Among the melee crowd, the petite Sigrid was like a fish in water, like a killing elf wandering in the forest, cutting the enemy's throat with the sharp dagger in her hand, and the blood almost soaked the leather of Sigrid's body. The breastplate was dyed purple.
Even the sticky blood was dripping down from the tips of Sigrid's hair without even bothering to wipe it off. This crazy killing look would make even a berserker feel ashamed.
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"The Scarlet Witch." Among the Norse, Sigrid unknowingly acquired a nickname. This means that Sigrid's knife skills are as unpredictable as the witch's magic, and red of course refers to blood. It looked like it was painted all over Sigrid's body.
However, not everyone is convinced.
"Arrogant woman." Vargas came to Ulf angrily and said to Ulf.
Ulf's eyes fell on the ax held in Vargas' hand. The originally sharp ax blade had become curled and chipped. He didn't know how many Wessex people's heads this ax had chopped off. and limbs, with blood and flesh hanging on them.
If Sigrid is like the Scarlet Witch, then Vargas is like a pure North warrior who never tires of killing. Ulf even saw with his own eyes that Vargas caught a man who had lost the ability to resist. Soldier Sykes used an ax to chop off the poor soldier's Tianling Cap alive.
This is not because Vargas really wants to use the Tianling Gai as a wine cup. In fact, Vargas is a dark believer of Floki. He peels off the fresh skulls of captives on the battlefield as the most precious sacrifice to the dark god Floki. A good sacrifice, and Vargas believes that by pleasing Floki, the god of darkness and shadow, he will gain magical invisibility.
Ulf didn't take it seriously because he had never seen Vargas truly invisible. However, the North people were very tolerant of their beliefs. As long as they did not violate laws and customs, no one would accuse a freedom fighter. faith.
"Come back and fight, you damn cowards." Vargas tied a fresh skull with dark red lines on it to the leather belt around his waist. When Vargas looked up, he saw that Wei Ges The Saxon infantry were frightened by the Norse's fanatical fighting, and they began to drop their weapons and flee backwards in panic.
"Hahaha." After bursting into laughter, Vargas wiped the blood on his face with the back of his hand, returned to the shield wall, walked slowly to Ulf's side, and began to complain about Sigrid snatching He got several fresh skulls of his own.
"Okay, go back." Ulf raised his right hand and ordered to his North soldiers.
"What, just going back like this?" Vargas was a little puzzled. Looking up, the Wessex soldiers were vulnerable. This might be a good opportunity to pursue and expand the victory.
"No, that's enough." Ulf shook his head slightly, turned around and led the North soldiers back to the mountain stream without hesitation.
In this small forward battle, both sides were aiming to test each other's strength.
Now that both Ulf and Alfred have achieved their goals, there is no need to continue chasing. In fact, Alfred has already deployed archers on the hilly slopes. As long as the Norse take the initiative to pursue, The shield wall that the Norse people are proud of will collapse, and the arrows from Wessex will rain down on the heads of the Norse people.
"A defeat, what a defeat." The Wessex nobles standing on the hills looked dejectedly at the scene in front of them. The Wessex soldiers sent to fight were like a ball of loose sand, and the soldiers supported each other. Then, he limped away from the battlefield as much as possible, trying to stay as far away from those terrifying Vikings as possible.
"Immediately arrange for the wounded soldiers to enter the camp for treatment." Alfred, with a calm face and his brown eyes never looking away from the battlefield, ordered to the generals around him.
"Your Majesty, should these soldiers be subject to military law if they fail in battle?" A Wessex nobleman wearing chain mail and a dead-leaf uniform suggested to Alfred.
The nobles believed that these soldiers were cowardly on the battlefield. They were fighting with more than they were, but we clearly had the advantage. However, they did not defeat us. This was really an insult to the military power of Wessex. Even if we did not kill a few to set an example, we could still find a few. The unlucky man used whipping to let everyone know whether it was the Vikings who were more terrifying or the military law.
"No, the soldiers have tried their best. Everything is the will of the Lord. Now I am going to pray." Alfred shook his head slightly, then turned and walked towards his tent, praying to God every day. Praying was something Alfred had to do, almost like breathing.
"Your Majesty." Several Wessex nobles wanted to say something, but it did not affect Alfred's footsteps at all. Therefore, the nobles could only cast doubtful glances in the direction of the king's back.
at the same time
In the mountain stream, there was a scene of celebration.
The North soldiers who returned from the battle were warmly welcomed by other people in the mountain stream. These people felt sorry for not being able to join the battlefield and enjoy the blood feast, so they could only howl loudly to vent their dissatisfaction. As well as envy, some people came forward to smear the enemy's blood on the returning soldiers with their hands, and then smeared it on their foreheads and cheeks, thinking that this would bring them good luck.
"Good fight." When Ulf came back, he was immediately summoned by Guzlen. As soon as he met the North leader, he expressed his praise for Ulf.
In fact, the North leaders in the mountain stream saw everything clearly. Ulf used a small number of North soldiers to form a shield wall to withstand the attacks of more enemies than himself, and then at an extremely clever time point, A small section of the shield wall was suddenly released, causing the Wessex soldiers who were caught off guard to rush into it.
Then the shield wall was closed, creating a situation where the door was closed and the dogs were beaten, and then there was an almost one-sided massacre. The blood and the tragedy of the enemy made the North leaders and soldiers standing on the fortifications see the blood swell. They were almost certain that the gods would love this wonderful battle.
"This is a story that is enough for the bards to sing for a long time." A North leader raised his beard, stepped forward, patted Ulf on the shoulder with his thick hand, and said loudly.
"That's right, mastering the fighting skills and timing so well is like listening to a heroic story." Another North warrior also nodded and said.
"No, gentlemen, this is just an appetizer. The truly epic story that can be passed down for centuries has just begun." Ulf seemed very calm, and at the same time he took the wine glass handed over by Guzlen and poured it into the glass. He drank the malt wine in his mouth, and the slightly sweet wine just moistened his throat.
