The screams of the inn resounded in the night sky, the fishermen shivered in their humble huts, the men grabbed harpoons and pointed them at the door, and blocked the place with all the things in the house, but the Viking warriors were not interested in these dilapidated huts, and they gradually retreated towards the woods with their backpacks loaded with money and equipment for looting the inn, but by this time the guards on the towers of the bunkers in the harbor had lit their torches, and the whole bunker became brightly lit, illuminating the whole harbor.

"Whoosh, whoosh~~." Crossbow arrows flew like locusts from the bunkers towards the retreating Vikings, and the falling crossbow bolts stuck in the ground, as if a layer of crossbow grass had grown on the muddy harbor floor, but the Vikings had already raised their shields to block the direction in which the crossbow arrows were flying.

"Shield wall, retreat." Krezer shouted loudly, and immediately the people around him gathered and formed an impermeable wall with the round shield in their hands, and then they slowly withdrew from the harbor with rhythmic shouts.

"Bed crossbow firing ~~." According to the German mercenary veteran who was guarding the bunker tower, the crazy Andrew, who stood on the top floor of the bunker and looked at the Vikings who had retreated to the edge of the port, and immediately ordered the operator beside him.

"Hum~~~." The full bed crossbow, the tough two-layered bowstring hummed, and flicked out an iron crossbow bolt on it, and this special iron crossbow bolt slashed through a black shadow and shot straight past, in the direction of the shield formation of the Vikings where Krezer was.

"Damn it, in which tower did you put the crossbowmen, be careful, huh. What are you doing? Kratzer glanced in the direction of the tower, and did not expect that in such a remote place, a defensive tower had been built, and the defense inside was very bad, and the crossbow bolts of long-range attacks seemed to be shooting as if they didn't need money, and he warned his fellow Viking warriors beside him, but at this moment, the shield maid Grace, who was raising her shield on his right, pressed him to the ground.

"Ping~~~, oh woo." As Kratzer struggled to his feet, a dark shadow flew over his head and slammed straight into a Viking behind him. The Viking snorted and was knocked out of the way.

"What's that?" Krazer looked up to see a Viking in front of him staggering and falling. The round shield in his hand had been pierced through a hole, and the Viking who had been knocked out of the air had an iron bolt stuck in his body.

"We kind of underestimated each other, and we were able to shoot so accurately without lights." Grace, the shield maiden, also felt a tingling in her scalp. Her ear power is a little stronger than the average person. It was the strange buzzing sound of breaking the air. This knocked Kratzer to the ground, but her compliment was a little early, because it was just shit luck for the crossbow operator in the tower. So in the next few shots, the crossbow bolts were missed.

"Haha, it seems that I won't be going to the sanctuary of God Odin today, I owe you my life, Shieldmaiden." Krezer laughed and got up, grabbed the Viking's iron bolt and pulled it out, and disappeared into the woods in the night with the others.

"My lord, shall we go out and search for those robbers?" At Andrew's side the madman, a soldier on guard said.

"No need, it's not convenient to move at night, let's just guard the bunker." Andrew the Mad shook his head and ordered the guards that Arold had placed at least one veteran of the German mercenary regiment in each of the three bunkers, as the grassroots commander, and most of the other soldiers were armor guards and recruits.

"But these robbers have attacked the inn, and in God's name we should defeat them and let them be punished as they deserve." The guard soldier was a new recruit, he was originally a merchant apprentice in the town of Wismar, but because he envied the generous treatment of the German mercenary regiment, he joined Arold's army, but he did not expect to be sent to the port, huddled in this brick-built bunker, the boring guard life was far from what he expected, and these German mercenary veterans who were arranged as commanders were not easy to get along with.

"Keep your mouth shut, quietly carry out orders, if you want to join the German mercenary regiment, to be a real soldier is to know how to carry out the orders of the commander." Andrew the Madman interrupted him, as a veteran who had survived the ranks of the Desperate, his instincts told him that the retreating robbers were not at ease, and although the guests in the inn were mostly a group of merchants, these merchants were men who ventured to sail the pirates and storms of the sea, they were not a group of people who could only use scales and silver, and the use of weapons was no stranger to them, but they were killed in a very short time, which showed that the retreating robbers were very powerful.

"How many robbers did you slaughter?" At this time, a man climbed up from the bottom of the floor, he said with a happy tone, Andrew the Crazy reached out and pulled him up, they were friends who fought side by side, the man's name was Rex, because he was good at using a big sword, some people called him Big Sword Rex.

"One, it should be so, I only heard a scream, the moon today is really a good time for the night to strike." Andrew the Madman raised his head and glanced at the hazy moonlight in the sky, and it was helpless to be attacked under such moonlight.

"Will they ever come back?" Rex took an apple from his bosom and rubbed it on his body before putting it in his mouth, munching on the apple as he asked Andrew.

"Yes." Andrew the Mad nodded, his hands resting on the battlements, his instincts telling him that these robbers were not petty thieves, and that such a powerful group of people could not be satisfied with just a small inn, they must know that the most dangerous place is often the most rewarding place.

"Great, my big sword is already hungry and thirsty, I haven't been so excited in a long time." Greatsword Rex laughed and threw the Apple Core off the bunker, which disappeared into the night sky in an arc.

"You mean, most of the treasure in the harbor is concentrated in those three defensive towers?" Krezer looked at the innkeeper who was shaking like a sieve in front of him, this was when he was about to slaughter the other party, but he was smoked by the stench on the crotch of the opponent's pants and stopped, at this moment he suddenly remembered that he and his companions had slaughtered almost all the people in the inn in a fit of rage, and he should have left a few captives to find out the details of the port, so he twisted the innkeeper and brought him out as a captive, and now it was time for the other party to repay himself.

"We should slaughter the Germans in the towers and plunder the treasures inside." The other Vikings had a greedy look in their eyes, and there was so much to be gained by robbing an inn, and if it was a well-defended tower, there would certainly be even more gain, and even the unfortunate souls of the dead would be greeted by the beautiful Valkyrie to the temple of the Father of the Gods, and drink with the Valhallic warriors of yesteryear. (To be continued......)