When Arold put on his armor with the help of his personal attendants, hung his sword on his body and walked out of the palace, more than fifty Vikings had gathered in the open space outside the palace, and they held all kinds of weapons in their hands, most of which were production tools on weekdays, such as straw forks or harpoons with low lethality, but there were also people with axes and worn round shields. A handful of them had one or two ancestral iron swords, but they seemed to the magistrates to be nothing more than a rabble, and the Quintons were pirates who had been licking their blood for years.

"We should drop the German mercenary regiments, or the militia in Mecklenburg is much stronger than these people." Osvid said to little Sean beside him, the messy Vikings were indeed inferior to the disciplined German mercenary regiment or the armor-defending Mecklenburg militia, but this was only the normal level of infantry in Europa.

"But I believe that the Earl has a way, and see that the craftsmen have brought the weapons to make zuò." Shaun Jr. said to Osveld.

From the blacksmith shop, the craftsmen put the made knives in wooden boxes, and then carried the wooden boxes into the clearing, and the Vikings looked at the wooden box very strangely, and guessed what it contained, but most people thought that the box should be money or something to reward those who participated in the battle, but Arold called the fisherman Tabel and more than two dozen trained Vikings to come forward.

"Tabor, the fisherman, bring your weapons." Arold said to the fisherman Taber and the others, which made Taber and the others a little embarrassed. Because they only had a stick in their hand, the others burst into laughter, and the straightforward Vikings began to laugh.

"Hey, Tabor, why do you have a stick in your hand, or change it with me, the harpoons are stronger than your sticks."

"No, no, maybe it's a special stick that can poke the Quinton guy's ass."

"Hahaha~~~~."

"Damn bastards." It was the first time that Tabor, the fisherman, had been ridiculed like this, but the stick in his hand did make him a little unable to lift his head. He didn't understand a shrewd-looking lord like Arrod. How could you let yourself and others use such a crude weapon.

"Be quiet, and put your weapons on them." Arrod turned his head and ordered the craftsmen, who opened the wooden box and saw that there were simple knives neatly stacked inside. This knife has a long and narrow back. The Vikings were seeing them for the first time. The craftsmen picked up the snow bright knives and loaded them on the wooden sticks of the fisherman Taber and others, and suddenly a long-handled simple knife was formed.

"Oh yes, this is." The other Vikings looked dumbfounded at the long-handled Pu knife in the hands of the fisherman Tabo and the others. The original rudimentary wooden stick and the simple sword immediately became powerful.

"Hey, brush~~~." The excited fisherman Taber clenched his long-handled Pu knife and slashed down fiercely, only to hear a tearing sound that broke through the air, and an arc-shaped white light appeared in front of everyone.

"Let me try." Another Viking with a new weapon, eagerly walked to a small tree with a thick wrist next to the clearing, he slashed at the small tree according to his usual training, only to hear a crisp click, the small tree fell in two, and the other Vikings gasped, this kind of tree is relatively tough, and the long-handled simple knife is effortlessly cut off, if it is a flesh and blood human being, of course, it is impossible to be intact.

Twenty Viking warriors armed with snow swords and fifty light infantry Vikings, led by Arrod on horseback and a regiment of attendants and a dozen cavalrymen, marched towards the village of the Quinton family, because they were not very far apart on the same island, so usually this kind of skirmish could be resolved in a day, and of course the clansmen of the Quinton family also discovered this army marching on their own family village.

"Ah~~~." A Quinton clansman with his sword in his hand walked up to the wooden fence to take up his duty, he stretched and yawned, but just then from the dirt path, someone was running desperately towards the village.

"What's wrong?" Seeing clearly that it was another member of the Quinton family, the sentry looked at the panicked clansman curiously, now that the power of the Quinton family on the island of Zealand was in full swing, even those Germans only dared to retreat near the harbor, who else would pose a threat to them?

"Oh no, those damned Germans are coming towards us with a force of a hundred men." The clansman shouted loudly in panic, and sure enough, behind him many Quintons with sheep and families were rushing towards him, they were loosely living outside the village, because there were their fields and sheep to take care of, so when the crisis came, these people who had separated from the colony would of course think of the Quinton family village protected by a wooden fence.

"These are damned." Hearing the warnings of his clansmen, the sentry immediately ran to a wooden arrow tower on the wooden wall, and a bull horn hung at the door of the arrow tower.

"Woo, woo~~~~~." The horn made a muffled sound that echoed over the Quinton family's village, a signal of an enemy attack.

"The Germans are attacking us?" Osborne, the patriarch of the Quinton family. Quinton said in disbelief that the Germanic lord, who had ordered that he must never clash with the Quinton family, actually led his army to attack him, which made him dare not believe his ears anyway, until he confirmed the news, he was furious, and the humble rabbit dared to attack the wolves, he thought so.

"Patriarch, what should we do?" The rest of the clan looked at their chief, not all of them were blood relatives of the Quinton family, although they were established by a relationship of dependence, but they also had both prosperity and loss.

"War, knock those heretics out into the sea." It didn't take long to think, in fact, the people of the Quinton family are not good at thinking, and their way of solving the problem is very direct, that is, to beat the dissatisfied person with a guò tomahawk and fist.

"Woo, woo~~~." The battle horn sounded, and a hundred warriors of the Quinton family, wearing iron helmets and various armors, rushed out of the village with battle axes and round shields to meet Arold and the others.

If one could look down on the island from above, then one could see that two forces of almost equal numbers were approaching in the middle of the island, and at a distance of three hundred paces from each other, the troops of both sides stopped under the command of the leader, and the sound of footsteps on the ground, and the sound of the clanging of weapons colliding with each other, the middle of the island was composed of hills and forests, so that Arold's army occupied a hillside to the south, and the warriors of the Quinton family occupied another small hill, At this time, they were like two fierce tigers staring at each other across the mountain.

"Lord Count." Osveld rubbed the hilt of his sword with his left hand, inevitably a little nervous in the first battle, and he looked at Arrod, who was riding his horse calmly, and couldn't help but cast an envious gaze.

"Oh, kill them." At this time, the Quinton family on the opposite side was lined up in a formation like a long snake, they held the battle axes and shields in their hands side by side, and their mouths insulted and intimidated the enemy on the opposite side, and the sound shook the valley everywhere, quite powerful.

"Don't move." The Vikings on Arold's side were a little impatient and wanted to fight back, but they were stopped by Arold, he patiently sat on his horse and watched the performance on the other side, and the people of the Quinton family gradually discovered from the high-pitched insults that the other party did not fight back according to the tradition, which was like a slap in the air and gradually lost interest.

"Heretics who don't understand the rules, hum, kill me ~~~." Osborne carrying a tomahawk. The Quinton said disdainfully, he raised his battle axe and pointed at the opposite side, and the Quinton clan roared and rushed over, and the long snake formation in a line pushed sideways towards Arrod's troops.

"The cavalry does not move, the infantry strikes." Arold arranged the Vikings armed with long-handled swords in a wedge-shaped formation on the sides, with the Viking light infantry in depth and width in the middle, and the cavalry in the rear with Arold waiting for an opportunity.

"Fool's infidels." The patriarch of the Quinton family laughed at the sight of Arrod's troops in depth, and he thought that Arrod's arrangement of troops in such a narrow front was to seek death, because the heavy infantry armed with battle axes would kill every enemy they encountered, while the soldiers in the rear would not be able to support.

"Rush~~~." The strong warriors of the Quinton family, they took advantage of the power of the charge to break into a very close place to Arrod's troops, the Viking warriors in the middle part picked up the bows in their hands and shot arrows at Arold's people, and the Vikings with shields immediately picked up their shields to resist, but this is nothing to the people of the Quinton family, because the battles between the Vikings are completed by guò hand-to-hand combat, and the archery is just to intimidate the other party, and when the arrows have been shot once, they immediately re-charge.

"Ping Pong ~~~." The brutal Kunton warriors rushed into the battle, and they used their sharp battle axes to chop down the Vikings who stood in their way, blood splattered on their faces and bodies, and the Vikings armed with harpoons and a few tomahawk swords were no match at all, but the Vikings were fierce men, and they did not retreat in the face of the Kuntons armed with tomahawks and armor.

"Surround these infidels from both sides." The patriarch of the Quinton family commanded the crowd, and the beauty of the long snake formation was that it could envelop the enemy inside, and when an army was surrounded, the morale would be low, which the Quintons were tried and tested again, which is why the Viking warriors enjoyed it.

"You want to surround me, hey, order Tabor and them to go out and tear apart the formation of the Quintons for me." Arrod smiled contemptuously, of course he saw the other party's intentions, and immediately ordered, at this time, the troops outflanked by the Kunton people were gradually approaching. (To be continued......)