After a fierce quarrel, the wooden door of the Quinton village finally opened, and an old Viking came out of it, trying to negotiate some terms with little Pine to save the fate of the defeat, a tentative move, even if it was rejected by the demonic commander outside, the loss was nothing more than a dying old man, and dying on the sickbed was a pity for the Vikings.

"Allow us to keep our faith and not enter our village, we will pile up money and what we can provide outside the village, and we will send people to swear allegiance to your count." The old Vikings stood in front of Pyne Jr. and Osvid's mount and offered the conditions of the Quintons.

"No, you must be completely obedient to the rulers of Mecklenburg and Zealand, and you must convert to the right God." Little Pine said to the messenger in no uncertain terms from his mount.

"Little Pyne, wait." Osvid beside him glanced at little Pine, as if he had something to say to his friend, and he leaned over to whisper in little Pine's ear.

"What's wrong?" Little Pine asked curiously.

"I think the Earl will agree to this condition." Osvid thought for a moment and said to little Pyne.

"Why?"

"Aren't there still Slavs in Mecklenburg who keep their faith? So I think the Earl will agree to this condition, and we can just go back with the loot and the people who have sworn allegiance. Osvid glanced at the bodies lying on the bank of the river. As well as the river water stained red by blood, his brows couldn't help frowning, and he said to his friend.

"Well, no, we refuse this condition." However, little Pine did not listen to Osvid's advice, he straightened up and spoke loudly to the old Vikings who conveyed it, and the voice was also heard by the Quintons behind the wooden fence of the village.

"You~~~." Listening to little Pyne's answer, Osvid was a little annoyed, he didn't expect little Pyne to be so arbitrary, and he couldn't help but turn his horse's head and walk to the back of the group, ignoring his friend.

"Looks like you're going to fight? All right. The old Viking glanced at little Pine in front of him. Shook his head. He stumbled back to his village, and when he returned to the village, he picked up the tomahawk he had rubbed all his life, although it had not been used for a while, and the blade of the tomahawk was a little rusty. But he believed it would be okay to chop one or two people.

"Prepare for battle. Hit the wood ready. Archers prepare to shoot. Little Pine drew his sword firmly and gave orders to the troop that Arold had given him.

"Wow~~~." The Vikings with a longbow picked up the bow in their hand and walked a few steps closer to the wooden fence. The arrows in the quiver collided with each other and rattled, and the archers in the Quinton village nervously began to draw arrows.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh~~~~." Soon the arrows flew like locusts inside and outside the village, the Vikings outside approached while shooting arrows in their hands, and the Vikings in the village used arrows and stones to deal with the enemies outside, and when there was a shout of killing, the infantry of the attacking army carried shields and weapons, covering several strong Vikings carrying the bumper wood, and rushed to the wooden gate of the village of the Kuntons.

"They must not be allowed near the gate." Knowing that once the door was breached, the Quintons would be wiped out, and while organizing people to block the wooden door with stakes and bodies, they concentrated arrows and stones on the team carrying the bumping wood.

"Shield cover, shield cover, don't be afraid, attack, attack." Little Pine raised his sword and rushed to the front line, he shouted to the soldiers around him, and the imposing attacking troops let out a wave-like cry and rushed to the wooden fence.

"Squeak." A Quinton archer standing on a wooden tower of arrows, looking at little Pine on a horse and wielding a sword, immediately aimed his arrow at him, if he could shoot the enemy commander on the battlefield, then it would definitely break the enemy's morale.

"Whoosh~~~." The arrows flew straight towards little Pyne, and his target on the horse was too big, which was also something he had no experience to guide him, if the experienced commander would either stop where the arrows couldn't shoot, or would dismount and move through the crowd on foot, or he was a nobleman with a group of guards to protect him.

"Peng~~." A dull sound rang out, and when little Pine turned around, he saw Osvid standing beneath his mount with his shield in hand, and an arrow tied to the shield, the tail of which was still trembling slightly.

"You idiot, get off your horse." Osvid dragged little Pine off his horse and let little Pine walk through the crowd like himself, if Osvid hadn't blocked the arrow with his shield, I am afraid that little Pine would have been shot in the waist by an arrow, and the consequences would have been unimaginable.

"I thought you wouldn't pay attention to me." Little Pyne smiled as he looked at Osvid with his shield.

"Hmph, you stubborn boy, if it weren't for me, you would have died once, but you owe me a great favor, remember to invite me to drink when you return to Mecklenburg." Osvid grinned and said to little Pyne with a disgruntled look.

"What's wrong with this, even if you go to the Jews to borrow money, I will ask you." Little Pine said with a disapproving smile, they fought side by side again, at this moment, the wooden slamming team slammed the wooden door of the Quinton tribesmen fiercely, never expected that others would attack the wooden door of the Quinton people outside the village was not strong, when the wooden bumper hit it, the unstrong wooden door made a creaking sound, and dust and sawdust fell from the cracks.

"Ah, Odin, give us strength." The Quintons fought with all their might against the only gate they could rely on, muttering the names of the Norse gods. They hoped to receive their divine grace, but they heard nothing but the cries of the enemy.

"Boom~~~." Finally, under the impact of the wood, the left half of the wooden door fell down, like the mouth of an old man in the middle of the candle, revealing a big hole.

"Oh, woo." The attackers cheered excitedly when they saw the fallen wooden door, and they stabbed their weapons through the hole in an attempt to drive away the Quintons who were blocking the doorway, and the Quintons were not to be outdone. Fight back with the weapon in your hand. There was even a fierce old man of the Kunton tribe who grabbed the outstretched weapon with his hand, and clung to it to prevent it from being pulled back freely, and the shouts of killing and screaming were connected at the entrance.

"Rush, rush in." Pyne Jr. and Osvid pushed the soldiers toward the breached entrance. The sheer superiority of numbers and strength finally led the Quintons to retreat. After dropping behind several corpses, they began to retreat towards the square in the center of the village. There are several large stone pillars tied there, representing their faith and the place where they meet on weekdays, and it seems that they can find sustenance there. The women and children retreated to the chief's house in Osborne, the strongest and most spacious structure in the whole village.

"They failed, and now our men are surrounding the square." Oswald wiped his forehead, and he held the shield and sword in his hand and said to little Pyne beside him.

"Gather the archers." Little Pine said to Osvid.

"Okay." Osvid thought about it and decided that little Pyne's order was correct, although these Quintons were all old, weak, sick and disabled, but they were unusually resolute in fighting, and refused to give up until the last moment of their lives, and the staggering old man waved the battle axe in his hand, and there was a determination to pull a cushion on his back when he was dying, and it was really impossible to continue close combat, so it was better to use long-range archers to solve it.

"Whew." In the square of the Quinton village, the few remaining Kunton warriors who had been defeated were standing there panting with blood all over, their eyes already had a kind of death-defying determination, and behind them were their most sacred stone pillars, the spiritual stones representing the Norse gods, the source of their best faith.

"Whoa~~~." With the sound of stepping on the ground, Arold's soldiers surrounded the central Quintons from all directions, while the archers took their positions, pulling their bowstrings and placing arrows, aiming at the Quintons with axes and swords.

"Persuasion?" Osvid looked at these ragged and bloodied Viking warriors, and couldn't help but feel a little pity in his heart, and couldn't help but say to little Pien once again.

"No, looking at their eyes, there is no intention of surrender at all, the archers shoot ~~~~." Little Pine shook his head, and he raised his earth sword and swung it in the direction of the Quintons.

"Whoosh, plop~~~." The archers let go of their fingers, and the arrows flew like locusts at the Quintons and the stone pillars behind them, almost every Quinton with several arrows in their bodies.

"Well, ah, Odin, open your eyes of wisdom." An old warrior of the Kunton tribe, with arrows stuck in his body like a hedgehog, pounced on the stone pillar of their people's gods with all his strength, slapped his hand on the stone pillar and left blood marks one after another, and fell under the stone pillar, his eyes wide open and refused to close.

"It's over, phew." Osvid exhaled a cloudy breath, he lowered his head and prayed silently for these Kunton warriors, even if he was a heathen, but this courageous and fearless defense of the faith was enough to make him feel respected.

"It's not over yet." Little Pine frowned and bit his lip with his teeth, as if he was struggling inside, but he finally seemed to have made some kind of determination in his heart.

"What do you mean, the enemy has been destroyed?" Osvid asked in surprise, but little Pine walked to the other side, where it was the house of the leader of Osborne, and by this time several of Arrod's soldiers had already pointed their weapons into the house, but they could only hear a soft cry and the crying of children inside the wooden door.

"Seal the door with debris." Little Pine pointed at the wooden door with the sword in his hand, and the soldiers looked at each other but no one dared to provoke this terrible young man, so he bowed and ran over to seal the door with wood, weeds and other items according to Little Pine's order, it was obvious that the women and children in the house didn't know what was going on, and retreated back in panic, but even the leader's house couldn't crowd so many people, and suddenly there was a sound of items falling to the ground in the house.

"Little Pyne, what are you going to do, that's enough, the enemy has already wiped out these are just a bunch of women and children." Osvid had a premonition that something bad was going to happen, and he immediately stood up in front of little Pyne.

"These people can't stay, they will be a scourge to the Earl." Little Pine explained to Osvid.

"What? But this is a bunch of unarmed women and children, how can you do such a thing. Oswald looked at his friend in amazement, as if he had known him for the first time.

"No, they are first and foremost a group of heretics and have clearly refused to renounce the heretical gods, and secondly, most of them are the wives and mothers of these Quinton warriors who died in battle, and their children will grow up with hatred, these are the dangers of Lord Earl, and I will not allow anyone to be a scourge to Lord Count who has been kind to me, so they must die." Little Pine said calmly, but his words were so cruel that Osvid couldn't refute Little Pine's words.

"You, you're crazy." Osvid said as he held out his finger and pointed at little Pine's lips quivering.

"Heap firewood around the house and set a fire to burn it all." Little Pyne ignored Osvid as he turned his face to the other soldiers and ordered.

Billowing smoke rose above the original Quinton village, screams and begs for mercy came from the chief's house, and the soldiers of Arold who were surrounding the house looked at the scene in front of them in amazement, as if they were in a purgatory, the smoke quickly suffocated the people inside, the sound of violent coughing and the sound of lungs inhaling hot air gradually disappeared, and soon the fire engulfed the leader's house, and the beams collapsed in the crackling sound, The shadows of charred corpses seemed to jump in the flames.

"God, God, forgive us." Osveld clasped his hands and knelt on the ground, muttering his head in prayer.

"Don't worry, my friend, I'll go to hell instead of you." Little Pyne's face turned a little pale, but he patted Osveld on the shoulder, and from the moment he killed his master physician and was saved by Arrod, little Pine decided to give his body and soul to Arrod, even if he went to hell for Arrod. (To be continued......)