There is a fortress built by Viking warriors in Schleisug, which can be regarded as the administrative center of Schleisug, and the army of the Duchy of Mason marches on the territory of Schleswig, and sacks every Viking tribe that can be encountered, and soon rumors spread with the refugees who fled into the fortress, and the defender of the fortress in Schleisug at this time was the younger brother of the lord, and the lord himself was summoned by the king of Denmark to lead an army of more than 500 people to the Isles of Sealand to participate in the battle against Mecklenburg, They had no idea that the Masons would dare to attack their territory, but the Masons army arrived outside the fortress at noon one day in the middle of summer.

"It's also called a castle?" The Count of Thuringia rode on his horse and looked at the Viking fortress in front of him, a fortress made of wood, built of thick logs, although not as strong as the castle built by the skilled stonemasons of the Franks, but this rough wooden fortress was magnificent, and there was a stream flowing through the perimeter of the fortress, and a wooden bridge was built over the stream, which was a natural moat.

"As long as we take this place, the whole of Shileyisug will fall into our hands, the land here is not bad, and the forest is very dense." The Count of Weimar tightened the reins of his horse under his crotch, and the horse neighed and walked back and forth on the ground, and the Count of Weimar's trough was red and shiny, and the acquisition of land was a dream of the nobles, and his new wife had more and more material requirements, jewels and luxurious clothes, forcing the count to borrow money from the merchants to live.

"So what are you waiting for, let's surround the castle." The young face of the Count of Praun also had a smile on his face. His heart was hungry for victory and glory, and there was no better story to conquer the pagans than to be preached by the bards.

The Mason army soon erected fifteen wooden signs, which allowed the archers to hide behind and shoot at the Viking warriors on the battlements of the fortress, and could resist the bows and arrows from the arrow towers, and the vassals who besieged the Duke of El Bore in the castle were very experienced, and the first step was to fill in the moat in a place where the soldiers could wade, but the Viking warriors in the fortress of Schleisug would never let them do so, so whenever the Masons were close to the river, they were shot with longbows and arrows, As a result, more than two dozen Mason soldiers have been killed or wounded when they tried to fill it with earth.

"Quickly send more men to the arrow tower." On the fortress of Schleisug. The lord's younger brother, Jarson, commanded the two hundred Viking warriors who remained behind to guard the walls. The Viking longbowmen immediately stepped onto the wooden tower, pressed the bow with such force that it creaked and rattled, and then hung up the string that had been loosened normally. And the tight bowstring was pulled to ensure its elasticity.

"Lord Arson. So many southerners. It seems that the rumor is true. The Viking warriors watched the Mason army swarming under the fortress, but luckily at the beginning of the rumors, Arssen secretly tightened the garrison of Fort Schleisug. And the Viking warriors of Shileisug relied on the double-hammered Yalsson.

"Damn, what the hell is going on on the Sealand Islands? Didn't the king of Denmark go to attack the southerners? Why did these southerners come here in a blink of an eye? In the Viking culture, the war hammer is the symbol of Thor, the god of war in Norse mythology is the embodiment of courage and strength, every Viking warrior takes him as his patron saint, but the Viking warriors who use the war hammer are generally the bravest warriors, and only the bravest warriors can handle the weight of the war hammer.

"No matter what happens, we'll keep care of Shileisug, don't worry, Lord Yarsin." The other Vikings thought so and Yarson promised, confident that they would defeat the cowardly southerners.

The blue tomahawk banners fluttering on the walls of Shileisug seemed to show off their prowess to the armies of the Duchy of Mason, and the Viking warriors were fearless in the face of thousands of enemy troops, proud Norse warriors who simply did not care about the southerners, striking their shields with their tomahawks and sneering at the Mason soldiers who had failed to fill the river and retreated.

"Damn Vikings, let's humiliate them too." Duke Abel hated these Viking warriors, and he wore a richly decorated helmet with elaborate armor, leather gloves that had been stamped by armor craftsmen, and were decorated with violet arabesques, and Duke Abel wore a gold pendant even on the battlefield to show his noble status.

"What is the Duke going to do?" As the sister-in-law of the Duke of Abel and a vassal with great strength, Arcod, Count of Mecklenburg, was beside the duke, and when he heard the Duke of Able's words, Arold asked with some curiosity.

"Bring those Viking captives up." A mysterious smile appeared on Duke Able's face, and he waved behind him, commanding the knights in a loud voice.

"It's the Duke." The knights immediately dismounted and walked to the rear, their chain mail rattling as they walked, while several handymen carried a few logs to the front of the army and the position between the fort of Shileisug, and then picked up their tools and struck them with a clang, a strange act that made the Viking warriors forget to humiliate the Masons and watch in silence.

"Lord Duke, you are~~~." Arrodra pulled the reins of his horse, and made way for those who came from behind, only to see them strung with flax ropes as fifteen captured Viking warriors who had been captured by Mason's army during their raid on the burned villages along the way to Fort Schleisug, who were now led between the siege and Fort Schleisug by the knights of the Duke of Able, who were strangely followed by several chaplains.

"Christ Jesus, the Son, who was crucified by the Romans for the salvation of us, let these heretics taste the sins of Christ in the place of Christ, and may our Lord forgive them their sins~~~." Duke Abel stretched out the fingers of his right hand and drew a cross on his forehead, shoulders, and heart, and the handymen finished their work when fifteen crosses nailed of wood were laid on the ground.

"Oh, what are you going to do?" The captive Vikings were escorted to the cross by the duke's knights with frightened faces, and then forcibly pressed to the cross, tied their hands and feet with linen ropes, these captured Viking warriors were like a flock of lambs to the slaughter, completely lacking in their former fierceness.

"Is this to crucify them?" Arold finally saw the frenzy of religion, and crucified people alive was originally a punishment for the Romans, but since Jesus Christ was subjected to such a punishment, it has become a symbol of Christendom, and the Middle Ages did use this punishment to treat apostates and infidels, I did not expect that Arold can see it with his own eyes today.

"Yes, preachers, sing hymns, and may the blood of these pagans cleanse us from our sins." Duke Abel's cheeks flushed, and after being attacked by the Vikings, the Duke seemed to think that it was a miracle that he had survived such a chaotic night, a gift from God to his ruler, and in return for this gift he decided to preach the gospel of the Lord no matter what, even with blood and iron.

"Hallelujah~~~~." The chaplains nodded slightly at the Duke of Abel, their hair was shaved off on top, they wore white clergy robes inside, and a gray cloak to protect them from the cold wind, and each priest had a cross on his chest, at this time the extravagance had not yet spread throughout the continent of Europa, so their crosses were all very plain wooden zuò, and then hung on their chests with thin linen ropes, and the priests always grasped the cross with their hands, At the duke's orders, the chaplains opened their mouths and chanted hymns.

"Ah~~~." In the melodious hymn melody of these priests, the miscellaneous soldiers took out iron nails and placed them on the palms of the Viking warriors, and then struck them with iron hammers, and the captured Viking warriors let out a heart-rending scream, which was intertwined with religious hymns and was extremely eerie, and the Viking warriors in Schleisug Fort watched the scene in front of them with dumbfounded eyes, and had a new understanding of these crazy southerners.

"Stand them up." When the nails were driven into the palms of his hands and ankles, and the blood flowed down the wood on the earth, Duke Abel felt a mysterious power filling his body and mind, and he prayed silently in his heart, and then commanded again.

"It's the Duke." The knights of the Duke's personal guard replied, and then together they erected the fifteen crosses nailed to the Viking warriors, the weight of their bodies pulling at the wounds that made the Vikings wail again and again, but this did not affect the actions of the Masons, and between the camp where the Masons attacked and Fort Schleisug, this row of bloody crosses became a chilling sight.

"Lord Duke, do you want to pierce them in the heart with a spear?" A knight of the Duke's Guard asked Arold that this was the last procedure for the execution of prisoners, both in ancient Rome and in the Middle Ages, and that Jesus Christ was not crucified, and that the spear that pierced him in the ribs was the so-called Saint Langtus spear.

"No, let them do that." Duke Abel shook his head, and he wanted to let the wails of these Viking warriors tell the pagans of Fort Sùreyisug of the revolt. (To be continued......)