Theodosius opened his eyes, the sun was still hanging in the sky, the sun pierced his eyes, and he was awakened by the sound of shouts echoing in his ears, he was still in the battlefield, his body was so sore that he could not move for the time being, and he remembered what had happened.

On the grassland outside the camp were the running northern warriors, and the sonic shouts of the earth shook the sword and shield soldiers of the Third Legion with an aura of fear, and no one was spared from the onslaught of the Viking warriors.

"Hold your breath, and when these northerners rush into the trench, we'll shoot the javelins, and the people behind will go and bring me the fire oil bombs!"

Poseros wielded his sword, supervised and commanded behind the crowd, and the Romans were not afraid to fight, even though they were outnumbered.

The Viking warriors came from far and near, the heavy infantry with javelins in the back gasped for heavy breath under such heavy pressure, the pressure of the heart shrinking was heavy, no one knew if they could survive the battle axes of the northerners, and they didn't feel anything when they fought side by side, but when they faced these bloodthirsty berserkers, everyone's hearts were heavy.

When he arrived, Pseros stared at the first Viking and jumped into the trench, and then countless northerners rushed after him, crowding at the gate of the camp, thanking God and Theodosius for his harsh training of us.

The camp was very strong, and the defenses outside were set up according to the standard Eastern Empire marching guidelines, and now they only needed to meet the enemy at the front of the camp gate.

"Projection!"

Hundreds of heavy javelins flew out, and although the Viking warriors were all dressed in the fine steel armor issued by the Empire, the sharp heavy javelins still pierced the breastplates of the warriors, and a few unlucky ones were shot in the head and died instantly.

Although some of them were pierced by javelins, the armor created by the imperial master for the emperor's Varangian guards still resisted the huge impact, and those who were shot were brought down by the thick javelins, and the fractures of muscles and arms were trivial.

"Fire oil bomb!"

Several clay pots in the sky flew out in a parabola, and the knowledgeable northerner suddenly turned colorless, pushed away his comrades around him, and hid to the side, and the oil splashed from the exploding clay pots ignited the three Viking warriors who could not dodge, and at once they burned them to pitch black, and the terrible screams echoed in front of the barracks.

Riddle looked at the camp from afar, and to his surprise, the resistance was very resolute, and the abundant supplies inside were naturally used by experienced commanders.

He used fire bombs to attack the Third Legion, and they responded in the same way, when the temporary commander of Varangi turned his head to look at him.

"My lord, I want to withdraw our men first, the heroic northern samurai are not afraid of death, but they must not be buried in front of the enemy's trench in such a senseless way, the enemy's forces are relatively weak, I suggest that you can attack from the flanks at the same time."

Riddle thought for a moment and agreed, the current group of northerners had only temporarily lost their commander, and until Alexei was officially installed as the new emperor, they still needed to let these soldiers who were kept in the dark continue to attack their comrades until they fell deeper and deeper into the rebellion.

Theodosius, who had come to his senses, asked his soldiers to pick himself up, and watched from afar as Riddle's army on the other side of the camp had broken up and made their way to the other side of the camp.

"Crossbowman come with me!" Theodosius knew he had to stop Riddle's attack here, and as long as he could maintain his presence in Lalisha, Riddle couldn't ignore him, and as long as time allowed, he would be able to wait for reinforcements.

The large battalions on the flanks had no gates, and the outside of the barracks were full of trenches and horses, and in such an open area, they could use the advantage of crossbow arrows to kill and wound a large number of rebels.

Theodosius' crossbowmen were already lined up in three columns, the front and rear two rows of soldiers loaded with crossbows, and from the sight of the crossbows, they measured the time the enemy had entered the firing range.

This time, Theodosius's leadership brought the crossbowmen back to their former composure, they were the elite of the town country that had defeated the Bulgarians, and they were so frightened by the northerners that they were so frightened that they simply lost the face of the Third Legion.

Hula is a sea of red, and the Varangian Guards choose to open a breakthrough from here, their years of experience in battle formations tell them that this force cannot compete with them in terms of strength, so they should break through more.

Near, near, Theodosius crouched behind the camp and silently counted the steps of the northerners approaching, and in his sharp sight he could see the shining light of the battle axes in the hands of the Viking warriors, and three hundred meters.

When there were only one hundred and fifty meters left, Theodosius's keen sense of smell on the battlefield told him that it was time, and the Varangian Guard soldiers had expended a lot of physical energy in the long runs, and their speed had slowed down, and it was okay!

"Shoot!"

Theodosius's roar came out, a line of people stood up behind the barracks, and the "whoosh" arrow strings sounded, and there was no such thing as a false shot, and the crossbowmen of the Third Legion, who had recovered their original level, showed something unusual, and dozens of northerners fell to the ground with arrows in their bodies.

The second row rose again, and the Viking warriors were blinded by a continuous rain of arrows, and this time the crossbowmen showed great skill, unlike the previous panicked shooting.

The fallen northerners did not die, but they were all injured in the waist and legs, and the comrades behind could not see death without help, so they reached out to pull, and then screamed and fell to the ground with arrows, and three waves of crossbowmen fired, one after the other, and never stopped.

"It can't go on like this! Let the flankers come back! "Riddle had a black face, he actually failed, he used tens of thousands of troops, but he had no cavalry and crossbowmen to contend with the opponent.

"Rush out with me!" Theodosius lost no time in attacking, and it was a golden opportunity for him, and the defeated northerners did not have time to take the wounded, they still lay on the ground and wailed, he needed to be captured.

The crossbowmen toppled a barracks and rushed down the trench, and the ground was littered with Viking warriors who had been wounded and had no time to escape, many of them carrying a bolt or two, which were not lethal but limited their mobility.

"Surrender and wait for ransom! Or die here! Theodosius stood on top of the high camp and looked down on the defeated soldiers, and they threw down their tomahawks and swords in despair, and obediently restrained them.

"Tie them up and bring them back to the camp, I'll be useful!" Theodosius commanded his men to bring the losers of the northerners into the stronghold, and now he had a chance to inquire about the situation in the city.

"Riddle, what I want to see is a big win! Now we're giving away hundreds of captives for nothing, and that's not a good thing! Alexei looked at Riddle with a bad look and angrily criticized Riddle.

"My lord, they can't do anything, with those forces alone, Theodosius can't do anything, he can only stay in his camp honestly! We have enough troops to kill him! ”

Riddle's calm words reassured Alexei, who was disturbed that the Varangian Guard had lost its commander and had to find a way to bring Harald in.