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The armies of both sides gradually approached under the rain of arrows. The first one to engage was the central part. Guzlen deliberately used the Nordic wild boar formation in the central part. This formation similar to the arrow edge is precisely to break through the enemy's attack. Front, so the troops in the center are definitely elite troops.
"Go forward." Guzlen personally carried the round shield and Viking iron sword, and led his own bodyguards to move forward, and soon the leading troops collided with each other.
"Boom~~." Shields collided fiercely, and the vikings' war roars shook the sky. The Mercians were not to be outdone. The frustration in their hearts seemed to turn into infinite courage at this moment, and the spears fell from the shields. He stabbed the Viking in the direction, and the sword and ax struck each other, making a crisp clashing sound.
"Go forward, go forward." Ulf stared ahead. Facing them was an army of Mercian commoners. These Mercian soldiers, armed with shields and old spears, hid nervously behind the shields. The eyes they occasionally revealed were full of Fear of the Vikings, and the Vikings seemed to smell the scent of weakness. Many people were eager to try, and couldn't wait to knock on the shields in their hands. The banging sound caused panic among the Mercians.
"Attack Ulf." Vargas couldn't wait any longer. He kept turning the ax in his hand, and the desire for blood was already impacting his brain.
"Steady." But Ulf was not in a hurry. He knew that the first people to die on the battlefield were the impulsive ones, so he raised the ax in his hand to stop the impulsive people who tried to run out of the queue.
"Hoo, ho, ho~~." Rapid breathing sounded among the Mercians. They were originally just a group of ordinary farmers, but the orders of the king and lord brought them to this cruel battlefield.
"Damnable nobles and lords." A Mercian militiaman clenched the pitchfork in his hand. He glanced at the cavalry team slowly following behind them. They were the troops led by their lords, not so much In order to participate in the war, it is better to say that he is supervising them.
"Let the peasants and soldiers attack!" The lord of Mercia was riding on his horse. He looked at the black wolf-headed flag that was constantly approaching his side. The group of tough Vikings were slowly approaching his army, so he said to The general next to him ordered.
"Is it too early to attack now?" The general was a little surprised. The king's order they received was to stabilize the front and wait until the king's army in the center defeated Guzrun before pursuing and supporting them.
"This distance is enough. If we don't attack, I'm afraid the farmers will collapse." Lord Mercia frowned. His elite troops are the group of cavalry around him. There is actually no cost in recruiting farmers and soldiers. It is originally He would not feel bad for the farmers recruited from his own territory at no cost no matter how many casualties there were. In this case, it would be better to let the farmers and soldiers consume the Vikings early.
"Yes." The general thought about it carefully and felt that what the lord said made sense, so he immediately ordered.
"Attack, attack." Under the urging of the general, the Mercian peasants began to raise their shields and charge towards Ulf's army. They shouted at the top of their lungs and came like a tide.
"Shield wall." Ulf immediately yelled. Ange, Vargas and several North warriors immediately raised the round shields in their hands to form a two-layer shield wall. They stood between the shields. The charging Mercians were observed through the gap.
"Wow~~huh~~~."
"Wow~~huh~~."
Ulf led the shield wall troops, his knees sank slightly, he pressed the round shield firmly, and let out a Viking roar. The North warriors around him also followed Ulf and roared at the same time. Like a strong fortress firmly rooted in the ground, it welcomes the attack of the Mercians.
"Ping~~." With a muffled sound, dozens of Mercians suddenly hit the shield wall. Some of them struck with their shields, and some raised their feet to follow up the charge, trying to kick over the round shields. But Ulf and the others held the round shield firmly, and the shield wall moved slightly.
"Hold still." Ulf looked at more and more people crowding in, and he immediately roared at the people around him.
"Come on!" Vargas behind the shield wall held the ax in both hands, looking impatient. He even took off the iron helmet that was in the way.
"Separate." Ulf glanced at the Mercian man who was striking and tapping his buckler, and he calmly shouted to Ange.
"Oh wow." Ange was holding the shield with both hands. She was stunned when she heard Ulf's words, but she immediately let go of the shield. Suddenly a gap appeared in the shield wall, and the Mercians who were crowding in that section rushed in instantly. Come in.
"Close~~." Ulf saw dozens of Mercians rushing in, and immediately blocked the gap with shields. However, the group of Mercians who rushed in were blocked behind the shield wall before they had time to react. The axes of Vargas and others chopped into flesh, screams were heard, flesh and blood flew everywhere, and Ulf was not even willing to look back.
"Ah~!" The pitchfork pierced through the gap in the shield, and the tip scratched Ulf's cheek. He frowned and held his axe. The Viking's axe was like a bull's curved horn, and the axe's head came from The lower part stretched out suddenly, and then hooked the Mercian's leg. Then Ulf pulled hard, and the Mercian screamed and was pulled in from under the shield wall.
"Hmph." Ulf suddenly raised his axe, and hit him in the head with the axe, like exploding a watermelon.
The Mercian offensive was impressive at first, but after being blocked by the Viking shield wall, it soon began to weaken. However, the Viking attack began. They used axes to hook their feet and opened their shields from time to time. The way of the wall continued to consume the enemy. When the Mercians were almost consumed, Ulf knew that the time had come.
"Attack." Ulf raised the bloody ax in his hand and roared at the North warriors behind him.
"Wow~~Hu~~~~." The North warriors dispersed and opened the shield wall. They couldn't wait to use their weapons to attack the Mercians desperately. However, the Mercians, who had already been exhausted, did not expect the Vikings. The sudden attack by people caught them off guard. Even if they were large in number, it would be useless no matter how many sheep encountered a pack of wolves.
"Waaaah~~." Vargas rushed into the middle of the Mercians first. He raised his ax and slashed left and right. Blood splashed like raindrops, and severed limbs and corpses fell to the ground.
"Buzz~~." Ulf's axe-throwers also began to play their role. They pulled out the throwing axes from their waists and threw them towards the crowd. The terrifying sound of the axes breaking through the air spread fear among the Mercians. atmosphere, the edges of their formation began to collapse.
"No escape, no escape." When the Lord of Mercia saw this scene, he immediately drove his horse forward in an attempt to stop his fleeing soldiers, but to no avail.
"Lord, what should we do now?" the general asked the lord hastily.
"Charge, for the glory of Mercia, charge." The Lord of Mercia drew out the sword from his waist. He tightened his horse's belly and led his elite cavalry troops, charging towards Ulf and others, completely ignoring himself. The soldiers who were fleeing.
"Ping ping~~." Ulf waved his buckler and knocked a Mercian soldier to the ground. But before he could step forward to add an axe, he heard the roar of horse hooves.
"It's the cavalry." Ulf's face darkened. He looked around and found that due to the attack on the Mercian soldiers, his soldiers were in a scattered battle. If they were charged by the cavalry at this time, they would probably be killed. fail.
"Gather, gather them all." Ulf knew well the disadvantages of scattered fighting in front of the cavalry. He immediately raised the ax in his hand and shouted loudly, asking the warriors who heard his voice to immediately gather around him.
"Kill~~." The Mercian lord held an iron sword and galloped over on horseback. The elite cavalry behind him were each wearing chain armor, holding spears, and swords at their waists. They followed the lord with skillful riding skills. Behind him, like a sharp arrow, pierced into the Vikings' line.
"Pfft~~Oh wow." A North warrior was about to chop down the peasant soldiers to the ground, but he didn't know that the crisis was coming behind him. Before he could react, the Mercian cavalry's horse's spear tip had already pierced He grabbed his throat and then rode away. The North warrior's eyes widened and he covered his throat with his hands. There was a blood hole there that was flowing with blood. He knelt down on the ground.
"Boom~~, Gray Rule~~." The cavalry troops are getting closer and closer. Dozens of North warriors have gathered around Ulf, and Ange also joins them carrying a shield.
"Shield wall." Ulf squinted his eyes, and when he saw the Mercian cavalry coming on horseback, he immediately shouted, and a small shield wall blocked the way of the Mercian lord.
"Looking for death." The Lord of Mercia opened his eyes wide. He rode forward on his horse, swung his sword and slashed on the buckler, making a muffled sound.
"Drive it." The other Mercian cavalry also held spears. They circled the shield wall and poked it with their spears from time to time, trying to find the weakness of the shield wall, but the shield wall was almost airtight. Breathable.
"Throwing axe." Ulf observed from the gap in the round shield. He stretched out his hand to a North warrior beside him, and the North warrior handed the throwing ax on his waist to Ulf.
"Buzz~~, Puff~~, Gray Law~~~."
Ulf saw the right moment, asked Ange to move the shield away, and threw the ax violently. The ax broke through the air and made a sharp sound. It hit a Mercian cavalry, and the heavy ax broke instantly. A, and knocked him off the horse directly. The horse was frightened, dragging the dead cavalryman with one foot still hanging in the stirrup and galloping forward.
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