The moist autumn wind ripples in the cold mist like vibrating cicada wings, and with the coolness comes the fierce Danish army like ice wolves. At this moment, most of the English were still asleep, and the blow of the enemy suddenly came.

York's Old Fort was originally a Norman wooden fort with mounds and moats, and this piled up hilly structure was not suitable for heavy stone buildings, so the craftsmen of the Earl of Northumbria demolished the original building, bulldozed the round mound, and rebuilt the stone walls and towers on its old site, in order to maintain the superiority of the fortress, the Northumbrians dug the surrounding moat deeper, and the ditch that was originally protected by spiked wooden stakes also introduced water from the Uth River to form a wide moat.

From the outside, the new stone fort is already a rare wonder of the North, surpassing in some ways even the Norman church built by Edward the Confessor, not to mention the defensive innovations brought about by the special design of the interior such as the hidden mountains. The Danish attack began with the sound of horns piercing the morning light, and then the barking of hounds rang out on all sides, and the sturdy oak sail racks and ash spears reinforced on them spread under the stone walls of York, and the Danes pounced on them in numerous siege echelons, carrying their weapons and weapons.

King Sven's order was very clear, all Danes must move forward in turn, without crowding, lest they become a mess in the mud, hold each other back, and become targets for the enemy. In the eyes of the onlookers, the siege army was like dozens of spears piercing into the walls of York from all directions, but for those warriors who were in battle, there was only blood and chaos around them, and the roars and clashing of weapons disappeared, and only the terrible expressions on their faces and the fear of the battle remained in the hearts of those who lived and died.

The Danes' heavy spears and shields of all kinds soon touched the solid stone walls, the high ladders were also erected on the city walls, the iron spears and javelins falling from the sky continued to inflict all kinds of terrible wounds in the flow of people, the sound of skulls shattering was enough to attract the crows in the sky, these death-loving birds would hover here after the war, pecking at the blue and green eyeballs and picking the long golden hair, which seemed to be the natural arrangement, after the war, humans collected metal, birds collected flesh.

The Northumbrians, though a little slow to react, had already rushed to the city, and the barbarians were knocking on the door outside, and they had to greet these guests at sea! Beonos Sein from the Tyne region pulled a blood-stained battle axe from the helmet of his fallen comrade and threw it at the back of the Danes below, but the bloody berserkers continued to climb upward, and the English and Danes fought each other with the same fear and hatred in their hearts, but the effect of the surprise attack was not enough to neutralize the superiority of the defenders, especially after the Northumbrians had gradually organized.

A mass of gray was thrown onto the city, and the English dodged it only to realize that it was not a stone shot by the enemy's stone-throwing stick, and the wet mud wrapped around the object fell instantly, and a large number of buzzing bees flew out of the middle! These honeycombs caused unexpected chaos among the Northumbrian soldiers, and even the most skilled warriors were caught off guard. Taking advantage of this opportunity, the Danes made a fierce assault and soon gained a foothold in the city, constantly throwing their forces into these walls. The psychological blow of King Sven's secret weapon was greater than the actual damage, and the Danes, even if they were also attacked by bees, would not panic as the English, and the city's fortifications, which had been disturbed by the honeycomb throws, began to fall, and the Danes' tomahawks and spears finally pierced the stone walls of York, and it seemed that the fortress would be tamed like an exhausted beast of prey when the internal organs were mixed with blood.

The Count of Northumbria was also aware that the outer walls were falling by this time, and his eyes were full of wildness, but this noble warrior, no matter how brave he was, could not resist the growing number of Danish elites.

"Let it be like this, and at least everyone will say that Volsiov, son of Hughed, Count of Northumbria, died in glory." The Count secretly made up his mind to die generously, but a warrior who was determined to die was like steel infused with magic, and it was impossible to resist it, so two more Danish warriors died under the Earl's sword. Such an unstoppable noble lord may be like Harald the "War Tooth", and only Odin himself can kill him, but the young earl did not die after all, and the guard of the Yorkshire Lord finally saved Vorciov in a pool of blood, and the order to retreat immediately spread throughout the city.

Most of the elite Northumbrian guards were dressed in heavy iron armor, and before they could retreat, they were stabbed by the Danes' spears and stabs, and they were all discarded to the ground with countless delicate weapons that glittered with precious stones, all of which the princes had given themselves by the fireplace, and were now like dust and hidden in blood. Seeing this scene, the Danish princes and warriors all cheered, and each of them committed suicide to the defeated army next to him, cutting his head and shouting wildly.

A long-lost smile appeared on King Sween's face, and the curse of defeat disappeared over his head at this moment, and the Danish crown would be restored to its former glory, hanging over the northern sky along with King Sween's fame. The heads of the enemy fell to the ground like petals rolled from the crown of a tree, and the shield spear of the Danish wolf had conquered the walls of York.

The Lord Lord of York, seeing the Earl of Walsioff's ugly expression, only nodded slightly, and then threw himself back into command, for Lord Sheyard, the Battle of York was far from over. The retreating English quickly entered the interior of the circular castle, but the disorganized soldiers could not immediately engage in battle, but fortunately most of the outer walls were lost, and the inner walls needed far fewer guards. The Sheyard magistrate had consulted William Mallett in London about the design of this concentric castle, and at this time he was familiar with it, and began to launch the first round of counterattacks against the Danes according to the preset plan!

The city's greatest trebuchets were mounted on the inner walls, and these new heavy trebuchets began to shoot large stone projectiles at the Danish army occupying the perimeter, so powerful enough to smash the ancient Babylonian walls far beyond the Danish flesh and blood, so that the enemies who were still celebrating were suddenly attacked, and many of the most elite warriors died in vain.

"Get our men ready to send those bastards to hell." The Yorkshire Mayor's voice was grim and unforgiving, like a blade slicing through snow and ice.

The Danes, unwilling to endure the stone bullets and crossbows, raised their shields and approached the inner walls, the best warriors losing their first courage in the battle to capture the outer walls.

In front of these Viking descendants, the inner walls of York shrouded in fog became more and more eerie.

"What the hell is going on in the city?" As the morning mist lifted, King Sven's joy turned to impatience, but there was no one around him to answer his questions.

After only a breakfast, the Danish rout, who had experienced the power of the ubiquitous slaughter holes and the new defenses, answered the king's question, and God seemed to have played a cruel joke on the Danish king, giving him only a glimpse of victory, and taking it all away.