The huge flint and bow and arrow hit the ground with an amazing sense of oppression.
Dust was raised when it touched the ground, and more than a dozen people were affected by the power from the corners outside and fell down.
Pepa is among them.
If she hadn't just shouted in advance that Alex must follow her if he wanted to survive.
He was afraid of being stepped on by the angry charging Vikings.
"help me!"
Peppa's mouth was full of dirt and one eye was bleeding. Alex immediately rushed to protect her.
At this time, the Vikings were also in chaos, and no one cared about Pepa.
Uba frowned and quickly assessed the situation.
He flicked his tongue to make special syllables, and then the warrior raised his buckler and weapon and struck them together, making layers of war sounds.
Enter the inner city!
But the Catholic soldiers also used the same method. They held the shield wall in front.
When the most elite warriors from both sides collided.
The soldiers of the kingdom turned their anger into determination.
If you win, you can trample these old Vikings to death!
They drew their weapons and hacked at the Vikings.
Arrows continue to rain down from the surrounding area
Some soldiers of God are wounded by their own men, but they get up again as long as they still have breath.
The sky is still dark, but the fighting spirit of both sides seems to be felt even by the stars in the sky.
The dark clouds were receding quickly, and cries and screams filled the battlefield.
"Shield array!"
The Vikings came like a tide, and one warrior could hold up two to three Catholic soldiers.
"Break it through!"
"Odin!"
"flank."
"Pinch in."
"Keep rushing!"
Shields clashed, and the crowd staggered against each other.
Many Unsa knights also joined the battlefield.
When Katana was leading the hospital riders to break through the Viking wing, his son Shrike was cut off by the enemy's shield formation.
"Father!"
In an instant, the Viking tide enveloped his son.
"Hold!"
No matter how strong Katana is, he can't lead people to break through a Viking Centurion in an instant.
The son's cry for help disappeared.
"No!"
The moment he saw his son being thrown up, another flint hit him and grazed the outer corner of the shrike.
A fire flashed in front of Katana, and then his son was no longer visible.
Tears flowed down along with the blood on his face. At this moment, he was completely crazy.
Excellent fighting skills, but it is still very difficult to face an enemy who is well prepared and whose numbers and equipment are overwhelming.
More and more tomahawks fell to the ground.
Oran saw from above that a soldier slashed his iron sword until it broke, and then a section of his face was cut off by a battle axe.
But soon another spear passed behind the Viking.
"Charge, charge me!"
Sweat covered Uba's helmet, flowing from his forehead to his nose, then to his lips, neck...
"damn it!"
He kept giving orders, and when he saw a knight assassinating a Viking warrior, he quickly went over and chopped off the knight's palm with his battle ax, and then aimed it at his thigh, like a butcher chopping meat.
But the leg bones were too thick, and the ax got stuck directly on them.
"Odin's warriors are invincible!"
He touched the sword that was covered in blood, his eyes dull.
At this time, the shield wall of our side was broken, and the charge tactics could not fight against so many crazy God warriors in front of us. There was still a chance to retreat at full speed.
"Your Majesty, I can't rush through!"
A soldier retreated behind him, leaning against his back to help him block the cold sword from behind, while asking.
"Fight for glory!"
Not all the severed limbs on the ground are Viking warriors. The enemy is more than the enemy. Isn't this often the case with the Viking ancestors?
My father can do it, my brother can do it, and so can I!
Uba was unwilling to give up, so the cronies who followed him hesitated and turned their weapons.
The worst thing is to fall down. If you don't die, you will always come forward!
Even if you fall, there will still be a Hall of Valor waiting for you!
"Valhalla!"
Then the Vikings shouted to the temple again, and the roars of hundreds of people made Oran's ears hurt.
The picture was different from what Oran thought. If the Vikings escaped, more people would die faster.
Oran had set up an ambush along the river they were traveling on.
But now hundreds of people are going crazy to seize King's Landing.
The momentum spurted out, and some of the newly built walls seemed to be affected, and a few strands of powder actually drifted away...
This time the charge actually penetrated the center wing of the God's soldiers, and the shield wall hit the gate!
Many broken axes were also stuck in the door.
When the citizens in the inner city heard the noise, many of them were scared to death.
The people on the wall fought back with various weapons and smashed them down.
But with just their battle axes, the Vikings blew up an extremely powerful storm, and more than thirty people rushed into the city.
The soldiers guarding inside quickly fought back and resisted bravely.
In the end, all the intruders were left behind,
The torn inner city defense line was healed again.
"Bastard!
"Son of a bitch!"
Oran was enraged and led people into the battlefield from the other side.
The shield-bearing warrior holds his shield high at all times to guard his safety.
When several soldiers saw Olan's group, they lowered their bodies and rushed over with the iron swords they picked up.
Like a bull raising its fearsome horns.
But in front of him was the strongest matador.
"court death!"
Kunsang was in front, feeling no pain or fear.
As long as Olan is behind him, even a hundred people in front of him will not let him run away.
Kunsang turned the knight's sword in his hand, and then used his numerical advantage to turn the wolves into sheep.
After several rounds of fighting, Kunsang and his men knocked off the Viking weapons.
It's not nonsense, it's aimed at the vital points.
One of the Vikings managed to avoid a vital point, but he was at the end of his strength and could not stand up straight.
Oran walked over and cut off the Viking warrior's neck with his sword.
Then there was another sword, aimed at the mouth.
The steel weapon broke through the tongue...
When it was pulled out, it was still stained on the teeth.
Poof!
Blood spurted in from the cracks in the barrel helmet.
"Pass it on, if you catch one, I will reward you with an acre of land. If you cut off one, I will give him two acres and a woman!"
Do you want to see how ruthless these Vikings can be?
Oran is also crazy.
Under the helmet, his eyes were red, and all he wanted to do was kill people.
At this time, the Vikings in Uba's direction launched a final charge like a raging wind.
A trumpeter beside Oran immediately picked up the war trumpet upon command.
The trumpet of the lord's trumpeter is different from the sound of other trumpets. Once it sounds, it means to go all out.
This sound awakened all the moving and breathing warriors of God.
The fake king prepared by Oran in advance also came in handy at this time.
He asked a fat man wearing a bucket helmet to pretend to be a king and go up to the city wall to boost morale.
The appearance of the king caused the soldiers of God to cheer.
After fifteen minutes, Uba finally gave in.
But the way they came had been blocked, and as soon as they approached the dragon boats docked on the shore, they could smell the burning smell.
The fifty archers and infantry who were buried defeated the last hope of survival in front of the tired and panicked Vikings.
Some of the Vikings fled along the slopes, while others ran into the forest.
Once the more than two hundred survivors dispersed, they could not be caught immediately.
But the sky was getting brighter, and as long as they didn't have a boat, they couldn't escape Oran's grasp.
Oran didn't sleep and led people to pursue him from King's Landing.
When daybreak came, the madness of the soldiers of God had not disappeared.
Oran's order, even a head or an arm can be exchanged for reward.
All the nobles took the lead and launched a huge Viking hunting operation.
Chasing from morning till dusk.
Oran finally caught up with Uba.
Although he lost, this bastard was still very proud and did not put down his weapon.
The wolf skin on his body was completely dyed red and was extremely fishy.
"water!"
Olan felt very thirsty, so he took off his helmet, opened the water bag, and poured water on his face. His hair was flying and his body was covered in blood.
After finishing the drink, he looked at Uba, "I saw you once when I was very young. At that time, I thought you were a waste."
Then the symptoms of hemoptysis, which had occurred when he was a Viking prisoner, and which had not occurred for a long time, suddenly appeared.
Olan covered his chest and finally succeeded in suppressing it, but he also spit out a small mouthful of blood.
"Hahaha!"
He laughed.
This disease has been overcome by himself, and the Vikings can no longer threaten him.
Uba feels that Olan is a madman, but now he is a captive of the madman...
"You ignored the peace treaty, attacked King's Landing, and killed the king. From now on, you Vikings will have no credibility. You bastards are all doomed."
"When do I kill the king?"
"Just now, the king met with your leader and wanted to influence you with love and justice, but you didn't know what to do. You viciously threw the king down, bit off his ears and gouged out his eyes. It's terrible."
Uba's body felt cold. What did this boy say?
Earlier, in the first hour after the sun rose, Oran asked Sals to send the false king and the actor who acted as the false king to meet the master and rely on the Vikings.
King's Landing is probably "crying in mourning" right now, right?
At this moment, Oran has countless reasons to avenge King Ella, and he is the hero who saves the country.
There is no greater merit than saving the country, no greater crime than assassinating the king, and Oran has done both.
Enjoyable.
"Sir, are you okay?" Kunsang stepped forward and asked.
"Uba, kneel down and bark for Uncle Ben. Don't you like to lock people in dog cages?"
Uba couldn't believe it. Regardless of whether he won or lost, he had never encountered anyone who dared to humiliate him like this!
He is the son of Ragnar.
"Boy, you better know what you're talking about!"
"Go and get my artifact."
After Oran finished speaking, he waved his palms, and a group of soldiers went up to disarm Uba, and then beat him.
Uba endured it and remained silent...Don't let yourself have the chance to go back, otherwise you will be finished!
Uba's face was pressed to the ground, and he was covered in dust.
Until Olan got the "Hammer of Holy War".
At this time, around Uba, the other six retinue soldiers who followed him to escape from protection were also suppressed.
Oran swung the hammer.
Approach the first warrior, then...
boom!
This Viking warrior fainted from the pain.
His fingers were all broken.
Kunsang clapped his hands and applauded, but the noble knights like Katana who had just arrived obviously felt something was wrong.
His son was seriously injured but fortunately did not die, which allowed him to regain consciousness.
"He's valuable and a king."
Katana knew that Olan liked profits, so he reminded him.
But at this time, Olan regarded profits as dirt.
"King?" Oran waved his hand.
"He is the son of Ragnar." Henry also came to the scene to report the battle, but what he said also disgusted Oran.
"I forgot, it's really scary." Oran nodded.
Everyone thought that Oran had listened to the advice, and they all started to persuade him, especially Tai Tan, who said smartly, "He is Yin Val's brother. With him here, we don't have to worry about the 'trouble' in the north."
Oran clenched the hammer and hit the second Viking warrior again.
"Your Mightiness!"
Then he blasted all the way to Uba.
Aiming at the right position, he aimed at Uba's sword-holding hand and exploded like a cannonball.
One strike was not enough, so Olan struck four times.
The entire palm of the hand was completely broken, and Uba had only a little energy left.
trouble?
Olan raised his body and looked at everyone, and said coldly, "Can't I carry it!"
Everyone lowered their head or turned sideways, and no one dared to answer the conversation.
"Halfdan also wants to die. Let all the riders be mobilized and let the soldiers from Mercia and East Anglia chase them. If they want to leave, they must either go south or go to the sea from the east. Bember will surround them!"
