From the dense forest, knights wearing chainmail and leather armor, holding eagle-shaped shields with family crests in one hand, and holding straight spears in the other hand, slowly swayed amidst the neighing of the horses. Coming towards the Norwegians.
The moment this group of knights appeared, everyone understood that Alfred had actually hidden a cavalry unit in the dense forest at the beginning of the war. Although in terms of number, there were only more than a hundred cavalry. , but it is an absolute new force at this time. Once it is put into the battlefield, it will be like a strong wind rolling down leaves, killing the Norwegians without leaving a single piece of armor.
"Here comes Odin." At this moment, when the North leaders on the wooden wall saw this scene, they were stunned and stunned.
"Let them come back quickly." Guzlen's eyes narrowed, his cheeks were stained with a layer of rose red due to anxiety, and the beard under his chin swayed with the shaking of his head, because Guzlen had already seen that , if the Norwegians do not withdraw into the mountain stream as soon as possible, then this team will be completely defeated.
At the same time, the Norwegian leader also saw the cavalry emerging from the forest, and the brave leader couldn't help but have a look of panic in his eyes.
"Gather up quickly and come back." In an instant, the Norwegian leader judged based on his rich military experience that in the face of such a large number of cavalry charges, the scattered North soldiers would definitely become fish on the board. Only by gathering together, would they be able to fight back. Only by taking advantage of numbers can it be possible to fight against the enemy.
As the Norwegian leader shouted orders on the battlefield and raised his ax high, the Norwegians who were chasing the Wessex soldiers immediately began to raise it with the leader as the center, because the Norwegians knew very well that if this If you run around randomly, you will definitely be killed.
"Hugh~~." Suddenly, from above the heads of the cavalry, an eagle squatting on a forest tree let out a shrill cry, spread its wings, and flew over the heads of everyone.
"Long live Wessex, long live His Majesty Alfred, move forward." The leading Wessex knight glanced at the eagle passing above his head, then withdrew his gaze and stared at the battlefield with a solemn face. Norwegians are gathering from all over.
At this moment, deep in the heart of the knight captain, he was filled with contempt and hatred for the barbaric Vikings. It was this group of worm-like pagans that invaded the British islands from the east coast one after another, ravaging the land, and now the spears and swords of the knights will be washed with the blood of the pagans. Clean this sacred land.
"Grachi~~~." The knight captain leaned forward and kicked the horse's belly hard with his heel. After the horse was stimulated, it instinctively neighed, spread its four hooves, and ran hard forward.
"Roar~~." The Wessex cavalry following the knight captain almost burst out with hot anger in their eyes, and roared from their mouths. The chainmail on their bodies made a splash under the ups and downs of the horses. the sound of.
The horses' hooves trampled the ground, bringing up a roar and dust, and charged straight towards the place where the Norwegians gathered.
the other side
The Norwegian leader stood in the middle of his compatriots, staring coldly at the charging cavalry with amber eyes. His chest was heaving due to the fighting just now. He held a few fingers of the ax handle and opened it. He quickly grasped the rough ax handle tightly, as if he was firmly holding onto the throat of fate.
"Steady." The Norwegian leader stood firmly on the ground, and even raised his chin deliberately, as if he was scorning the Wessex cavalry that was charging over like the ground was shaking.
"Wow~~." Facing the powerful enemy, the Norwegian soldiers, even though they were exhausted, still firmly held the round shields in their hands, used the round shields to form a solid shield wall, and let out bursts of war roars.
The air on the battlefield seemed to be frozen at this moment.
When the Wessex nobles watching the battle on the hill saw the cavalry appearing, they were stunned for a moment, and then shouted in joy. Some even returned directly to their own army, ready to step forward to cooperate with the cavalry to defeat the enemy. A wave of Vikings ate them all.
"My lords, please wait a moment." However, Yin Sak stopped everyone from acting impulsively, because Yin Sak believed that this surprise attack was probably the king's arrangement. If the whole army attacked rashly, it would probably disrupt the king. deployment.
"Then are we just going to watch helplessly?" the nobles said dissatisfiedly, feeling that they had missed out on such a victory.
"Arrange archers." Yin Sak pursed his lips, frowned his stubby brows, and suggested to everyone.
"That's fine." After hearing Yinsak's words, the nobles looked at each other and thought this was a good idea. After all, the risk of fighting the terrifying Vikings face to face was indeed much higher.
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At the same time, differences arose among the Norse people in the mountain stream.
Some people think that they should go out to save people immediately. After all, the Norwegians at this time are compatriots fighting side by side.
However, others believed that the troops should stand still in case the other side still had an ambush.
"You mean to ignore death?" The Norse warriors who suggested going out to rescue waved their strong arms in dissatisfaction and shouted loudly. Most of these Norse warriors came from tribes that were closely related to the Norse.
"This is their choice. It's a really tough battle. The gods are watching it in the sky." Most of the people who objected to leaving were Danes who had problems with the Norwegians. These tribes have been looting each other all year round. Fighting, at this moment, they are even more unwilling to risk going out.
"coward."
"Asshole, say it again, be careful if my ax gets bloody."
The two sides were accusing and yelling at each other across the Guzlen guards who were maintaining order.
"That's enough, shut up." Finally, Guzlen stepped forward angrily and punched the person at the front several times, finally stopping the commotion.
However, both sides still glared at each other with no intention of relaxing at all.
Ulf watched coldly from the side. Under the current situation, he knew that he had to do something. Although it was risky, it might be worth it. Of course, the premise was that he could come back alive.
"Lord Guzrun, you don't have to argue anymore, I will lead my people to rescue people." Thinking of this, Ulf seemed to have made up his mind, and raised his voice a few degrees, and said to Guzrun.
Ulf's clear and steady voice sounded, and the noisy scene suddenly calmed down. Everyone looked at Ulf in surprise, as if they didn't understand why Ulf, who had nothing to do with the Norwegians, Will come forward at this moment.
"Ulf, you?" Even Guzlen looked puzzled, his face full of doubts. Although Guzlen also felt that he should save people, he was more concerned about the Norwegians. If The cost of rescuing people was too high, so Guzlen himself would choose to give up.
"That's it." Ulf nodded slightly, turned and walked towards his companions. There were whispers behind him, including doubts and admiration.
However, Ulf didn't pay any attention to the comments of the people behind him. He just silently took his weapon and adjusted his armor.
"Oh." Heitan obediently dragged his big tail and came to Ulf's feet, raised his huge head and stuck out his tongue.
Ulf raised the corner of his mouth, reached out and patted Heitan's big head, and rubbed it twice, thinking that if he really died in the battle, he didn't know whether his soul would be able to return to his own era.
Shaking his head gently to drive the depressing thoughts out of his mind, Ulf raised his head and his eyes happened to be in contact with Luther, Vargas, Sigrid and others.
"Don't force it." Ulf opened his mouth and whispered to several people, with a trace of guilt in his eyes.
After all, this was an extremely dangerous mission that he initiated on his own initiative, so there was no need to drag his companions into the whirlpool.
"The First Minister of the Ming Dynasty"
"Hmph, I have long disliked those Wessex people. I just want to kill them." Vargas snorted, glanced at Ulf, and took out a whetstone to sharpen it in his hand. Ax blade.
"Oh, you really don't have to." Ulf frowned slightly, and at this moment, he actually felt a little selfish.
"I promised Ange that I will take good care of you." Sigrid crossed her arms, lightly opened her red lips, and said calmly to Ulf.
"The fate of the berserker." Luther's face was very calm, and he simply said, as if he was not facing a large group of cavalry, but just eating and drinking.
"Yes." Ulf nodded thoughtfully, already understanding everyone's thoughts. At this moment, any more words would seem superfluous and pretentious.
"Then let's go."
Finally, Ulf put the ax on his shoulder, patted the black coal at his feet, and said loudly to everyone.
"Wow." Vargas glanced at Luther, Sigrid and others, a smile slipped from the corner of his mouth, he raised his head and let out a Viking war cry in the loudest voice.
"Wow." Ulf and others also responded to Vargas's war cry. Although there were only a few dozen people, their momentum was not weaker than that of hundreds or thousands of people.
The next moment, as the barriers and fences opened in the mountain stream, Ulf led his companions and troops out.
On the wooden wall of the mountain stream, Guzrun and other North leaders were stunned. They probably did not expect that Ulf would actually dare to leave the fortification and go to the fierce battlefield.
At this time, the battlefield where the Norwegians were located became an arena of dust, the neighing of horses and the melody of death.
The Wessex cavalry put the spears in their hands under their arms, like the tip of a sharp sword, and struck towards the Norwegian shield wall.
"Boom~~." The accelerating running horses and the spear points hit the Vikings' round shields, making a loud noise.
"Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa."
"Grey Law~~."
Screams intertwined with the neighing of war horses, hovering above the battlefield.
