At this moment, Evan also saw the Norwegian leader rushing straight towards him. His burly figure and blood splattered on his ferocious face looked like a devil rushing out of hell. It was almost impossible to look away. open.
It was at this time that Evan suddenly realized his situation. He couldn't help but look around and found that he was in a chaotic vortex. If he was riding a horse, he would be stuck in a quagmire. Can't get rid of it.
Therefore, Evan hurriedly jumped off the horse and mixed in the crowd, trying to escape the pursuit of the Norwegian leader.
Evan's strategy was effective. The Norwegian leader looked at the warriors fighting in front of him, raised his head in anger and roared. The veins on this strong and burly leader's neck bulged, like little twisting little ones. Like a snake, the cyan patterns tattooed on its face also seemed to be alive.
"God." As Evan retreated towards the back, he could hardly help but look back. Just one glance almost frightened him out of his wits. The Norwegian leader, who was roaring in the crowd, raised his ax in his hand and slashed A Wessex soldier in front of him cracked in half.
Blood and steaming internal organs were scattered around and hung on the shoulders of the Norwegian leader. The bright red blood stained the leader's animal skin cloak. This image was exactly the same as the image of the devil told by the priest in the church. Evan hurriedly crossed himself, and his original plan to retreat to an open area and then regroup was gone.
At this moment, Evan's only thought is to stay away from this group of bloodthirsty Vikings, escape all the way back to his warm and solid castle, lock the solid wooden door tightly, and never take a step forward as long as he lives.
But it was Evan's glance that made the Norwegian leader look away like a wolf that had smelled its prey. The two of them almost looked at each other in the gap between the chaotic crowd. This glance was enough. Evan was so stunned that he turned around and ran away, but the Norwegian leader grinned widely, picked up his ax and chased in Evan's direction.
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Standing on the fortification, Ulf frowned slightly and looked at the battlefield intently. From the surface, it seemed that the army led by the Norwegian leader had begun to suppress the Wessex army at this moment.
But for some reason, Ulf felt a little uneasy in his heart. It was really surprising that Alfred would put one of his elite troops here and let the Northmen annihilate them.
"Ulf, it looks like another victory, right!" At this moment, Guzlen's rough voice came from behind Ulf.
"Lord Guzlen." Ulf turned around and his eyes fell on the North leaders who were leading them towards this side.
Guzlen's face was filled with an unstoppable smile. Winning two victories in one day definitely boosted the morale of the entire army.
"What a pity. If it were me, I would have wiped out all the Wessex people long ago." Another North leader from Denmark touched the beard on his chin and said nonchalantly.
"Hahaha, maybe you can destroy all the Wessex people on the other side by bragging."
"Summon a storm on land?"
"a ha ha ha."
The North leaders joked and boasted to each other, laughing easily, and glanced at the Wessex military camp on the opposite hill, full of disdain and contempt.
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"Sir, I think the matter is not over yet." However, compared to the relaxed demeanor of Guzlen and the North leaders, Ulf looked much more serious, and even had a little worry in his tone.
"Ulf, relax, we have already won." Guzlen didn't take it seriously either. He only had to look out from the wooden wall for a moment to see clearly that the Norwegian soldiers were overwhelming Wesser. kes people.
In fact, the Wessex people have been retreating in front of the mountain stream in defeat, but the Norwegians don't seem to be enjoying the killing. They stick closely behind the Wessex people, constantly cutting down the Wessex people who can't escape. land.
The Norwegian attack was like an arrow, and the Norwegian leader was like the sharpest tip of the arrow, even penetrating into the middle of the Wessex army. In this situation, it was like the Norwegians were pushing Wessex. The man seemed to be walking.
In this case, anyone would think that the Norwegians would definitely win.
"I think the retreat horn should be sounded immediately and the Norwegians should be ordered to withdraw." Ulf frowned slightly and suggested to Guzlen.
"Retreat, are you crazy?" However, when Ulf finished his words, he immediately aroused the dissatisfaction of the other North leaders. It was really not in line with the customs of the North people to give up suddenly when the victory was visible to the naked eye.
What's more, even if the retreat horn is sounded now, it is impossible for the red-eyed Norwegians to obey the order, give up the victory that is within reach, and take the initiative to return to the mountain stream.
"Ulf, are you worried about an ambush by the Wessex people?" After hearing what Ulf said, Guzlen's face became calm and he turned his sights to the battlefield.
However, Guzlen soon shook his head and felt that this worry was unnecessary.
No one would use such an elite force as bait to attract opponents. After all, in this era, to form an elite force requires consuming a lot of materials and wealth, which is simply impossible.
"Unless Alfred is crazy." The North leader on the side sneered, looked at the other people around him, and said with a smile.
"Perhaps, he is really crazy." Ulf frowned but did not relax. He could not overthink this king with a strong mind, who led the Wessex people and finally defeated the Vikings. .
"Haha, that's even better. Against a mad king, victory shouldn't come too easily." The other North leaders couldn't help laughing, thinking that Ulf was joking.
"I..." Ulf shook his head slightly and was about to speak, but suddenly he took back half of his words and turned to look at the battlefield outside the wooden wall.
"What's wrong?" Guzlen asked curiously when he saw something unusual about Ulf.
"Listen, what is this sound?" Ulf's heart trembled violently, pointing in the direction of the battlefield, and said to everyone.
"Ugh, is the tide high?" The North leaders also heard the unusual sound, and came to the wooden wall one after another, sticking their heads out and looking around.
The roar came from a distance.
It's like a raging tide, coming here, but it's still far away from the coastline.
"No, it's the cavalry." Ulf's eyes narrowed and he shouted to everyone.
"Cavalry?" Guzlen and the North leaders couldn't help but look at each other.
