippled, go to Brutal." I just want to find something to do every day, even if I fall into the trap and live by stealing, it is better than dying here like a wild dog!"
"First, with your shabby figure, you will definitely become a cripple. Second, even if you are not crippled and become a bandit, the robbers may not be interested in a skinny monkey like you. In short, you are most likely to die of hunger and cold. On an unknown dilapidated road." The old serf's words were so heartbreaking that Kohler, the dwarf, turned red with anger and pointed at him, unable to speak for a long time.
"Since people are always going to die, instead of being cowardly and committing evil under God's watchful eye, why not kill a few pagans and atone for your despicable life? You have to think about how you will face our kind Lord after death. "As he said that, the old serf took out a hatchet from his cloth bag and threw it at the feet of the dwarf Kohler.
Kohler lowered his head and remained silent, as if recalling the despicable acts he had done in his failed life. His lips moved slightly, but he didn't say anything.
"Okay, old man, I admit you convinced me," Kohler, the dwarf, made a difficult decision, dropped the big cloth bag in his hand, bent down, and picked it up with his scarred, skinny right hand. He picked up the rusty hatchet, "But what about you?"
"I'm old and can't swing that thing anymore," the old serf said, pulling out a dung fork stained with excrement from one side of the dung pile. "This is perfect for sending those damn infidels to hell!" "
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"Master Simon, we can't hold it anymore!" A soldier kept retreating under the coordinated attack of two or three Vikings, parrying their attack very carefully.
"We have too few people, ah, damn it!" said a militiaman holding a curved broadleaf spear and wearing patched soft armor. One of them was accidentally stabbed by a Viking who was confronting him in front of him. It entered the abdomen, screamed, and fell to the ground unwillingly.
"Damn it, there are more and more of them. It's hard for us to resist. We have to push them back to the narrow fortress gate!" Ryan, the stonemason, narrowly avoided the agile attack of a Viking wearing light leather armor. He slashed his arm hard, causing him to scream and the sword in his hand fell to the ground.
"Everyone, pay attention, push the defense line back to the fort gate!" Simon shouted loudly, feeling as anxious as an ant on a hot pot.
However, Simon's soldiers tried very hard to switch from defense to offense, but found that they were completely powerless.
"Get out of our home, you rotten pig in a pigsty!"
At this moment, a Viking warrior wearing a stuffed leather shirt and a mail gaiter, who was looking for flaws in the exhausted militiaman in front of him who had suffered several injuries, felt a strong stinking wind coming and just turned his head. , a turd fork was stabbed into his face.
This Viking warrior was surprisingly tenacious. Although one of the three dung forks pierced his lip and entered his mouth, one pierced his nasal cartilage, and one poked out one of his eyeballs, he still used The hand wearing a leather glove that was twitching and trembling in pain reached for the throwing ax at his waist, ready to blow off the skull of this damn old farmer holding a dung fork.
"What are you waiting for? Come on!" The old serf holding a dung fork roared at the dumbfounded militiamen, who then smashed the spear in his hand while he roared with disgusting bad breath. The ground struck the Viking warrior's neck, killing him completely.
At the same time, some brave male villagers, led by the old serf and the dwarf Kohler, rushed to the defense line of the fort gate with hatchets, pitchforks, and already blunt wood axes.
"My child!" A timid and cowardly middle-aged woman in the back wearing a dirty half-life apron looked at the son she had raised for many years and mustered up the courage to take the most valuable property in the family - a rusty handle. The iron wood-chopping ax rushed towards the group of ferocious Vikings.
But just after he assisted a retreating soldier to kill a Viking, his head was suddenly hit by a throwing axe, and he fell into a pool of blood with blood flying everywhere.
"No, no, no! Ahhhh!" The middle-aged woman immediately fell to her knees on the ground and cried loudly in grief. Perhaps the extreme grief of losing her son turned into a huge hatred for the Viking who killed her son. She actually roared and rushed directly to the castle gate. In the surprised eyes of the soldiers on both sides, she knocked down the already-suffering Viking. Seriously injured Viking warrior.
This woman looked like a lunatic. She dug her long, dirt-covered fingernails into the wounds of the seriously injured Viking warrior and tore them apart. Then she bit the Viking with her jagged yellow teeth. face.
"Ah ah ah, who, who can help me, get this crazy woman off my body!" The Viking warrior who was seriously injured wanted to use his strength to get this crazy woman off his body, but the wound The heartbreaking pain sent through him made his whole body convulse, making him unable to exert any strength at all. He felt that he was simply enduring the greatest pain in this world.
"Boom, boom, boom..." At this time, some Viking warriors faintly heard the sound of a large number of horse hooves, from far to near. And they could already feel the ground shaking slightly.
"What happened? Have their reinforcements arrived?" Behind a Viking's side of the battle line, a Viking warrior crowded inside the fort gate with many Viking warriors raised his round shield over his head to guard against the cold arrow stones of the killing hole. , asked loudly to his companions outside the fort gate behind him.
However, the guy outside the fort gate did not reply. He just stared blankly at the main road leading to the village from the east.
"Enemy cavalry, cavalry!!!" A Viking warrior outside another fort gate shouted in horror.
"What!?" Frankie, the little leader who was inside the fort gate, tried hard to get through the crowded crowd and go out to see what was going on. Unexpectedly, a cold arrow flew out of the killing hole and was inserted into the fort gate. On his unprotected right arm.
"Go to hell, hahaha!" Little Klein laughed loudly in his slightly childish voice above the castle gate, and quickly hid away from the killing hole. Sure enough, in an instant, several spears flew out of the killing holes.
"Damn brat!" The little leader Floki covered his right arm and panted as he continued to walk towards the gate of the outer castle. However, a Viking warrior accidentally touched the arrow inserted into his right arm, and he was immediately shocked. It hurt so much that I wanted to die on the spot, "Get out of here, you clumsy bastard!"
After passing through the crowded crowd, the little leader Floki felt that the air was suddenly fresh, and even the anxious battle and brutal killing screams behind his head were a little blurry. However, he also saw clearly the Dorstenberg cavalry who had entered the village, and closed his eyes in despair.
"It's over. We don't have any anti-cavalry resistance or horse traps. At this time, we are attacked from both sides by them..." In Floki's estimation, if Dorstenburg wants to reinforce, it also needs to collect grain, fodder and recruit soldiers. It will take two or three days at the earliest. Who would have thought that they would not follow common sense and dispatch all the cavalry in the entire territory to attack directly.
At this time, the soldiers in Fort Verde already knew about the arrival of reinforcements, and their morale suddenly rose, forcing the demoralized Vikings to slowly retreat.
"Kill all these damn invaders!" Simon shouted excitedly.
