The tide of battle changed suddenly, and three thousand well-armed professional soldiers defected, resulting in an unexpectedly large reaction, and Count Felix's right flank was on the verge of collapse in an instant.

Tomahawk cavalry and patrol cavalry protect the flanks, Viking warriors and Viking soldiers form a tough infantry formation in the center, Norse archers and crossbow-wielding militia form a rear formation that provides some ranged attacks, and finally two teams of Field Orders, twenty Knights of the Guard, and Randy himself.

Under the first round of long-range bows and axes, hundreds of conscripts on the right flank lay down, Viking warriors and field orders shouted the name of Yahweh, and the peasants on the right flank were broken like butter cut by a dinner knife, and the Earl Commander next door to Randy was also beheaded by a dozen Viking warriors.

"Shameless dog mongrel! Bastard! Satan's bastard! ”

Count Felix cursed, drew his sword and pointed it straight at the sky, and shouted:

"Everyone! Life and death, glory and wealth, look at today, God bless the brave! ”

In just one sentence, threatening life and death, luring with wealth and wealth, and brainwashing with religion, it can be seen that Count Felix's lip kung fu has also been practiced, and after the roar, hundreds of Viking warriors beside him were also boosted by the incentive effect, and rushed towards the right wing that was close to collapse with a roar......

The whole battlefield was already in chaos, and the cavalry on the left flank finally realized their mistake, turned over and dismounted and formed a small formation with the knights and servants around them, because of the numerical superiority, so they suppressed the left flank again.

In the middle of the road, the main forces of the two sides sacrificed their lives and forgot to die, so that the corpses were piled up in several layers, and the soldiers on both sides fought repeatedly in the sea of corpses and blood, as if they had forgotten everything around them, and only the enemy in front of them was left in their eyes.

On the right flank, the New Nijmegen Army led by Randy completely suppressed the right flank with a posture of crushing all the way.

At the same time, Olaf III's army deployed on the left flank also reflected, cooperating with Randy to advance, seeing the complete collapse of his right flank front, Count Felix rushed over with his last capital, five hundred Viking warriors.

This is also the first time that Randy's department has encountered an enemy that can be regarded as an opponent in this battle, and this time, Randy's department has suffered casualties for the first time.

Although Count Felix's Viking warriors numbered only 500, they were quite capable of fighting, all of them wearing heavy chain armor and armed with battle axes and vulture shields, and their combat ability was a few points stronger than that of Randy's Viking warriors.

The battle axe in the hand of the Viking warrior slashed on the heavy chain mail, and it could only cut a shallow wound, if it was not cut to the fatal position of the neck or head, it would not be painful at all.

However, the double-edged battle axes in the hands of those Viking warriors could easily cut through the chain mail of Randy's department, so that the situation on the right wing stabilized again.

"Damn! What's going on! ”

Randy hesitated and didn't send his general guard to the front, after all, the enemy he faced last time was only about thirty elite soldiers, and the rest were all miscellaneous, but this time he was facing hundreds of elite Viking warriors. If you don't get it right, you will lose a lot, and you may even be cut down by an axe.

"All hands out!"

"Outflank!"

Under Randy's command, the frontal battlefield was left to 600 of the strongest Viking warriors, and the remaining 1,800 Viking soldiers were to clear the surrounding conscripted peasants little by little, detour the flanks and rear, surround the enemy, and squeeze the enemy's range of movement little by little.

The troops were surrounded on all sides, and Count Felix soon realized that the situation was not good.

What to do?

Breakout?

How?

There are enemies all around, and the enemy line is extremely thick, so you can't break through at all!

This is not the era of firearms, everyone plays the straggler front, the army can break through by concentrating firepower, and the army can barely form a circle to support it in the cold weapon battlefield, once this is the case, it will lose its only mobility, and then it will not be far from failure.

Randy didn't give Count Felix time to think, and the Norse archers drew their rockets and whistled to shoot at the Viking warriors trapped in the middle, while the crossbow-wielding militia also aimed at the sky at a forty-five degree angle, walking according to their senses, and shooting at the Viking warriors.

These shots weren't very dense, at most they would only demoralize the enemy and cause skirmish, and the Viking warriors wore horned helmets, all made of iron ore, and were very strong.

"Second team! Get ready to throw axes! Randy chuckled and ordered.

Under the desperate gaze of the Viking warriors, thousands of throwing axes rushed like locusts.

"Raise your shield!!"

Count Felix roared hoarsely, and the defensive power of the dense formation was completely highlighted at this time, and the Viking warriors who were squeezed in the middle only needed to raise their shields and protect the top of their heads, and they could basically defend against 80% of the flying axes.

Despite this, there were still some tricky axes that passed through the gaps between shields and shields, after all, in such a short period of time, the Viking warriors could not do a perfect cooperation anyway, and a few muffled snorts sounded, and I don't know how many Viking warriors were killed because of this.

The assault continued, with both sides attacking with all their might.

By this point, both Oslo and Bergen had gone to the front in person, and the command systems of both sides were completely paralyzed.

It didn't matter to Randy, he had been working alone since the beginning.

Olaf III didn't matter, his command was almost non-existent.

This time, Count Felix was completely passive, but fortunately he appointed a lot of deputy commanders before the war, so that it could barely work on their own.

The battle continues to stalemate......

The tide of battle continues to develop......

The battle is heating up......

The days were short in March, and even more so in Scandinavia, where the sun was setting five or six hours before the start of the battle, and the vast majority of Viking warriors were exhausted after five or six hours of fighting.

Usually when this happens, the commanders on both sides should give the order to retreat.

However, at this time, some things happened to the commanders of both sides.

Olaf III had already killed the red eye, and he was not tired of swinging a wheel axe in his hand for hours, such a physical quality was simply embarrassing.

Count Felix wanted to retreat, but Randy didn't give him a chance at all, and chased after him all the way.

Over time, Count Felix's defenses finally collapsed.

No matter how brave the Viking warriors were, how could they stand the physical strength of fighting for hours on end?

In a short time, more than two hundred Viking warriors had fallen, more than the previous hours of battle combined.

While Randy and Count Felix were fighting, not far away, there was a sudden shout:

"Olaf III is dead! Surrender now! ”

When Olaf III's army, which had long been exhausted, heard the news, except for a small number of Viking warriors who were still holding on, the rest, whether conscripted peasants or professional soldiers, all dropped their weapons and fled like headless flies.

"What? Olaf III is dead? ”

Hearing such a shout, Randy was stunned for a moment, he didn't really feel sorry for his cheap lord, and even wished he was dead.

However, he can die at any time, but he can't die at this time!

Randy pulled out his binoculars and looked ahead......

Olaf III's corpse is certainly invisible, but the collapse of his own army is real.

"Damn it!"

Seeing that he was about to win, but there was such a thing, Randy was almost angry, and he also had a hesitant look on the faces of his subordinates, knowing that if it went on like this, the enemy army was relieved, although his three thousand men and horses could keep themselves safe, but what next?

"Hurry up! Shout with me, and say that Count Felix is dead! Randy whispered to the Knights of the Guard.

"But isn't he dead?" The knight of the guard felt something strange.

"Less nonsense, he's going to die soon, it's not the same if he dies sooner or later!" Randy yelled angrily.

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The two sides fought again for half an hour......

Randy finally fulfilled his promise, and after Count Felix had been held back for a while, he was beheaded by the vicious Viking warriors, who, as is customary, picked up a severed gun from the ground and stuck his head in it.

And the next day, Olaf III's death was officially confirmed.

Therefore, this battle is called by some people as a battle without a winner.

Of course, such a statement is actually not true!

If you think about it carefully, the two most capable candidates for the archduke in Norway not only did not become the archduke, but even took their own lives, and their followers, almost all the nobles in Norway, lost their troops and lost their strength because of this, and those who were unlucky even put their lives into it.

The civilians of Norway also lost nearly 10,000 people directly in this battle!

The loss of these young and middle-aged labor will have a profound impact on their families, and even those who are lucky enough to escape will be frozen and starved, and a number of people will die.

The whole of Norway, from top to bottom, from the nobility to the commoners, was in mourning.

If this war can decide a new Norwegian archduke, then it will be forgotten, it can be said that it is bitter and sweet, but this war has not decided a new Norwegian archduke, which means that the war will continue in the future.

Some people are happy and some are worried, and there is one person who directly stands on the opposite side of the masses of the people.

The man, Randy, was the lord of the new city of New Nijmegen in mainland Norway, the Earl of New Nijmegen, and the newly appointed Prime Minister of Norway by Olaf III.

In this war, he reaped enough booty, plundered many peasants, and because of the mass death of his lords, he gained the right to crown himself as a count.

But here's the catch!

Olaf III was already killed in battle, so how did he appoint Randy as Prime Minister of Norway? Could it be that a message was sent by an angel in heaven?

Randy's own explanation for this is that he had previously sent a letter to the former monarch, promising that if he defected, then he would canonize Randy as the Prime Minister of Norway, the new Earl of Nijmegen, and canonize half of the southern Count Felix's domain, including the city of Oslo, as his hereditary domain.

Of course, all of the above is fake.

However, the person concerned is dead, so the content is up to Randy.

The army stayed on the outskirts of Bergen for several days.

However, the other nobles of Bergen had no intention of opening the gates and letting the army into the city.

The conflict between the two sides has inevitably arisen after Randy himself declared himself to be the prime minister in Olaf III's will, and he wanted to entrust the former lord's domain.

For the time being, Randy still has nothing to do with this group of guys, although Bergen's city is not high, and the pool is not deep, but there are still quite a few soldiers in the army, the previous war was the victory of the Bergen faction, and now there are nearly two thousand professional soldiers gathered in the city, as well as thousands of omens peasant soldiers, such a number cannot be conquered with three thousand soldiers alone, unless Randy has some special props.

It is said that ballistas and catapults can already be used in his territory, but it is necessary to build a projection workshop in advance, and it will take some time to build these siege equipment and recruit engineers.

A month, almost!

After thinking about it like this, Randy stood up violently, raised the wooden wine glass in his hand, and stood up with one foot on the table, the yellow and bubbling ale spilled a little bit inside, and he shouted:

"Tomorrow, we'll go back to New Nijmegen!"

There was a burst of cheers in the barracks, and the Vikings felt that they had looted and killed enough, so they should go back to their lair, rest, and wait for the next expedition, killing, and plundering......

The goal is Bergen!

The goal is to break the city!

After the Breach of the City...... The soldiers said three times, how?

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Three days ago, after the end of the Battle of Bergen, the noise in the dwarven tribal alliance disappeared in an instant, and the dwarves were still waiting for the Norwegians to divide the victory and defeat themselves, and then the alliance with the victors continued to fight in the British Isles plus revenge.

However, looking at it again, the Norwegians' own civil strife does not know how long and what month it will go, how is this good?

When it comes to prowess and armaments, the power of the alliance of dwarven tribes is definitely not inferior to Norway.

But the most important point is that these guys who have dealt with mountain mines all their lives are landlubbers, and they don't know how to swim and ship at all, but the British Isles and Scandinavia are separated by the North Sea, and the dwarves can't use it even if they have great skills, so they can only unite with Norway.

But now the dwarves sadly find that the allies they are looking for are completely gone.

The dwarves were completely panicked, and some of the fellows who liked hindsight lamented, saying, "If we had agreed to Count Felix's request and supported him a little earlier, maybe this fellow would have been able to win, and that would be good......

As a result, a group of dwarven elders who adhered to tradition and did not interfere in the internal affairs of mankind fell into the wilderness amid the shouting and scolding.

The newly appointed Dwarven Elder of the Young Zhuang faction, plus the newly elected Young Dwarven King, decided to pursue a more aggressive foreign strategy:

Support the nobles who are the fastest in Norway and can obtain the position of Grand Duke of Norway, unify Norway as soon as possible, and send troops to the British Isles as soon as possible.

(End of chapter)