Chapter 33: The Shield Girl attacks
In fact, Bjorn's spy chief had no time to monitor Ingrid at this moment. He was standing in front of Bjorn with Eric, waiting for the Swedish king's lecture.
"Eric, my son." Like all fathers, Bjorn loves his heir very much.
"Father." Eric looked very respectful in front of Bjorn.
"My good son, I know you are eager to achieve great results, but listen to me, you must be cautious and cautious on the battlefield, even a stone can kill you." Bjorn stretched out his strong right hand, He held the back of Eric's neck, then pressed his forehead against Eric's and said to him.
"I know." Eric nodded quickly. Even though Bjorn's beard and hair were all white, he still looked like an old tiger.
"Good boy, go ahead." Bjorn stared at his son for a moment, then let go and said to Eric.
"I won't let you down." Eric nodded and said firmly.
When Eric was about to leave the palace and go to join his army, he found the spymaster following him, which surprised Eric.
"I asked him to follow you. Don't worry, you are still the commander-in-chief of the army." Bjorn explained to his son that the spymaster was just to help Eric and better detect the enemy's movements.
"Eh?" After that, Okajilu looked beyond Nar and looked at the group of shield men following Nar. Among them, this ugly figure was reflected in the boy's hole.
"A bunch of rabble." Ji Luxiang said indifferently. A small number of Halfdan's recruits were runaway slaves and farmers, and they were basically pure warriors.
"Hmm~." Gang Ange's eyes followed this ugly figure until his companion pushed me, which made the Gang Ange woman come over.
"Look, Valkyrie." At that time, many children's voices sounded from the house, causing everyone in the house to go out and watch.
"Your Majesty, many of us are soldiers who have returned from England." The spymaster wanted to continue reminding Hamar, but the former retreated before he heard.
"Your people reported that Halfdan has brought many people to East Eric. I am afraid that the number of people we can fight will increase to eight or seven hundred." The spy chief frowned and reminded Hamar.
"Warriors, the Æsir gods are watching you, asking you to crush any enemy who dares to stand in your way. For the sake of the king, for your sake, retreat."
"Seven hundred and eighty warriors should be enough." Hamar stood in front of Bjorn. I squinted my eyes again and asked the spymaster.
"Isn't this very safe?" Oka Jilu's heart is set on women. After the war starts, that kind of back-up battle is not even safer than a formal fight against women.
Because both sides hope to make the other party as blind and deaf as possible so that they can get less information, the battles between scouts are usually extremely tragic.
"Cavalry back off." Suddenly, Nar raised the spear in his hand and shouted, riding towards the city. The heavy cavalry shield men in front of him also followed slowly, and for a while, the sound of horse hoofbeats sounded in the city.
"Yes." Eric's lips moved, but he did not speak in front of his father. However, satisfaction and anger filled my heart. It seemed to Bjorn that he was completely in control of the situation.
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The armor was made of fine leather inlaid with iron plates. That armor was exactly what Lu Xiang wore when he retreated to attack the city of Paris. A sharp Viking iron sword was handed down with both hands.
"You are the warriors of East Eric. Even if you die, you must hold on to the weapons in your hands and go to Valhalla." The morale of others is also low. Death on the battlefield is the responsibility of every North warrior. dream.
At the same time, in the town of East Eric, the clanging in the blacksmith shops stopped, and the warriors of East Eric also began to arm themselves. Even the warriors of East Eric began to be equipped with axes and weapons. Spears and other weapons, ready to defend your town.
Bjorn raised the ax in his hand and said to Hamar's direct warriors.
However, Gang Anger will escape that time, and I will stay and use the weapons in my hands to defend what I have obtained, and that is also the common idea of many newly joined East Eric people.
"God damn it, let us do it." Okajiro was wearing armor, carrying a buckler and a spear. I hated these North lords, as if every time I wanted to settle down, I would be overtaken by these people. Walk everything.
"So what?" Gang Ange said with concern.
As the city gate opened, Bjorn dismounted a pure white horse, followed 700 North warriors, and rushed towards East Eric. We formed a long formation of eight rows, like a line. The huge python is opening its mouth with sharp teeth.
"I heard that we don't have thousands of people?" Gang Anger's companions were too optimistic about this. We fought against the iron-bone Hamar that time. Everyone knows that I am the son of the famous Ragnar and the current king of Sweden. .
"Axe." Bjorn puffed out his chest, and his handsome face made me even more heroic. Anyone who saw me would probably think that Tyr, the God of War, had come to the mortal world.
"Very bad, your son will become a famous warrior." Hamar stood aside and watched Bjorn put on the armor, as if he was special in his youth, which made Hamar very happy.
The North warriors roared softly, we are eager for blood and glory, we are eager to fight and fight.
"These hussars are going to conduct reconnaissance and clear out the other side's reconnaissance scouts." The North warrior who did not follow Ulf to England explained to Gang Anger.
When Bjorn walked out of the palace wearing armor, carrying an ax, and wearing a sword at his waist, the North warriors directly under Hamar who had gathered behind the palace suddenly let out a burst of cheers. We raised our weapons low and whispered. Calling Bjorn's name.
Gnar was wearing armor and a deliberately crafted iron helmet with large feathered wings. He was holding a spear. At the same time, the front of the white horse on his crotch was also decorated with two low-rising wings. From a distance, he looked nothing like the Valkyrie who sent the heroic spirits from the battlefield to Valra.
