The snow had not melted on the tops of the tall cedar trees, and in the desolate field a few brown figures were running, wearing round iron Viking helmets, coarse linen clothes covered with animal fur, and they carried round shields and battle axes on their backs, as if some flood beast were chasing them behind.

The Viking warriors crossed the highlands and forests, trekked through tidal flats and swamps, and finally reached their destination, a road made of gravel and mud that winds and twists under a hill, and anyone who has been to Mecklenburg will find that they use the same techniques. At the top of the hill was a walled city made of thick cedar trees, and the Viking warriors gasped for breath, they looked at each other and nodded.

"Open the door, and we've got news for King Banuk." When the Viking warriors came to the gates of the walled city, they raised their heads and shouted at the Norse archers on the gatehouse.

"It's the Border Ranger." The sentries on the gatehouse immediately lowered the wooden drawbridge and erected it on the trench outside the walled city, which was filled with sharp wooden stakes that served as a moat.

"What do you say? The Swedes and Norwegians are united and ready to invade my land? "Banuk wears a gilded crown with the image of a cross carved into it, indicating that he has converted to Catholicism and is a Catholic king.

"Yes, Your Majesty." The Danish ranger stood in the middle of the wooden palace and reported to Banuk.

"What's wrong?" At this moment, Grace, dressed in a long white dress, walked in, followed by several shield maidens with round shields, unlike other Christian countries, although the Danes were naturalized to Catholicism, some of their customs were still retained, especially the recognition of women's status.

"The Swedes and Norwegians are ready to rob us." Banuk sat on the throne with his ass. Gray sat unceremoniously on the throne parallel to him, and the Danish ranger hurriedly repeated what had happened.

"It must be that our town is growing too fast, and those stubborn guys are red-eyed." Grace said disdainfully, after the naturalization of Catholicism, it did bring a lot of changes in Denmark, the advanced farming technology of the southern Catholic countries. and the support from Mecklenburg that led to the good development of Denmark, especially the prosperity of the sea lanes, which enriched the country of Banuk with goods.

"I have to fight, but I don't have enough fighters, even with German mercenaries, it's only enough to defend the fortress." Banuk touched his chin, a little overwhelmed, he was gradually getting old and decrepit, and he was unable to guide his warriors into battle.

"Are you going to watch the enemy ravage our land? Robbing our people? Grace's voice raised in pitch, and she retorted angrily.

"My Queen. I didn't say that I didn't care about our people, I just wanted to protect them more safely, maybe let those Norwegians snatch a few vases and send them away for a sum of money. Banuk said to Grace.

"Ha, you're a warrior, is your blood already cold? Bring my son over. Grace turned her face and shouted to the nurse beside the column, who was crying with a little baby in her arms.

"Yes. Her Majesty the Queen. The nurse hurriedly handed the prince to Grace.

"Are you going to let your son laugh at your cowardice?" Grace hugged her child and said loudly to Banuk.

"I~~." Banuk looked at Grace and the child in her arms. He was proud that he was able to have children.

Inspired by Grace, he felt as if he was young again, and the courage that had been lost was returned.

"Fight, Your Majesty."

"Fight, fight, fight." The Danish warriors in the King's Hall howled. Although they converted to Christianity, the thirst for war remained in the depths of their souls until they were awakened.

"Well, for my queen, for my children. and the glory of the Lord, gather my vassals and soldiers, and we go and smite the filthy invaders. Banuk announced loudly to the crowd.

"Woo woo ~ ~~." The calling trumpet of the king of Denmark sounded, and those who heard the trumpet immediately conveyed it to the others, and so on that soon all the vassals of the king of Denmark and the freemen of the land took up arms and gathered together.

"Four thousand, they're all here to serve you." When the four thousand men gathered under the walled city, the bonfires were lit like stars in the sky, and the vassals rode into the walled city in turn, and entered the king's hall to drink mead, and Grace commanded the servants in the walled city, like a calm general, and said proudly to her husband.

"There are so many people, the materials in my warehouse and the money in the money cellar are going to be spent, and they are simply here to eat me." But Banuk frowned, not at all happy.

"Be happy, when you defeat the Norwegians, they will definitely pay a lot of money to redeem their lord." Grace encouraged Banuk Road.

"Holy Lord, please bless us, defeat those evil infidels, with lightning, with pestilence, with incredible fireballs, to smash their skulls, to burn their flesh, so that the grease on the corpses falls into the filthy dirt, Amen~~." The bishop of the court of the King of Denmark prayed aloud.

"Amen~~." All the Danes in the hall had crosses painted on their chests, and indeed after the Holy See sent the clergy, they soon influenced a large number of Danes to join the holy religion. But these Danish bishops still couldn't change their irascible temperament, and even the originally mild Catholic rituals were made by them like a roar before a battle.

Early the next morning, the Danes, under the guidance of the Danish bishops, marched to the place of battle with the holy banner embroidered with gold thread, and they lined up in a long procession like snakes, singing rough hymns in their mouths, and Banuk rode on a white horse, and he only felt that the leather straps of his armor were out of breath, but the victory and glory made him unable to bear the discomfort.

When the Danish army came to a swamp and tidal flat, the Norwegians and Swedes were already waiting there, dressed in the humble clothes of their ancestors, armed with round shields and battle axes handed down from their ancestors, and looking unkempt at the swaggering Danes.

The Danes have been religiously naturalized, technology has been introduced, and trade has flourished, so even the most ordinary Danish soldiers are brightly armoured, not to mention the bright tomahawks and brightly painted round shields, when the Danes look at the Norwegians, they feel like they are looking at a group of beggars, and the Norwegians actually feel a little inferior.

"Let's pray, pray before the battle." The Danish bishops held their crosses alof, and the Danes, in four tight formations, knelt on one knee and drew crosses in front of them.

"What are the Danes doing?" The battle lord, who commanded the combined Norwegian and Swedish forces, looked at the kneeling Dane and asked curiously.

"They were praying to their gods."

"Ha, it's funny, the gods will only greet true warriors in the sacred temples, and not a bunch of guys who worship the wrong gods, and Odin has given up on them." The Battle Lord's face was painted with tetems of cyan clay, his body was covered in a thick bear skin, and he carried a broad-bladed battle axe and round shield in his hands, but he had no defensive equipment.

"Victory is ours, Odin, Odin, Thor, Thor~~~." The Norwegians and Swedes shouted with their tomahawks, and they also lined up in several dense formations, leading the battle lord towards the Danes.

"Let's attack." Banuk stood up after praying, he mounted his horse with the help of his retinue, and looked at the Norwegians pushing over like a tide, he nodded and drew his sword, and commanded his men in a loud voice.

"Roar, roar~~~." The Danes lined up side by side to form a wall shield, and the first row of people tapped the edge of the shield with their tomahawks, and the two Vikings were like two different tides, gradually approaching each other, until they collided violently, and the shields and shields made a loud ping-pong sound.

"Oh damn it, my blood is boiling, give me a tomahawk." The Danish bishop, who was originally at the back of the line, watched the Vikings colliding together, slashing each other with their battle axes, blood splattering in the center of the position, and screams and roars resounded in the air.

"Bishop, where are you going, we, we should stay here and pray." The missionary who had come from Rome to teach the rituals watched with amazement as the bishop he had carefully taught, took off his robes, picked up a tomahawk from the ground, and roared into battle.

(To be continued.) )