"They plundered my territory and village." Lord Fowler panted and sat at the wooden table. He took the ale handed to him by a slave girl, raised his neck and drank heavily, the wine flowing down his beard and chin. flow down.
"Who is he?" Visbyar asked Lord Fowler, sitting on a wooden chair covered with animal skins with a gloomy expression.
"I don't know, but they are probably Upplanders from the north." Lord Fowler put down his cup, wiped his mouth with his sleeve, and said to Visbijal.
"Hmph, damn it, you actually want to attack my territory. Hausstein immediately summoned the warriors and we went to Fowler's territory." Visbyar looked at the warrior Hausstein standing aside and ordered him .
"As you command, my lord." Hausstein immediately bent down and bowed to Visbijar before saying.
"But sir, aren't half of our troops still in England and not coming back?" Lord Fowler said to Visbiar curiously.
"Visby's troops are enough. We have fifty warriors, not to mention I have a strong warrior." Visbyar's army consists of two battle groups, with a total of about 100 people, but he Heeded the Boneless's call to arms and sent half his force to England.
The fifty warriors are already a very effective fighting group, and Visbiar has put on his own armor. This is a pair of heavy leather armor, but outside the hard leather, there are scale-like iron plates. , the iron armor on the shoulders was gleaming, the leather belt on the chest was passed diagonally across the chest, around the waist, and tied behind the back. A Viking iron sword symbolizing the lord's rights hung at the side.
"Helm, my lord." Lord Fowler personally held Visbiar's helmet, which was decorated with white feathers like a pair of wings.
"Let's go catch those guys who dare to attack my land." Visbiar took the helmet, tucked it under his left arm, and strode outside. At this time, the heavy door of the lord's house opened. Opening, there was a loud noise, and fifty warriors wearing various armors gathered together. Their equipment was much stronger than that of Ulanpu's North warriors, and many of the armors and weapons showed an obvious Saxon style.
"Woooooooooo~~~~." Several dull and loud horn sounds echoed over the village of Visby. Many ordinary free people were watching. They also heard the news that someone was coming to attack the village. , suddenly became indignant.
"Lord, please let us join the battle." The blacksmith from Visby Village picked up the hammer in his hand and said loudly to Visbyar.
"Very good. Those who are willing to join the battle will follow us." Visbijal nodded with satisfaction. He believed that the people who raided his territory were just a small group of bandits. With such a powerful force, the opponent He will definitely retreat in the face of difficulties, so he must use his troops quickly.
"Gray Law." A war horse neighed, and a young warrior, who had just reached adulthood and still had a childish look on his face, led a black horse and came to Visbiar.
"Let's go." Visbiar stepped on the crouching shoulders of a slave and mounted his horse. He looked around at his army and said loudly with a wave of his hand.
"Creak." The wooden doors in the villages and towns were opened. This simple but practical wooden door is made of a row of thick sharp wooden stakes. Usually the door is pulled and lifted up by two cows, so that people can walk with it. Once night comes, During a war, they will be put down, and it is impossible for ordinary people to push them away.
"Boom, boom, boom." The Norse warriors of Visby followed their Yael to the battle. Their heavy footsteps made a roar. They also all carried round shields on their backs, axes on their waists, and axes in their hands. Armed with spears, there were also Viking archers serving Visbijjar.
At the same time, Su Chen and others were not idle. They carried all the wood they plundered from the village to the outside of the village. One end of the wood was sharpened and inserted on both sides, trying to make the road into the village as smooth as possible. of narrowness.
"Is this trick useful?" Vargas asked with some doubt, but this did not affect the speed of his swing of the hammer. In his opinion, what was the use of this kind of wooden stake.
"Add more roadblocks, over there." Su Chen ignored Vargas's complaints. He would complain about any decision he made anyway, so he concentrated on setting up roadblocks.
"Ulf, they are coming." Suddenly, Ange shouted to Suchen below from a big tree nearby. She climbed up the big tree, looked out, and found a small stream of The dust rose up, and they were keenly aware that an army was approaching them.
"Are you here?" Su Chen squinted his eyes. He looked at the path leading outside the village. He didn't know how many people Visbijar had brought to destroy them.
"Well done, I've had enough of driving stakes." Vargas sighed. He would rather fight the enemy in the open space than do these little tricks.
"Bring that firewood cart over and pour whale oil on it." Su Chen finally said to the Norse warriors. Soon several firewood carts were pushed over, piled with firewood and pine and cypress, thick and sticky whale oil. Grease was poured on it.
"Boom, boom, boom~~~." Just when everyone was getting ready, they heard the sound of heavy footsteps, followed by the neighing of a war horse, and saw Weiss wearing a winged helmet and exquisite armor. Biar appeared, and he saw that his village of Fuller had been reduced to ruins, but the damn thieves hadn't left yet, but had the audacity to pile up many roadblocks.
"Stop." Hausstein, who was following Visbijjar, was also wearing a heavy armor. He held a long-handled battle ax in his hand. When he saw the scene in front of him, he raised the long-handled battle ax in his hand. He held an axe, causing the warriors following him to stop and form a team.
"Huh, here they come." Su Chen looked at the army in front of him. There were only about fifty people, but they were very powerful. They should be a group of experienced combat troops. He couldn't help but licked his dry lips. He held his battle ax tightly and tightened the buckler in his left hand.
"Ping." Ange jumped down from the big tree. She walked to the middle of the team and picked up her buckler and axe. There was no fear in her eyes.
"Quack, quack, quack." Suddenly, a few crows seemed to feel the death feast that was about to be staged. They circled and landed on the branches, looking at the two groups of people curiously.
"Odin, Odin~~." Visbijjar couldn't help but murmured to himself while riding on his horse, looking at the crow falling on the branch.
"Odin is watching us." Hausstein pointed at the crow excitedly, turned and shouted to the warriors behind him.
"Oh oh oh oh, Odin, Odin~~." The warriors were also excited. Odin's messenger and eyes were crows. After losing one of his eyes, Odin used crows as his own eyes and looked around. Fighting heroes select qualified warriors from among them, and those cowards and cowards will be abandoned without mercy.
"Odin, Odin, Odin." Hausstein raised the long-handled ax high, and the armor on his body rattled. Under his inspiration, the Visby warriors struck with their weapons. Hitting the buckler, the dull knocking sounds merged into one, and the roars merged into a river.
"Hey, Ulf, say something." Vargas frowned, and he touched Su Chen with the shield in his hand. After all, the nominal leader of this team was Su Chen.
"Use their skulls to make bowls. Father Odin is on our side." Su Chen took a deep breath, raised the ax in his hand, and roared loudly.
"Oh oh oh oh, hand over the skull, Odin daddy." The Norse warriors shouted after Su Chen. Although they didn't understand why they called Odin daddy, under the circumstances, they shouted anyway. What, it can always improve morale.
"Odin, daddy, Odin, daddy~~~." The strange war cry of the North warriors rang out from the village. This weird way completely confused Hausstein and others. No one was fighting for victory. , directly calling Odin daddy on the battlefield, this is not in line with the Viking tradition.
"Start the war." Visbyar was too lazy to care about these matters. He pulled out the sword from his waist, pointed at the village where Su Chen and others were, and said loudly.
