At dusk, the Normans, like a fierce pack of lions, launched the fiercest attack on the city of Oslo.

With the covering fire of the heavy naval guns at sea and the close fire of the heavy guns on the road, several gaps began to appear in the already impenetrable earth-covered masonry walls in the eyes of the Normans.

These gaps are seven or eight meters wide and three or four meters narrow, and are unevenly distributed across the southern walls of the city of Oslo, especially at the gates.

In addition to the heavy attack on the southern wall, the Normans also placed a partial division on the east and west sides to attract the attention of the city army.

"Oh no, Lord Earl, the Normans bombarded the walls with a weapon that could shoot lightning, and there have already been several sections of the wall that have been blasted out of seven or eight gaps by this terrible weapon." A soldier hurried up to Count Shkovt and reported back to him.

Hearing the words of his own soldiers, Shkovt looked in the direction of the loud noise, only to see black lightning bolts fired from the Norman formation, smashing into the city wall in an arc trajectory, which originally seemed to him to be very strong, but now it seems that it is just a joke.

To his horror, the Normans, in addition to using this cannon on land, also fired more powerful cannonballs from their cannons on ships.

In the face of such huge shells, the walls of Oslo now seemed useless, like a papyrus, tearing apart.

Since the walls were no longer of any use, Count Shkovt should have made a decision sooner rather than later.

"Don't panic, quickly pass my order, let the soldiers in the city start to set up barricades in the city of Oslo, and since the city walls cannot resist their attack, use the whole city to resist.

Let the soldiers on the southern wall hold on for a little longer, and I will personally lead reinforcements to the rescue! Count Shkovt commanded with a wave of his hand.

It was also a last resort to build barricades in the city, because to do so was to abandon the protection of the strong city walls, and instead rely on the terrain of the streets to fight the enemy hand-to-hand, which was a risky strategy, but so what, the brick-clad city walls had lost their role in protecting the soldiers in the city in the face of this terrible weapon, and abandoning the walls to protect the lives of the soldiers was one of the most correct choices at this time.

After sending away the herald soldiers, Count Shift hurriedly gathered his knights and began to organize soldiers to support the battle in the west of the city.

In a short time, Count Shikovt led fifteen hundred soldiers who had been assembled with great difficulty to support.

These 1,500 soldiers were all the Count of Shkovt could muster in a short time, and although there were still five or six thousand soldiers on the left and right sides of the city wall and other places, it was not easy to gather them, not to mention that there were also traces of the Normans on the east and west sides of the wall, and they did not want to support the southern wall at the risk of being breached on both the east and west walls.

"Soldiers, rush with me!" Count Shkovt took the lead and rushed to the breach in the wall, followed by fifteen hundred soldiers and hundreds of knights, as well as an even larger number of militia units.

Count Shkovt led the Norwegians in a swarm of the breach, trying to disrupt the Normans' formation in order to disrupt the attack, but it was clear that the Normans had prepared for such a situation.

In front of the Normans facing the gap, shields and horses were placed in front of the formation, used to resist the possible counterattack of the Norwegians, and sure enough, the Norwegians were not willing to accept the fall of the city walls, and came to supervise the battle at the risk of being captured, even if the move was doomed to be futile, but also had to be admired.

"Musketeers prepare!"

"Musketeers prepare!"

"200 paces from the enemy...... 150 paces from the enemy...... 100 steps from the enemy, 70 steps from the enemy!"

When the enemy finally arrived at the Norman base after a bloody battle, there were countless soldiers with arquebuses in the front row of the Norman camp, and they were either kneeling on one knee, bent over, or standing upright.

As the Norwegians came within range of the Norman musketeers, their musket companies began to lay their arquebuses flat and aim them at the sprinting Norwegians.

"Ready, shoot!"

The commanders, armed with command knives, shouted loudly, aimed their command knives at the Norwegian line, and commanded fiercely.

With a crackling sound like fried beans, five hundred Normans armed with arquebuses followed the command to pull the trigger and fire the projectiles in the barrels at the charging enemy.

With the Norwegians less than forty paces away from them at this point, the Norman arquebusiers could almost see their opponents' eyes, and they didn't need to take aim at all, they only had to pull the trigger to achieve maximum damage.

The damage inflicted on the dense infantry by five hundred arquebusiers was horrific, and in the blink of an eye nearly six hundred fell, groaning and unable to get up and fight again.

Because of the huge power of large-caliber arquebus projectiles, some arquebuses can even penetrate two enemies with one hit, especially in the case of close-range shooting, and the lethality is extremely amazing.

"Musketeers stand back and reload, all soldiers, plant them for me!" Rodrigo was on the front line, and he commanded the soldiers on his horse.

"Yes!" All the Norman soldiers were encouraged by Rodrigo's presence in the front and replied with a loud voice.

Under the orders of Duke Rodrigo, the Norman knights took the lead, and they directly routed the more than 1,000 soldiers in front of them, who had completely lost the will to fight, and drove them into the city through the gap in the city wall.

They were followed by the Norman hoplites and light infantry, followed by the Norman projectile classes of longbowmen, crossbowmen and arquebusiers.

Using the remnants of these Norwegians, Duke Rodrigo led his army to break through more than a dozen barricades, capturing the southern wall and a third of the city.

At this time, the Norwegian soldiers on the other two walls, hearing the news of the fall of the southern wall and a third of the city, and the death of Count Shkovt, did not want to regain the lost territory, but scrambled to flee backwards.

No matter how brave the Norwegians were, they were a feudal army, and it would be hell to be surprised if they didn't have the confidence to collapse in the face of the death of their commander and the heavy loss of their army.

Once the feudal army formed by personal dependence is killed in battle, no matter how much advantage it has previously occupied, the feudal army will be doomed to defeat after losing its allegiance.

At this time, the Norwegians were faced with this situation, and the Oslo defenders, who had lost the command of Count Shikovt, had become headless flies, and were gradually divided and surrounded by the Norman infantry that arrived later.