The Dutch farmers who followed Ulf were still a little worried. After all, attacking a castle was not an easy task. However, they watched the crossbows continue to shoot stones in the direction of the castle, while the bows and arrows on the city wall were unable to attack them at all. After hitting the target, they couldn't help but cheer, as if they were watching a fun game.
"Launch~~, ping~~~." Following the order, the stones were thrown out again, and there was a crackling sound on the city wall.
"Oh oh oh oh~~~." The farmers cheered and laughed. The feudal lords lived in safe castles. Whenever they harvested crops, they would send people to collect the grain. This kind of long-term oppression , has long been buried in the hearts of the farmers unknowingly, and seeing the oppressors suffering makes them feel inexplicably excited.
"Put out the torches." Floris hurriedly ordered the soldiers. The torches that they originally shone on the top of the city became targets. In desperation, he could only ask the soldiers to extinguish the torches.
In an instant, the city wall originally illuminated by torches immediately became dark, and when Ulf saw this scene, an imperceptible smile appeared on his lips. This was exactly the result he wanted.
"Let the raiders set off." Ulf turned around and said to Vargas.
"I know." Vargas walked towards the camp after hearing this. At this time, several Danish raiders were wearing wolf heads on their bodies. They were shirtless and didn't care about the cold wind at night. They exchanged gray and white words with each other. The dye is applied to the body, and then the plant oozing green juice from the skull bowl is crushed, and the color is applied around the eye sockets and on the face.
"It's your turn." Vargas told the group of Danish wolf-headed raiders.
"Woah, woah~~~." The Danish wolf-headed raiders raised their necks excitedly and howled toward the sky. Hei Tan, who was squatting next to Ulf, heard it and also howled. Time couldn't tell which ones were the howls of Danish raiders and which ones were the cries of black coal.
"Shasha~~." The Danish wolf-headed raiders crawling on the ground slowly approached the city wall. They were good at camouflaging and lurking, and moved quickly and quickly. At this time, they were perfectly integrated with the darkness.
"Kang." There was no torch illumination on the Amsterdam Castle. Although the soldiers above were hidden, it also made it impossible for them to see clearly what was happening outside the city wall. The Danish wolf-headed raiders took off the iron hooks hung from their waists, painted black, and connected with ropes. They swung the iron hooks and quickly threw them on the battlements of the city wall.
"Huh." The Danish wolf-headed raiders pulled the iron hook, and the iron hook immediately got stuck on the city wall. They pulled for a while, and then began to climb up very fast. After all, the Vikings had the habit of climbing rocks. .
"What's the sound?" Floris was nervously looking at the siege camp opposite, but suddenly he heard a small sound. If he hadn't been a person with super hearing, it was very likely that it would have been caused by the attack on the opposite side. Ignore the noise in the city camp.
"Is there no sound?" The guarding soldiers were surprised. They heard nothing except the sound of wind.
"What's going on with the wolves today and why are they commotion around us."
"I really hope that the wolves can kill all these Vikings, so that we can save trouble." The guards listened to the faint howling of wolves and said to each other. Just now, Ulf's crossbow made them Many of the companions were injured, and they hated these Vikings very much.
"Strengthen your guard, no one knows when these Vikings will attack the city." Floris said to the guards. He pressed the hilt of the sword at his waist and decided to inspect the city wall.
"Aha~~." After half a night of tossing, some of the guards were already feeling tired. He yawned and held the spear in his hand. Because of the attack of the crossbow from the opposite side, they were unable to light the torch. The city wall became dark, and at this moment the moon in the sky appeared, and the silver moonlight shone on the city wall.
"Huh?" But at this moment the guard narrowed his eyes. He felt that something seemed to be shaking between the walls of the city wall, so he curiously walked over holding the spear in his hand.
The moonlight gradually dispersed the shadows, but between the darkness and the light, the guard saw a pair of green eyes appearing, followed by a wolf's head looking over.
"Oh God!" At this moment, he suddenly saw a wolf appearing on the city wall. The guard shouted in panic, but before he could react, a sharp dagger slashed across his throat.
"Oh wow, poof~~." The guard covered his throat. He took a few steps back, missed his footing and fell off the city wall.
"Ping~~." A muffled sound was extremely harsh in the silent castle. Floris immediately stopped and looked back at the place where the sound came from.
"Not good." Floris was horrified and quickly drew out his sword and shouted loudly, "Enemy attack, enemy attack."
"Oh~~." The Danish wolf-headed raiders jumped into the city wall one after another. They raised their necks and howled. They held sharp daggers and axes and slashed at the guards who rushed over. The peaceful city wall was filled with shouts of killing.
"They're in, attack." Ulf had been paying full attention to the direction of the castle. At this time, he heard the commotion in the distance and immediately ordered.
"Oh oh oh oh oh~~~." The peasant levies lifted up the simple ladder made by cutting down trees, and under the protection of the Norse buckler, they charged towards the city wall.
"Archers, shoot, shoot." Floris was shocked. Although he was a brave commander, he lacked defensive experience. Without the torches on the city wall, the archers could not aim at all in the darkness. It can only be covered by a large number of shots.
"Swish swish~~~." The archers on the arrow tower shot at the city wall, but most of the arrows fell on the ground. Those arrows were like weeds growing on the ground. One foot hit the muddy ground.
"Light the torch." Floris felt his back soaked with sweat. He lay on the wall, took a look, and immediately ordered.
"Huh." The archers on the arrow tower hurriedly used flints again to light the torches, but at the same time they also exposed their targets.
"Load the arrows." Ulf saw the lights coming on and ordered the craftsman who controlled the crossbow.
"Yes, Lord." The craftsmen immediately took out a heavy crossbow arrow. The crossbow arrow was made of hard birch wood and was carefully polished to be smooth and straight. The head was made of pure iron. Prismatic. After another pull, the craftsmen loaded the heavy crossbow bolts on it, the bow frame made a creaking sound, and the crossbow string was tightened to the extreme.
"Aim." The craftsmen fiddled with the crossbows, trying their best to aim at the lighted arrow tower in the dark night, with the silhouettes of archers swarming above it.
"Fire~~." Ulf gave the order, and the craftsmen raised their mallets and slammed the wooden wedges above.
The archers on the Amsterdam Castle were surprised to find that the Viking ladder had been lifted under the city wall. They had no choice but to get as close to the shooting window of the arrow tower as possible.
"Buzz~~, ping~~, ah~~." But a black shadow shot in from the shooting window, and the heavy crossbow bolt completely penetrated the archer and nailed him to the ground. He wailed, There was no more anger.
"Oh God!" the Amsterdam archers exclaimed. They had never seen such a sharp siege weapon.
"Attack, attack." At this time, the Norse and the levy soldiers put up the ladder on the city wall with a pinging sound. The Norse held up his round shield, and the arrows shot on it, making a muffled sound, but The Northmen had no fear. The Danish wolf-headed raiders on the city wall were also constantly attacking the defenders. The shouts of killing from both sides resounded above the castle.
"When will it be my turn?" Vargas clenched the buckler in his hand, held up his ax, and said to Ulf eagerly.
"Be patient." Ulf was not in a hurry. In addition to the Danish wolf-headed raiders, most of his first wave of attacks were peasant levies, in order to consume the strength of the defenders on the castle, but he was grasping a Wait until both sides are exhausted to a certain extent, and then use the elite to destroy the defenders in one go.
"Waaaah~~." Floris waved the sword in his hand. He raised the sword to block the dung fork of a peasant conscript, turned his hand and slashed at his neck, and then pulled hard. The sharp sword cut half of the peasant conscript's neck, and blood spurted out from the wound, splattering on his blouse and face.
"Hmm." Floris wiped the blood from his face. He didn't expect that the Northmen could take advantage of the darkness to reach into the city wall. If he hadn't blocked it with his guards, the city gate might have been lost. Large numbers of Norsemen may flock to the castle.
"Woo~~." With a moment of courage, the stimulation of the bounty, and the hard fighting of the guards, the peasant soldiers began to become timid, and some of them began to retreat down the ladder.
Ulf put on an iron helmet with a nose guard, tightened the leather armor on his body, and raised his buckler and battle axe. He looked around and saw Vargas, Ange, Luther and Sigrid. Accompanying him on the left and right, Heitan ran happily in front as if to lead the way, followed closely by the Norse warriors from East Hamar and the Danish warriors given to him by Snake Eyes.
"Dong dong dong~~~." The dull drum beat sounded, and Ulf strode towards the Amsterdam Castle against the wind. As if he felt the pressure, the archers on the castle all moved toward Ulf. direction shooting.
"Whoosh whoosh~~." The arrow fell from the sky, and Ulf covered his head with the round shield in his hand without fear. The arrow penetrated the round shield and made a muffled sound, but Ulf did not stop. , he suddenly raised the battle ax in his hand and broke the arrow on it.
"Waaaah~~ Valhalla." Ulf let out a roar. The blood on the battlefield and the shouts of killing stimulated his heart, beating like a war drum, and the rolling blood stimulated his killing genes. .
"Valhalla~~." Vargas, Ange, Luther and Sigrid also roared after Ulf, and the North people behind them also roared loudly, and they charged forward like crazy. , as if impatient to attend a wonderful feast.
"Huh?" The peasant conscripts who had just stepped back from the ladder because of timidity suddenly saw Ulf and others rushing over, and they were all surprised and at a loss.
"Oh~." When Ulf saw the fleeing peasant levy soldiers, he raised his ax and without saying a word, knocked him to the ground. In the eyes of the Norse, escaping on the battlefield was an extremely shameful thing.
The peasant levies who were about to escape from the city wall saw this scene and knew that the Vikings would not spare those cowardly people, so they had no choice but to bite the bullet and continue fighting with the castle defenders.
"Ping~~." Ulf jumped into the castle from the ladder. He looked at the guards pouring from all over the castle. He raised his round shield and killed them without fear. At this time, Vargas and An Ge also waved his weapons, attacking from the left and right.
"Oh~~." The ghost-like figure of Heitan rushed into the city wall. It bit a guard's leg, wildly swung his head amidst the other party's miserable howl, and bit. The flesh and blood of the guard was exposed, and a horrified howl sounded.
"Luthor, Sigrid, go to the city gate." Ulf slapped a guard to the ground with his shield, then stepped on him and killed him with an axe. At the same time, he attacked Luther and Sigurd. Reid shouted.
"Got it." Sigrid's eyes sparkled with the joy of killing. She was very happy to receive this order, so she held the dagger in one hand and the Viking iron sword in the other, and walked towards the city gate with Luther. And go.
Of course, Floris knew that the city gate was a top priority, so he placed at least twenty soldiers to guard it near the city gate. Although these soldiers holding teardrop-shaped shields and spears could not be called elite, they were They are also sergeants who often participate in military training. They are closely together, connected with the teardrop shields in their hands, blocking the road to the city gate like a shield wall.
"Hahaha, now I have some fun." Sigrid licked her lips, and the enemy's blood at the corner of her mouth was licked by her. The taste of rust made her intoxicated like fine wine, but before she could step forward, Luther He had already rushed forward with a long-handled axe.
"Big guy, don't steal my prey." Sigrid shouted dissatisfied.
"Ping~~~." Luther ignored him. He raised the long-handled battle ax in his hand and slammed it against the shield wall. The heavy long-handled battle ax quickly split the shield into two halves. The sergeant behind him was knocked backwards by the shock. His companions behind him looked at the scene in front of them in disbelief.
"Oh~~." But Luther didn't give them any chance to be dazed. He picked up the tomahawk in his hand and swept it towards the gap. Those who touched the tomahawk were immediately killed or injured, and their limbs were broken. and flesh and blood flying everywhere.
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