Both sides were strong warriors, they lined up in an assault formation, and slammed into each other, the posture looked like a confrontation between two heavily armed rugby teams in Arold's eyes, the Vikings used wooden round shields as defensive weapons, and Prince Ward's guards used their own sturdy armor, their weapons were also heavy weapon battle axes, and when they were a hundred paces apart, they roared almost at the same time, raising their battle axes in their hands and charging at each other.

"Ping~~." The battle axe in the hands of the warriors of Prince Ward's Guard, a long, broad-bladed weapon that is unstoppable by the slash, usually holds the handle of the battle axe with both hands in the charge, holds it high above their heads, and swings it at the enemy as they charge.

"Ahh In a face-to-face round, three Viking warriors were slashed in the face and shoulder by a broad-bladed battle axe, the sound of weapons and shields resounded across the battlefield, blood mixed with teeth knocked to the ground, screams and roars were continuous, because of the attack of Prince Ward's guards, so that Kraser's raiding party was forced to split into two parts, I don't know why, when the pikemen retreated step by step, the Viking warriors' team was invisibly divided into two parts.

"Ron, Mushroom Knight." Arold looked at the Vikings who were gradually staggered into two parts, stretched out his left hand and pointed in the direction of the Vikings, and shouted two names, the knights of the inner palace were ready to go, and the knights' attendants hurriedly handed their horses and spears to their masters, and they were guarded by the side with long swords and shields, but Arold did not allow the squires to enter the battle, because they would slow down the mobility of the knights on foot.

"Take it." Ron led the five knights slowly from the left flank. The Mushroom Knights led the other knights from the right flank, and if Frazer had been a little more experienced in warfare, he might have found himself in a bad situation, but when the Vikings fought in anger, their fighting passion made them never give up until they defeated the enemy in front of them, which was the source of their strength, but now it became its flaw, and the hot-headed man could not think calmly.

"Kill, kill~~." Krezer was covered in blood, and he didn't know how many pikemen he had chopped. His bare/bare arms were covered in scars. It was the scar of the head of the spear, but the pain was insignificant by the mixture of hormones secreted by the adrenal glands and the pituitary gland in anger, but although the pikemen in front of him were beaten back and defeated, those who had lost their spears drew their pickaxes and short swords to fight them. Unflinching in the face of Viking warriors' attacks.

The fighters on both sides remained in a stalemate. The Vikings could not defeat the pikemen instantly. The German mercenaries were also unable to push down the enemy as usual, and the attack of Prince Ward's guards was a little sharper, which was the only thing Kreeser was a little worried about. However, the shield maid Grace is particularly good, she holds the battle axe and shield and leads the Viking warriors to firmly resist the attack of Prince Ward's guards, if Kraser can hold on a little longer to crush the phalanx of pikemen in front of him, then Kraser can lead the other Viking knights to turn around and support the shield maid Grace.

It would be nice if things really went the way Kreeser thought, but would Arjod let him get his way? Once again, the cavalry explained who was the real king on the battlefield, and Arold knew this, but did Krezer understand?

"Knight, hold your spear and prepare to charge." Ron drew his sword, and by this time the five knights he had led had reached his position, and the five knights were lined up, with their heads facing the flank and rear of the Viking knights led by Krezer.

"Al~~~." The knights echoed the sound of urns from their closed helmets, and they clenched their pistols and waited for Julian's orders.

"For the sake of the Earl, for the sake of honor, let's rush to the depths of hell." Ron took a deep breath, pointed his sword at his target and shouted loudly, then kicked the horse's belly with the spur on his foot, and the horse neighed and carried the knight on horseback to charge.

"Boom~~~." The knights followed and also kicked their mounts with their spurs, the sound of the horses' hooves roared on the earth, the knights also understood the content of the military discipline, walking at a distance, walking at a distance, walking at a close point, and galloping when approaching the last thirty yards, that is, the final charge, Arold's military code described the knights in detail by experience, and applied it to the actual combat of pen and ink training, which was indeed unexpected by the knights, and could not help but be deeply satisfied with the title of Arrod the Wise, The knights were not as stubborn and arrogant as they were hundreds of years later.

"What sound, what sound?" Krezer, who was fighting bloodily, suddenly heard the roar of horses' hooves coming from his two wings, and he immediately ordered his two Viking warriors to grab him by the ankles and lift him up, and he saw more than a dozen horsemen appear from both wings.

"Shield array, shield array." The Viking warriors immediately re-arrayed, and their experience in dealing with cavalry was still an impregnable shield wall, which was a rare move, but was their shield formation the same as they had hoped for today?

"Raven, why is it here?" Krezer inadvertently looked up and saw a flock of crows hovering above their heads, why Odin's messenger appeared at this time, was it some kind of omen or warning, the gods were always so elusive.

"Knight, spear charge." Ron roared and stretched out the sword in his hand straight ahead, leaning forward slightly, almost on the horse's back, the wind blew on his face, the knights' spears were laid down flat, tightly clamped under their armpits, five knights charged side by side, they believed in their close companions, horses and spears, if the source of the Vikings' strength was faith in the gods, then so did the knights and they valued honor more than ever.

When the knights' horses charged from two directions, the Vikings also believed that their shields could resist the knights' charges, but the neighing of the horses and the sharp spears on the horses were like hot knives cutting butter, breaking through the protection of the Vikings' periphery, and the impact sound was so loud that the original fierce fighting was covered, and the knights' horse spears overturned the shield wall of the Viking warriors, and then the horses rushed into the shield array, which was by no means the will of the knights but by inertia.

"Get out, find a way to get out." Julian's sword stabbed a Viking warrior in the neck, spurting blood onto his horse and his armor, but he ignored this and desperately tried to get the knights out of the enemy's shields, because the knights' advantage was in their own charge, so they had to make the most of it.

"Gray Law ~~~." The knights harnessed their horses, and with their heavy chain mail and swords, they slashed and drove away the Viking warriors who tried to attack, turning their horses' heads and backing back, taking advantage of the dizziness of the Vikings in the first charge, and retreating to charge again.

"Ahh One knight was slashed in the thigh by Krezer's tomahawk and fell off his horse in the middle of the retreat, and then several Viking warriors' tomahawks slashed at him, the poor knight's heavy chain mail prevented him from being killed instantly, but the blunt weapon of the tomahawk shook his internal organs to pieces, and the knight lay on his back on the ground, blood flowing out of his helmet and soaking the ground.

"Charge~~~." After the knights successfully retreated again, they immediately launched a second charge, this time the Viking warriors' shield array could no longer resist, and their horses collided with the bloodthirsty Viking warriors, and their shield array became scattered.

"Javelin charge." Arold's javelin cavalry also fell from the sky at this time, and in the absence of the infantry, the cavalry on the horse always outperformed the infantry, and the horse could kill an infantry by ramming and trampling it.

"Ugh." Krazer used his shield to block a knight's condescending slash from above, he felt exhausted, his throat burning like a fire, and when he looked around to find that his men were being dashed by Arold's cavalry, they could not regroup even if they tore their throats, and the phalanx of spears in front of them moved towards them in a perk of spirits.

"Ahh Kreze heard the voice of the shield maid Grace, and saw that the daughter of the former Danish king was covered in blood and did not know whether it was her own or someone else's, and there were few Viking warriors left around her.

"Retreat, Grace retreat." Kraezer finally gave the order to retreat, and he grabbed the arm of one of the javelinmen who had stopped to attack, pulled the javelin off his horse, mounted it, and shouted loudly.

"Retreat~~." Grace the shield girl breathed heavily, she felt that her hand holding the shield was trembling, and she almost threw away the shield when the sword of the cavalry struck several times, but she firmly remembered the words of the teacher who taught her martial arts, never give up your shield and battle axe, even if you die, so that the god Odin, the lord of the gods, will know that you are a heroic fighter, and point the spear at your corpse and lead your soul to the temple.

"The enemy is retreating, my lord." John Berg breathed a sigh of relief, a happy smile appeared on his face, Arrod's knights of the Inner House launched a decisive charge at the last moment, a full blow from the back made the Vikings crush, if this charge was too early, the opponent's strength could be resisted, if it was too late, the opportunity might be missed.

"Order the javelinmen to pursue, and the other soldiers to clean up the battlefield." Arold looked up at the sky, and in the sky crows were circling and flying, in Viking mythology they were the eyes and messengers of the god Odin, and this warlike god was so fond of watching the human battle that he wondered if he was satisfied with today's battle. (To be continued......)