The crows of crows seemed to linger in my ears for a long time and refused to leave, the heavy breathing echoed, and the harsh sound of the friction of soldiers and armors immersed people in it like ocean waves.
Sweat dripped down the helmet into Ulf's eyes, and a sore and aching pain hit him, but Ulf didn't have time to raise his hand to wipe it. He looked ahead in the crowd, in the gap between the crowds of people. During this time, the contradictions of the Wessex people loomed.
"Kill~~."
"Ho~~."
Ulf's position was on the left wing. He led his warriors into the battle. It was impossible to see the overall situation here. Even a warrior as powerful as Ulf could only follow the large flow of people and instinctively attack forward.
"Bow and arrow."
Suddenly, Ulf heard the faint commands from the Wessex people coming from mid-air.
"Shield wall."
Ulf frowned slightly, raised his head and shouted loudly at the top of his voice.
In this battlefield, in battles where tribes are united, orders can only be conveyed by the loud voices of the leaders. Therefore, most of the war leaders have extremely loud voices. Even Ulf, who has always been silent, unknowingly, He also became a gruff person.
"Hoo~."
And Ulf's order was conveyed to the ears of his soldiers extremely quickly. Everyone who heard the order immediately raised their round shields, forming an airtight shield wall.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh~~."
The arrows hit the buckler like raindrops. Although some sharp arrows penetrated the shield, only the tip was exposed a little, which could not cause harm to the North warrior behind the buckler.
“Don’t hold back, move forward, push.”
Ulf's face was solemn. He kept observing the enemies and terrain ahead from the gaps in the shield wall, and ordered his soldiers to slowly advance towards the enemy while holding up their heavy round shields.
At this time, in front of Ulf and others was a gentle slope. The Wessex people used shields and spears on the top of the gentle slope to form an airtight and contradictory formation. Arrows continued to miss from behind the spear wall. , shooting high into the sky and then falling downwards, trying to kill the North warriors in this way.
Although the shield walls of the North warriors were equally tight, some arrows would still be shot through the gaps and hit the unlucky North warriors. However, this could not stop Ulf and others from moving forward.
However, Alfred also seemed to understand that the effect of missing arrows on the Vikings who used shield walls was extremely limited, and he just wanted to use the missing arrows to slow down the advancement of the Vikings as much as possible. If the Kyoto's shield wall moves slightly slowly, the entire front line that was originally moving forward will gradually begin to bend and deform, and flaws may be exposed.
"Stay in formation and don't panic."
Guzlen and other leaders are also very aware of the opponent's plan. These war leaders try their best to maintain the formation in their own teams. In fact, what tests the leaders now is not their combat effectiveness, but their personal charm and prestige. That is to let them These many Norse warriors attacked simultaneously on the rugged terrain.
"Lord, please give us strength."
Alfred's face was as sinking as water. He was riding a horse, watching the Vikings coming towards him like a tide, and praying silently in his heart.
"Boom~~."
Suddenly, there was a fierce collision from the east. The Viking formation there first collided with the Wessex spear wall. Countless shields collided with each other, making a sound like spring thunder. generally.
It was like a sledgehammer, hitting the hearts of the leader of North, who was commanding the battle, and the generals of Wessex at the same time.
"here we go."
The generals on both sides suddenly thought of this word, and their tense moods unexpectedly relaxed.
"Kill, kill them."
Soldiers from both sides roared across the shield wall. Their faces turned red, veins popped out on their necks, their hands clenched their weapons, and their bodies pressed against the shields, trying to use their shields to push each other out of the gap.
"Damn Alfred, you learn so fast."
Ulf was almost suffocated in the crowd, but his mind was extremely clear. The Wessex people did not have this kind of tactics before. It was obvious that Alfred had lost to the Vikings every time. , will actively learn from combat experience and transform their own army.
For Ulf, opponents like Alfred were the most terrifying. Ulf knew very well that the Vikings' military advantages lay in wall shields, warships and axes. At the beginning, the Wessex people were not familiar with them. Under such circumstances, it will be easily defeated, but when the opponent gradually becomes familiar with this tactic, the Wessex people will find ways to restrain and imitate it.
"Pfft~~."
Soon, the soldiers in front of the shield wall began to suffer casualties. The Wessex people used the spears in their hands to thrust in through the gaps as much as possible, and the sharp spear points cut the North warriors.
"Ulf, think of a way."
Vargos's voice sounded from the other side of Ulf. Ulf followed the sound and looked over, only to see that Vargas was also squeezed into the crowd and could hardly move. They were now like two walls squeezing each other. like in the middle of the wall.
"Thrower, get up there."
Ulf raised his head, took a deep breath, and ordered loudly.
Under Ulf's order, the lightly-armed warriors carrying javelins and throwing axes stepped on the legs and shoulders of their companions, climbed onto the pile of people, raised their javelins and throwing axes, and aimed at Wessex Above the wall of human spears, they were thrown violently.
The javelins and throwing axes made a terrifying sound of breaking through the air, immediately causing a sound of broken bones and human roars of pain behind the spear wall, and the spear wall began to loosen.
"Steady, steady, ah~~."
Seeing this situation, the Wessex generals also hurriedly tried to stabilize the crumbling spear wall, but the Vikings' javelins and throwing axes flew towards them as if they had opened their eyes, and some generals were The javelin pierced the thigh, and the screams caused the front to shake.
"attack."
Ulf keenly observed this scene, he used all his strength to push forward violently, and ordered at the same time.
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"Roar~~." The North soldiers had experienced hundreds of battles, and they knew that this was the best time to defeat the enemy, so they fought hard towards the gap.
"Ping~~."
A hole was immediately torn open in the Wessex people's impenetrable spear wall. The Wessex soldiers defending this place fell one after another under the axes of the North warriors, and the North warriors were like a flood, Crush this wall of spears.
"call."
Ulf followed the soldiers and rushed into the spear wall. The open space here finally allowed him to take a breath. The fresh air filled his lungs, which refreshed him and looked around.
Soon, Ulf's eyes narrowed slightly, he lifted the ax in his hand, and lifted up the warhammer on his back, because although they rushed into the enemy's position, the cunning Alf Reid, however, was behind the first wall of spears and quickly formed a second direction, with more Wessex troops pouring in this direction.
"Reserve Army."
Ulf spat fiercely on the ground. Unexpectedly, Alfred turned out to be self-taught and learned to leave a mobile reserve army. This army could quickly resist the breakthrough troops. To prevent the entire Wessex line from collapsing because one point was breached.
"Kill these bastards." Vargas' furious voice sounded. He raised the ax and buckler in his hand, and rushed towards the elite Wessex army with his head held high without fear. Many North warriors They also rushed up together.
"Luthor, follow Vargas." Seeing this situation, Ulf did not dare to relax and immediately looked around, only to see Luther roaring like crazy, waving the heavy long-handled battle ax in his hand, threatening The Wessex men were slaughtered in all directions, and the ax struck the Wessex men, immediately bringing up blood and flesh.
As a berserker, being caught up in such a bloody fight made Luther barely hear Ulf's orders in the noisy battlefield, which made Ulf frown.
"Damn it." Ulf had no choice but to carry his war hammer and follow Vargas with his ax, fearing that his best friend would fall into the enemy's trap due to his temporary anger.
At this time, a group of crows were hovering in the sky, their red eyes looking down.
The sound of killing was loud across the plain, and the two fronts that were originally distinct were now mixed together, like two rivers converging, slapping each other and merging until they were indistinguishable from each other.
"Gudu." Ulf's face was covered in blood, most of which belonged to Wessex men who had been killed by battle axes. He was holding a battle hammer, and the battle ax he was used to using had already been damaged by constant slashing. Killed and lost on the battlefield.
"Why are there so many of them?" It was Vargas who was back to back with Ulf. They had been charging into the Wessex army. Unknowingly, there were fewer and fewer people around them, and finally it seemed Only the two of them were left.
Everything around them was so noisy, heavy breathing filled the surroundings, the Vikings and Wessexans were fighting each other, their movements gradually slowed down due to exhaustion, and only the looks of hatred towards each other remained.
"Wow~~."
At this time, there was a shout from the left, and new Wessex soldiers rushed over, holding up their shields and spears.
"Ping~~."
Ulf's eyes widened with anger, he raised the war hammer in his hand and pointed it at a Wessex soldier who was close to him, and struck it hard. The heavy war hammer hit the shield, immediately knocking out several cracks in the shield. The soldier hiding behind the shield let out a miserable howl.
The next moment, brain matter burst out and spattered.
“If you are not afraid of death, come here and I will send you to your God.”
Ulf was also furious at this moment. There were bursts of horse hoofbeats in his ears, causing him to look back.
I saw a Wessex heavy cavalry emerging from behind the Viking line. These cavalrymen, carrying various noble flags, were rushing towards their sides and rear.
"Sure enough, he hid a cavalry force." Ulf's eyes narrowed. Alfred's tactical arrangement was exactly what he expected, but he didn't expect that the opponent's infantry was so tenacious and actually carried the Vikings. A full-scale human attack.
"Ahhhhh~~."
Suddenly, Ulf felt his eyes were dry, and he couldn't help but raise his hands to rub them. At this moment, there was a shout, and a young-faced Wessex soldier was seen holding up his hands. The spear rushed towards Ulf.
