Of course, it is best to be able to solve it with arrows, but when the Viking warriors stepped on the torches, the vision of the crossbowmen was limited, and the sergeant major ordered to stop shooting according to the development and changes on the battlefield, Arold knew that only the Viking warriors who could use melee soldiers to solve these surprise attacks, so he gave the order to attack the two-handed swordsmen, and the two-handed swordsmen who were originally guarding the crossbow team immediately gathered to put the big sword on their shoulders and advanced to the Viking warriors under the command of the captain. Because of the increasingly mature wire drawing technology in Arold's smelting base, these swordsmen can also wear chain mail, this new type of chain mail has a smaller gap, more firm and lighter, and the iron armor makes a rattling sound in action.

"The Great Sword Team Attack~~~." In the Battle of the Port of Mecklenburg, Andrew, who became the captain of the Great Sword Brigade, led sixty Great Sword Swordsmen to a distance of twenty paces from the Viking warriors, took down the great sword he was carrying on his shoulders, almost about the same height as him, and yelled in the direction of the Viking warriors, and the two-handed swordsmen followed him, clenching the weapons in their hands, and they held their great swords high and moved their legs like a gust of wind blowing across the earth towards the Viking warriors.

"Ping Pong ~~~." The swordsmen wielded their broadswords like spinning windmills, and the numerical numbers and recuperation of the Viking warriors were brought down like a wrenching victory.

"Ah, damned southerners, I'm going to kill you and tear you apart." The face of the Viking warrior leader was splattered with the blood of his own people. He watched as the Viking warriors he had brought out to raid fell one by one, and in a fit of rage, he tore through his clothes, ripped off his chain mail, and naked, clutched his tomahawks and shields, and shouted at the attacking greatsword swordsmen.

"Ahh A swordsman wielding a serpentine sword wielded his sword to slash the leader of the Viking warriors, but the leader of the Viking warriors blocked the blade with a round shield, and then lowered his body and slashed an axe from diagonally below, and the sharp axe hit the swordsman in the jaw. Crush his jaw bone and jaw. The swordsman let go of his sword with a crumbling cry and fell to his knees covered in blood, while the Viking leader stood up without mercy and cut off the swordsman's head with a sharp axe.

"Oh woo~~~." The Viking leader bent down. Lift the swordsman's still bleeding head. Shouted at the other swordsmen. The terrifying look was like the demons of hell, and the other swordsmen couldn't help but stand on the spot.

"Let me deal with this damn heretic." The madman Andrew waved his sword and said to his swordsmen. He had just become captain and wanted to take the opportunity to establish his authority, which was a good opportunity.

At this time, there were not many Viking warriors left around the Viking warrior leader, and he had to be in a desperate situation, completely holding the idea of killing one enough, killing a swordsman with the power of thunder was to intimidate other swordsmen, so that they would not immediately surround them, even a fierce lion could not withstand the wolves, looking at the madman Andrew who came out with a big sword, the corner of the Viking warrior leader's mouth showed a smile.

"Damn infidels." The madman Andrew clenched his broadsword and slowly surrounded the Viking warrior leader, looking for his weakness and blind corner, and the Viking warrior leader also moved his steps in the opposite direction, they were like two hungry beasts that met by chance in the forest, testing each other's strength and looking for the opportunity to attack, and the surrounding greatsword swordsmen also stopped to watch this battle, at this time a milky white light gradually appeared in the sky, the darkest dawn had passed, and before I knew it, the night passed like this, The grass was littered with corpses and wounded and moaning soldiers, overturned tongs and barrels scattered to the ground, the brightly colored nobles' tents that had been knocked to the side were covered with dirt footprints, knights in armor and nobles in brightly colored costumes waving their banners in search of their scattered soldiers, the neighing of horses mingling with the shouts and curses of the nobles.

"Whoosh~~~." The madman Andrew attacked first, he raised his arms and raised his sword to a position parallel to his line of sight, and with the strength of his legs, he rushed towards the Viking leader, like a bull sprinting with his horns, the Viking leader immediately blocked the log shield in front of him, parrying the sword attack from the madman Andrew, and then tried to repeat the old trick, dodging and slashing at Andrew from diagonally below.

"Bell~~." However, Andrew was very skilled in the use of the broadsword, his pace changed slightly, his body sank, and he used the middle and tail of the greatsword to block the battle axe of the Viking leader, and swept through it.

"Puff~~." The blade swept over the Viking leader's left wrist, and the sharp blade cut through his muscles, causing the Viking leader to loosen his hand and fall to the ground, only then did the red blood continue to seep out of the wound, and the big drops fell on the green grass, and the German mercenary group big sword swordsmen let out cheers, they knew that the madman Andrew was about to win.

"Huhu~~~." The Viking warrior leader's eyes widened, he gritted his teeth and endured the severe pain, ripped off a strip of coarse linen cloth on his body, and wrapped his left wrist, the Germanic swordsman in front of him was as fast as the wind, and he was not careful that his wrist was cut, but the tough Viking warrior leader bit the battle axe in his mouth and bandaged his wrist, and Andrew did not bother to embarrass him at this time, let the Viking warrior leader bandage his wrist, including the swordsmen who watched the battle around him knew that no matter how strong the samurai, A bleeding wound would have been a fatal blow, and sure enough, when the Viking leader once again picked up his tomahawk to fight, his movements became much slower, and the madman Andrew had no trouble dodging his opponent's attack.

"Andrew ends the fight." At this moment, the sound of horses' hooves sounded outside the crowd on the battlefield, and Arold was seen wearing armor and riding his own warhorse, surrounded by knights and attendants of the Inner Palace, and he said to Andrew, a madman who was still fighting.

"Yes, Lord Count." Hearing Arrod's order, the madman Andrew put away the cat-and-mouse mentality, his eyes stared at the timing of the Viking leader rushing over, and used a feint to pretend to slash from above, forcing the Viking leader to raise his battle axe to block, but this was only an illusion of Germanic sword skills, even when the Viking leader was healthy, it was impossible to see through it.

"Ah~~." Andrew's sword momentum changed suddenly, and he stabbed the sword down, stabbed the instep of the Viking leader's right foot, and pinned the Viking leader's foot to the ground, and a scream came out of the Viking leader's mouth, because the severe pain made the Viking leader's face become distorted, and large drops of sweat flowed down the shiny head, and the battle axe in his hand fell to the ground and he didn't care about picking it up, but he grabbed the blade of the big sword with both hands and wanted to pull out the blade nailed to his feet.

"Go to hell, heretic." Andrew grabbed the back of the Viking leader's neck with his right hand and said to him loudly, and after saying that, he hit the Viking leader's neck against the blade of the sword, and instantly a stream of blood flew out and sprayed on Andrew's face and body.

"Heh~~~." The Viking leader's eyes were wide open, and he could not imagine that he would die like this, and he let out his last breath, and his body leaned against the great sword stuck in the instep of his foot, and the blood flowed down the great sword, like a small stream.

"Hmm." Arold nodded in satisfaction, he raised his finger to the corpse of the dead Viking leader, and ordered the madman Andrew, "Cut off the head and stick it on a pointed stake so that the people of the village can see it." ”

This night, the Viking warriors from the initial victory to defeat, so that the Viking people in the village mood like a roller coaster, when they saw their tribal leader bald head was stuck in the sharp stake, but also closed the wooden door tightly, the night attack Viking warrior leader took away all the elite warriors, the result is all lost, now only the old and weak women guarding the village are left, they don't even dare to come out, praying to the god Odin, hoping that the lord of the gods can help them, of course, there is no response.

"Lord Duke, we have captured five Viking warriors, what are we going to do?" When the dust fell, several knights of the duke's personal guard reported to the Duke of Abel that the capture of prisoners usually depends on the mood of the victor, if the victor is in a good mood then he will ask for a ransom, and if there is no ransom, he will sell it to a slave trader, so that he can leave a life, but if he is in a bad mood then there is only one ending, that is, to be killed, it is obvious that this raid by the leader of the Viking warriors made Duke Abel very wolf, and his head was bruised.

"Lord Duke, I have a Jian yì I don't know if I can say it?" Arold had other ideas, so he spoke out and said to Duke Abel, and Arold had just saved Duke Abel's life, and of course the duke would not refute Arrod's face.

"Tell me, my friend, that you are always more reliable than my barons." Duke Abel glanced at him dissatisfiedly, and the Barons of Mason, who had not behaved well in the night raid, had to pretend not to hear when they heard the complaining of the Duke.

"It's better to kill these Viking warriors than to make full use of them, I don't know what the Duke thinks?" Arold said to Duke Abel. (To be continued......)