The Norwegians, led by the war lords, walked out of the dense forest, carrying flags draped in animal skins, and the hairless white side was painted with mineral dyes with totems, usually in the image of crows.

There is a drum for every hundred Norwegian warriors, this simple drum is constantly beaten, the drum has the effect of boosting morale, in the drum encouragement Norwegian warriors are like beasts in heat, exaggerated tattoos and hideous faces, so that the Mecklenburg soldiers in the camp can't help but be nervous, and the recruits swallow saliva and look at the tall Norwegian crowd opposite.

"Don't flinch, there is only the sea behind us, hold your spears and swords, and stand shoulder to shoulder with your companions, this is your only support." The Master Chiefs of the Mecklenburg Regiment came into play, walking among the soldiers, shouting the names of the cowards and fiercely exoccupying their courage.

"Defense, pikemen come forward, swordsmen flank cover, crossbowmen ready." The commanders of the corps issued orders one by one, and soon the entire well-trained corps was in motion, because the Mecklenburg Corps had enough experienced junior officers that even the recruits were able to follow the steps.

"Yes, very responsive." Arold stood on the boat and looked out over the camp, appreciating the actions of the Mecklenburg Corps, but also sweating for the standing army that had been piled up with money.

"Woo woo ~ ~~." The Norwegians, who were not even feared by the fortifications of Mecklenburg, felt that they were like gods, and they all cried out to kill the southerners.

The sappers of the Mecklenburg Regiment built an earthen wall with the earth from which they had dug a trench, and pointed wooden stakes were inserted in the earthen wall, and the Norwegians had to find a way to fill the trench if they wanted to attack the wooden stockade, and of course the Norwegian war lords were not fools. They had some of the warriors carry the felled wood and carry the dirt and stones on their backs.

"Shoot~~~." Looking at the Norwegians pouring in like a tide, the Mecklenburg regiment gave an order, and with a sound of brushing, a dense mass of crossbows flew out of the camp, and the crossbows flew into the air and rained down like raindrops.

"Shield." The Norwegian War Lords looked up and saw the crossbows flying into the air, and they immediately shouted in an almost roaring manner.

"Hey." The Norwegian warriors immediately put their round shields over their heads and shrunk their bodies as far as they could, and of course their march slowed down.

"Huhuhu." The adrenal stimulation made the Norwegian warriors fearless, and the crossbows above their heads clanged into their shields, but they still marched towards the camp of the Mecklenburgers with heavy steps.

"Huh? Yes~~~. Suddenly, a Norwegian soldier stepped on the ground, and he felt the ground shake a few times, and before he could shout. A large pit appeared with him in the center, and three or four Norwegian warriors fell into the pit one after another.

"It's a trap." The Norwegian war lord, whose eyes were painted with green dye, looked in amazement at the warriors who had been swallowed by the pit, and the others heard the wails of the warriors in the pit.

"Pull them up." Someone went to the edge of the pit and tried to save his fellow people from the pit, but when he leaned over and saw it, he could only shake his head, and the pit was full of sharp stakes, and even if he rescued the fallen warriors, he would become a waste.

"Forward. Advance. "The Norwegian warriors, who had to abandon their companions, were urged by the warlords. Attack on the camp of the Mecklenburgers.

"Steady, steady." The sergeants of the Mecklenburg regiment, clenching their swords, stared closely at the approaching Norwegians from under their semi-enclosed helmets.

"Let the fanatics come up." The Norwegian War Lord grabbed one of the warriors beside him and gave him a loud order.

"Yes." The warrior lifted the tomahawk upside down. Running to the rear, the fanatics sat in the dense forest.

The Zealots sat under a large tree, they lit a roll of dried tissue of the fungus, squinted their eyes greedily as they sucked in the smoke of the fungus's burning, and handed it to their companions one by one. As for the shouting and killing in front of them, it was like a matter of heaven to them.

"The Warlord has ordered you to go to the front to fight." The Norwegian warrior, who had accepted the order, came up to the fanatical warriors and conveyed the order to them.

"Whew." However, the fanatics did not even blink an eyelid, still enjoying the ethereal sensation of smoke, and at the height of their lives, the fanatics would take off their clothes and laugh or cry wildly, some say that they entered Odin's Valhalla, and were drinking and talking with the heroes of ancient times.

"You goddamn fools, didn't you hear the order?" The Norwegian warrior who had accepted the order looked anxiously at the fanatic warriors who needed to reply to the warlord, and in his impatience, he grabbed one of the fanatics and tried to push him forward.

"Huh?" The fanatic warrior who had been pushed to the ground, as if awakened from a dream, stood up from the ground and looked at the Norwegian warrior with hatred in his eyes, as if he had interrupted his lifelong dream.

"You have to go to war, stop giggling, but~~~." The Norwegian warrior was trying to wake up the unconscious zealous warriors when he suddenly felt a gust of wind blow over his shoulder, and before he could figure it out, half of his body parted, blood and internal organs pouring out.

"Quack~~." The Norwegian, who had been split in half by the Zealot, fell to the ground, and the other Zealots laughed comically as if they were looking at a pile of dung.

"Alright, it's time for us to go ahead and have some fun." The leader of the Zealots stood up and slung two heavy battle axes on his shoulders, with the head of a bear on top of his head and the whole skin draped behind him.

The Norwegians walked through the trap area by numbers, although they lost some soldiers, but also cleared the way for those behind, looking at the Mecklenburgs who were close at hand, they let out a roar and rushed towards the fence and earthen wall, and the tall Norwegians who had been trained in the cold were like savage and crazy human bears.

"Pikemen defense." The sergeant major of the Mecklenburg regiment waved the sword in his hand, and the pikemen immediately stepped forward and put Rulin's weapons between the earthen wall and the fence, facing the Norwegians who climbed up, the dense turns of the spears and spears were moving, and the pikemen mechanically repeated the two actions of stabbing and retracting.

"Whoosh." Not to be outdone, the crossbowmen in the rear stood on the roof of the side van and fired from the roof of the car, effectively blocking the momentum of the Norwegians' attack, and the Norwegians who were shot rolled down the slope of the earthen wall with their necks around their necks. (To be continued.) )