Before they could breathe a sigh of relief, the second wave of attacks came again, the screaming sound of breaking the air spread in the blizzard, and the black spots in the sky descended again, but this time with the experience of the first wave, the Scandinavians quickly prepared their defenses, and took out their shields to block their heads, even if they were not used to using shields because they thought that shields would hinder their fighting, and instead of holding a shield in one hand and a weapon in the other, they preferred to rush directly into the crowd, holding the big axe and big sword in both hands and going crazy, and now these shields in their hands are still the support that Sigourney took from the dwarves, a thousand told Siegmund to bring it. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Ding Ding Ding Ding"

The fragile stone dart was easily bounced away, and by the time Siegmund had reached the back of his shield, the gnoll's troops had run to a distance of less than fifty paces, and he quickly threw down his shield, throwing his axe from his waist without looking, and then immediately picked up his weapon again, let out a roar, and went straight up, followed by a group of Scandinavian warriors who moved like him.

The flying axe easily cut the fastest group of gnolls in front of them in half, and before they had a chance to fight back, the roaring humans had already rushed over, wielding weapons heavier than their weight, and rushed into the ranks of jackals several times their own

The terrible wolf howl sounded again, but this time it was more poignant than usual, although the number and size were dominant, but it was the slaughtered side, the Scandinavians who were a little shorter than them, chopping melons and vegetables generally set off a bloody storm among them, and every time they took a step forward, a jackal fell to the ground, and the iron weapon was waved by these berserkers, easily cutting off the weapon in the hand of the jackal, and then breaking the skin, cutting into the muscles, and cutting the bones, until the opponent became a few immobile corpses。

Just the moment of contact, the situation is one-sided, more than two meters tall gnolls have seen the harvest of vegetables in the hands of these Scandinavian warriors, many gnolls have not been able to shoot at all by these experienced, skilled, agile humans killed first, their hair, skin and the leather armor worn on the body have no way to block the other party's attack, often a move is cut in two by the human slash, what makes them even more desperate is that these berserkers on the other side have clear eyes and are flexible, and they have not entered a state of madness at all.

Ten minutes have passed since the two sides began to make contact, and the gnolls have lost half of their troops, and the blood on the ground has turned into blood-colored ice under the cold wind, but the gnolls still have no intention of retreating, and the strong smell of blood continues to stimulate their brains, making them more crazy and wilder, even if they are cut off limbs, broken bones, and pierced hearts, they still slash their weapons at their opponents before they die, but these are just futile struggles.

"Woo woo woo"

The low barking of dogs sounded, drowning out the sound of fighting on the battlefield, and the movements of the gnolls who heard the barking of the dogs were abrupt, but they stopped continuing to charge, their eyes were scarlet, and they quickly retreated with a roar in their mouths, ignoring the wailing wounded on the ground, and finally only the Scandinavians who were covered in blood and cheering were left in the battlefield.

"Sister, win"

The purple-haired girl stood beside Alice, this was the first time she had participated in such a war, the first time she had seen such a cruel and bloody battle, although the sour face in her mouth was pale, but she still insisted on holding on, and when she saw the retreat of the jackals, she couldn't help but turn her head to look at Alice.

In any case, in the eyes of the girl, the berserkers led by Siegmund defeated the hideous-looking gnolls who were several times their number in a head-to-head confrontation, and even reduced the number of opponents by half while only sporadic losses of their own, such a record can be praised by the word "great victory".

But Alice next to her didn't show a smile, she looked at the back of the jackal who was gradually moving away with a solemn face, fell into deep thought, heard Qi'er's voice, and came back to her senses, she shook her head and didn't speak

However, a soldier next to him heard the girl's question and said loudly.

"They've already lost more than half of their casualties, so it's no surprise that they're retreating now, knowing that they're facing our strongest Scandinavian Jeat, and they're facing berserkers that even dragons can kill! ”

And this is exactly what Alice thinks is wrong, most of the armies of this era will start to chaos as long as the casualties are more than two achievements, and those who have not collapsed can already be regarded as the elite of a hundred battles, but those gnolls on the other side, those who are only a little more like intelligent creatures than beasts, do not apply to such a law.

The bestiality in their bodies is greater than their rationality, and they should not run away after being aroused to their ferocity, but should be more crazy, they will continue to attack until they tear all the enemies apart, or they will not stop until they are torn apart by the enemy, and this kind of situation of giving up in the middle of the fight should not appear in those gnolls at all.

Unless......

Before Alice could think about it any further, Fergus next to her suddenly shouted.

"Ready!"

"It's time for us to play!"

He rode a white horse with no variegation, and the chest and head of the white horse were wrapped in leather armor, especially the eyes were wrapped in black cloth, in order to reduce the ease of control of the horse on the battlefield and not be frightened by the cruelty of the battlefield.

The twisted spiral sword pointed to the sky, his waist straight, and behind him, the knights of the Red Branch Knights who followed him had also mounted their mounts, clenching the long sword in their hands, and looked ahead with a grim expression.

The Red Branch Knights, who followed Engels from Ireland to Scandinavia, wore rudimentary leather armor, some of them had no leather armor on their bodies, just some cloth armor, their faces were pale and their hair was black, and even the horses under them were skinny and would die at any time.

Obviously, Fergus and Skaha, who had come all the way from Ireland, and their men were not welcomed by the tribal leaders, who were constantly trying to make trouble for them with small means when Beowulf was wounded and Siegmund was unable to control the whole army, even though they were afraid of Skaha's spear, even though they knew that Skaha and Fergus were no threat to them.

"Pedal Pedal Pedal

The chaotic sound of footwork mixed with the occasional neighing of horses sounded, and the knights led by Fergus began to advance, they drove the rest of their mounts and began to trot, and the cavalry of thousands of men converged into a group, slowly moving towards the battlefield, they were now warming up, slowly increasing their speed, preparing to launch a full-army assault a little closer.