The Ansa people's light cavalry slowly left the forest. Their goal was very clear. From the side and rear of the Vikings, they would break through quickly and accurately, catching the opponent by surprise.
The horses' hooves trampled on the soft ground, preventing the sound from traveling too far, which was conducive to the light cavalry's surprise attack. Everything made this attack perfect. The leader of the light cavalry captain could even imagine how panicked those arrogant and cruel guys would be when the team he led suddenly appeared in front of the Vikings.
However, the moment they came out of the woods, a pair of eyes as blue as lake water in the castle spotted them like eagles soaring in the sky.
Ange wore an iron helmet, a light leather armor with iron plates, an animal skin cape on his shoulders, and the silver ornaments on the leather belt around his waist shone brightly under the reflection of the sun.
"The mouse came out of the hole." When Ange saw the Ansa light cavalry, which had been hiding, running out of the hiding forest, her eyes flashed with light, and she immediately turned around and quickly climbed down the city wall.
"Grey Law~."
At the gate of the city, the feathered cavalry are gathering here. There are not many in number, only twelve, but they were selected by Ulf from among the people who are best at riding horses. On their backs are some like Polish winged cavalry. They were a cavalry-like device, so they were often laughed at by other Vikings, saying that they looked like a flock of birds.
However, Ange will use his fists and knees to shut up those who chew their tongues. Those who have suffered from Ange will no longer dare to laugh at this group of Viking version of the hussars in person. However, they would still make jokes about the cavalry behind their backs, which made the hussars who longed for respect and merit very unhappy.
"Little ones, do you think other people's respect will come from tongue? No, you need a real meritorious service to show the gods in the sky and those who look down on you. This is what you should do. "Ange encouraged the group of winged cavalry without taking it seriously. In her opinion, the war of words is meaningless. The winged cavalry need a hearty battle in front of everyone to win everyone. of respect.
She had been praying to the gods in her heart for herself and for those boys to provide her with such an opportunity, and the gods seemed to have responded to her prayers at the moment, not neglecting the three roosters and a sheep she sacrificed. .
"The Romance of Fairy Wood"
The city gate slowly opened with a creak, and Ange got on her horse. Her eyes swept across the twelve winged cavalry, and she nodded to them, her face serious.
The twelve hussars also got on their horses together, with uniform movements. This was Ulf's deliberate request to them. Although everyone thought it was unnecessary, the Vikings in the castle were stunned at this moment.
"Odin, has he sent his Valkyries to the world?" An injured North warrior looked at the group of cavalry with his remaining left eye and shook his head slightly at the same time. It seemed that he was about to be summoned by Odin.
The corners of Ange's lips raised slightly, and she proudly kicked the war horse under her crotch with her heels, leading the cavalry behind her to pass briskly outside the city gate.
At this time, the Ansa people's light cavalry had crossed the hillside and appeared in the sight of the Norse people in the melee at a very fast speed. However, because they had not yet reached the optimal charge, they moved forward slowly, starting from From this point of view, the Ansa people's light cavalry captain was experienced.
"For Auda, for the king, for the glory of the Lord." The captain of the light cavalry waved the sharp sword in his hand, the sword reflected light in the sun, he straightened his waist, and the patches on his body rustled as they rubbed. The light cavalry behind him raised their spears high and prepared to fight with high spirits.
When the light cavalry shouted, it immediately spread throughout the battlefield. The Angsa people couldn't help cheering when they saw this scene. Their archers stood behind and couldn't help but take off their hats and wave them.
When Guzlen saw this scene on the battlefield, his expression looked serious, and his neatly knitted beard seemed to be starting to get knotted, because he knew very well that the army that had invested all its combat power had no power left to defend against this. A sudden attack of light cavalry, no matter how much the Norse warriors believed in the Asa protoss, most of them would still lose the will to fight when they were severely wounded.
Ulf also saw the light cavalry attacking at this time, but compared to Guzlen, who was unprepared, Ulf's brows were only slightly wrinkled. His gaze went over everyone's heads and looked around. Looking around, he seemed to be looking for something intently.
When his eyes fell on the opening of the castle gate behind him, his hanging heart gradually relaxed, and even a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. This small movement was not noticeable on the chaotic battlefield. .
However, Vargas was stopped by Ulf the next moment. At that time, Vargas was leading a group of Norse warriors to block the desperate resistance of the Unsa people.
"Ulf, what's going on?" Vargas was quite dissatisfied with Ulf calling him from the front line. He had originally planned to kill a few more Ansa people and show off in front of the gods in the sky.
Ulf ignored his complaints, but raised the warhammer in his hand, pointed in the direction of Oda and his guards ahead, and signaled it to Vargas.
"What do you mean?" Vargas looked confused. Of course he knew that Oda was the leader of this Ansa army, but now not to mention that Oda was closely protected by guards, there was still a scuffle between them. The battlefield is simply impossible to pass.
"Bring a few smart people, and we'll raid together." Ulf patted Vargas on the shoulder and said to him.
"You're crazy." Vargas's eyes widened. Didn't Ulf himself not know how much risk he would take to kill from here?
But Ulf grinned, not caring about his own safety at all. He was convinced that the situation would soon be reversed.
Sure enough, just when Ulf and others were planning to raid Oda, the Angsa light cavalry suddenly found that a group of strange cavalry in front of them blocked their way, requiring them to defeat each other before entering the battlefield. Just fine.
"Sir, what is that?" A cavalryman following the light cavalry captain raised his finger and pointed ahead. He saw a group of cavalrymen lined up in a line, with wings spread behind them, slowly approaching them.
"God, is it an angel?"
The other cavalrymen saw the wings behind this group of winged cavalry making hunting sounds in the wind, and they came towards them unhurriedly, just like what the priests instilled in them in the solemn church, angels blow. Sound the horn and throw fire at the mortals.
"Shut up, those are damned Vikings. Don't be fooled by their wings. Fight and rush over." The captain of the Angsa Light Cavalry shouted loudly at the superstitious soldiers under his command.
Under the urging of the captain, the light cavalry finally plucked up the courage, gripped the spears and swords in their hands, and rushed in the direction of the hussars. They shouted the names of God and saints in their mouths, trying to drive them away. The fear in my heart.
Ange was riding on the horse, undulating as the horse ran. Her heart was very calm, as if she were on a lake in Northern Europe. Her eyes were fixed on the oncoming Angsa light cavalry.
"Get ready." Ange raised the sword in his hand and ordered loudly.
The hussars, who lined up in a row and marched hand in hand, flattened the spears in their hands according to countless trainings, and then tried to keep the formation as neat as possible. This was trained by Ulf based on the fighting methods of the French cuirassiers in the Napoleonic era. The only requirement was discipline, discipline, and even stricter discipline.
Completely abandoning individual bravery in the Middle Ages, instead relying on team combat to destroy the enemy.
Fortunately, the Vikings are a group that pays attention to tribal discipline. They understand that when crossing the sea, if they cannot unite and cooperate on the ship, they will only face the danger of sinking into the sea. In the harsh environment of Northern Europe, Without the protection of the tribe, individuals would soon be wiped out by the harsh climate and lack of supplies.
Therefore, when Ulf asked them to maintain combat discipline, no one raised any objections and did exactly what Yael ordered. Ulf sometimes thought that if it were the Angsa people or the lax Franks, it might take a lot of time just to emphasize discipline.
At this moment, the Hussars' new parapet-style advance and their usual rigorous training took effect. They lined up in a line, and the front was much wider than the Ansa light cavalry that rushed over in disorder. The two sides quickly reached the optimal charging distance.
"Odin~~." Ange clenched the sword in his hand and shouted Odin's name. In the mythology of the northerners, God Odin is also the god who blesses war horses. He rides an eight-legged horse and soars in the sky. In the sky.
"Odin."
The hussars also chanted Odin's name at the same time. They held the spears in their hands flatter and held them more steadily. Their spears were also specially made and were longer than ordinary horse spears.
Although the Angsa light cavalry were shocked that their opponents turned out to be a group of Viking women, this only made them more convinced that the Vikings were a group of devils and actually drove women to the battlefield.
"Grazi, charge!"
As the captain of the Angsa light cavalry waved the sword in his hand, the light cavalry also rushed towards the winged cavalry.
Horses neighed, spears clashed, and screams resounded throughout the battlefield. People just felt like it was dark and they couldn't tell the direction.
"Surround them, surround them." Ange saw that his own side's impact blocked the front of the Ansa light cavalry, causing the cavalry in the rear to crowd each other, but his own side was able to outflank them from both wings, and he was determined. .
