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Ulf's body was rising and falling as the horse ran, but his mood was falling rapidly, because the Lord of Mercia was surrounded by cavalry. I'm afraid he hadn't even gotten close, and they had probably been killed by the cavalry, so he had to win by surprise.
"Well, um." Ulf thought for a moment and tied the horse's reins to his body. Then he still suppressed the severe pain in his shoulder and hung his body on the side of the horse.
This method of using war horses to cover is actually often seen among nomads. Ulf could only gamble at this time, hoping that the Mercians had not seen this tactic before. In fact, Ulf was right. He threw it hard, and the ax struck the Mercian lord on the head.
"Plop~~." Everything seemed to be in slow motion. The Lord of Mercia's body was as soft as half a wooden stake, and he fell under his mount. He did not realize that he was carrying the dead horse of his master on his back, and was using his nose. He cupped the hand of the Lord of Mercia.
"Successful." Ulf looked at the fallen Lord of Mercia and felt relieved. However, the pain in his shoulders and the dizziness caused by blood loss hit him, and he fell off the horse without grabbing the reins.
"Damn it, Lord Lord."
"The lord is dead."
"The lord was slain by the hateful Vikings."
The cavalry who were originally responsible for protecting the Lord of Mercia immediately stepped forward to check, but found that the Lord of Mercia's head had been split open, and the white brain and plasma inside were mixed together. His eyeballs were strangely bulging outwards due to the pressure, and they had already... It fell out of the eye socket.
"Kill him." Seeing this scene, the angry cavalry immediately stepped forward, preparing to kill Ulf on the ground.
"Damn it, I can't move my body. Are you going to die here?" Ulf tried hard to get up, but the muscles all over his body seemed to be frozen at this time, and the joints were too soft to move. He could only watch helplessly. Watching the ferocious-looking Mercian cavalry rushing over.
"What happened?" Guzrun, who was attacking, also noticed something was wrong. The Mercian cavalry did not arrive. This gave Guzrun and his army a good opportunity. The elite troops of the King of Mercia continued to suffer casualties. Like a falling domino, the chain reaction formed caused the Mercians on the entire front to collapse.
"Retreat, retreat, where are our cavalry?" The Mercian King Theowulf held his cloak, and his attendants hurriedly took him away from the battlefield, while the other Mercian soldiers were ruthlessly abandoned on the battlefield. Hunted by Vikings.
"Whoosh~~." The arrow hit the left eye of a Mercian cavalry. He fell off the horse with a wailing cry. The other Mercian cavalry were stunned. They saw Anger bending his bow and preparing an arrow. Target the next person.
"Oh oh oh~~." Vargas rushed over like crazy with two axes in hand, followed by Luther, Sigrid and other North warriors from East Hamar.
"Retreat, retreat." Seeing this scene, the Mercian cavalry looked around again, and saw the Mercian army fleeing like an ebbing tide. They also hurriedly ran on their horses, and they didn't even have time to collect the body of the Mercian lord.
"Ulf." Vargas rushed to Ulf's side. He lifted Ulf up and shouted to him.
"Don't shout, I'm not deaf." Ulf tilted his head in disgust and said to him.
"Hahahaha, you're not dead?" Vargas heard Ulf's words. Not only was he not angry, but he laughed.
"Did we win?" Ulf took a breath, looked around confusedly, and asked Vargas.
"Of course we won. The king of Mercia has escaped and his army is completely destroyed." Ange came over, she put her bow on her back and said to Ulf.
"Yes, they are like a group of rabbits, being chased around by our people." Vargas looked around, the blood of the enemies on his body was almost soaked into the leather armor. This battle made him feel very happy.
"Quack, quack, quack." Overhead, a group of crows were circling in the sky. They couldn't wait to enjoy this feast.
"Look, Odin is looking at us. I wonder if he is satisfied with our performance." Vargas raised his head and looked at the group of crows and said excitedly.
"Well." Ulf looked at the entire battlefield. At this time, no one had the strength to pursue the enemy. Even the Mercians helped each other to leave the battlefield in twos and threes. Some people sat on the ground with their faces raised, breathing heavily. Gas, sweat mixed with blood made their hair wet.
"Ulf, this is your trophy, don't forget it." Sigrid came to the body of the Lord of Mercia, took a look at the man who was wearing fine chainmail and wore a gold necklace under his neck, and said to Wu Wolf said.
Ulf nodded, and with the help of Vargas, he walked to the body, stepped on the Mercian lord's head with his foot, stretched out his hand and pulled the ax handle hard, and it took a lot of force to pull the ax head away. Pulled it out, and the Lord of Mercia's head made a sickening clicking sound.
"Ping~." But Ulf still cut off the head of the Lord of Mercia, because with this head, the army of East Hamar can show off its achievements to others.
"Young men, you did a good job." But Guzlen seemed not to be tired. He strode on the battlefield, patting this and hammering that from time to time, and said in his rough voice.
"Lord Guzrun." Ulf nodded slightly to Guzrun who came over and said calmly.
"I heard that you single-handedly killed the cavalry lord of Mercia?" Guzrun asked Ulf. The beard braid on his chin swayed, and Ulf couldn't help but think that when he was eating, Will it get dirty?
"Yes, this is the head." Ulf lifted the Mercian lord's hair and presented the head in front of Guzlen.
"Well, yes, it's indeed him." Guzlen looked at the head that was about to be split in half by the axe, nodded slightly in recognition, and stepped forward to pat Ulf on the shoulder.
"Wow~~huh~~."
"Wow~~huh~~."
"Wow~~huh~~."
Hearing that Ulf's achievements were recognized, Vargas took the lead in letting out the Viking roar. Ange, Luther and Sigrid couldn't help but join in. Soon the Norse people on the battlefield began to roar. Roar to celebrate this hard-won victory.
"Quack, quack, quack~~." The roar of the Vikings fell on the corpse, and the crows feasting on the food flew up in fright, hovering in the sky as if they were dissatisfied.
"Ulf, your wound needs to be treated." After Guzlen left, Ange looked at Ulf's blood-soaked sleeves and said to him with concern.
"Well, let's boil a crucible of water first." Ulf nodded slightly, feeling the pain of the wound at this time, so he ordered Ange and others.
"Why do you need to boil water?" Vargas asked somewhat confused.
"Throw the bone needles and threads used to suture the wounds, and the linen cloth used to wrap the wounds and cook them in boiling water. The toxins on them can be destroyed. This must be done when treating wounds on the injured." Ulf explained to them, of course. These people still cannot understand what bacteria are. He can only explain that there are toxins on all items. If not treated, it is likely to seriously worsen the wound.
"Don't you use red-hot iron to scald it?" Luther couldn't help asking. Under normal circumstances, he would use red-hot iron to scald the wound directly. It can indeed have a sterilizing effect at high temperatures, but because of this, his body was covered with All kinds of ugly scars.
"After the war, it is the grace of the gods to survive. Those who died from their wounds may have been taken away by Valkyrie." Vargas scratched his head and said to Ulf.
"They just died because their wounds worsened. Listen, this is my order as the lord." Ulf then asked Sigrid to lead the shield girls to find dandelions and boil water, because dandelions have medicinal properties whether taken internally or externally. Anti-inflammatory effect.
Although Ange and others did not fully understand what Ulf said, they still followed his orders. Therefore, the post-war damage ratio of the North soldiers in East Hamar was the lowest.
After the war, there is a feast. Whether it is Danes, Norwegians or Swedes, they will take this opportunity to drink heavily, eat meat, tell their stories of their brave battles on the battlefield, and denounce the hateful enemies and their own side. coward.
"My warriors, listen to me." This feast was held in an open space not far from the battlefield. Guzlen sat under a big tree, and several large flat stones became his table. , with food and ale placed on it, some of which belonged to the Mercians who were unable to take them away after the retreat.
"Yes." Ulf was shirtless and stitched the wound with bone needles and thread boiled in boiling water. However, because the boiled linen had not yet dried, all the clean linen wrapped in it was sprinkled with spirits.
"What a waste. After boiling the wine, you use the water on the lid to sprinkle it on the linen." Vargas looked completely incomprehensible, but he found that the steam on the boiled wine collected together, and the taste was actually the same. Not bad, even stronger than malt liquor.
"Ha." Ulf smiled helplessly and shook his head. At this time, Guzlen also finished his morale-boosting words. However, he did not seem to let everyone start enjoying dinner because of this, but headed outside the camp. Waved.
"Now we will punish those cowards who escaped on the battlefield and sacrifice them to the gods." Guzrun said to everyone.
"Woooooo~~." At this time, several North soldiers came over, escorting a dozen North deserters. Their expressions were depressed, and some even started to cry.
"Damn coward."
"Bah~~."
"Your souls will end up in the underworld of endless pain."
Ulf frowned and looked at this group of people. Even among the Norse, there would be people who were afraid of war. This was inevitable. Even the Britons would punish those deserters.
"I feel pity for your humble souls. You are worthless, but I can show mercy and let you do something good for the gods and wash away the shame with your blood!" Guzlen stood under the tree, he Waving his strong arms excitedly, his beard almost flying, he used the most vicious language in the Norse culture to insult these deserters and traitors.
"Oh oh oh~~." But Guzlen's words made others a little disappointed. They thought that deserters should be dealt with more harshly.
"Enough, we have left enough blood, and the gods have seen the bravery of most of us. Now we should use blood to make the gods more happy, so that they can bless us for our next victory." Guzlen But with his generous palm, everyone stopped the commotion.
"Let's begin!" Guzlen nodded, and he ordered his personal soldiers.
Ulf watched the group of deserters being dragged to a stone that symbolized Odin, and then one after another, like lambs, their arteries were cut with sharp knives by the soldiers accompanying them, and the blood was allowed to pour under the stone. The gurgling blood moistened the stone.
"Woooooo~~~." After the deserters who were used as sacrifices were killed, the Mercian captives captured by the Vikings began to accept their fate. The Mercian captives saw those who were treated as The sacrificial Viking deserters were even more afraid of the fate they faced. These hundreds of captives were driven in front of Guzlen like animals, waiting for Guzlen's sentencing.
