After listening to it for a long time, the rumbling thunder that was getting closer and closer to the horizon covered all the small sounds, I sat up straight unwillingly, biting my lip nervously, and subconsciously knocking on the copper buckle on the horse's reins with my index finger, like an irreversible stopwatch on a time bomb.

We have been lying in ambush on the edge of the swamp for a long time, and there is still no movement in the direction of Porup, it seems that because of the gloomy weather, even the human biological clock has lost its basic ability to tell the time, is Sven ready to give up and continue to escape?

I frowned and swallowed uncomfortably.

Counting the approximate time now, it should already be morning, but the surging dark clouds overhead, wrapped in the damp water vapor from the north, kept churning and changing, and from time to time a purple-red lightning bolt or two was cast on the horizon, but always when people thought that a storm was coming, they retracted their power and honestly regathered.

Everyone knew in their hearts that if this rainstorm fell, all the crops that had not been harvested in the vicinity would rot in the ground, and the farmers must be more worried about the weather than I was.

"There's movement!"

Hans, who was lying on his horse's back playing with his mane, suddenly shouted, startled the horses with a snort, and he carefully tilted his head and listened again, determined the source of the sound, and then said to me in a positive tone: "My lord, it is our army that is attacking. ”

The sound of the golden iron horse came from the direction of the town, mixed with some words blown to pieces by the wind, showing the excitement and anger of the warring parties, the Danish army surrounded in Poloop is said to be as many as 2,000 men, although it is a scattered frightened bird, but when they themselves become turtles in the urn, they will definitely resist desperately, as the saying goes, the dying king bites the most, and the warriors under Yaroslav are under great pressure, because they have to block the entire frontal rushing enemy.

"A warrior can change his weapon, but he can't take his heart!" Meeting on a narrow road is a duel between the brave.

"Shall we strike now?" Hans urged the horse to come to me and asked in a low voice.

I shook my head and tapped the reins of the horse with my fingers again, the rhythmic metal sound seemed to make me feel calm, the more the commander had to stay sober and rational at the moment of the decisive battle, just like two masters of the game, who can not be affected by the mood of the environment, and can observe the essence through the layers of fog to have the last laugh:

"Wait, before the fire arrives, when both sides are fighting to exhaustion, our appearance will be like a divine soldier, completely destroying the Danes' will to resist, and exchanging the smallest casualties for the greatest victory."

"But...... Will our New Guard infantry be able to withstand the final death of the Danes who are fighting the trapped beasts? ”

Hans still had doubts about Yaroslav's ability to fight, and having been with me for a long time, and now that he was a nobleman himself, he inevitably fell into the bad habit of being arrogant and empty-eyed, and looked down on Yaroslav's barbarian origins, and on more than one occasion privately told me how unruly the Lyutich were too close to his fiefdom.

I muttered without speaking, and only after a long silence did I answer him in an unincomprehensible tone: "Who can stop the young samurai from dying?" They can't hear it! ”

Putting aside this Zen infinite verse, I don't know what I said, Hans scratched his head as always, and the battle in the direction of Poloop became more and more intense, as if in response to the anger of Thor, and the sound of Jingo kept coming.

The knights sat or stood quietly waiting, no one squeaked as if they were discussing, not even smiling at each other, everyone's faces were full of sculpture-like numb expressions, and the systematic military training they received since childhood made them not afraid of any strong enemy challenge, but it was difficult to withstand the difficult psychological pressure of waiting for war, and they were nervous and helpless.

Some people nervously tightened their belts, and some people subconsciously fiddled with the long sword, using the murderous aura it reflected to make themselves sober in their hearts.

I looked at these murderous machines hungry for honor, and for the first time I felt why knights were called the most important main fighting force in the Middle Ages, because they were proud, well-trained, and fearless of formidable enemies.

"Hans, come here."

I beckoned to the cavalry commander who was arranging his bridles, and the latter came running at once, as diligent as he had served by his side.

"You take some people around to the direction of our right, and Rollo also takes some people around to the opposite side, I'm always worried that Sven will take advantage of the loophole to escape, so it's better to surround Porump."

Hans took the order, and Rollo also led the thirty or so nobles' attendants to leave after explaining the close attendants around him, and the knights climbed into the saddle one after another smelling the gunpowder of the battle, busy making the final preparations.

I fastened the leather rope of my boots, twisted the reins of my horse in the palm of my hand, pressed the nose guard of my helmet, let out a long breath, looked left and right at the ready, looked at my knight, and drew my long sword and stabbed it straight into the sky:

"The Danes believe in heresy and blasphemy the holy faith, and the warriors of Nijmegen, the sword of God, go and inflict the punishment of Christ on the heads of the blasphemers! God bless Nijmegen! God bless Germany! Come on! Lawfully kill on sight! ”

"God forbid!"

The knights drew their swords together and roared with amazing momentum, I was the first to shoot my horse and charge, and the rest followed, more than four hundred horses stepped on the ground neatly, so that the thunder on the horizon seemed to be eclipsed, and the sprint became faster and faster, I gathered my body into a ball, stretched out my sword straight, the wind passed by my ears, and the panicked flanks of the Danes slowly appeared in my vision, and the despair in their eyes was especially vivid.

The knight rushed into the middle of the incompletely arranged Danes, like boiling water poured into the solidified snow, and instantly dissolved a large expanse of seemingly impregnable ice, and the Danish noble warriors, dressed almost identically equipped as us, were knocked head-on, and then the second and third, who were not afraid of death......

The Danes, who were in a hurry, used their flesh and blood in vain to block the rampaging knights.

So......

Rib fractured......

Broken arm......

The head fell out......

Only the mutilated corpse was still twitching, the crumbling chain mail was stained with black blood rubbed into the mud, and the sound of shouts and shouts merged into a high-pitched battlefield march, urging the horses to sprint harder, the sharp knives tore through the defenseless flanks of the Danes, and the knights at the front had already joined the infantry led by Yaroslav, and victory seemed to be in hand.

It's a pity that the impact of the war horse was slowly defused by more and more enemies, so that the degree slowed down, the blade that penetrated into the enemy formation was blunt, the role was changed, the predator was counterattacked, and became a sad hunter, the Danish soldier's numerical advantage gradually prevailed, and everywhere he saw was the knight who was unable to defeat the four hands with two fists and four hands, and was pulled off the horse by the enemy, they roared and struggled angrily, and then abruptly stopped at the battle axe that slashed into the throat.

"Go around and go around!"

I didn't care about the sword that fell into the crowd, and hysterically shouted to several knights not far away: "Find Sven for me, don't let him run!" ”

But my voice was soon drowned out in the noisier battlefield, and even the knights who had just spoken to him were far away, leaving only the lone horse snorting and neighing in horror, and its body stained with a large patch of blood, I don't know if it was injured or from its hapless owner.

The soldiers in front of them wrestled in a group, they wore the same chain mail, held the same sharp battle axe, and kept the same chic golden length, but they gritted their teeth and wanted to kill each other.

The leek-cutting charge turned into a chaotic and ugly wrestling, with people rolling, groaning, and screaming, and the victor easily took the life of his foe, and then fell to the side with all his might, and was attacked by an opponent who had been watching for a long time, and plunged the heart-slashing knife into his own violently heaving heart.

"Your Excellency, Your Excellency!"

I blinked, finally got rid of the blood on my eyelashes, and vaguely saw a figure riding a horse galloping, and immediately reflexively grabbed the mace hanging on the side of the saddle, until I recognized that the owner of the voice was Rollo, who had copied it from the back, and then I put away my weapon and asked:

"Why are you panicking? You came so slow that you almost let go of the net! ”

"We seem to have Sven's guards, surrounded by knights."

Luo Luo pointed in the direction where he came, where people came and went to see what was not clear, but the shouting and killing was particularly loud, it was estimated that the battle was quite fierce, it must be Sven's guards desperately covering their master's retreat.

"Take me there!"

As soon as I heard Sven's name, I suddenly had the strength, and drove the head of the Danish soldier with two of the arms of the horse and the ape, and the cone-shaped blade of the mace easily pierced through the protection of the iron helmet, leaving a small bloody hole in the heavenly spirit cover, and the wounded Dane staggered, covering the brains gushing out of the top of his head, and finally fell to the ground, with blood flowing from his nostrils and the corners of his eyes.

There were only about two dozen Danish warriors who were besieged, but judging from the equipment, these people were unusually and showed the importance of the people they were protecting.

The cast-iron helmet with a face guard, with only slender holes in the eyes and nose, can effectively protect the face from stray arrows and splinters, but I guess the hoop must feel very uncomfortable inside, like an impermeable tin can, conjoined fine chain mail, made of more delicate small iron rings, ordinary arrows cannot penetrate at all, and the armor is covered with the Dane's favorite sauce-red smock.

The belts were covered with daggers, hand axes, and Germanic swords with short handles, which were convenient for emergency use in hand-to-hand combat, and the shields hanging from their arms were sewn from double-sided leather, with iron rivets inlaid at the core, which increased their resistance to blows, and the lace-up shoes of the same material as the chain mail were worn on their feet, so that they could walk on the ground without fear of any difficult terrain, and it was because of such excellent equipment that the Danes could withstand the onslaught of the knights of Nijmegen. Gradually turn the tide of the battle and bring the enemy and us to a stalemate.

I looked at this group of northerners from afar, and seemed to see the heroic posture of the Viking warriors who once crossed the ocean, and suddenly the eye-catching eight characters came into view.

I didn't expect that it would take no effort to break through the iron shoes and find nowhere to find it, and the biggest fish finally fell into the net, as long as killing him was like cutting off the thick trunk of the big Danish tree, and the remaining details had time to be cleaned up slowly.

"Sven!"

I snatched the spear of my squire and threw it violently, and the warrior standing beside the king of Denmark was quick-eyed, holding his shield against the body of the lord, and the spear struck the iron nail and burst out of sparks, and plunged obliquely into the ground.

King Bazi Hu looked up at me, his eyes emitted a fierce hatred, he didn't want to admit his defeat, but the enemy at this moment made him speechless.

(End of chapter)

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