Rushing out of several passages in the wetlands, the most warlike and heroic of the Slavs, their warrior regiments were made up of the best of each clan, trained to fight from an early age, and were therefore semi-professional warriors. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Steady, steady." The leader of the Vikings looked at the people in the radar who were swarming out, and instead of being afraid, he gave orders to the other Viking warriors to hold on, and their shields were as steady as a rock.

"Ping Pong Ping Pong ~~." The soldiers in the radar raised the axe in their hands, and slashed at the Vikings' round shields, in this era, most of the wars still depend on the physical strength, height and weight of the soldiers, the Vikings are naturally tall, and the Vikings who can grow up alive in the harsh Nordic environment are almost natural warriors, they hold the heavy round shield in their hands steadily, and no matter how the soldiers in the radar chop, they are firmly in a shield posture.

"The Whirlwind Cannon retreats, Lord Julian, please step forward to help." Herman watched the battle from behind, and when he saw the people on the radar pouring out of the wetlands, he asked Julian to immediately lead the Willer soldiers to support.

"Forward." Riding on his horse, Julian put on a Slavic helmet with a pointed helmet and wore a piece of chain mail made of inlaid clasps, which was stronger and more defensive.

"Boom, boom, boom~~." Armed with shields and spears, the Willer soldiers marched in three neat rows and broke away from their positions to support the Viking warriors.

"Kill."

"Ah~~." At this time, the Vikings outside the wetland and the warriors in the radar fought together, and the people in the radar relied on the advantage of numbers to constantly attack the shield array composed of the Vikings, and the shield array composed of more than 20 people seemed to be a small boat in the turbulent storm, but even in such a disparity in numbers, the Vikings were still very strong.

"Points." The Viking pressed his body against the shield, the people in the radar crowded in front of the shield, the Viking leader shouted, and the part of the shield immediately opened like a door, at this time, the Viking leader stretched out the battle axe in his hand, and hooked a radar man attached to the shield into the shield array, and before the radar man could react, the Viking chopped him into mash with an axe.

However, the people in the radar were not powerless, and from behind the line of the people in the radar stepped forward several warriors armed with spears and pestles, which is a simple diamond-shaped spear tip inserted into a thick wooden stick, which can be used as a blunt weapon to wield or pierce with the tip, and the biggest feature is that it is extremely simple to make, even a blacksmith in a country village can make it.

"Peng~~." The few radar warriors with thick spears and pestles stepped forward and slammed their spears and pestles into the Vikings' shields, making a loud noise.

"Hmm." The Vikings holding the round shield staggered, and a gap appeared in the connecting part of the round shield due to vibration, and it was this gap that allowed the soldiers in the radar to see the fighter, and they immediately inserted the tip of the spear and pestle into the gap.

"Ah~." The tip of the spear pierced into the shoulder of the Viking warrior behind the shield, and the sharp spear tip pierced through the leather armor on the shoulder, and the Viking warrior screamed and reached out to grab the tip of the spear, but the warrior in the radar twitched it and pulled the tip of the spear back through the gap.

Although the Viking warriors fought hard, more and more warriors began to surround from both flanks, and the Viking warriors fell one by one, until only five Viking warriors remained, using shields to defend against the Viking leaders.

"Damn bugs." The Viking leader wiped a handful of sweat and blood from his face, and he carried his bloody tomahawk, thinking that if there were more Viking warriors, they would be able to slaughter the people on the radar.

"Whoosh~~." Suddenly, a throwing knife flew out of the radar and stabbed into the forehead of one of the Viking warriors beside the Viking leader, who fell with his shield in hand.

"Tsk, a little off." Turazov pursed his lips, he pulled out another throwing knife from his waist, in fact, his strongest is throwing throwing knives, almost every shot, but in the noisy environment of the battlefield, a radar warrior hit him, otherwise this throwing knife would definitely kill the Viking leader.

"Coward." The Viking leader ripped off a wolf's skin and looked at Turazov angrily.

"Hmph, the warriors slaughtered them." Unmoved, Turazov pointed at the tomahawk in his hand and commanded the radar warriors beside him.

"Roar~~." Hundreds of soldiers in the radar shouted, rushing towards the Vikings who had been cornered, but at this moment there was a roar.

"What sound?" Turazov stopped advancing, looked around, and suddenly saw several cavalry rushing from the Mecklenburg position, followed by the running infantry, and it seemed that the Mecklenburgers had sent reinforcements.

"Kill~~." Julian galloped as he drew his sword from his waist and charged at the radar.

He was accompanied by the Slavic knights of the East, who were knights awarded by Julian according to the custom of the Franks, because the Slavs of Wille were not accustomed to using chain mail, so they all wore armor made of leather and pieces of iron, and in order to make up for the gap with the Western knights, these Eastern knights were armed with a large shield in the shape of flying wings, but under the influence of Arold, these Slavic knights were armed with long horse pistols.

"Steady, steady." The Slavic knights peeked through the cracks in their fully enclosed helmets and looked at the radar people surrounding the Vikings, who held aloft their carbines with colored stripes in their hands, and under Julian's constant training, they controlled their horses in their crotches very rhythmically.

"Attack~~." Seeing that the enemy was getting closer, Julian swung his sword downwards and gave the Slavic knights the order to attack.

"Gray Law~~." The Slavic knights kicked their horses hard with the spurs in their heels, and the horses let out a long neigh, and accelerated towards the crowd of people in the radar, and the Slavic knights also raised their pistols in their hands.

"Ping~~~." The Slavic knights slashed into the butter like a hot knife with their pistols, and the radar in front of the knights was picked up like rag dolls and slammed to the ground.

The knights rushed into the radar with their pistols in hand, causing confusion among the enemy, who had never seen such a sharp heavy cavalry assault before, and were immediately dizzy.

"Don't panic, line up in a dense formation, line up in a dense formation." Turazov grabbed the soldiers who were trying to escape and pushed them back to the front line, and as he gave new orders, the two clan leaders also cooperated with Turazov, shouting and scolding the timid and cowardly warriors, and loudly praising the names of the brave warriors who had grown up beside the chiefs, and whose names were precious to the leaders.

The scolded warriors hurriedly turned around in embarrassment, and the people in the radar, with the efforts of Turazov and the leaders, finally recovered from the chaos under the impact of the Slavic knights, and the warriors in the radar, armed with spears and spears, began to line up in front.

"Ping-pong, gray law ~~." After throwing away the carbine in his hand, a Slavic knight drew his saber and struck left and right among the radar people, but at this moment, several radar people with spears and pestles rushed forward, and they raised their spears and pestles and smashed them into the head of the Slavic knight's mount.

"Watch out for their spears." Julian was taken aback, the Slavic knight wearing heavy armor and large shield was trained by him, he was confident that the ordinary infantry was not an opponent at all, but he didn't expect the spear and pestle of the man in the radar to be so powerful, he actually knocked down the knight's mount with a single swing, and the combat effectiveness of the knight who lost his mount was greatly reduced.

"Mistress Julian, here we are." Fortunately, Weller's infantry arrived in time, and they fought with the people in the radar, and the soldiers on both sides clashed with each other with their shields, and some of the brave Willer infantry raised their shields and slammed at the enemy with the sharp edge of their shields, and suddenly a fighting sound sounded in the open space connecting the wetland and the meadow.

The two sides fought for hours, and gradually the soldiers on both sides were exhausted, and Hermann and Count Radar began to order the soldiers to withdraw from the battle, leaving dozens of corpses on both sides in the clearing.

"I didn't expect the people on the radar to be so good at fighting." Count Yves looked at the corpses in the clearing, the Vikings were not powerful, Julian's Slavic knights were not brave, but these people in the radar were very tenacious.

"Lord Julian, what do you think of these people on the radar?" After the battle, the vassals returned to Herman's tent, and Julian sat on a wooden bench, holding a leather bag and pouring wine into his mouth, despite the fact that there were only a few hours of continuous fighting, and the physical exertion was extremely severe in the fierce fighting.

"Ah, I'm thirsty, these people on the radar are no match for us, as long as we attack a few more times, we will definitely be able to destroy them, but." Julian put down his leather bag and wiped his mouth with his sleeve.

"But what?" Herman asked curiously.

"But watch out for their spearmen, I've never seen such a strange weapon, and a soldier who can wield such a heavy and sharp weapon must have a good arm strength." Julian thought for a while and said pertinently, it is true that the spear and pestle of the people in the radar are very deadly, even if the opponent is a knight, it is very tricky, and he can't take advantage of it at all.

"However, we must go to the aid of the Saxon and Thuringian armies in the shortest possible time." Herman said with a sad face, now that the people in the radar have retreated into the wetland, the Mecklenburg army is going to attack the wetland again, this repeated tug-of-war is really annoying.