King Harold saw that although most of the other Vikings on the other side of the river were not yet armored for some reason, after all, they had begun to assemble in a formation, and he was a little annoyed that his surprise attack would be blocked by the other party alone, and the opponent was obviously very good at blocking spears and bows and arrows, Harold had to breathe a sigh of relief, turned his head and encouraged the militiamen who rushed to the front row: "He was also born by his parents, on!"

At the King's personal urging, the English militia surrounding the bridgehead had to begin to form a formation, and they rushed to the bridgehead step by step, holding shields in one hand and weapons in the other.

At the front is a middle-aged man with a relatively strong figure and a dark complexion, unlucky he has just been squeezed into the front row, looking at the other party's burly figure, he can't help but show fear when he approaches, he tried to shrink back again and again but was pushed forward by the people behind, he yelled: "Don't push me in the back!"

The closer he got to him, the more frightened he became, he could already see the other party's axe, and a piece of the intestines left by the previous warrior was still hanging on it, the swarthy man's emotions were simply out of control, and he shouted loudly and urgently: "Don't push me, for the sake of the villagers, don't ......"

However, the other party had already raised his axe to him and slashed it on his head, accompanied by the screams of the captured women who had fled back to the back of the English army in the chaos, and the sound of sharp axes cutting into the flesh sounded, and the women who had lost their homes did not dare to look at the terrible scene in front of them, they hugged each other, some buried their heads in the arms of others, and some simply looked away and did not dare to look again.

On the bridge, the remaining militiamen of England were cut down one by one by Lynch, and under his vigorous chopping, many people, at least some of them, even flew directly into the river.

"Go! "Go to me!" The shouting berserker took advantage of the terrain on the bridge, he didn't have to face too many enemies at once, and the berserker's ability made him ignore the pain of being injured by the dark arrow, the more brave he became, this time he simply used the giant axe to cut a large arc from the diagonal top, turning the bodies of the three soldiers in front of him into six pieces at once, only the last "lucky one" Temporarily surviving, the remnants of the pain prompted him to squirm and crawl back on the bridge, trying to escape the demon in front of him, but Lynch stepped directly on his spine from behind, and with a tooth-itching click, the "lucky man" could not move at all, although he could still blink his eyes.

The berserker laughed excitedly, his face stained with blood and minced meat, and after pulling out the arrow stuck in his body, he shook his shoulders again, and looked triumphant, one Anglo-Saxon after another was cut down by him, and he alone blocked the British army, making it difficult for the other party to cross the bridge by half a step.

"I've hunted deer, I've done that, but I've never done this, what about you?" said one of the soldiers next to Leofrick, but no one paid attention to him as he was being held hostage.

In the midst of the shield wall, Toffy heard the sound of running water, and he couldn't help but wrinkle his nose when he noticed that the soldier next to him had nervously peed his pants before the battle.

"What are we going to do now?" he asked, a little confused, as he watched his comrades fall one by one around the bridge, not knowing whether to follow the flow of people to the bloody place.

"Now let's keep our heads down as much as we can. Leofrick grabbed his best friend, and the two men arched slightly, as if they were about to dive—but they kept trying to stay as far back as possible on their team.

In the midst of the chaos, Odegar, who had not seen anyone a moment earlier, yelled as soon as he returned, "Where's my damn cousin?"

"You said the fighting season is over. Leocrife reluctantly said, "That's what you said." ”

"Do you think it's over?" Odegar gestured to the pieces of meat that were flying around.

Leocliffe glanced at Tofi with a pale face, and knowing that it was useless to talk more, he got up and raised his shield to obey the order, preparing to go up the bridge and fight the Berserker leader to the death.

"You idiot! You think I'm going to let you die for nothing like a skinny sparrow like you can be blown to death by the wind?! Come here, go down to the river. Odegar stopped him with some helplessness, and as one of the king's captains of the guard and a recruiter, unlike the ordinary militiamen, he had been vigilantly watching beyond the battle of the wooden bridge, and when he saw that the other berserkers on the other side had left and no one was paying attention to them, he took a few steps back, and then led Leokrife to the river.

"Thank you so much, I thought you were going to tell me to go up the bridge. Leocliffe looked at the scene on the other side of the bridge and thanked Odegar with the tone of the rest of his life.

"You're going to the bridge. Odegar said solemnly as she looked in the direction of the bridge, and then pointed to the large barrel by the river, which was only half cut at the bottom.

Leocliffe couldn't believe his ears, and he turned his head to look at Odegar with both confusion and disbelief.

"You're a ghost, you're still a good climber. Odegar mysteriously approached Leocliffe and surveyed his tall and thin figure, "and thin enough to sit in a barrel." ”

Leocliffe began to listen intently, knowing that his cousin must have something else planned. He frowned and reconfirmed, "Do you really want me to go to the bridge?"

Odegar simply brought himself close to Leocliffe and whispered to him.

On the bridge, Lynch, who was hit by a few more arrows but seemed to be not affected by the injury, cut down the soldiers one by one under the bridge, "Waggggh!" Having already slashed more than seventy people, he even let out a mocking roar at the dead soldiers under the bridge.

Leocliffe took off his armor and wore only a soft undershirt, carefully climbed into the half-barrel, and floated down the river to the bottom of the bridge as silently as possible, looking at the fragments of his comrades who had actually been replaced by illusions, he put on the hood attached to his shoulders, and raised his head with determination, his eyes looking at the bottom of the bridge above his head.

Lynch on the bridge was already fully engaged in the battle again, and he didn't notice Leocliffe under the bridge at all, he was going to kill the English militia one by one, even if he had tried not to use the kind of attack that wasted his physical strength and smashed people into pieces at the beginning of the battle, but his strength was a little exhausted after all, and the time for the berserker to stimulate his physical potential was almost over, but after finding that he no longer had enough strength to push down the English militia in front of him, he actually let go of the axe in his hand, stretched out his hands and moved the opponent's head back to let him expose his neck, and then went out and bit directly at the throat of the English militia, the English militia made the sound of blood pouring down his throat, and his throat was bitten alive by Lynch's bite.

The Berserker leader spat the bitten throat mixed with blood directly into the eyes of the other person who wanted to attack, causing him to temporarily lose his sight, and then slammed the forehead of the enemy who was not equipped with such equipment with his helmet, and the militiaman, whose skull was actually shattered, fell backwards, but before he could fully hit the ground, he was swept away by the axe that Lynch then picked up and swung......

Although not as fierce as he was at the beginning, this Viking warrior is worthy of being the leader of the berserkers, and he looks like he can fight for a while.

In the distance, the Vikings who had already assembled erupted in cheers, proud and proud of their warriors, and began to maintain their formation and approach their heroes.

The soldiers of England were terrified, and it seemed that no one would go forward even if the king had given the order just now, and at that moment Odegar pushed the soldiers away and stepped forward, and he raised his hands in a gesture of surrender and ceasing the fighting.

"I have been ordered to negotiate with your master. Odegar's tone was calm and calm, and he looked directly at the other party and said loudly.

Seeing him in such a posture, the Berserker leader's eyes widened, and he wiped the blood left by the English who was dripping down his brow, and his hideous face looked a little puzzled and confused.

"We accept your surrender. Odegar maintained a harmless posture but said defiantly, "Do you understand? We don't want anyone to die here, warrior, I respect you, I don't want to kill you." ”

"Englishman, you must have been blinded by the sun. Lynch seemed to be amused by Odegar after the initial stunned, "You want to do business with me?"

Odegar looked at the other with a look of pity, raised his foot and stomped on the bridge, giving a signal.