In the early morning, after breakfast, the clansmen sat together, or polished their weapons, or chatted casually, and no one looked nervous on the sixth floor. Not only were they not afraid of the coming war, but they were extremely excited and looking forward to it.

This is the Vikings, this is the incomparably powerful Viking consciousness, this is the will to fight that they have passed down for countless generations.

As time slowly passed, people's hearts became agitated, and just as this emotion began to creep in, the clansmen in charge of reconnaissance in the distance suddenly ran towards them.

After listening carefully to the scout's report, Evan was silent for a moment, quickly analyzed the situation in front of him in his heart, and quickly made a decision.

He waved his hand to his men behind him, and the Vikings who had gathered together immediately divided into three teams, leaving the largest group, and the remaining two teams ran quickly to the left and right, and disappeared into the low bushes in a short time.

As everyone stood in formation, the sound of footsteps could be heard neatly in the distance, Evan had explained his tactics last night, and after the last collective training, everyone was now basically able to do what the tactical arrangements required.

The footsteps were getting closer, and the figures were getting clearer. If you look closely, a black column of about a thousand people is approaching their location. At the head of the ranks were dozens of horsemen, all riding tall horses, wearing heavy armor and holding long swords.

"Stop!" With a proud face, Henry grabbed the reins of his horse and shouted orders for his troops to cease their movements. The group came to a halt about a hundred meters ahead of Evan and them.

Henry looked at the line behind him, the thousand people lined up in a very neat line, and he couldn't help but feel a little proud. Thinking that this group of capable warriors under his command was about to fight against a group of barbarian fools, he even saw the end in his heart early.

He was on a horse, his waist straight, and his face was untouchable. Henry, who was sitting on the horse, looked at the pagan wrapped in animal skin on the opposite side with a look of contempt. Looking at the wooden shield and hatchet in his opponent's hand, he even wanted to laugh a little.

"First row shooting! The second row is ready, the third row of spears is ready. Seeing the army standing on the opposite side and preparing to form a formation, Evan didn't care whether you were ready or not, and with an order, countless arrows shot towards the other side.

Hearing the sound of the other party, Henry looked up at the opponent's position, but when he raised his head, the old man shot a dense arrow head, and suddenly frightened him from the horse, and fell heavily to the ground, but fortunately he picked up a life, only to see that his war horse had been shot by countless arrows, neighing and struggling.

Henry never thought that the opponent would dare to take the lead in attacking with only three or four hundred people, isn't it right that there are few people who should defend? What is this path? No gentlemanly demeanor on the battlefield at all?

But before he could figure it out, the arrows kept coming, and he saw that the soldiers who had just lined up had become a pot of porridge. Countless soldiers fell from arrows, and more often than not, the screams of the wounded soldiers.

"Shield!" Seeing that his soldiers were caught off guard like headless flies, Henry came back to his senses and shouted, and under his command, the soldiers raised their iron shields one after another and formed a defensive formation.

With the defensive formation formed by the shield, the loss immediately decreased, and countless arrows were blocked by the shield and fell to the ground one after another, and only a few unlucky ghosts were shot into a certain part of the body due to the lack of cover.

Seeing that the soldiers on his side stabilized the formation, but more than 100 people were killed or wounded, Henry was extremely angry in his heart, he was actually attacked by this group of uncivilized savages? He's going to shred this garbage into pieces.

"The cavalry is in front, the infantry is behind, charge me!" When he saw that the opponent's arrows had basically lost their effectiveness and finally stopped shooting, Henry shouted loudly with red eyes, hiding under his shield.

Hearing his order, the soldiers stepped out from behind their shields, shouted and rushed towards the opposite side with their weapons raised. The rest of the cavalry also crossed out and slaughtered the opposite side.

The distance is getting closer, eighty meters, seventy meters, sixty meters! The pagans on the opposite side stood still as if they were stupid, neither attacking nor defending, and one by one they stood stupidly like stakes for slaughter. Henry was at the end of the day, when he saw such a situation, he was happy to come from his heart, in the end, he was a savage, and when he saw his powerful army charge, he was immediately taken away from his soul, and he had to wait for death.

But why did the young man who gave the order just now have a strange expression on his face, and the group of savages beside him also gloated? A bad feeling came to his mind, and Henry couldn't help but slow down, wanting to see what was going on.

Just when he stopped and saw that the cavalry had rushed to the front, and there was still a distance of twenty or thirty meters, he suddenly saw that the cavalry rushing to the front was thrown out of the way. The soldier jumped into the air and flew far away, and Henry knew what was going on, only to see a large pit suddenly appear in front of him, and the horses and soldiers scrambled into it.

Seeing that the other party really fell into the trap that he had dug yesterday, and now he was thrown on all sides, and finally a few soldiers acted alertly and braked the car dangerously by the edge of the pit, but the soldiers behind couldn't stop for a while, and when they touched the soldiers in front of them and squeezed him down, the scene was chaotic for a while.

"Warriors, throw spears!" Evan is not so kind, you have to do whatever it takes on the battlefield, whoever gives the other party time to prepare is a fool, the battlefield is your life and death, everything for victory.

With his order, more than 300 people each had a wooden spear, raised their right arms high, and rushed forward a few steps, throwing them one after another for a while, not only them! The more than 200 clansmen who had just separated from the ambush also threw spears from the hiding place.

For a moment, the spears in all directions drew a beautiful arc in the air, and then suddenly pierced the lower part of the air, completely enveloping the sky over that small area, and suddenly the neighing of horses and the screams of people mixed into a sad song, and countless people were killed on the spot by the long wooden spears.

After these two rounds of sneak attacks, most of the opponent's thousand-strong brigade has been killed or wounded, and the original disparity in strength has returned to balance again. But he didn't hurt a single soldier on his side, and his morale was high. On the other hand, because of a series of huge losses, the remaining soldiers no longer have the courage to fight again, they just want to run for their lives now, they don't want to die here, they want to return to their parents, even if they are ordinary farmers, they don't want to be soldiers.

But sometimes there is only one choice in life, and a choice is a lifetime, and now they are a choice that represents a lifetime, and they have no way out.

"Warriors! Bring out your sharp weapons and charge me! Kill them all!" Seeing that it was almost over, Evan raised his arms and roared, and rushed out of the city first, and behind him, every Viking let out a "whoop" cry of "whoa" with great excitement, rushing towards the enemy as if attending a banquet.

At the same moment, the people who had been ambushed on both sides also jumped out to participate in this murderous feast, and in an instant, screams, blood, severed limbs, and dead people ...... At this moment, an elegy of life and death is played. The sand was stained red with blood, and the blood slowly gathered together and flowed out to the sea, and the waves washed away the traces of blood again and again, as if to take away these young souls who had died suddenly.

The crows chirped and flew in the air, they waved their wings high and low in search of a place to fall, and there were already corpses all over the field, and the dead were almost all in a kind of costume, and a group of Vikings with short axes and animal skins stained red with blood, from time to time rummaged through the bodies of the dead underground. When you encounter someone who is not dead for a while, raise the black short axe in your hand and shine it on your head again, and with the crisp "click" sound, completely end the other party's life.

Evan stood aside with his face covered in blood, and there were more than a dozen corpses under his own hands lying beside him, looking at these originally vivid faces, it was already cold at this time! Feeling the fragility of life, Evan looked at the blue sea in the distance without saying a word.

The blue sea breeze was gusting, and on each of the dozen rafts lay a dead clansman, with their respective weapons beside them, and their bodies were covered with tall branches, Evan took a torch in his hand and lit the branches himself, and the flames lit all at once, and the lit rafts sailed towards the depths of the sea with the sea breeze.

The Vikings standing on the shore, with no sorrow on their faces, smiling and muttering words in their mouths, were happy and proud of their companions who could go to the feast of the gods Odin, and their dreams were that one day they might die so honorably and sing and dance in heaven with these friends.

While Evan was holding a send-off ceremony for his dead people, Henry, covered in mud and embarrassed, was riding his horse towards the central town of King Aemond's administration.

King Aemond was in the main hall today, and he did not sleep until noon and wake up naturally as usual, nor did he pay attention to the beauties around him, and he had no appetite for the delicacies on his plate.

He, along with the high priests and nobles, gathered in the hall and watched the minutes tick by. When evening finally came, the people who had been waiting here for a day were no longer in the mood to chat, they sat on wooden chairs and bowed their heads in silence, not knowing what they were thinking.

Having arrived early in the morning, they knew that this morning the great general Henry would lead the best of his troops out of the city to exterminate the northerners who had plundered their territory, and they sent their most sincere blessings to the soldiers and generals, and the high priest himself prayed to the warriors who defended their homeland.

Seeing the well-equipped and confident team drifting away, they did not disband, but came to the main hall very tacitly, and they wanted to know the exciting news of victory as soon as possible.

Although they were confident in their hearts about exterminating this group of infidels, who numbered less than five hundred and were poorly equipped, as time went by, they became extremely anxious in their hearts.

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