Grace, the shield girl, used her sword to block the head of a pikeman, and her throat let out a roar like a lioness, the life of the Vikings is hard, in addition to farming is fighting, so even women are very strong, which is only comparable to the Qin people in the Warring States era of the Celestial Empire in Arrod's impression, the poorer they are, the more brave warriors are produced, Grace retreats while fighting, and is about to retreat into the woods, and the movement of the cavalry in the woods is restricted.

"Help." Suddenly Grace saw a shield girl surrounded by several Mecklenburg javelinmen, she knew the shieldwoman who was surrounded, and she could see that the shield girl was exhausted from continuous fighting, and that women were inferior to the men in terms of body, and the group of javelinmen obviously noticed this, and they surrounded the shield girl like cats playing with mice.

"Damn it." Grace looked at the woods that she could reach, and then at the shield maiden, who was almost desperate, and felt anger and humiliation in her heart. How they were defeated when they were equal in numbers, perhaps not to trust Krezer, the strange Norwegian man, who had many hidden lies in his words, this failure was unforgivable, but now to save her life in the next battle, or to save her companions, Grace was a little confused, but in the end the sense of responsibility prevailed.

"Whoosh." Grace ran in the direction of the shieldmaiden's siege, and as she went, she pulled out a javelin stuck in the ground and threw it in the direction of the Javelinmen, who sometimes used the javelin as a ranged weapon. The javelin buzzed through the air, and although it did not hit any of the cavalry, it caused the javelinmen to tighten their horses and dodge sideways, and the besieged shieldmaid took the opportunity to burrow under the horse's belly and flee into the woods.

"Drive it~~." Grace's attack annoyed the javelinmen, who gave up playing with the shield maiden and turned their horse's head and rushed straight at Grace, their horses' hooves roaring on the ground.

"I've got to run away." Looking at the approaching Mecklenburg cavalry, Grace quickly turned and fled, and the defeated Vikings around her were no longer visible. In other words, she had to face the enemy's pursuit alone.

The defeated Vikings instinctively fled towards the shore. Wherever their ships docked, the Vikings would usually get on board and flee if the raid failed, which is why they always raided close to the water, not too far from their narrow dragon-headed ships.

"How many people are left?" Kretzer looked at the Vikings who came back one after another. They fled to the shore in twos and threes. It was not easy to get rid of the pursuit of the cavalry. Now only a few dozen people have returned to the vicinity of the Dragon's Head Ship, and the rest have either been killed or disappeared and taken prisoner.

"That's all, damn it." The returning Vikings sat on the ground with a tired ass. Said angrily.

"Where's Grace? Did anyone see her? Krazer looked at the Viking warriors passing by and asked them about each other, but unfortunately no one saw the whereabouts of the shield maiden.

"We have to go, the cavalry of the Mecklenburgers are coming after us." At this time, from the trail of cavalry in the distance, the remaining Viking warriors hurriedly pushed their ships into the sea, and they were to return to the territory of the Danish king, and once again lick their wounds in preparation for the next battle.

"Damn it." Krazer saw no trace of Grace, and in a critical situation, it was impossible to put everyone in danger for her alone, so he had to turn around and jump onto the warship, and the narrow dragon-headed warship was pushed into the sea and rowed quickly into the depths of the ocean.

"Oh no, oh no." Just as the dragon's head ship rowed out a few nautical miles from the coastline, Grace did not catch up with this last ship with all her might, she looked desperately at the ship that was gradually moving away and could only see the tip of the mast that disappeared at the sea level, and her frustration and exhaustion welled up in her heart, and finally she fell to her knees on the beach when she could not support it, and the shield and sword in her hand fell to the ground.

"Gotcha, gotta gotcha." Suddenly the sound of horses' hooves came from the side of the coast, and Grace struggled to her feet, and she ran desperately along the shoreline, trying to avoid the cavalry chasing behind her.

"Ping-pong." But the two-legged man could not escape the speed of the four-legged horse, and when Grace turned her face, she felt a black eye, and her head was hit hard by a blunt object, and she fell to the beach by inertia, her face against the soft sea sand, and she felt that there was a gold star in front of her, and all the strength in her body seemed to be taken away.

"Lord Earl, those northerners fled by boat, and our cavalry did not catch up." Ted rode a few paces away from Arrod, tightened the reins of his horse, stopped and reported to Arrod.

"Take a boat, well, there is no defense in the sea." Arrod's brow furrowed, these northerners had been robbing and plundering in their narrow warships, and if there was a fleet he could block the Vikings' ships crossing the sea and defend them out of his territory, but unfortunately he did not have the money or strength to develop a navy now.

"Uh~~." Just as Arold had begun to think about how to develop a fleet, the soldiers of Mecklenburg had already begun to clean up the wounded Vikings on the battlefield, and the so-called clean-up was to stab the wounded soldiers with swords or spears, and there was no humanism and the Red Cross in this era.

"Wait a minute." Arold knocked his crotch horse with his foot, and walked slowly towards the battlefield full of corpses, the attendants holding swords and shields followed closely beside Arold, and the crows in the sky landed on the corpses flowing out of their stomachs, and they used their pointed mouths to reach in and eat fresh meat contentedly, even if someone passed by, they never flew away, but lazily flapped their wings.

"Your Excellency." When the Mecklenburg soldiers saw their monarch coming, they quickly stopped what they were doing and saluted the ruler who led them to victory, but they did not know what Arold wanted to do.

"Harlan." Arold watched as several Vikings, still panting and badly wounded in their legs and arms, lay on the ground covered in blood, and he shouted the name of the little squire, Harun.

"Your Excellency." Harun hurriedly carried a small shield and a sword, came to Arrod, and knelt down on one knee to report to Arrod.

"Take Xia Zuo and get rid of these Vikings." Arold pointed to the half-dead Viking warriors and said to the squires.

"Ah, ah, yes." Harlan looked up in surprise and saw that Arold had indeed given such an order, and he quickly stood up and waved to the other little attendants, who still didn't understand what was going on.

"Hmm, woo~~." Even if he knew that the other party was still a vicious Viking marauder just now, but looking at the Vikings lying on the ground covered in blood at this time, their faces were distorted by the pain and fear of the wounds, the little attendants looked at each other, they huddled together and pale, watching the battle from a distance is one thing, but being in the scene is really another thing.

"Uh-huh." The little fat man Xia Zuo looked at these Vikings flowing out of his belly, and turned around to help Sean vomit on the ground, which caused the surrounding Mecklenburg soldiers to laugh.

"Kill these marauders." Arold ordered loudly again, it is not that he is so cold-blooded and ruthless, if the little squires cannot see blood, how can they grow into iron-blooded warriors and even knights, and besides, those Vikings are no longer saved from their injuries, and it is better to give them a pain than to die of torture.

"Let me do it first." Sean looked at Harron, who was holding his sword tightly but his hand was trembling slightly, and stepped forward and said to Harlan.

"Yes." Harlan's face was a little pale, he hated himself for being so cowardly, he didn't even dare to kill an enemy who had lost the ability to resist, he felt his throat dry and couldn't help but swallow.

"Poof." Sean held a short sword of his choice, the body of the short sword was made into a wavy shape for some reason, but this did not affect its sharpness, and Sean recognized this weapon at a glance in the armory, he held the short sword and walked up to a Viking knight whose shoulder was kicked by a horse, grabbed the Viking knight's hair, forced him to lift his head to expose his neck, and then quickly grabbed the sword and pulled it, the Viking knight's throat made a popping sound, blood flowed from the wound, and the throat made a cheering sound.

"Hmm." The little fat man Xia Zuo couldn't help but feel like vomiting again, and the other little attendants also involuntarily turned their faces, and when Sean completed his task and walked over, they stepped back a few steps away from him.

"I'll come." Harlan had always considered himself the bravest of his squires, and he would not allow others to think of him as a coward, so he walked up to a Viking with a serious wound in the neck, raised his sword and stabbed him in the heart.

"That little squire named Sean is pretty good, isn't it, Lord Earl." John Berg, with the blood stains on his armor, walked up to Arrod, and he looked at the table of these little squires, and said to Arrod.

"The movements are very skillful." Arjod nodded, thinking that maybe this little squire named Sean had killed people, but killing people was not necessarily a bad thing in this day and age, and just then a cavalryman came up on horseback, and when he was about to walk up to Arrod, he put down a Viking man on his horse.

"What's going on with Ron?" John Berg saw that the cavalryman was Ron, the knight of the Inner Palace, and asked curiously.

"I caught a woman, a Viking woman." Ron said to John Berg right away.

"Oh, then why don't you kill him, shouldn't the Vikings be cleared?" John Berg asked curiously.

"But knights shouldn't kill women." Ron replied.

"Is she still alive?" Arold looked at the woman who was put down, he had the impression of this woman, when fighting against the ancestors of Prince Ward's guards, the blonde tall woman who inspired the Viking warriors, although her face was blue from the impact, and her nose was bleeding, but the fair skin and face like a marble sculpture, it was not difficult to find that it was a Nordic woman, if in the later era before Arold's soul crossed, she was not a European beauty model, or a celebrity or female star. (To be continued......)