Killing monks on the battlefield would have a negative impact, so Oran graciously let these bastards go. Turn your attention to the field instead.
In recent years of direct conflict with the Vikings, in addition to learning their shield formations, the British royal division also quoted from Frankish and Roman classics about the command of formations with more than a hundred men.
Aku and others shouted to the soldiers and put themselves on the defensive. The soldiers who controlled the center of the shield were on the front line and inserted the spearmen.
Form a secondary line of defense behind the shield wall, and use long weapons to stab the enemy at any time. They also hid more than 20 archers behind the shield wall and took the opportunity to strike.
If there were enough riders harassing him from the left and right, Aku could completely block this group of crazy warriors.
Because now the Vikings were attacking the new lands in the west that had been given to them by the king. In the past, wars were all about broad things such as justice, family and country, and faith. However, this time it will affect the kind of life I can live in the next few years.
As long as he doesn't die, just force the Vikings away. Then we can build a beautiful home! The ferocious face of the berserker will not be more terrifying than the wild dogs on the roadside today.
The shields of the king's army were connected together, and they were taller than before.
"Yes, that's it!" Olan looked at it from a distance and said to himself,
"Vikings, hit hard. Don't give in, Flying Snake King Army. Use your courage to the fullest. If you die, you can go to the Kingdom of Heaven and Valhalla!" Hou Oran raised his hand again and faced Northumbrian. The former Viking subordinate who came to support Riya said,
"Go, prove your strength, you are the true 'Protestants'!" Mi Qiao and Gemeng led their men and sang the song of the White Eagle.
Bjorn's flank. Due to the traitor, the entire Viking side was far outnumbered by God.
There are more than 1,400 Carpenter God believers and allies on the plain battlefield. The battle ax that the Vikings were proud of kept hitting the opponent's equipment, making a sound like iron being struck.
What was a beautiful plain pasture the day before has now turned into a large ironworks and slaughterhouse. Among the chaos, Oran saw the tall figure of Bjorn.
The berserker behind him was wearing black armor. When he ran, he was like a crow flying across the ground. When he swept, he was very scary.
They turned into a huge iron cone, cutting holes in the shield array. Then the berserkers changed their formations again, mixed with the king's army, and finally broke Aku's formation.
But the one-sided massacre did not happen. Guthrum's men also joined. The hatred between fellow believers is sometimes as much as that of heretics.
The soldiers at the bottom didn't know why they were fighting, but when they saw their leader shouting and their opponent's battle ax flying down and brushing against their ears, they had no choice but to keep all the enemies shaking in front of them if they wanted to survive.
The white eagle flag was stained red with blood, and the black crow flag was scattered on the ground, allowing it to be trampled on. Some warriors who were in a state of stress even forgot that their limbs had been severed, and used their remaining limbs to shout for battle!
"Valhalla!" Bjorn roared, raising his sword high. Unlike Uba, he was still the strongest Lord of Sweden even in the face of adversity.
So what if the difference is one time, two times, or three times? If someone told you that a wolf swallowed a lion in a head-on fight, you would definitely not believe it, but in front of Oran's eyes, a surprising scene appeared.
As one of the commanders of the royal army, Old Frey actually blew the horn to break out of the war.
"Zombie, is this still a real knight?" Oran was heartbroken and asked the messenger riders around him to gather their battle formations and not to retreat.
Various sounds mixed with chaos, resounding throughout the venue, like an absurd concert. Oran couldn't wait any longer and rushed over with his men. When he was still five or six hundred meters away from Bjorn, he stopped his horse and directly touched the shoulder of the loyal hospital rider beside him.
"The opportunity to show off has come. Kill the Vikings. Your reputation will be forever admired by England." All the elite hospital riders are on board. Even if not a single horse is left behind, they can walk back to Northumbria. We must also win this melee.
After Bjorn saw Oran, he started reciting the war song during the sacrifice again, his eyes even more crazy.
"Holding sword and shield, fight to the death!" Bjorn's body had been injured, and blood even flowed from his forehead to his shirt and sword.
But the astonishing momentum was blowing like a strong wind. The originally clear sea of clouds began to appear hazy. The scattered Vikings gathered together and spewed out of Oran like a fire dragon.
"That's great. You can fight better than Yin Val. I would like to call you the strongest Viking!" Then, Olan's facial features were ferocious, and his angry blood surged up.
"If a few barks of a dog are useful, then it is more important than anyone else's words, and there is no need to hold a sword."
"charge!"
"Come on!" At this moment, two huge phantoms of raptors flashed across the sky. The White Eagle and the Blood Raven, the power of the Carpenter God poured into Oran, and the Wolf Lord blessed Bjorn.
"I will never die and live forever!" Olan took over the battle. The front army hit him first, and then people from all directions surrounded him.
Among the shadows, the one who does not fall at the end is the winner. ...
"Now!" As a member of the charging riders, Shrike did not hide behind to avoid the battle. When Bjorn went crazy, Shrike locked onto him.
I am only fourteen years old, but so what? The greatness of a person is not in age, but in experience. He was like a ball of sparks, emitting light, using his superb riding skills to push the horse under his crotch to a speed of twelve points.
But when he was very close to the warrior Bjorn, the berserkers who were not afraid of death used their bodies to catch him. The man and the horse collided, and the shrike himself was knocked off his horse.
If the rider beside him hadn't responded promptly, he would have been chopped into pieces within three seconds. Countless people fell. When Bjorn approached Oran, there were only a dozen people left around him. All the berserkers were surrounded in order to clear the way for him.
"Hestein is waiting for you!" Before he could finish his sentence, Bjorn rushed over. Ben Bo is Dawn... touch!
The Immortal Sword was directly shot away. Olan didn't even see his opponent's movements clearly. The warrior who walked out of the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood struck with all his strength, and Olan almost went to see God.
But this is Bjorn's limit, and there are twenty people around Oran to protect him. When he fell, the protrusions of the armor hit the ground, causing a huge force that shook his chest back, making Oran's stomach churn in pain.
After staring blankly at the sky for dozens of seconds, Olan regained his composure. Without anyone to help him, he touched the sand with his hands and slowly propped himself up.
But when he got up, he couldn't help it anymore and spit out a mouthful of bright red.
"What a pity, you almost succeeded... you are old... useless!" Olan was protected by more men, and then took the Immortal Sword that his men had retrieved.
Nanding and Aku have surrounded Bjorn. The latter could only watch Olan leave.
"Your Majesty, leave quickly!" The berserker also used his life to clear the way for Bjorn to leave. Everyone was covered with arrows.
Unless one of the two leaders dies, the sword will be swung until only one remains on the field. Olan confessed before leaving the stage,
"The duty of eradicating evil is over!" Then his tears flowed down. The Protestant followers, seeing such a great lord who protected England with their lives, naturally sacrificed themselves!
Olan turned his back to the battlefield, but his body was in too much pain and he cried uncontrollably. Half an hour later, Bjorn's men were almost completely wiped out, and he himself was hunted down.
Oran sent everyone to catch the escaped rat. After the victory, the first thing to do is to count the number of people and sweep the battlefield.
Not long after returning to the nearest stronghold, Olan took a rest, but Olan did not change his clothes. He also rubbed more blood and mud on his armor, showing the hard work of the fierce battle just now.
When he came out to express condolences to the soldiers, he saw the quartermaster counting the results of the battle, recording them one by one, and the food was being distributed to the survivors.
Olan shouted stop and came out again to increase his presence.
"You feed these to our soldiers."
"Your Excellency, this is as usual..."
"What's the reward for killing a Viking warrior?"
"Based on the valuation of the captured equipment and the conversion into rations, a soldier can get eighty days' worth of food." Since they had to hand over to the Crusaders, the royal family, etc., the soldiers did not get much of the rich spoils on the battlefield.
Oran was not satisfied and shouted,
"Let the Mercians next door see it and think we can't reward it. Who can eat this little in eighty days? All the spoils will be converted and divided." The voice of Long Live Oran spread throughout the stronghold.
Old Frey, who had just returned from the battlefield, could only watch with cold eyes, because he escaped from the formation and almost caused the destruction of the royal army.
Now he has no position to deal with Olan, and he is still afraid that Olan will liquidate him. In the end, the battle was won, but Olan said that the Vikings had no moral ethics, carried out sneak attacks, and killed a group of Roman monks.
No one could say anything about Olan's behavior when he led the troops. Aku was hurt a lot, and he didn't have the energy to argue with Olan.
What's more troublesome now is Miba, who was captured by him. It's terrible, this man
“But” what about the messengers of the Roman Church!
