A wolf suddenly poked out from among the grass. Anyone would be startled. However, the two of them opened their mouths. Before they could scream, the huge wolf jumped up and opened its huge mouth full of sharp teeth. , biting the neck of one of them, and the wolf's head shook several times.
"quack."
The rattling sound of the wolf teeth biting the neck, the teeth clamping the throat bone, and the sound of air being squeezed out of the trachea were extremely loud under the dark night sky.
"Ah, ah, ah~·."
The other cavalryman turned pale when he saw this scene. He didn't even try to attack the giant wolf to save his companion's life.
He turned around and ran towards the camp, but before he took two steps, he saw wolf heads appearing from both sides of him. These wolves were looking at him eagerly.
"Oh God!"
The surviving cavalryman was shocked. He didn't expect that he had accidentally stepped into the territory of the wolves.
But when the wolf got up from the grass, the Wessex cavalryman's face froze even more, because he saw the wolf there, clearly a strong Viking warrior with cyan smeared on his face.
…
Ulf wore a wolf head and lurked in the grass. He stared at the cavalry camp. Under the light of torches and bonfires, most of the cavalry camping in the wild wore a chainmail armor, but in order to avoid the cold, they wore a Rough wool blanket.
"Oh woo~."
A wolf howled, and Ulf looked back, only to see Ange put his hand to his mouth, imitating the howl of a wolf.
The Norse people who live in the Nordic forests are familiar with various animals and birds. Sometimes for hunting, they will imitate the call of deer to attract other deer, and then hunt.
Ulf glanced at Ange behind him, and then looked ahead. They lowered their bodies and tried their best to hide themselves with the grass.
"Ah~."
Suddenly there was a scream, followed by the roar of black coal and the sound of bones breaking.
Ulf's eyes became more serious. He drew out his ax and waved his other hand to the side, telling the others to disperse immediately.
When the panicked cavalryman wanted to escape into the camp, he happened to encounter Ulf holding an axe.
Wulf raised his ax and chopped off the cavalry's head with great energy. Then, he raised his hand and waved in the direction of the cavalry camp.
Vargas and others immediately bent down and moved towards the cavalry camp. There seemed to be more than a hundred wolves in the grass heading towards the cavalry camp with eager eyes.
The screams of the two cavalrymen and the howls of wolves had aroused the vigilance of the soldiers in the camp. They looked around and shouted, and some picked up their shields and weapons.
"What happened?" A knight in chainmail opened his red tent curtain and looked outside.
The cavalry in the camp only heard bursts of howling wolves, circling the camp. They thought they were being attacked by wolves. After all, there were many wolves on the British Isles.
The knight dodged the torch from the attendant's hand and stepped forward to check. Sure enough, he found many wolf heads appearing and disappearing in the grass, with green eyes staring at them with malicious intent.
"Huh?" The knight frowned, his face was lined with wrinkles, and there were light marks on his cheeks.
The howling of wolves outside the camp and the appearance of wolf heads gave him a hint that something was wrong.
Suddenly, the knight thought of something. He raised his eyebrows and opened his mouth, preparing to warn everyone loudly.
"Whoosh~."
An ax flew out of the grass, and the sharp ax blade glowed coldly in the light of the torch.
The knight instinctively turned sideways and hit the attendant beside him with the sharp axe. The attendant fell down without even a grunt.
"Vikings."
The pupils of the knight's eyes shrank, and fear appeared on his face. He held up the torch and drew his sword while shouting loudly.
When the cavalry heard the knight's warning, they realized that the ones hiding in the grass were not wolves at all, but Vikings wearing wolf heads.
In fact, we can't blame them. Under the dark night sky, there was only a little light from torches and bonfires, so it was impossible to make out clearly.
"attack."
Ulf let out a low roar, held the ax, and rushed towards the camp. He dodged the horse at the entrance of the camp and slashed at a cavalryman holding a shield near the door.
"Peng."
The ax struck the shield with a muffled sound.
The cavalry in the camp were suddenly attacked by a group of Vikings wearing wolf heads. Under the dark night sky, they became panicked for a moment.
Vargas, Ange, Luther and others also rushed to the camp together.
Ange took off the bow on her back, bent the bow and nocked an arrow, and shot at the cavalry rushing over. Even if it was night, as long as there was a little light, she could hit the target.
The heavy horses at the entrance of the cavalry camp became an obstacle to the raiding party led by Ulf. If time went on, cavalry from other places would come to support.
"Wow!"
Luther stepped forward and grabbed the lower end of the Juma, and then the muscles on his arms bulged high. The heavy Juma, which originally required four soldiers to be carried, was overturned by Luther with an angry roar and fell to the ground.
When the horse was overturned and rolled to the side, the North warriors under Ulf raised their weapons and rushed into the camp unstoppably.
These North warriors, wearing wolf heads and smeared with cyan dye on their faces, used axes and short javelins in their hands to attack the cavalry who rushed up from time to time.
Ulf swung the ax from bottom to top and hit the shield of a Wessex cavalryman. The sharp ax broke a corner of the shield. Before the opponent could recover, he turned around and hit the shield with the ax. He hit the cavalryman on the cheek and chopped him to the ground.
"Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa."
Ulf stepped over the cavalry corpses and stepped into the cavalry camp. Vargas and others filed in from behind him and fought on foot with the charging Wessex cavalry.
"Drive these hateful Vikings away quickly." The commanding knight came to the stable. He led a horse and asked the cavalry following him to get on the horse immediately. He knew that they did not have the advantage in infantry combat, so He wanted to charge Ulf and others with his horse in the camp.
Although the camp is relatively small and the intensity of the charge is not very high, the height difference between the Angsa people and the Vikings can be compensated by the condescending position.
"Grey Law~." The war horse neighed, and the knight sat astride the horse. He picked up a spear and kicked it hard with the spur on his heel.
The war horse immediately spread its hooves and charged in the direction of Ulf and others. The knight grabbed the horse's reins with his other hand and steered away from the soldiers and obstacles on his side.
