"Come on!"
It was impossible to tell which side struck the first blow. When everyone came to their senses, in addition to the deafening sound of killing, someone had already fallen.
Oran has only one goal, the opponent's coach "Heistein".
He is the root of all evil. Capture him and win this battle quickly.
But within five minutes of the match, Olan's confidence began to shake.
The right wing of the Unsa army was about to collapse.
A young man wearing black armor commanded his men to kill like ferocious tigers.
Oran didn't know who this was, but if he pulled his left wing over at this moment, it would be too late to help. At the risk of one wing collapsing, Oran raised his hand signal, and the Titan following behind him took out his horn and blew his trombone.
We can no longer stand aside after the war.
The hospital riders heard the trombone kicking the reins and ran forward with eyes like swords.
You can't hide your personal interests in this battle. If you lose, you will collapse. All the nobles participating in the battle will give up their wealth.
Counting Oran, there were nearly sixty heavy-armed hospital riders, moving forward with all their heart.
The Vikings' armor and shields were very hard, but within this short distance, the war horses, combined with the spears and heavy armor, exuded a terrifying aura that swallowed up everything.
…
"Protect the leader!"
The Viking warrior team closest to Hestein gathered their formation and concentrated their firepower to block the Oran Cavalry charge.
Rushing on the battlefield is more important than equipment, courage, and luck.
Among the riders, Tuman was also present. He ran and drew his longbow at the same time.
At high speed, when he fired this cold arrow, he was lucky enough to pass through several gaps in the Viking shield wall, and almost shot Hestein dead.
Although he failed, Hestein lost his balance while flashing the arrow and fell off his horse. The soldiers around him panicked and surrounded him.
For nearly half a minute, Hestein didn't get up.
The battlefield is constantly changing, and these twenty seconds can give Oran an advantage.
His riders were forced to fight to the death. The Ansa knights and infantrymen behind him were also infected and turned into beasts together. They uttered words about family, God, or swear words, and strong beliefs, and the two wings quickly crossed each other.
Some people were even swept away by war horses, and when they fell, their whole faces hit the rocks on the ground and were dented directly.
"Formation!" Hestein stood up and shouted to his men not to panic.
They are natural warriors. They work in teams of three or five and rely on small bucklers to flexibly change their formations.
Soldiers have no way to retreat. They come from far and wide to rob and rob them. If they can't win and get treasure, when they return after winter, they will only be injured and have only a life of poverty.
"Odin has made us fearless!"
Flying arrows and spears were treated as children's playthings by the soldiers who had swallowed the poisonous Mogu. Their devotion to their faith made them lose pain for a time.
Although Oran's wing had a large number of people and used war horses to clear the way, it could not break through Hestein's core main infantry team.
By this time, Unsa's right wing had collapsed, with battle losses exceeding 15%, and it would soon turn into an all-round chaos.
They are all peasant soldiers or soldiers who have fought in several wars, and they are not very enlightened.
Before the war started, the monk also told them that they had to fight to the death to get to heaven, but when they actually went to the battlefield, it hurt so damn much when the sword fell on them.
Once the faith in mortality is lost, only the desire to live remains.
"withstand!!!"
Marcus holds a battle sword to protect the battle flag of this wing.
He is a good player in single combat, but at this time, the battlefield is vast and weapons are scattered everywhere, and he cannot use his advantages.
So what if the sword is fast enough?
The Vikings mastered the control of the small round shield so well that it was like an extension of the palm of their hand. It was flexible and changeable. Three or five people even formed a small offensive formation. When they rushed over, no matter how fast he gestured, he could kill one or two. But he was also stabbed by the third sword protruding from the shield formation.
"withstand!"
As there are fewer and fewer soldiers around,
Marcus forgot everything and only had one thought left in his mind...
"God Odin!"
Marcus' armor has been dyed red and black, and his body
"My lord, run!"
Marcus's last personal soldier tried to pull him, but he shook him away with his eyes.
"I am Dawn!"
He shouted that he would either die in battle or kill the Viking old man at this moment.
"You're so nice!"
When Marcus broke through a three-man shield formation, he lowered his body and used his feeling to draw his sword forward and backward, but he encountered a master.
It was the commander who had just directed the Vikings to charge away from the right wing.
Under the mask is a handsome face that is different from that of a Viking.
He heard Marcus's roar just now, which made him ask, "Dawn?"
"dawn!"
Marcus roared, sword light and footsteps slashing out at the same time. This distance was within his single-kill range, and no one could come close.
But he had exhausted too much energy in front of him, and the attack on the turtle-shell-like defensive Viking shield had already made his hands start to tremble.
But this leader is waiting for work.
He only had two seconds to react when the sword struck him. He was very experienced and used one second to judge the distance and another second to decide the angle of attack.
Keng!
The two of them clashed with each other, but neither was injured.
Knut pulled down the retractable visor, and after seeing Marcus's face more clearly, he replied,
"At this speed, you deserve it!"
…
Unsa's right wing completely collapsed, and the center wing was pushed to the last line of defense. Although the right wing had an advantage, Oran did not expect this group of people to be so powerful.
His hospital rider was down 70%, but he still couldn't overpower him.
The Vikings, who were staggering after being blasted by their war horses, could only use their axes, legs, or willpower to get up.
"damn it!"
Oran's eyes turned red and his mind couldn't turn around. He saw that he was still some distance away before he rushed in front of Hestein.
He was not afraid to slash through, and Kunsang was entangled by six Viking warriors and unable to follow.
Titan was almost cut off half of his face by a flying battle ax just now, and lost contact with Oran.
At this moment, Armand was the only one who was still with Olan.
"Your Excellency, please retreat!"
"If you retreat, everyone on this wing will die!"
Olan didn't know where he was cut, and it hurt like hell, but he was able to escape after being beaten like this. If the Sheriff and the King, who had been suppressed by him before, took action, would he still have a foothold?
The shouts of Odin and Thor became louder and louder.
Damn Odin!
The last eight hospital riders followed Oran.
Seeing that Olan refused to retreat, Armand hesitated for a few seconds and followed.
Swordsman, defender, determined to win or die...
boom!
In the end, the eight knights finally knocked away the Viking Berserker.
The extremely powerful collision force knocked the soldiers around Hestein far away.
Warm horse blood sprinkled on Oran's face. He saw with his own eyes how brave these riders who worshiped him as gods were and how tragic their death was.
There is no time to cry and avenge them with blood.
Oran and Hestein finally met.
One has been famous for many years, and the other is a rising star.
One of the two swords will be trampled underfoot.
In terms of experience, Hestein is much better than Oran, but at this time, the competition is about who has better luck.
There was Armand beside Olan, but the Viking warrior was rushed through the breach and had no time to return to defense.
There is no need to be polite when bullying the few with more.
The two of them slashed at each other with their swords.
But lying on the ground, a still-breathing Wei soldier suddenly grabbed Olan's leg and tripped him down. When he got up again, Hestein used his sword to stop Armand's offensive. Two swords Tangled together, in terms of strength, the fifty-year-old Hestein is no less inferior to this young man who is more than ten years younger than him.
When Olan killed him with his sword, Armand lost the balance of power and was slapped away with a heavy force. He was immediately in danger of being broken by the sword.
Hestein thought that when Olan came over, he would draw his sword downward to block the rescue, and then he could recover and stab him from the side. Unexpectedly, Olan didn't care about life or death, and stabbed Hestein with his sword like an angry bull.
In desperation, he still took the safest defensive posture, took two steps back, and then rushed forward with his sword.
This time it was him and Hestein who were entangled.
At this time, the nearest Viking shield team approached. Although it was blocked by Kunsang, one person directly drew his crossbow and pointed it at Oran.
Armand, who was standing up at this distance, could use his body to block it, but he would dodge farther away.
Olan was stabbed in the shoulder by a cold arrow and almost fell down. Hestein seized the opportunity and swung his sword violently. Kunsang in the distance had no time to take action.
Keng!
At the critical moment, Armand wielded the sword again.
Oran's life and death were forgotten by him. At this moment, he just wanted to kill Hestein and save himself.
Loyalty to Oran, loyalty to the king, is there any difference?
Hestein was slower, and slashed Oran's shoulder with his sword. Before he could cut off the tendons of his left arm, Armand also came over and stabbed him in the side of the heart.
But the armor is too hard and cannot be penetrated.
"Win!" Hestein smiled.
Armand's expression ranged from excitement to indifference.
Because his body was cold, a sword flashed in front of him, hitting Hestad's front body, breaking open the damaged armor and stomach. When he retracted it and regained his strength, it slashed at himself.
Traitors will die!
Oran used all his strength, and before falling down, he scratched Armand's neck with the Immortal Sword.
"It turns out the traitor's blood tastes so bad!"
Oran's face turned red and he fell down together with Armand.
Marcus fell, the other Sheriffs fell, Oran fell, Armand fell...
All three wings are facing collapse.
At the last moment, Kunsang and Tuman stood up.
Tuman threw the flying ax from a distance, making Hestein not only unable to step forward to replenish his sword, but was also injured in the thigh by the flying ax, and fell to the open space in front of Oran.
The blood shed by the two people slowly approached.
Kunsang took the last of his team and rushed in to grab people.
Flying rocks, battle axes, cold arrows, and various range weapons passed through her cheek.
But what's so scary about this.
He ran like a ball of flame, stirring up the last hope on the cold battlefield.
Hestein tried his best to get up, but it was too late. Knut, who had just captured Marcus, was faced with the last remaining soldiers to stop him, and it would take half a minute before he could get close.
boom!
Kunsang was wounded on the right side of his body while holding the sword. He endured the pain and pulled out the dagger from his waist. He swung it forward, pointed it at Hestein's face, and stabbed it in.
In just two clicks, he aimed at the two holes.
Two seconds later, Hestein was crippled and died.
"Sir, don't be afraid, I'm here to take you home this time!"
Kunsang smiled, his teeth covered with blood...and fell motionless in front of Oran.
"save him……"
The trumpet sounded again.
It’s the Vikings’ Odin war song coming from afar.
But who doesn’t have a helper?
This is the kingdom of God,
Amon's team in the middle wing, which had originally collapsed, ushered in the Mercians, and Nanding under Oran also led the team closer.
In order to capture Halfdan this time, they borrowed a private army of Cross Flying Serpents. Although they were not many in number, they were all experienced veterans.
Hundreds of people from each side came to fight.
The formation regrouped, this time into a center-wing attack.
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I won't die, won't...
I want to rule everything!
Olan, who had only one breath left, was helped up again by Titan.
His body was covered with wounds. If he was not treated, he would definitely die if he was surrounded by two armies.
"Your Excellency, you will definitely survive. Please help me take care of my wife..."
The armor on Titan, plus the armor on Oran.
This weight would make Titan's leg bones sink downward just by standing still.
"Let these old southerners know our fearlessness and bravery. After victory, they will have our hairstyle, tattoos, and kneel at the foot of the Great Temple."
Canute took command of Hestein's troops
Let the old die in battle, and the new come forward. After today, among the Viking leaders, their names will be sung.
"attack!"
"Array up!"
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In the year 865 of the main history, two battles broke out outside Repton, and the final outcome was a victory for each other.
Oran's side fought a flat battle. In the end, the number of people was significantly smaller and the battle line was too long. The Viking team returned with Hestein's body.
On the king's side, the most outstanding Unsa nobles were Berry and Catana.
The two of them desperately protected the king's main wing from being defeated. Katana controlled the horses. In the battle of thousands of troops, he took a gamble and almost led the team to rush in front of Ragnar.
He fired the spear fiercely. If he succeeded, history books would say, "He changed England!"
Although the Unsa army was defeated in the end, Ragnar was unable to pursue them.
In just one day, the number of nobles above knights and above killed in the entire Northern Army reached 62.
As for those nobles who were seriously injured, their survival rate was basically only a few percent.
When Olan was desperately rescued by the Titans, the arrow wounds on his body had already infected him.
Titan was lame on one leg.
Kunsang was even more serious. He almost lost his joint ability, and his remaining eyeballs occasionally jumped as he hung on for his last breath.
Nanding, who joined last, did not fear death and did not abandon Oran.
Helping Titan clear the way, he was surrounded, his face was disfigured, and a sword mark fell across his left eye.
From then on, he could see with only one eye.
Canute, who was extremely ferocious in the first half, knocked down Marcus who was overexerted, but was also slashed with a sword in the arm. When facing a Mercian soldier, he was even stabbed in the left ear and almost lost the hearing in his left ear.
After the battle, there were many people seriously injured and disfigured.
Although the two sides have not agreed to a ceasefire, it will be difficult to provoke a second round for at least a month.
When the Vikings retreat, it will naturally be a great victory for Unsa.
In this battle, Olan's men fought the hardest and most ferociously. If it weren't for them, Amon would have been defeated long ago.
The surviving knights had no calculations or dissatisfaction at this time, and sincerely expressed their gratitude to Nanding, Tuman and others.
In the first three days of inflammation, whether Olan will die or not is very important. His life and death are very important. If he lies down, his team will be invaded.
All he had left was his willpower.
His eyes were filled with mist and various voices were heard in his ears, telling him to lie down and not wake up again...
Ella was not having a good time at this time. He was knocked off his horse, his left leg was temporarily unable to use any force, and his upper row of teeth was almost completely broken.
The little fat man fought fiercely and was lucky enough to come back safe and sound, but 80% of his soldiers were dead.
On the fourth day, when Olan finally woke up for more than five minutes, he said with difficulty, "No...die...no...rest!"
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