In the camp, war horses neighed, people roared, axes collided with spears, and bucklers hit eagle shields.
"Wow~." Ulf clenched the ax in his hand, dodged a Wessex cavalryman who was stabbing him with a spear, then reached out and grabbed the cavalryman's collar, knocked him to the ground, and then He raised the ax in his hand and struck him on the chest.
"Shura Martial God"
Ulf's ax broke his ribs, and the broken internal organs mixed with blood spurted out of his mouth.
"call."
Ulf didn't even have time to wipe away the blood splattered on his face before he turned his attention to the Wessex soldiers on the other side.
At this time, Vargas had just hacked to death a Wessex soldier, but he heard the sound of horse hooves in his ears, and he raised his head and looked over.
From the darkness of the camp, several horses rushed out, with cavalry armed with spears riding on their backs.
These cavalrymen wore chainmail and cloaks, and the spears in their hands were held flat, with the sharp spear points pointed at the Vikings in the camp.
"Grachi~~."
The leading knight shouted, his eyes filled with hatred for the Vikings.
In a dim environment and with cluttered objects on the ground, the cavalry's charge will be slowed down.
But the cavalry still had an advantage over the infantry. When they charged over on horseback, the horses snorted, lowered their heads and rushed towards Ulf and the others. There was a roar of horse hooves on the ground, and the tip of the spear shone coldly in the torch.
"Oh wow."
When the Wessex knight rushed into the battlefield, his eyebrows rose, his feet slammed on the stirrups, his butt left the saddle, and the flat-end spear in his hand was pointed at Ulf.
This straight spear is condescending. If it hits Ulf directly, it will pierce his body.
Almost at the same time, Ulf saw the spear raised by the knight. The muscles of his body tightened due to tension, but he did not act rashly. Instead, he focused on staring at the charging knight and the spear in his hand. Spear.
"Ping~."
The knight's spear was like lightning, aiming at Ulf's body and stabbing forward.
Ulf roared angrily, raised the ax in his hand, and slammed the spear thrust by the knight. Although the tip of the spear did not hit his chest, the tip of the spear changed its direction and lifted up, knocking Ulf out. The husband's iron helmet flew away.
"Oh wow."
Ulf felt a stream of warm liquid flowing down his forehead. He stretched out his hand and wiped it, feeling a tingling sensation.
When the knight's spear tip flew off the iron helmet, it cut Ulf's scalp, but this small injury was not enough to hurt him.
"Ulf."
Seeing Ulf being stabbed by a spear, Vargas shouted to Ulf in a hurry.
"Grey Law~."
At this time, the knight will turn the reins of the horse, hold the spear in his hand, and prepare to charge again.
Looking at the knight charging towards him again, Ulf shook his head and gripped the ax tightly again.
"Ulf, go on." Vargas threw a long-handled ax to Ulf.
This kind of long-handled ax is a good weapon against cavalry. It can kill a horse with one swing.
Ulf reached out and took the axe. He put the ax in his hand behind his back, gripped the handle of the axe with both hands, and stared at the horse that was getting closer and closer.
The war horse's fur was bright, and after a charge, the sweat on its body was already glistening, and its dark eyes were like gems.
"Wow."
Ulf raised the long-handled ax in his hand. When the war horse rushed over, he ducked to the side and hit the horse's neck with the ax in his hand.
"Grey Law."
The war horse screamed and neighed. After being hit by Ulf's axe, its body tilted to the right. The horse's hooves messed up its steps and fell to the ground.
The knight on the horse was caught off guard and fell from above.
After the Knight of Wessex fell to the ground, his chain mail protected him from injury to his internal organs.
The knight shook his head, and the iron helmet on his head made a jingling sound.
But he didn't stay on the ground for long. He supported the ground with his hands, staggered to his feet, drew out his sword, and pointed it at Ulf who came over.
Ulf held the long-handled ax in his hand and looked at the Wessex knight in front of him who was knocked off his horse. The mail armor on the other person was very sophisticated and he should be a relatively senior officer in this camp.
Thinking of this, Ulf took steps and charged towards the knight.
Heavy footsteps were pressing towards the knight step by step. The people fighting around them also slowed down their fighting and turned their heads to Ulf and the knight.
"snort."
Ulf tightened his grip on the long-handled ax in his hand and slashed hard at the Wessex Knight. The ax made a sharp sound in mid-air.
The Wessex Knight was not to be outdone. He held the hilt of the sword with both hands and rounded the sword. In this way, he removed the power from Ulf's axe.
"Kang."
The sword and ax collided together, making a loud metal collision sound.
Wolfe felt the hand holding the ax handle tremble slightly, as if there was a force pulling the ax in his hand outward.
But Ulf's hand held the ax handle tightly, controlled the direction of the ax, swung it half a circle in mid-air, and slashed diagonally at the Wessex Knight from the left.
In the first round, when the sword and ax collided, the knight involuntarily took two steps back because of Ulf's brute force. At this time, he saw the ax that Ulf was slashing at, and he hurriedly raised his sword to resist. .
But this time, his sword was knocked out of his hand, and he suddenly became shocked.
"grown ups."
At this moment, a Wessex cavalryman threw the spear in his hand to the knight, so that he would not be defenseless when facing Ulf.
The knight who caught the spear held the spear tightly with both hands, pointed it at Ulf, and stabbed him.
Ulf had no shield to resist, so he could only slash downward with his axe. The axe hit the tip of the spear and actually broke the spear in the middle.
Then Ulf stepped forward, took out the hand ax from his waist, pointed it at the knight's chest, and slashed dozens of times violently.
Even with excellent chain mail protection, the fine riveted mail rings were broken into pieces by the continuous chop of the axe, and fell to the ground with a clanking sound.
Blood spurted out from the knight's mouth, and the bones in his chest were shattered into pieces. Then he knelt on the ground, eyes wide open unwillingly, and looked straight at the ground.
Ulf raised the ax unceremoniously and slashed through his neck, killing him completely.
Seeing the knight fall, the other Wessexians panicked, and some of them, the timid ones, began to flee to other parts of the camp.
"Burn this place and let's leave."
Ulf wiped the blood on his face with the back of his hand, looked at the backs of the deserters, and said lightly.
