The Norwegian leader's cloak was torn, and his body was stained with the blood of his companions and enemies. The ax in his hand had been sharpened, but he did not give up because of this.
However, when the Norwegian leader looked up, a feeling of despair spread uncontrollably in his heart.
When the Wessex cavalry charged over, the Norwegian soldiers used their round shields to form a shield wall and resisted the first wave of charges. However, the Wessex cavalry who rushed in one after another quickly fell behind the shield. A hole was torn in the wall.
This gap was like an earthen dam about to burst. The Wessex cavalry, including men and horses, crashed in, causing the shield wall to fall into pieces. The Norwegian warriors behind the shield wall were forced to go their own way. In order to fight, they fell into a melee.
The Norwegian leader attempted to lead his men to break out of the encirclement and find a way out. Otherwise, when the defeated Wessex infantry regrouped, they would have no chance of survival.
However, now the Wessex cavalry surrounded the entire Norwegians and surrounded them. As the horses neighed, they looked at the opportunity with the sharp spears in their hands and stabbed at the lone Norwegians. The tip of the spear hit the ax in his hand. On the bodies of the Norwegian soldiers, the spears used the force of the charge to instantly leave a bloody hole in their bodies.
"Wow." The Norwegian leader saw his men being killed one by one like prey. He was immediately furious. He aimed the ax in his hand at a cavalryman who was flying by and threw it with all his strength.
The ax made a piercing sound and hit the Wessex cavalry. The cavalry screamed and fell from the galloping horse. Because the cavalry's ankles were still hanging on the stirrups, the body was dragged along the ground by the frightened horse. .
"Huh." The Norwegian leader exhaled a breath of bad breath in his chest, but just killing one cavalry did not relieve the crisis they were facing. Looking around, the Norwegians were isolated and helpless. Not far away, the Wessex soldiers were routed and were being commanded by Evan. Below, regrouping.
"Glachi." Suddenly, a high-pitched roar came from the right side of the Norwegian leader. Following the voice, the Norwegian leader panned over and saw a knight wearing an iron helmet and a full body of chainmail. Lifting the reins of the war horse under his crotch, the horse neighed and almost stood up.
I saw the knight holding a sharp and straight spear and wearing a red cloak. When the front hoof of the war horse fell, it was like an arrow missing from the string. He charged towards the Norwegian leader and sprayed in the nose of the war horse. Exhaling hot air, his four hooves stepped heavily on the ground, digging up the muddy soil and grass.
"Whoa, ah, ah." Facing the charging Wessex knight, the Norwegian leader showed no fear. Instead, he faced the direction in which the opponent was charging, opened his arms and let out a roar like a wild beast, and the Norwegian leader There was no weapon in his hand except a round shield.
At this time, the Wessex knight who rushed towards the Norwegian leader stared at his opponent from under his helmet. His body was almost completely attached to the horse's back, and the spear in his hand was stretched forward as far as possible.
"Oooo."
As the horse jolted, the Wessex knight felt that the spear in his hand was shaking desperately, as if he was afraid and trembling in the face of the wild Vikings.
"Boom~."
"Grey Law~~."
At the moment when the knight rode his horse and sprinted towards the Norwegian leader, the brave and powerful Norwegian leader dwarfed and raised the buckler in his hand. The tip of the spear hit the front of the buckler and immediately shattered, and the buckler broke away. In the hands of the Norwegian chieftain.
But the next moment, to everyone's surprise, the Norwegian leader actually grabbed the spear and used the speed of the horse to pull the Wessex knight directly off the horse.
"Oh." The Wessex knight was wearing fine chainmail, but falling off his horse still left him in a state of disrepair.
But the Norwegian leader did not give the knight a chance to get up. He rushed forward and ignored him. His hands were bruised by the spear body, and he immediately rode on the knight's body, killing the unlucky Wessex knight. Pressed down.
"Get away, heretic." The knight panicked and tried desperately to throw the burly Viking away from him, but it was useless. The chain armor on his body made a rattling sound.
"Oh woo hoo." The Norwegian leader's face was already stained with blood at this time, and his eyes turned red due to anger. He grabbed the Viking buckler beside him that was broken into half and pointed it at Weese. The knight's head was raised high.
"Oh no, my lord~~." The Wessex knight immediately realized something and waved his hands in an attempt to resist the coming terrible fate.
"Ping~~."
"Ah~~."
However, just like Ragnarok, no one can resist his fate.
The Norwegian leader raised half of the Viking buckler in his hand and smashed it at the Wessex knight, breaking the knight's wrist bones and shattering the knight's throat. However, the Norwegian leader did not stop there and continued to smash it with all his strength. Going down, blood spurted out from the knight's mouth.
Sharp gas was emitted from the damaged throat. The knight's eyes widened, as if he didn't believe his fate. He was actually killed by a barbaric Viking with his shield.
The Norwegian leader did not stop until he smashed the knight's face into a lake of bright red pulp. His nasal cavity had already become dull due to smelling too much blood. After killing his opponent, his adrenal glands Su Cai gradually receded, and fatigue quickly settled in my heart.
"Oh wow." The Norwegian leader staggered to his feet, without the control of adrenaline. At this time, he felt his hands were burning with pain. He lowered his head and glanced at Flesh Mold Lake's hands, only to find that his strong hands were trembling slightly. With.
With a sigh, the Norwegian leader subconsciously looked up at the sky, as if asking the gods whether his performance satisfied them and whether his fighting life would qualify him to enter Valhalla.
"Kill ah ah ah~." Just when the Norwegian leader was immersed in the peace of his soul, a cry of killing came from the distance, forcing him to move his sight. He saw only the Wessex cavalry and the Wessex infantry. Together, they came towards the Norwegians in the encirclement, like a gradually tightening noose.
"Odin, I accept my fate." The Norwegian leader took a breath and said softly. Then he bent over and held an iron sword on the ground in his hand. As a Norse warrior, he must not go to Odin without a weapon. .
Just when the Norwegian leader was about to close his eyes and welcome his fate arranged by the gods, a sound of war drums came from the direction of the mountain stream, which surprised him so much that he couldn't help but look back.
In the mountain stream, Ulf led his team and rushed towards the battlefield.
"This is impossible." The Norwegian leader looked surprised and even wiped the corners of his eyes with his wrist to make sure he was not dreaming.
Because he knew very well that at this moment, no one would risk coming to save him, and the Norwegian leader had no complaints about this, because after all, he made a wrong judgment and ignored Ulf's order to retreat. Put yourself and your companions into danger.
"Reinforcements, reinforcements."
"hold onto."
At this time, not only the Norwegian leader, but also the remaining Norwegian warriors saw this scene. With their exhausted and scarred bodies, they raised their axes and pointed in the direction of Ulf and others.
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The appearance of the reinforcements made the remaining desperate Norwegian soldiers cheer. At the same time, the Wessex soldiers who were originally fully engaged in dealing with the Norwegians had to send out people to deal with the attack by Ulf and others.
The cavalry immediately formed an attacking detachment and rushed in the direction of Ulf and others. The sound of horse hooves immediately sounded, and the momentum was unstoppable.
At this time, Ulf and others also saw the cavalry rushing towards them, but Ulf was not panicked and ordered Vargas and others to form a shield wall to deal with the attacking cavalry.
"Grey Law~~."
With the sound of horses neighing, the Wessex cavalry arrived in an instant. The spears raised in their hands had been leveled, ready to attack Ulf and others in the same way as the Norwegians.
However, the next moment, the situation took a turn for the worse.
Ulf stood in the shield wall, squinted his eyes, raised his right hand slightly, and when the cavalry were fifty steps away from him, he waved it down violently.
"Boom~."
"Buzz~~."
The shield wall suddenly opened, and the ax-throwing Norse warriors standing behind the shield wall clenched the flying axes in their hands and threw them at the cavalry with almost no aim.
The flying ax made a sound like a swarm of bees flying through the air, and fell like raindrops among the Wessex cavalry. Suddenly, there were bursts of screams and the whine of the war horses.
The Wessex cavalry on their war horses fell one after another under the attack of the flying axes. After the war horses were hit by the flying axes, they bled profusely and fell miserably, with broken legs and whining bursts.
"Wooooo~~." Ulf saw that the cavalry's offensive was broken down, and the remaining cavalry hesitated, roared without hesitation, dissolved the shield wall, pulled out the ax from his waist, his eyes widened, He led his men and charged towards the cavalry.
"Valhalla~~."
"Odin~~."
Vargas and the others could not hold back for a long time, roaring and charging towards the cavalry. However, the cavalry who were caught off guard lost their speed advantage and were unable to advance or retreat in front of the burly Vikings.
"Wow." Luther picked up the long-handled ax and stepped towards the cavalry. When the cavalry tried to rush past him and escape, Luther raised the long-handled ax in his hand unceremoniously and aimed at it. The cavalry on horseback smashed over, and with just one blow, they could break the opponent's armor and kill him.
"Ah ha." The flying knife in Sigrid's hand could accurately find the weak points of the cavalry with every shot, whether it was the eyes or the throat.
At this moment, the Wessex cavalry tasted fear.
