The green grass on the ground swayed gently with the breeze, and its green color looked delicate and lovely in the sunshine.
Suddenly, a big foot stepped on it, trampling the green grass into the black soil.
Immediately afterwards,
Pairs of feet wearing animal skin shoes stepped closely on the ground, quickly filling the ground that was originally covered with grass.
The bucklers connected with each other, making sounds as they rubbed together. The spears raised in the hands of the North warriors collided, making a sound as clear as water.
North warriors generally have thick beards. They comb their beards into braids. When they walk, the beard braids on their chins sway.
Their blue, gem-like eyes revealed cruelty and cunning, and their faces were as cold as the cold snowy mountains of Northern Europe.
The smell of sweat from the Nordic men mixed with the salty humidity of the sea permeated the entire battlefield.
The horse sitting on the crotch of Sheriff Oda of Devonshire on the opposite side smelled the strong smell, lowered his head uneasily, snorted, and paved the soil on the ground with his hooves.
"Shh." Auda bent down, reached out and patted the mount on his crotch. He raised his eyes and looked at the approaching Viking shield wall on the opposite side.
"Launch." Auda straightened up and ordered loudly.
"Brush." The Ansa archers who controlled the bow strings immediately released their fingers.
Arrows rained down on the attacking Vikings' heads.
"Shield wall."
But the Vikings were not in a hurry. They stopped, raised their round shields, and then formed an airtight shield wall.
"Dodo dodo."
The arrow landed on the Viking shield, making a muffled sound. That was the sound of the arrow falling on the shield.
"Oh wow."
Even in a tight shield wall, there will be loose connections. An arrow fell from the narrow space between the two round shields and hit the shoulder of a North warrior. He let out a muffled groan and held his hand. He hit the arrow and pressed it hard, breaking the arrow body.
Oda sat on the horse and stared at the Viking shield wall. His bow and arrows were unable to effectively weaken or suppress the Vikings.
His eyes became serious, his buttocks unconsciously raised on the saddle, and then he slowly raised his right hand.
"The archers fall back."
Seeing Auda's gesture, the sergeant major in the army immediately ordered.
The archers quickly retreated to the rear of the army, waiting for the opportunity and conserving the number of arrows.
Seeing this, the Vikings withdrew their shield wall and advanced rapidly towards the direction of Devon's army, their footsteps thundering like summer thunder.
"Gudu."
Although the Devon soldiers hated the Vikings who burned their homes and their morale was very high at this time, they still had the fear of the Vikings deep in their hearts. When they saw such a powerful Viking When the army is pressing forward from the front, it is inevitable that there will be tension and panic.
"Don't be nervous, hold the spear in your hand, and hold your shield with your body." At this time, a Devon soldier with a vicissitudes of face said to the young soldier beside him in his hoarse voice.
"Yes." The young soldier glanced at the calm old soldier beside him. Although his eyes under the iron helmet were still a little uneasy, the panic had been reduced a lot.
He held his spear tightly, the pointed shield on his arm pressed tightly against his body, and his eyes were fixed on the approaching Vikings.
"Whoosh~."
A javelin was thrown from the Norse line and pierced straight into the Devon army. A soldier holding a pointed shield was hit in the head by the javelin and fell down.
"Javelin, throw."
Ubi kept walking in his army, walking among the soldiers, and shouted orders.
The Norse are good at using longbows, javelins, and terrifying throwing axes. Before engaging the enemy, these long-range weapons can not only weaken and kill the enemy, but more importantly, instill fear in the enemy.
"Buzz~~."
Bursts of bee-like sounds pierced the air, hurling from the Norse position towards Devon's position.
Ubbe wore an exquisite chainmail coat covered with leather. There was an ax on a leather belt around his waist, and a Viking sword in the scabbard at his waist.
He squinted his eyes and watched the javelin hit the Devon army, but it did not achieve the effect he expected.
This group of Devonians not only have the courage to face his army, but they are also well-trained. They should be a good force.
Like the Norse, they connected the shields in their hands closely to form an Angsa-style shield wall. The Devon soldiers in the second row also raised their pointed shields to cover the people in the front row. The top of the head is simply a copy of the Viking shield wall.
"Hmm." Whoopi frowned. It seemed that the remote control was no longer effective, but he was not worried. He just curled his lips and touched his beard.
"Advance, advance." Without Ubbe's order, his North lords had already begun to order the soldiers, holding up their shields, to press towards the position of the Devon soldiers.
"Son of a bitch, come on."
"The Lord will curse you."
"Pigs."
There was a flurry of curses from the Devon soldiers, and interestingly they were in Danish.
"snort."
After hearing this, Whoopi and the others' expressions darkened. Most of the North warriors in his army came from Denmark. How could they not understand these curses?
"Wow~~Wow~~Wow~~."
The North warriors had tense faces. They clenched their bucklers and axes and let out the famous Viking roar in unison.
The war roars of thousands of Nordic men resounded like thunder across the battlefield. They slowly advanced forward together, getting closer and closer to the line of the Devon soldiers.
"Fifty steps."
"Thirty steps."
"Twenty steps."
…
"Five steps."
The shields of both sides almost collided together, and they could see each other's faces clearly and smell each other's scent.
"Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa."
Finally, with a roar, the bodies of the North soldiers rushed forward, and the round shields hit the pointed shields of the Devon soldiers, making a loud bang.
The North soldiers used their brute strength to suppress the Devon soldiers desperately, trying to open a gap with collision.
Ubi stood at the rear of the army and looked at the soldiers crowding together on the front line. He stuck out his tongue and licked his dry lips. He looked across the battle line and saw Oda riding a horse behind him.
It was obvious that this nobleman in gorgeous armor was the commander of this army.
"I'm going to catch him, lift off his skull, and nail his limbs to the wooden board." Ubi took out the ax from his waist, raised his hand slightly, pointed at Aoda in the distance and pointed at the soldiers around him. said.
