No matter what the nobles of Wessex thought, their medium infantry were indeed approaching the mountain stream. Some of the medium infantry at the front even stretched out their hands to move the thick branches on the road, but the Vikings did not make the slightest move. It was like quietly watching them perform.
"It's almost done." Vargas, who was inside the fortification, couldn't hold it any longer. He stuck out his tongue and licked his lips, turned his head to look in the direction of Ulf, and said to him.
"Steady." Ulf's eyes were fixed on the front, without even looking at Vargas. He was like an elk hiding in the bushes, staring at an unscrupulous elk greedily eating the grass. generally.
At Ulf's feet, the giant wolf Black Carbon clung tightly to his calf, opening its huge mouth, spitting out its scarlet tongue, revealing its sharp teeth, and white mist sprayed out of its mouth.
"My ax is already hungry." Vargas snorted. He turned his head forward again and looked across the fortifications at the approaching Wessex people. He could almost clearly see their ugly faces. , and Vargas unconsciously placed his hands on the ax handle at his waist.
At the same time, the leaders of Guzrun and North, who were behind the front line, were also paying attention to the movements of the Wessex people in front.
"Why didn't Ulf give the order? What is he doing?" A North leader was dissatisfied, almost roaring with his hands on his hips. He held his head high, and the bearskin on his body shook and drooped with his movements. The bear's head on his right shoulder seemed to have come to life.
Suddenly, Guzlen's shoulders shook. With great speed, he pulled out a sharp meat-cutting dagger from his waist. He turned around and grabbed the arm of the North leader, and threw him violently. On the mountain wall next to him, before the other party could react, the sharp dagger was already attached to the neck artery of the angry North leader.
"Shut your stinky mouth. If you dare to say another word, I will bleed you and let your body be fed to wolves. You will never get a Viking-style burial." Guzlen held the knife, his eyebrows almost raised, his eyes fixed on the other party, and he said in a deep voice.
"Woo." The North leader felt the coldness on his neck. He swallowed involuntarily, let out a whimper, and blinked.
Seeing this, Guzlen released his grip on the other party's hand, took back his knife, turned around with a serious expression, and looked forward. Although he didn't understand why Ulf hadn't ordered the attack yet, Guzrun knew that there was only one person who could give orders on the battlefield, otherwise everything would be in chaos.
Although Guzlen used his prestige to suppress the rioting North warriors, he knew that this would not last long. The furious North warriors would not just watch the enemy sway before their eyes.
However, fortunately at this time, a horn sound came from the front, and this was the order to attack.
"Woo~~~."
Ulf watched the Wessex medium infantry gradually approaching the front door in a loose formation. He knew in his heart that the time had come, and decisively ordered Luther to blow the horn and open the horseback.
Because their formation was separated by the rocks and debris in front of the mountain stream, the Wessex soldiers did not realize that they had become prey at this time. When they heard the enemy's horn, they instinctively stopped and waited for the commander's order.
However, the generals of Wessex did not know the meaning of the horn. They could only loudly order the soldiers to be on alert, hold on to their shields and spears, and prepare to fight.
At this moment, several North soldiers rushed out of the mountain stream. They lifted the heavy horses blocking the entrance of the mountain stream and placed them on both sides to clear the way for the following warriors.
"Let us kill the damn enemy." Vargas was already impatient. He laughed and drew out the double ax from his waist and shouted to the North warriors beside him.
Before he finished speaking, he jumped down from the one-meter-high fortification, his feet landed firmly on the ground, and made a loud bang. Seeing this, the other North warriors also screamed, They passed through the gap in the fortifications and rushed out.
"How reckless." Ulf looked at Vargas, jumped down, and then rushed towards the Wessex soldiers, shaking his head slightly and frowning.
However, he pulled out a sharp ax from his waist, turned around and walked towards the gap in the fortifications, followed by Luther, Sigrid and others. Heitan breathed and also chased Ur closely. Husband’s footsteps.
Ulf took a breath. The water vapor in the mountain stream mixed with the smell of green grass, which reminded people of the dense Nordic forest, but soon they would smell another smell, that of blood. with fire. And Ulf deliberately brought the enemy closer to fight, not just to solve the problem of missing arrows, he wanted to spread fear like a plague in the enemy's camp, so that they would deeply understand the terror of the Vikings.
"Ah~~."
When Ulf led everyone out of the fortification, he heard a scream and the dull sound of an ax chopping wood. Ulf looked up and saw the North soldiers led by Vargas, like an arrow shot out, piercing into the middle of the Wessex medium infantry team.
They waved the axes in their hands and slammed into the Wessex soldiers who raised their shields. The Wessex soldiers had probably never seen such a crazy attack. They could only raise their own shields. Shield, retreating steadily. If you are not careful, you will be hit by an ax because you do not hold the shield firmly, and you will fall to death. Blood mixed with white brains will spray on the ground, and the body will fall down crookedly.
"Valhalla." Vargas used the ax in his hand to slam into the chest of a Wessex soldier. The soldier was not wearing any armor, only a blue linen coat, and was pierced by the sharp axe. The ax penetrated the chest, and the sharp ax blade got stuck between the ribs, forcing Vargas to raise his right foot and kick it violently. When the ax was pulled out from the chest of the deceased, the warm blood with the smell of rust rushed out. on his face.
The smell of blood made Vargas even more excited. He raised the two axes in his hands, looked up to the sky and shouted the name of Valhalla loudly, letting the blood dye the beard on his chin red. And his actions brought about a chain reaction, and other North warriors also chanted Valhalla's name wildly, responding to the temple in their hearts with extremely cold-blooded and fanatical killing.
"He seems to be drunk." Sigrid chuckled. She passed by Ulf and looked at Vargas who was fighting crazily and said with a smile.
"The feast of the gods." Ulf shrugged. As a commander, although he also entered the front line to fight, he needed to maintain a calm and objective heart at all times. On the contrary, he could not enjoy it purely like Vargas. The joy of fighting.
Ulf narrowed his eyes slightly and looked in the direction of the Wessex people, only to see that their generals were caught off guard. He did not expect that the Vikings who had built the fortifications would actually abandon the fortifications and directly After fighting out of the panic, he desperately ordered his soldiers to gather together, trying to form a formation with shields to stop the Vikings' fanatical attack.
"Shield wall." There was a sneer on the corner of Ulf's mouth. Since the other party wants to use the tactics learned from the Vikings to fight against the Vikings, then Ulf must let them know that original The difference with the copycat.
When he raised the ax in his hand and shouted loudly, the North soldiers immediately gathered together. They wiped the blood on their faces and connected their bucklers to form an airtight formation.
"Go forward." Ulf, who was in the middle of the shield wall, clenched the ax in his hand, looked out from the gap where the round shields were connected, and ordered loudly.
"Wow~~woo~~." With a Viking roar, the Norse warriors held up their round shields and slowly moved in the direction of the Wessex people. They walked in unison, like intricately linked machines. The parts are average and move forward gradually.
"Damn Vikings." The Wessex general cursed when he saw this scene. He spat on the ground and smeared it, then waved the sword in his hand and ordered the medium infantry to also use shield walls to attack Push forward.
At this time, the two parties were like two cautious giant beasts, approaching each other.
