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When the Mercian cavalry saw that sword slashes and spear thrusts had no effect, they immediately drew their javelins from the side pouches of their horses. This short javelin had a short range but was very powerful. Once hit, there was basically no chance of survival. Possibly, they attempted to throw this javelin to counter Ulf's throwing axe.
"Whoosh~~, Peng~~~." The Mercian cavalry were surrounded by them. They would throw javelins at the right opportunity from time to time, but the Norse shield wall was really airtight, and the javelins often hit the shields and made a muffled sound. .
However, although there was no actual damage to the North people, this sense of oppression will expose the weaknesses of the North soldiers as time goes by.
"Oh woo~." Sure enough, when a North warrior raised his round shield hand and moved it down a little, the javelin flew in from the gap and hit his shoulder.
"Hold on." Ange hurriedly grabbed his shield and filled up the gaps, otherwise they would be like a dam before it broke, washed away by a small ant nest.
Ulf frowned. He knew the disadvantage of infantry against cavalry. Even if a flying ax could knock down the approaching cavalry from time to time, the opponent could escape with its fast speed.
Just when Ulf and others were surrounded by cavalry, Sigrid held a dagger and sword and walked randomly among the crowd. During the battle, everything around them seemed like boiled porridge, and there was no formation at all. Knowing that she could hardly tell the difference between friend and foe, this made Sigrid, who had never experienced such a battle with thousands of people, feel like a headless fly.
"Oh~~." Suddenly, Sigrid bumped into someone, turned around and found that it was an enemy. The Mercian swordsman holding a sword immediately raised the weapon in his hand and attacked Sigrid unceremoniously. Lid, and Sigrid hurriedly dodged to avoid the attack. She held the sword with the dagger in her hand and blocked it. The Viking iron sword in her hand slashed the swordsman's neck with a backhand.
"Pfft~~." The sharp sword chopped off the Mercian swordsman's head, and his headless body fell to the ground.
"Hoo, ho, ho, it's not over yet." Sigrid wiped the blood on her face with her hands. She gasped and cursed. It seemed like she couldn't kill all the endless enemies.
"Wow ah ah~~." I don't know why Mercia's army swarmed in the direction of Sigrid. Looking at the charging enemies, Sigrid didn't know what to do for a moment. She instinctively raised his weapon.
"Buzz~~." Suddenly, a black shadow flew over and knocked down the Mercian soldiers who rushed towards Sigrid.
"Luthor?" Sigrid was surprised to see that the berserker Luther grabbed an enemy, swung him like a weapon, and then smashed him against the others. The enemy thrown by Luther was also knocked down. That group of Mercian soldiers.
"Britons." Luther's eyes were full of bloodshot eyes. As a Berserker, he did not take mushrooms at this time, but his hatred for the Britons seemed to be rooted in his soul. This hatred actually inspired the Berserker. instinct.
After throwing away the Mercian in his hand, he picked up an ax that fell on the ground and strode towards the Mercian crowd. The Mercian soldiers were shocked when they suddenly saw this tall and crazy Viking warrior. He seems to have no fear of the enemy's spear points and sword points reaching out like a hedgehog.
"Ping~~." Luther waved the ax in his hand and cut off the tip of the spear, completely ignoring the wounds on his body. On the contrary, the pain only inspired Luther's madness even more.
"Luthor, let me help you." Sigrid followed Luther. The sword and dagger in her hands were slashing horizontally and vertically. The dagger was swung and flying, cutting down the enemies who were approaching and trying to kill Luther. .
Luther and Sigrid worked together to quickly repel a group of Mercian enemies. Vargas also led a team to kill them, and they gathered together.
"Have you seen Ulf and Ange?" Vargas asked Sigrid.
"No, the damn Mercians scattered us." Sigrid said helplessly.
"There are cavalry everywhere, be careful. Fortunately, I found one of our crossbowmen. They drove the cavalry away and we escaped." Vargas looked behind him. It was a crossbowman formed by Ulf. troops, but they did not participate in the battle at first, but stayed with the longbowmen. When the battle heated up, sporadic Mercians and cavalry appeared in front of the archers.
At first, the Viking longbowmen did not take this crossbow unit seriously. After all, it takes a long time to use a longbow proficiently, but this group of crossbowmen can be used in actual combat in just two days of training, so it is not Trust them a lot.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh~~." But what surprised the longbowmen was that when the cavalry charged over, the group of crossbowmen immediately raised their hands, aimed and fired, and the crossbow arrows immediately knocked over the charging cavalry. On the ground, the war horses neighed and struggled to escape.
At this time, Guzlen's army in the center also penetrated the Mercian formation. The entire Mercian army on the battlefield was divided into two parts. The King of Mercia, Theowulf, watched all this anxiously. Desperately trying to bring the army back to block Guzlen's attack.
"Blow the trumpet." King Theoulf of Mercia shouted loudly.
When the horn of Mercia sounded, the Mercian lord who was attacking Ulf and others was very surprised. Only then did he find that his side's military formation was divided, and he quickly gathered his army.
"Assemble the cavalry, and we will immediately go to support His Majesty the King." The Lord of Mercia anxiously ordered his general.
After Ulf heard the sound of a horn, the Mercian cavalry stopped attacking. They turned their horses and seemed to be preparing to go in the direction of Guzlen's army.
"Attack." Ulf immediately roared, disbanded the shield wall, and chased the cavalry who were preparing to retreat. He hit the cavalry closest to him with an ax and pulled him off his horse. Come down, turn over and jump on the horse.
"Grey Law~~." The war horse neighed. Knowing that its master had been killed, it instinctively wanted to throw Ulf off its back.
"Hmph." Ulf raised his fist and punched the horse's head hard, making the Mercian war horse neigh. Finally, he lowered his head and snorted as if he had given up.
"Ride it~~." Ulf kicked the war horse hard with his legs and encouraged it to chase in the direction of the Lord of Mercia, but the Lord of Mercia just looked back.
"Go and kill him." The Lord of Mercia said to the general beside him. He didn't care about this incident. He was eager to lead the cavalry troops to return reinforcements.
"Yes." The general turned his horse's head and charged towards Ulf. This Mercian general was holding a sharp sword and wearing chainmail, his eyes full of bravery.
"Kick, kick, kick~~." Ulf was not afraid. The two horses quickly got closer and closer. With a loud noise, the battle ax and the sword collided together. Then the two horses carried their respective masters, almost touching each other. together.
"Oh wow." The general held his sword and pressed hard towards Ulf. Ulf raised the ax in his hand and reached the opponent's sword. The weapons made a rattling sound with each other.
"Damn Vikings, go to hell!" The general's eyes were full of anger, and his hatred for the Vikings made him eager to take Ulf's head.
Although Ulf didn't understand the general's language, he knew that he must be cursing him. Looking at the sword edge that was getting closer and closer, he swung the sword sharply and knocked the sword aside with his battle ax, but General Mercia was very surprised. He quickly raised his sword and stabbed Ulf with the tip of the sword. The sharp tip of the sword pierced the armor. Ulf only felt a burning sensation on his shoulder. He hurriedly swung from below and slashed the Mercian general's arm. The sword opens.
"Ping~~, woo~~." While the general's sword was sliding aside, Ulf hit the general's nose hard with a head club. The other party let out a pain and covered his face. , blood flowed down the nose.
"Ahhhhh~~." Ulf roared angrily, as if a fire was burning in his chest. The ax in his hand struck the general's face hard, and the ax blade cut deeply into the facial bones. In the middle, there was just a red thread at first, and then blood spurted out from the crack.
"Plop~~." The general who was hit fell softly from his horse, and Ulf looked down at his shoulder. The blood was soaking through the lining from there, and the blood and flesh were stuck together. .
"This battle must be won." Ulf took a deep breath. He endured the pain in his shoulders. He knew that this was the first time for everyone in East Hamar to participate in a battle. If they could not stand out, they would always be beaten. They were regarded as country bumpkin troops, unable to get more spoils and opportunities, and could only return to their barren and remote territory in despair.
"Ulf, are you okay?" At this time, Ange and others also chased after him. They looked at Ulf on the horse and asked worriedly.
"I'm fine, the enemy is gathering cavalry, we must go to help Guzlen." Ulf raised his ax, sat on the horse, pointed ahead and said to everyone.
"I know, but you are already injured." Ange looked at Ulf's left hand that was bleeding again and said to him.
"Small injury." Ulf said flatly. The burning pain almost paralyzed his left hand, but he still kicked the horse's belly fiercely and chased in the direction of the Lord of Mercia.
"Ulf." Ange looked at Ulf riding away and shouted to him.
"Catch him. Does this bastard want to enjoy the joy of victory alone?" Vargas frowned, and he immediately said to everyone.
Ulf held the horse's rein tightly, but the blood on his left hand was slippery and soaked into the rope, and his breathing was already a little rapid. He knew that his consciousness was slightly blurred, and even a kind of drowsiness came over him.
"Huh?" Ulf bit his lip hard, and a trace of sweet blood filled his mouth. In order to prevent himself from falling asleep, he bit the tip of his tongue. The pain on his tongue made him wake up instantly. .
“Kill, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.” A wave of shouts of killing shook the sky. If the left wing where Ulf and others were just now was a whirlpool of battle, then this place was a big storm. The Vikings and Mercia The swordsmen were fighting each other here, hundreds of people were strangled together, piles of corpses were entangled, and the sky seemed to turn red.
"Attack, attack, beat your war drums, blow your horns, kill every enemy, Valhalla is calling us." Guzlen carried an ax and buckler, and he kept walking among his warriors. He roared loudly, encouraging the soldiers around him to fight bravely.
"In the name of God and for the glory of Mercia, the soldiers blocked them." The king of Mercia also kept encouraging the soldiers. The elites of both sides fought here, and neither side gave in.
"Your Majesty the King, our cavalry is back." At this time, King Theoulf's men of Mercia heard the sound of the docks and cheered when they saw the Mercian lord leading the cavalry back.
"Great." Seeing the support of this cavalry unit, the King of Mercia was overjoyed. The cavalry and swordsmen are the elite of the Mercians. With the addition of this new force, they will definitely be able to turn the tide of the war.
"Oh oh oh~~." All the Mercians who were fighting hard cheered, as if they had seen the goddess of luck waving.
"Odin is here, damn it." Guzlen also saw this scene, and he frowned. Unexpectedly, the army on the left did not entangle this cavalry, but instead let them come to the middle part. His warriors Although morale was high, he was also very tired.
"Hahahaha, look, our people are cheering." The Lord of Mercia listened happily to the cheers of the soldiers. Now even the king might be eagerly looking forward to his rescue.
"That's right." The other cavalry were also very happy. After this battle, they would probably become heroes of Mercia, and would be rewarded and fiefdomed by the king, as well as worshiped by the people of Mercia.
"Kick, kick, kick~~~." But at this moment, they heard the sound of horse hooves. Some cavalrymen couldn't help but looked over curiously and found that it was a horse without a mount, which seemed to be running towards them aimlessly. Come, so I didn't take it to heart. You must know that there are many such mounts that have lost their owners on the battlefield.
"Well." But at this moment, the war horse rushed into their team very quickly. The other Mercian cavalry were surprised to see a Viking warrior hiding sideways behind the horse. It was hanging there, but before they could react, the Viking warrior stood up suddenly and threw the ax in his hand at the Lord of Mercia.
"Buzz~~." The battle ax made a sharp sound as it pierced through the air, spinning in mid-air and flying straight towards the Lord of Mercia.
"Uh~, ping~~." There was a dull sound. The Mercian lord who had just turned his head felt something flying in front of his eyes, and then the ax struck him on the head, and the helmet was split into two halves. .
