The Unsa swordsmen, holding sharp swords and wearing cloth-covered iron armor, attacked from the right wing of the Viking shield formation. This opportunity was created with the flesh and blood of the Unsa levies on the front.
When the swordsmen held small round shields and sharp swords, shouted loudly, and crashed into the Viking shield wall, they immediately waved their straight swords and pierced into the bodies of the Viking warriors. This sudden attack The attack stunned the Vikings on the right, but they quickly adjusted to face the oncoming swordsmen.
The swordsmen of the Angsa people are the social elite of the kingdoms of the British Isles, especially the land-owning gentry class. Because they have the ability to hire tenants to cultivate the land on their behalf, they have the time and energy to practice their fighting skills, which is of course sufficient. The nutritional supplement of meat and eggs also makes their height and weight stronger than the average Ansa people.
Ulf was in the shield wall. He had just dealt with a group of Ansa levies who rushed into the formation, but he heard the cry of killing coming from the right side. He immediately realized that Auda had arranged the elite soldiers on both wings in an attempt to form a formation. The potential of a pincer attack.
If the opponent is really allowed to form a pincer attack, even if the North soldiers can fight and withstand it, I am afraid they will show weakness over time.
"Vargos." Thinking of this, Ulf immediately turned around and shouted Vargos' name, and his voice was particularly loud among the noisy crowd.
At this time, Vargas was pointing an ax in his hand at the chest of an Angsa spearman who rushed into the shield wall. Under continuous chops, the spearman's simple leather armor could not withstand the sharp axe. , one strike of the ax broke the armor, and the next strike of the ax broke the bones and flesh.
"Bah." The residual blood splashed on the corner of Vargas's mouth. He didn't feel scared. He just wiped it with the back of his hand, leaving a bright red trace of blood on the corner of his mouth.
At this time, he heard Ulf's call, looked over quickly, then pushed aside the North warriors blocking his way, and squeezed to Ulf's side.
"What happened to Ulf?" Vargas asked Ulf.
"Look." Ulf did not answer him. Instead, he raised his warhammer and pointed it at the right side of the position, gesturing for him to look over.
Vargas raised his head and looked there, and saw that the attacks of the Unsa swordsmen were very fierce. On the other hand, the North warriors on the right retreated steadily, causing the original wedge-shaped formation to dent for no reason.
"I'll go right away." Vargas immediately understood what Ulf meant. He raised the ax in his hand and put it on his shoulder, saying to Ulf.
"Let Luther come with you." Ulf nodded. Under the fierce attack of the enemy, letting a berserker take action will undoubtedly make the victory more guaranteed.
"No need." But Vargas refused. He just found a few friends who were close to him in the crowd and took them to support the North warriors on the right.
When Ulf saw this, he had no choice but to let him go. After all, a North warrior has a very strong self-esteem, and he was just giving a suggestion.
Vargas just shouted to his companions: "Who is willing to join me in slaughtering the Unsa people and adding a bit of gorgeous color to the feast of Odin and Thor?"
"Take me with you."
"And I."
Soon the North soldiers in the crowd responded. They followed Vargas with their own weapons and walked towards the position on the right.
When Vargas and others came towards them, they happened to see some Norse warriors unable to withstand the attack of the Angsa swordsmen and kept retreating. Vargas had an angry look in his eyes, and he began to use rough words North cursed endlessly.
"Stop, you bunch of cursed pigs, do you want to leave the impression of a coward in the eyes of Odin and Thor? All that awaits you is eternal cold pain, and the underworld without mead."
Vargas' scolding caused the retreating Norse warriors to stop. For the Norse warriors, death is not terrible. What is terrible is not being able to get the chance to enter Valhalla. The cowards and cowards on the battlefield will Being regarded as a cursed person, they can never return to the Norse society. Even the dead soul will enter the cold and dark Hades and suffer eternal pain.
"Wow." The North warriors let out a war cry and returned to their positions to fight with the Angsa swordsmen. Suddenly, the sound of the clash of swords and axes and the war cry were intertwined.
Auda raised his eyes and looked at the battlefield. He did not expect that the Vikings were so tenacious. After being attacked from the side, they could gradually stabilize their position and even began to push back on their own side. He couldn't help but feel anxious. Although there is strength in numbers, the decisive factor on the battlefield is often morale. Once morale collapses, no matter how many people there are, it will not help.
"Bang." Auda thought of this and turned over from his horse. His feet stepped on the ground, and the scabbard of the sword on his waist collided with the armor, making a crisp sound.
"Sheriff?" The adjutant was very surprised when he saw this scene. When the commander began to prepare to dismount and fight, it meant that a decisive attack was about to be launched.
"Take the crow flag and lead my soldiers into battle together." Aoda clenched the sword in his hand and ordered the adjutant beside him.
"Yes." The adjutant quickly gathered Auda's personal guards, guarded him, and slowly walked towards the battlefield.
The guards of the nobles are elites who specialize in fighting. They eat and live with the nobles, and their physical fitness is higher than that of other soldiers. There is only one thing on weekdays, and that is to hone their fighting skills and interact with each other. Have a duel.
Their equipment was also provided by the nobles, most of which were heavy leather armors and some with scale armors. Therefore, when a group of noble soldiers came on stage, the battle entered a fierce and critical moment.
Auda has enough confidence in his own soldiers, not to mention that he also has a trump card, which is the crow flag of Ubbi captured in his hand. He is convinced that when the crow flag is flying above his head, the ignorant and superstitious group will The Vikings will inevitably scatter.
at this time
The Ansa levies on the front of the shield wall had reached their limit. They used their pointed shields to push against the Viking shield wall, using all their strength to knock it away. The two sides crowded each other with their shields, and then came back The people gradually extended to the two wings, trying to get around the opponent's flank.
"Hoo, ho, ho." A spearman wearing a pointed iron helmet felt like his lungs had been filled with hot molten iron. The pain was unbearable, and his mouth seemed as dry as in the desert. Generally, he was breathing heavily like the bellows in a blacksmith's shop.
"God, when will it end?" He was so exhausted that he could hardly hold his spear, and several of his companions in front of him had been chopped into pulp by the Viking axes. At this time, he was no longer alive. Start with high morale.
"Get away, you losers." At this moment, an unruly voice came from behind.
