Blood splattered and the sky seemed to turn red.
The sound of heavy breathing was like a blacksmith pulling air out of his skin. Sweat flowed into his eyes. The stinging pain made his eyeballs tremble, but he had no time to raise his hand to wipe his eyes.
"Odin." The heavy shouts were like loud doomsday horns.
The blood of the Vikings is flowing, quietly seeping into this strange land far away from home.
The young North warrior fell to the ground with his own ambition and desire. The wound on his neck revealed white blood vessel incisions, and the fur of the beast from Northern Europe fell off his body. It may have been the first time he hunted as an adult. What a wolf obtains may also be clothed for him by his mother or father.
But it doesn't matter now, they will all turn into putrid mud and be buried deeply in the land of Britain.
"Huh." Auda put his hand on the sword, his chest heaving violently, and the armor on his body made of leather and iron sheets made a friction sound.
He felt that the armor was particularly heavy, which was an ominous omen. For a warrior to feel that the armor and weapons on his body were heavy, it could only mean that death was about to come.
But Oda felt particularly calm in his heart. He stared at the man in front of him, admiring these Vikings from the bottom of his heart.
It is said that they drove those fast and terrifying dragon-headed warships through the stormy waves. Driven by ambition, they captured territories everywhere, burned, killed and plundered.
Hateful, yet fascinating at the same time.
If it were not for the restraint of the gospel of Christ, Auda would probably be carrying a sword, walking around, and establishing his own merits, but now only one of him and the man in front of him can survive.
At this time, the shouts of killing were heard all around.
The raiding army led by Isaac attacked Ubi's army from the flank, and the tactics were extremely successful.
The raiding army was ready to go, packed with overwhelming anger and the advantage of the terrain, and instantly attacked Ubi's army.
Ubi's Viking combined force immediately collapsed like washed away soil. Many selfish North lords took their armies away from the battlefield and began to look for a way to survive.
"Bastard, Odin will curse you." But not all the Norse people retreated from this adversity. Some other Norse lords who were closely related to Whoopi rose up to resist.
While they angrily cursed the deserters, they led their own elite bodyguards in an attempt to resist the Ansa people who broke into the formation.
However, Ubbe insisted on forming a wild boar formation and took away a large number of elite warriors, making the resistance of the North lords less solid.
But among the entire Viking army, only the crow flag, like a rock in the storm, stood firm under the protection of the Norse.
Isaac watched the fight on the sidelines, clenching his fists out of anxiety. He didn't even know that his nails scratched the palm of his hand.
"God's Coming"
"Someone must take down that flag." Isaac shouted to the left and right. He held up the edge of his bulky monk's robe and shouted to the few remaining soldiers around him.
"It's too far," one soldier said to Isaac, licking his dry lips.
"No, for the sake of God, we must win, otherwise we will all have our skulls taken away by the Vikings." Isaac threatened the Devon soldiers with his hoarse voice.
"Let me give it a try." Suddenly, a middle-aged archer came forward. He had messy hemp-brown hair, and his cloth was full of holes. He was carrying a bow behind his back and a bow on his waist. There are four arrows in the quiver.
"Okay, God bless you." Isaac stepped forward and held the archer's hand, kissed it hard, and blessed it.
But being kissed by an ugly monk did not make the archer very happy. He even frowned and wiped his hands vigorously behind his back.
However, none of this affected Isaac's confidence in him. He pushed the archer forward, pointed at the crow flag in the crowd, and told him in every possible way that he must aim and shoot there.
"Creak." The archer picked up his bow as if treating his most beautiful lover. His rough fingers rubbed the bow body, then he raised the bow and set the arrow, aiming at the strange flag.
The crow flag is hunting in the wind, and the black crow on it seems to be alive, spreading its wings.
"Wow~~." The Norse warriors surrounded by crow flags were like tigers descending from the mountain. They let out rough Viking roars and hit their round shields with axes in their hands.
There were bursts of muffled sounds, like water splashes in a torrent.
"Kill~." When the Devon soldiers squeezed them with their shields, this group of elite soldiers protecting the crow flag immediately shouted angrily and charged forward regardless of their own safety.
They raised the axes in their hands, completely ignoring the spears. Even if they were pierced by the spear points, they still wanted to kill at least one Devon soldier before they died.
This crazy and reckless fighting style blinded the revengeful Devon soldiers. They had to retreat under the command of their officers, and they did not even have time to take away their injured companions on the ground.
"Odin, wow~~." A Norse warrior guarding the flag walked out of the shield formation without fear. His face was stained with blood, and his blue eyes were wide open. He raised the ax in his hand. Standing in front of the crowded Devon soldiers on the opposite side, they looked up to the sky and let out a roar.
Under this naked provocation, none of the Devon soldiers felt ready to fight. They just looked at the crazy Viking in horror.
"Whoosh."
Suddenly, an arrow was shot out from among the Devon soldiers, hitting the chest of the Norse warrior guarding the flag.
"Oh wow." The flag-protecting North warrior groaned and paused. However, he did not flinch or try to evade, but instead faced the opponent.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh~~." Arrows continued to shoot out from among the Devon soldiers, and soon they all hit the flag-protecting Norse soldier.
"Should he be dead?" The Devon soldiers said doubtfully as they looked at the Norse warrior whose chest was pierced by arrows like a hedgehog.
The reason why they were confused was because the other party stood there and used his body to catch the arrows.
"Oh." The body of the flag-protecting Norse soldier shook, and blood spurted out of his mouth, but he quickly raised his hand to wipe it.
Then, he strode towards the direction of the Devon soldiers, like a crazy bear.
"He's coming." Looking at the demonic Vikings, the Devon soldiers were horrified. They didn't understand whether these Vikings had no sense of pain or were possessed by demons and were completely unkillable.
At the moment when the Devon soldiers were horrified, the Norse soldier who was guarding the flag raised his ax and rushed in, killing everyone in all directions. The blood and residual limbs stained the surrounding area red.
"Pfft." However, he was a mortal after all. After killing dozens of Devon soldiers, a knight who came over slashed his throat with the sword in his hand.
