The rumble of war drums sounded in the mountain stream, and Evan saw a large group of Vikings holding high barbaric bearskin flags, shouting in the northern language, led by a tall and burly leader, holding a round shield. Walking towards the army he led.
"Get ready to fight." Evan immediately pulled out the sword from his waist, drew a half circle on his head, and ordered towards the soldiers.
"Roar." The sergeants who had been trained by Alfred for a long time were not timid when facing the menacing Vikings. They stretched out the spears in their hands from the top of the shield almost uniformly, forming a shape like Hedgehog-like formation.
This formation as solid as an iron barrel is said to have been created by Alfred when he led his men on a hunt and saw a fight between a hedgehog and a viper in the forest. Of course, what is the truth? Who Not sure.
However, this formation does work.
Ulf, who was standing on the wooden wall, frowned and secretly felt worried for the Norwegian leader. If the shield wall could not be used in time, the Norse warriors who rushed out would probably collide head-on. On top of the spear tip.
Fortunately, the Norwegian leader was an experienced military leader. When he saw the hedgehog formation set up by the Wessex people, he immediately roared loudly: "Shield wall."
The Norse warriors following the Norwegian leader almost instinctively stopped charging, built a moving wall with the round shields in their hands, and then coordinated their steps towards the Wessex soldiers.
Although the organization of the North people is relatively primitive, with tribes as the unit, they have been friends with each other since childhood, and their cooperation is much more tacit.
This sudden change surprised even Evan. It would take several years to train the Wessex soldiers to be commanding, but the Vikings were like a pack of wolves driven entirely by instinct. The leading wolf will immediately change the way of fighting when he roars.
However, at this time, the two sides were already at war with each other and had no time to think about anything else.
"Peng." After a muffled sound, the Viking's round shield hit the Wessex shield formation. Both sides roared at the same time from behind the shields, trying their best to crush the other side.
The faces of the Norwegians behind the shield wall were twisted and ferocious. They used all their strength to push the shield wall towards the Wessex people. The soldiers' bulging biceps stood on tiptoes and leaned forward. , a war cry came from deep in his throat.
"Oh wow." The Vikings' all-out attack doubled the pressure on the Wessex soldiers who were holding their shields. The soldiers in the first row only felt that their shields made a rattling sound due to this squeeze. The iron bars holding the shield seemed to be falling apart at the next moment because they could no longer bear the pressure.
"Javelin." Evan felt that his army was retreating because it could not bear the pressure, so he immediately issued a new order.
Evan's order was accurately conveyed to the soldiers. The soldiers hiding in the third row immediately took out a javelin from the leather bag on their backs and held it tightly in their hands.
"Get up." With a cry, other soldiers lifted up the soldiers holding javelins, making the group of soldiers higher than the shield wall.
At the same time, Ulf on the wooden wall saw this scene and his heart tightened.
Shooting arrows at the enemy from behind the shield wall was originally a favorite trick of the Vikings, but now it has been learned by the Wessex people, and the Norwegian warriors have not yet noticed this.
"Archers." Ulf shrank his eyes, immediately looked to the side, and loudly ordered to the Norse warriors holding Viking longbows on the wooden wall.
When Ulf turned around and glanced at everyone, the North warriors holding long bows had a blank look on their faces. This group of North warriors originally thought they were bystanders, but unexpectedly they were ordered to prepare for battle.
"Quick." Ulf's expression darkened, and he raised his voice and roared angrily at the Viking warriors holding longbows.
"Yes, sir." Only then did the Viking warriors react. They took out the arrows from the quivers on their backs, put them on the longbow strings, and then looked at the two sides fighting outside the mountain stream with their eyes from under their iron helmets.
At this moment, Wessex soldiers holding javelins suddenly emerged from between the shields. These soldiers grasped the javelins in their hands, aimed at the Norwegians who were pushing forward, and took a slight breath. , then the muscles in the arms tightened, and the tendons were tightened like clockwork.
"Buzz~~." As a shrill sound broke through the air, the javelins from the hands of the Wessex soldiers accurately shot at the Norwegian soldiers behind the Viking shield wall.
At this time, the Norwegian soldiers' attention was focused on the front, and they did not expect the threat from above. When the Norwegian soldiers heard a strange noise and looked up, they only saw groups of black shadows descending above their heads, followed closely. Then there was a wailing sound from his own camp.
When the Norwegian soldiers looked around, they soon discovered that many of their companions had a javelin embedded in their chests. The sharp iron head of the javelin had completely penetrated the body. The straight wooden handle was still trembling slightly, and the blood instantly cut the leather. The armor or chain mail was dyed purple.
At this time, the Wessex nobles on the hill happened to see this scene.
"Well done." The nobles praised one after another. This sudden javelin attack caught the Vikings off guard and effectively killed the enemy.
"It's not good." However, there was a person who was chewing toothbrush seeds and shouting out loud.
The nobles' good mood just now was disturbed by this sound, and they suddenly felt a little disappointed. They couldn't help but move their eyes over, and found that the person who made the sound was the ugly monk, Yin Sak himself.
"Master monk, shouldn't we express our congratulations and appreciation for our warriors' bravery in killing the enemy?" A Wessex nobleman said with a hand on his hip and a hint of displeasure.
"It's too late, it's too early to use this trick." Yin Sak shook his head lightly and sighed.
"What, it's early?" The nobles looked puzzled and looked at each other in confusion, but deep down they felt that Yin Sak was a guy who didn't understand military affairs at all.
However, when the nobles were about to refute Yin Sak, they heard a wailing sound coming from the battlefield, so they hurriedly turned around and stretched their necks to look over.
As the nobles looked around, they saw at the mouth of the mountain stream that the Wessex soldiers who had just killed the Vikings with javelins were attacked by a wave of arrows from the mountain stream.
The arrows fired by this Viking longbow were so long and sharp that they could even penetrate wooden shields. However, the lifted Wessex soldiers had no protection at all and were completely exposed to the opponent's arrow attacks. within the range.
"Wow~." The Wessex soldier's body was filled with arrows. Like a porcupine, it hit his companions behind him from above. However, the companions did not expect to be attacked by arrows and were caught off guard. It fell to the ground, and the entire Wessex army was in chaos for a while.
When Evan saw this scene, he also panicked. As a general, Evan was a bit immature. If he followed the rules step by step, he might be able to deal with it, but this kind of unexpected situation was a bit tricky.
However, the situation on the battlefield changes rapidly.
When Evan hesitated, the leader of the Norwegian warriors did not miss the opportunity. The burly Norwegian leader glanced at the warriors who were killed by javelins around him, and anger surged in his chest.
"Wooooooo~~." The Norwegian leader shouted loudly, grabbed a soldier in the front row with his hand, and violently pulled him away. A gap immediately appeared in the Norwegian shield wall, but the Wessex soldiers Because of the commotion in the rear, there was no response.
I saw the Norwegian leader bending his knees slightly, kicking his legs violently, and rushed out of the shield wall. His whole body was like an enraged wild boar, crashing into the Wessex shield wall.
At this time, the Wessex soldiers behind the shield wall suddenly saw a burly Viking rushing out from behind the Norwegian shield wall and crashing straight into the shield.
"Boom~." With a loud noise, a gap was opened in the shield of the Wessex soldier, and the body of the soldier behind the shield was knocked around.
"Oh oh oh, Valhalla." Then, as the Norwegian leader roared wildly, the Viking sword in his hand was like a whirlwind, causing a bloody storm among the Wessex soldiers.
"Oh oh oh, Valhalla." The Norwegian soldiers watched helplessly as their leader rushed in at the forefront, and their blood suddenly swelled. They each shouted the name of Valhalla and fought fiercely towards the Wessex soldiers. past.
The ax struck the shield with a muffled sound, the broken spear tip sank to the ground, and the chopped palm trembled slightly, as if trying to grasp something.
"Hoo, ho." The Norwegian leader lowered his head slightly, his eyes like wild wolves, searching for Evan's whereabouts in the crowd. As a military leader, the Norwegian leader knew very well that catching the enemy general was like catching a poisonous snake. as important as the head.
Soon, the Norwegian leader saw among the crowd, Evan on horseback was like a small boat in the turbulent sea, being surrounded by the crowd and not knowing where to settle.
At this time, the Wessex nobles on the hill were stunned. They did not expect that the war would turn around so quickly. The elite troops trained by Alfred actually retreated steadily under the attack of the Vikings.
"Quickly, go inform Mr. Evan and get off your horse and retreat immediately." Yinsak had already seen Evan's crisis. He reached out and grabbed a messenger and said loudly to the messenger.
"Huh?" But the messenger looked confused and glanced at the other nobles subconsciously.
"Yes, riding a horse at this time is simply courting death."
"Go quickly." The other nobles also reacted. At this time, Evan, who was riding a horse, was like an obvious target. Only by dismounting and mixing with the crowd could he possibly avoid the Vikings' hunting.
"Yes." The messenger hurriedly took off the horn he was carrying and ran quickly down the hillside.
"God bless you." Yin Sak stared at the battlefield and couldn't help but reach out and cross himself on his chest.
