The reeds swayed gently with the breeze. Luther lurked among the reeds, his eyes staring into the distance, and the cries of circling ravens could be heard in the sky.
Suddenly, the sound of clashing weapons and the sound of fighting came from not far away. When Luther heard this, not only did he not get nervous, but he smiled.
"Attack and drive these Viking barbarians completely out of the swamp." The Wessex noble who commanded the army was overjoyed when he saw the Vikings retreating steadily. He had just recently led his men to join Alfred. The local nobleman, who had long been angered by the atrocities of the Vikings and eager to make meritorious deeds, made him forget his surroundings.
"Back off, back off." At this time, the raiding team led by Vargas seemed to be under severe attack as they continued to retreat. The originally tight shield wall seemed loose, like a shield full of loopholes. Net-like.
"Retreat." Finally, the Vikings in the shield wall dropped their round shields, turned around and fled towards the reed marsh.
"They failed, thank the Lord." Looking at the Vikings who had dropped their bucklers, the Wessex noble felt that he saw the dawn of victory. He immediately rushed forward, and the elite troops who followed him also Follow the past in a hurry.
Vargas led these defeated North warriors to a relatively dry open space in the middle of the reed marsh. After running here, they stopped escaping and instead turned around to face the swarming Wesek. Sri Lankan soldiers.
"Kill them." The Wessex noble did not have any doubts. He just thought that this group of Vikings had been chased and had no choice but to stay and fight to the death.
Not only were the Wessex nobles not cautious at all, but they felt that they were lucky enough today. They could wipe out this Viking raiding party. They imagined that when they returned to their stronghold with loot and prisoners, people would rush at him. The scene of cheers, and the sense of honor when Alfred gave himself the praise.
"Valhalla."
Vargas looked at the approaching Wessex soldiers without any fear at this time. He stood at the front of the team with an ax in his hand, his eyes swept over the panting North warriors, and shouted Valhalla. The name is used to remind and encourage them that they must fight to the death, because above the sky, Odin and the gods are watching them.
"Valhalla~~."
The Norse warriors heard Vargas' call and immediately raised their weapons in response to their leader. They threw away the heavy bucklers in their hands, bent their knees slightly, and tightened their muscles, as if they were ready to pounce at any time. A pack of wolves hunting for prey.
With a collision, the men and horses on both sides were entangled in a fierce battle. The muddy ground could not stop the Wessex soldiers and the North soldiers from fighting. Some of them even hugged each other after sliding to the ground. He rolled up, strangled his neck with his hands, and stabbed his opponent into the body with the knife he carried. qδ
"Woooooooooo~~." Just as the two men were fighting fiercely, a low horn horn sound came from the reeds. The sound was like the devil's whisper coming from hell.
"Oh oh oh~~." Luther, who couldn't hold himself back for a long time, picked up his long-handled ax and rushed out of the reeds. His tall body was like an iron tower. Anyone who dared to stand in front of him would be killed. They would all be so frightened that they could not move.
Other Norse warriors hiding in the ambush point also roared ferociously, holding shields and axes, and attacked from the flanks. Their appearance caught the Wessex army off guard.
"A trap, this is a trap." The Wessex noble raised his eyes and looked around. He heard the sound of fighting coming from the flanks, and saw his own people being chopped down everywhere. He was stunned for a moment. Unable to see clearly his surroundings, he hastily concluded that he was surrounded.
"Retreat, retreat."
It is easy for people to give wrong orders in panic, and this Wessex nobleman with too little combat experience was frightened by the North warriors at this moment. He hurriedly led his henchmen to rush over the way they came, trying to Get away from here.
The commander's escape quickly spread like a plague to the surrounding Wessex soldiers. They looked at the retreating Wessex nobles with their mouths open, and soon lost their fighting spirit, and they all seemed to have lost their fighting spirit.
With his head spinning, he began to run away in all directions.
In fact, the number of Wessex soldiers in this group far exceeded Vargas and Luther, but the unexpected flank attack actually caused the morale of the Wessex soldiers to collapse.
A jaw-dropping scene happened. The Wessex people who had just been chasing the Vikings were now being chased from behind by a raiding party led by Vargas and Luther.
"Oh oh oh~~." Luther revealed his nature as a berserker at this moment. He swung the heavy long-handled ax in his hand and knocked down the Wessex soldiers who were evading. The ax was covered with minced meat and blood.
At this time, the Wessex noble was frustrated. He had already seen victory waving to him, but in the blink of an eye, victory slipped away from his fingers, and now he could only taste the bitter fruit.
"Boom~~." Just when Wessex was dejected, a burst of noisy footsteps suddenly came to his ears, making him feel surprised and raised his head.
At this time, a Wessex army emerged from the swamp, led by King Alfred. He was wearing a piece of fine and bright fish scale armor, with a sharp sword on his waist, and his eyes were fixed on him. He was standing in front of him, with a brown horse riding on his crotch.
"Your Majesty?" The Wessex noble didn't expect that Alfred would lead the army in person. He couldn't believe his eyes, but in the blink of an eye, Alfred led the army in front of him.
"Gather your men and go to the back." Alfred frowned slightly, tightened the reins of the mount under his crotch, and said to the Wessex noble.
"Oh, yes." The Wessex noble nodded quickly and came to his senses. The arrival of the king gave him an instant backbone.
Just as the Wessex nobles tried their best to restrain their defeated troops and led them away from the wings of Alfred's troops who were lining up, at the same time, Vargas and Luther's assault team also came to the opposite side.
"Huh?" Vargas's face and body were covered with splatters of blood, but most of them belonged to the enemy. When he saw a neatly dressed Wessex army appearing in front of him, he couldn't help but be stunned.
I saw Alfred's sergeants armed with pointed shields and spears, lined up three levels in front, like a thick wall, blocking the pursuit route, while the light infantry holding javelins and bows and arrows behind were concentrating. Waiting for orders.
