Crows circled overhead, as if impatient to enter a feast, their eyes cast downwards, where the Norsemen and Wiskers were approaching each other, the distance between their shields growing closer and closer.
"Ping~." Suddenly, there was a muffled sound, and the round shield and the pointed shield collided violently, making a huge muffled sound.
"Waaaah~~." Shouts sounded almost simultaneously from behind the shields of both sides. This roar from the chest contained encouragement, concealed fear, and bloodthirsty desire.
At this time, Ulf and others also rushed forward, using all their strength to press their opponents with their own side of the shield wall. If the opponent is unstable or lacks strength, he will be pushed down by the shield wall of the North warriors.
"The Exotic Land Development of Vegetable-Growing Skeletons"
Immediately afterwards, the ax and Viking iron sword will become the sickle of death, harvesting their lives mercilessly.
The Wessex generals also knew this very well, and constantly pushed the Wessex soldiers to form a solid and dense formation to resist the Viking attack.
"Hold on, you idiot."
The Wessex general held the sword in his hand tightly and cursed loudly at the top of his lungs, as if this was the only way to cover up the fear of the Vikings in his heart.
"Hoo, ho." A Wessex soldier gasped, and was caught by the Wessex general and stuffed into the gap in the crowd, as if he were filling the mud in the cracks in the wall of the house.
Harlan comes from the Yorkshire countryside, a place called Terz Village, which used to be beautiful and uncontested. However, since the Vikings came across the sea, this village has become a place for the Vikings to pass through. Frequently being plundered by waves of Vikings, the villagers could only scrape together enough Danish gold in an attempt to gain safety and freedom.
However, they soon discovered that this group of Vikings was endless, and no amount of Danish gold could satisfy their appetite. Therefore, the villagers could only hide in the smelly swamp to avoid the harassment of the Vikings.
Anger had been building in the hearts of the young villagers. They vowed to kill these abominable Vikings one day, so when the Sheriff of York called for soldiers, these young villagers immediately responded to the Sheriff's call. , enter the castle to receive short-term military training.
At this time, the hateful Vikings were right in front of him, but young Harlan hesitated, just because these Vikings were all strong and ferocious in appearance. Their faces were smeared with black dye on their eye sockets, making their eyes look deep and terrifying, like Like a demon crawling out of hell.
What is even more frightening is the attitude of this group of Vikings towards war. Compared to Harlan and other conscripts who joined the war out of helplessness, the Vikings treated war like attending a feast, bloodthirsty and fanatical. Harlan saw with his own eyes a Viking warrior leaping from the shield wall and throwing himself into the Wessex soldiers. Although the Wessex soldiers immediately used their weapons to tie the Viking into a There were holes in the blood, but the other party killed several of Harun's companions with an ax before he died.
Blood spurted out from the wound and splashed on Harlan's face and body. The warm touch and the smell of rust made Harlan so shocked that he was at a loss for a moment. If the Wessex general hadn't pushed Harlan, I'm afraid Harlan could stand there in a daze for a long time.
"Wow~~." With the fervent Viking war cry, it almost pierced Harlan's eardrums. Harlan began to regret why he left his home and came here to fight against the terrifying Vikings.
At this time, Ulf saw through the gaps between the round shield walls and saw through the fear and hesitation in the hearts of the Wessex soldiers. Any hesitation on the battlefield would give the enemy an opportunity to take advantage of it.
"Open." So Ulf immediately ordered loudly to the North warrior standing in front of him.
"Roar~." The Norse warriors in the battle were extremely united and obeyed orders. These Norse warriors originally used their bodies to resist the buckler and bear the pressure from the opposite side, just like using their bodies to resist a wall that was about to collapse. wall.
However, since Ulf gave the loud order, the North soldiers immediately saw the opportunity and retreated to both sides, and a gap immediately appeared in the shield wall that had lost its strength.
At this time, the Wessex soldiers who had tried their best to block the Viking shield wall were caught off guard, and their bodies fell directly into the Viking formation due to inertia. The soldiers in the rear also couldn't hold their feet. , rushed in immediately.
"Kill!" Looking at the Wessex soldiers who suddenly fell among them, the North soldiers raised their axes from both sides unceremoniously and faced the Wessex soldiers who fell to the ground layer by layer. The soldier slashed at him.
Harlan, who was on the ground, was horrified to find that there were several Wessex soldiers on his legs, and a companion from Yorkshire was wailing under him. When Harlan raised his head, he found that his face was hideous. The terrifying Vikings were raising their axes from both sides and slashing at their companions indiscriminately.
"Ah~~." Splashing blood fell on Harlan's face and beard like raindrops. The sound of cracking skulls and the muffled sound of the ax cutting into the flesh were endless. This horrific scene made Harlan... I remembered the scene from hell described by the priest in the church when I was a child.
"Mom." When people are extremely frightened, they will instinctively think of their mother. Harlan threw away the spear in his hand and crawled desperately among his dying companions in the flesh mold lake, trying his best to The solution is to hide as far away from all this as possible.
I don't know if it was luck or misfortune, but Harlan miraculously crawled out from the pile of soldiers and passed between the Vikings' constantly moving legs. Even though he was crawling on the ground, crawling like the lowest insect, he could not move. It's better than losing your life.
"Huh." Just as Harlan took a breath and glanced behind him, he was very sure that all his companions had lost their lives. However, before Harlan could rejoice that he had escaped, a pair of leather boots blocked his face. .
At this time, Ulf looked down at the Wessex soldier lying on the ground with his face covered in blood. He frowned slightly and raised the ax in his hand.
"No, no." Harlan raised his arms in fear and instinct, trying to block Ulf's sharp ax with his own arms, completely forgetting what role this flesh and blood body had in front of the axe.
But, the next moment.
Harlan did not feel the force from Ulf's chopping axe. A touch of coldness crossed his throat. Blood flowed from the deep wound in his throat. The terrible burning sensation in his throat made Harlan desperately He used both hands to scratch, but soon his consciousness gradually faded away.
"Sigrid?" Ulf couldn't help but frown, and blurted out as he looked at Sigrid, who was riding on the back of the Weskes soldier in front of him, cutting the opponent's throat with the sharp dagger in his hand.
"Chief, I have killed five." Sigrid raised the dagger in her hand, winked playfully at Ulf, clamped the blood-stained dagger in the socket of her left arm, and pulled hard. The blood on the dagger was wiped clean, and the blade became shiny again.
