War drums thundered and flags fluttered.
The Norse warriors, who carried battle axes and bucklers, formed a horizontal formation and slowly pressed towards the Ansa army. They painted their faces with blue and black mud, showing fierce looks, and stared at them. Looking at the Ansa people not far away.
Oda was riding on a horse, holding the horse's reins in his hands, looking at the Viking army gradually approaching him, and he couldn't believe his eyes. In terms of numbers, Oda's army has an absolute advantage, not to mention holding the crow flag. This huge killing weapon, the Vikings will definitely be devastated and their morale will be greatly reduced when they see it.
However, the Vikings didn't seem to care. They just blew the horns, beat the animal skin drums, and came in armor.
"Could it be that the legend of the crow flag is simply false?" Auda frowned, but then shook his head. When dealing with Whoopi, he clearly saw how the Vikings used their lives to protect the flag. It can be seen that the importance of the crow flag to the Vikings, and the ignorant and superstitious Vikings will inevitably believe that only the army with the crow flag can win.
The adjutant Xun asked Auda if he would raise the crow flag to intimidate the Vikings at this time, but Auda had no intention of revealing this trump card.
"Line up and fight." Auda turned to the adjutant and ordered.
"yes."
As orders were passed, Auda's army arrayed itself in front with heavy infantry, light infantry, archers and cavalry. The spear levies were arrayed at the front of the array, followed by soldiers armed with swords and wearing cloth-covered iron. Armored swordsmen, and finally archers.
The sound of the armor plates rubbing against each other was like the rapids of a great river, resounding throughout the plain.
The air is filled with the smell of horses and leather, and some experienced warriors even claim to be able to judge the enemy's fear or excitement based on the smell.
"For the glory of the Lord." Sheriff Auda suddenly pulled out the sword from his waist. He raised the sword in his hand, and the sword reflected light in the sun.
"Oooo."
Encouraged by Sheriff Oda, the Ansa people shouted loudly and crossed themselves on their chests in an attempt to gain God's favor.
The Vikings on the opposite side slowly stopped. They would not easily enter the shooting range of the Angsa people.
The Norse warriors waited patiently while their leader encouraged him before the battle to show Odin and the Norse gods this great battle.
Surrounded by elite guardsmen, Guzrun came to the front of the Viking formation. The leader of the Vikings always took the lead and stood at the forefront of the arrow rain in order to boost morale and pay tribute to the gods. Show your fighting skills.
For the Vikings, war was not about life and death, but a performance about their own worth in the eyes of the gods, and the most worthy ones would be called to Valhalla.
But this time, Guzlen did not launch pre-war mobilization. Instead, he glanced at Ulf.
"Ulf, come forward." Guzlen waved to Ulf, asking him to come to his side.
Ulf was carrying the iron box behind him, and the iron chains made noise as he moved. He had a sword on his waist, a war hammer in his hand, and the big wolf Heitan followed at his feet.
The eyes of the North warriors are all focused on Ulf. The lord of the East Hammar tribe who carries the Thunder God's war hammer has now become their spiritual support. They believe that Ulf has received the blessing of the God of Thunder and can Lead them to victory.
Ulf walked in front of everyone. His eyes swept across the group of tall North warriors. Thousands of people looked at him. It would be impossible to feel this sense of oppression without being there. Arrived.
He took a small breath of the humid and salty British air, stretched out his hands to tighten the iron box on his back, his heart hit his chest strongly, and he felt the muscles of his thighs trembling with excitement.
"The Point Guard Is Here"
"Odin's people, the greatest and bravest warriors of the North, are all gathered here today."
Ulf opened his mouth and squeezed out the words with almost all the strength in his chest.
"Let us raise our weapons and welcome Valhalla bravely and fearlessly. The gods are watching this feast of battle with joy through our eyes."
Ulf raised the war hammer in his hand, pointed at the sky and said loudly.
"Wow~~."
His words made the Norse people excited. Valhalla and the gods were their beliefs. If the gods could understand their bravery, what would death mean?
The Viking war cry immediately resounded throughout the land.
"Gray Law~." The war horse Auda sat on was so frightened by the Viking war roars that he scratched the ground with his hooves and snorted several times.
"Shh." Auda had to reach out to comfort his mount. He didn't expect that the Vikings could maintain such a high momentum despite being outnumbered.
This situation is not good for Auda and his army.
"Norse warriors, let us welcome this magnificent war with joy. Thousands of years from now, our story will be told by the world."
Veins popped out on Ulf's forehead, and he roared with all his might, his voice becoming hoarse from too much exertion.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa."
The roars of the Norse warriors soared into the sky, and the earth seemed to be shaken by their war roars.
Two frightened crows in the woods flew up and hovered in the sky. Their accidental appearance made everyone think that Odin was watching everything.
Ulf raised the warhammer in his hand, facing the direction of Oda's army, he took steps and ran slowly.
Led by Ulf, Ange, Vargas, Luther and others first ran with him, and others quickly followed Ulf. Ulf was like a lion on the North African grasslands. Flying towards the prey with the pride of lions.
Heavy footsteps trampled on the ground, crushing the tender grass that had just emerged. There was a continuous sound of breathing, and the collision of the buckler and the ax made bursts of noise.
On the other hand, the Ansa people on the opposite side suddenly saw the Vikings rushing towards them. For a moment, they seemed to be sinking into a sea of fear. The cold and biting seawater poured into their mouths and entered their lungs, stinging unbearably.
Auda glanced at the soldiers behind him and saw the look of fear on their faces. He hurriedly raised the sword in his hand and shouted the name of God again, trying to use religion to boost morale.
"Oh oh oh oh." With Oda's encouragement, the soldiers finally regained some morale. The spearmen straightened their spears and raised their pointed shields, preparing to face the Vikings' stormy waves.
The eyes of the heavy swordsmen under their helmets were solemn and alert. Some of them licked their dry lips, and their five fingers clenched the hilt of the sword, and the backs of their fingers turned white from the exertion.
"Wow."
When he was close to the bow and arrow range of Oda's army, Ulf let out a roar and raised the warhammer in his hand to stop everyone.
