Krezer calmed the Viking warriors, who were tired from a night of raids, lurking in the woods for the next day, and sometimes chopping down people was a hard task, and the Vikings lay on the ground with their tomahawks in their arms, and the rest of the men quickly fell into a deep sleep except for a few men with bows and arrows.

"Click, click." Krezer didn't sleep, he put on his fur coat, sat on a rock, held a rough grinding stone in his hand, and rubbed the blade of his tomahawk again and again, after dozens of strokes, the thick clouds in the sky were lifted, revealing a bright moon, the light of the moon shone through the gap between the branches and shone on Krezer's body, the movement of his hand stopped slightly, and then raised his head to look at the moon in the sky.

"What a bright moon." Kratzer took a breath of cool air, shook his head, and threw his wet hair over his shoulders, if the moon appeared earlier, he was afraid that it would be discovered by the defense towers of the port, it was really like the protection of the gods, he put down the battle axe in his hand and wiped his nose, I don't know when the once weak body has grown into such a strong Viking man, a word kept swirling in his mind, "Buster, Baster." ”

"What's the matter, Krezer." The shield maiden's voice came from behind her, and she seemed to hear Fraser's whispering, and thought that Frazer had noticed something, so she got up and walked behind him.

"Well, it's fine. I'm wiping weapons. Kreeser lowered his tomahawk, but as a Viking warrior, a weapon would never be an arm's length away from his side, and he turned to look at Grace, the shieldmaiden with a gray wolfskin draped over her shoulder.

"Why can't you sleep?" Grace knew that sometimes even experienced warriors would lose sleep before battle due to excessive excitement or various reasons, so a good warrior must be able to overcome these factors, but under Grace's observation, the Norwegian named Krazer would never lose sleep for these reasons.

"I like to have all my weapons ready before a fight." Kraere explains to the shieldmaiden Grace that it is a sign of respect for her saving her life, but Grace does not believe Kraeser's words.

"Sometimes talking to someone can ease the pressure, and this is what my father told me." Grace sat graciously on Kraser's side. Kreeser was the commander and leader of the next day's operation. If he is not in good shape, it will definitely lead the entire raiding team to failure, and the god Odin hates failure.

"Your father? Is he also a Viking warrior of the King of Denmark? Krezer asked curiously.

"No, he's not." Grace's blue eyes showed nostalgia, and she shook her head at Kraser. I saw his puzzled look. So he went on to explain. "My father was the previous King of Denmark, but he was killed by the current King of Denmark, Knumba, in a heads-up when I was only ten years old."

"What? Daughter of the previous King of Denmark. Krezer was shocked. Unexpectedly, this shield girl, who never lost to men in the battle, turned out to be the daughter of the previous Danish king, but soon Kreze understood that this must be a heads-up for the throne.

In the Viking tradition, although the leader is sacrosanct, and the freedmen must obey the leader unconditionally, whether it is an earl, a tribal duke, or a king, if there is a hero in his jurisdiction who is recognized by the majority of the freemen, then when the authority of this hero gradually approaches the leader, he can send a heads-up invitation to the leader, and the leader can choose to agree or refuse, but few leaders refuse the heads-up invitation, because the Vikings are a proud and brave people, The refusal to go it alone is a huge blow to the authority of the chief.

"That's right, Knuba had the support of most of the freedmen, and he challenged my father, eventually defeating and killing him to become the new king of Denmark." Grace's voice was calm, as if she had become accustomed to such things, and at least instead of driving her and her mother away, Knuba took care of them and made her a shieldmaid.

"At least your father died in battle, and God Odin will take his soul." Krizer said to Grace that the Vikings were not afraid of the dangers of this world, and their only concern was that they could not die in battle and die on the sickbed, so that their souls would fall into hell according to the ancient tales, but Grace heard the story in his sad voice, so he waited patiently, the Vikings loved to listen to stories, whether they were exciting heroic epics or sad stories.

"Yes."

"My father was a tribal leader in Norway, they crossed the sea in the summer to raid the Anglo-Saxons, and in the winter they returned to Norway loaded with looted supplies, and in one of the raids my father raped an Anglo-Saxon woman, he didn't take it seriously at the time, and returned to his territory by boat in the winter, but when he led the raiding warriors to the land of the Anglo-Saxons in the following summer, the strong/ The violent Anglo-Scattered women brought him a baby. Saying this, Kretzer stopped, there is no need to go on, he is an illegitimate child, an illegitimate child without any inheritance, Grace doesn't know how to comfort Kreeser, the gods always make all kinds of jokes, although it was not funny for people at the time, but since it was fate, then he could only accept him.

When the sun shone over the woods the next morning, the Vikings were awakened by the cuckoo calls in the woods, and they yawned and played with each other to wake up their companions, and Krezer, the leader of the raiding party, was already at the forefront of the group, watching the Viking warriors who stood up and walked in front of him.

"God Odin has sent down to us a revelation that we will achieve the final victory, even death is only a way to the temple, and I can't wait to sit beside the Lord of the gods and taste the best mead." Kraezer snarled and encouraged the Vikings with his tomahawk in his gruff voice, and when he heard his last words, the Vikings burst out laughing, and the laughter shook the leaves overhead.

"Wow~~~ The will of the god Odin." The Viking warriors raised their tomahawks and roared loudly, like a pack of wolves stimulated by blood, and they struck the edge of the shield with their tomahawks, making a muffled sound that faintly reached the ears of the defenders in the defensive towers of the harbor.

"It's Tema's damn Viking." The face of the big sword Rex changed, as a robber who had cut the path, he was very aware of the behavior of these bloodthirsty Norsemen, the name of the berserker is not a story, and the way of fighting as death is the style of these Norsemen, thinking of this, he glanced at the panicked recruits around him, and his brows couldn't help frowning.

"Light the wolf smoke and tell Lord Count of Mecklenburg that the Vikings have indeed come to our land." Andrew the Mad commanded his men, and by this time the other two bunkers had risen from the smoke and the inhabitants of the harbor had fled under the advice of the defenders, but some of the merchants who had lost their friends and companions in the inn asked to enter the bunker with their weapons and join the guards against the mad Vikings.

"You already knew if the Vikings were coming, so you built these three towers, and if that is the case, why don't you build a wall so that our friends and companions will not die." However, some merchants, after entering the bunker, looked at the cleverly designed sturdy brick bunker and complained disapprovingly to the defenders.

"Hmph, build a wall? So how many men does the Earl have to use to defend the walls? The layman just keeps his mouth shut and obediently obeys the arrangement. Andrew the Mad glanced at the merchant with disdain, and dismissed the other party in just a few words, saying that it was better to build a long wall in this port, which was not an important military strategic point, and to use strong pillboxes to defend against enemy attacks, and abandon other unimportant places, which is common sense in the military experience of Europa, which is short of manpower.

"Listen, those Yankees are coming." The great sword Rex shouted loudly from the top of the bunker to Andrew below, Andrew listened and hurriedly pushed away the merchants who were in the way and climbed to the top floor, only to see that with the sound of Peng Peng constantly knocking, a group of Viking warriors armed with round shields and battle axes gradually came out of the woods outside the harbor, they were either wearing blond hair, wearing iron helmets alive, their eyes were looking directly at the location of the three towers, their faces were hideous and their eyes were full of greed, and they let out a threatening sound as they walked.

"Shoot the stone with the bed crossbow first." Andrew the Mad looked at the Viking warriors with contempt, although they seemed to be powerful, but as a veteran who crawled out of the sea of corpses and blood, there was nothing to threaten him.

"Yes." The four operators hurriedly pulled the tight double-layer crossbow strings, filled the firing pouches with egg-sized pebbles, and then aimed in the direction of the woods that the Vikings had drilled.

"Launch~~~." Andrew the Mad looked at the Viking warriors approaching the port, he slowly drew his sword, and pointed diagonally towards the place where the Viking warriors were concentrated, and let out an angry roar from his throat.

"Hum, hum~~~." The crossbow operator gritted his teeth and slammed down the mechanism next to the crossbow, ejecting the pebbles with a bowstring made of flexible linen and wool, and a pile of stone eggs flew through the air towards the Vikings. (To be continued......)