The Norwegians, with the zealots as the main force, broke into the camp of the Mecklenburgers, and many pikemen had already dropped their long weapons and drew their swords at their waists to engage the Norwegians in hand-to-hand combat.

"Attack." The Norwegian war lord kept grabbing the people around him and pushing in the direction of the Mecklenburg camp, and when he saw that there was a retreat, he was punched and kicked, and the Norwegians hated cowards very much, and they would be killed with an axe on the spot.

"What sound?" As the Norwegian war lords tried to attack, they heard a muffled sound like spring thunder, and the lords looked around.

"Look over there." A sharp-eyed war lord pointed with a battle axe in his hand, and the others saw a group of monsters rushing out of the dense forest on one side.

These monsters have iron heads, the leader of which has long horns, they are shrouded in white robes, holding long spears in their hands, and their crotch mounts are covered with the same white smocks, and decorated with black cross patterns.

"It's cavalry, heavy cavalry of the southerners." The Norwegians were not all ignorant, and there were also those who had followed the pirates from north to south immediately recognized what was coming at them? However, at this time the Norwegian warriors were attacking the camp with all their might, and completely unaware of the Mecklenburgers, hiding a heavy cavalry outside the camp.

"Stop them." The Norwegian war lords, whose hairs stood on end, realized the weakness of their flanks and hurriedly organized a team to resist, especially the soldiers with spears.

"That's not enough." The other warlord shook his head, knowing that it would be difficult for the infantry to withstand the heavy cavalry, especially in a hurry.

"Get the Swedes here." The Norwegian War Lord ordered.

"Boom~~~." The Teutonic knights trampled their horses on the ground with their crotches in their crotches, and the knights looked at the dense Norwegian position from the sight of the fully sealed helmet masks, and they clenched their carbines and waited for the most opportune time to put them down.

"Steady. Steady. Holding up his mace-mounted prosthetic leg, Yves shouted loudly to the Teutonic knights, whose rough voice was unusually loud in the sound of horses' hooves, and it was important to raise his voice on the battlefield in the Middle Ages.

The Norwegian warriors formed two fronts, and they formed a shield wall with round shields in their hands, hoping to withstand the onslaught of the Teutonic knights. But will they be able to get their way?

"Swedes, get your ass on horseback, we are under attack by the heavy cavalry of the southerners." The Norwegian warriors conveyed the orders of the war lords to the Swedes, who had been resting at the rear of the battlefield, wearing fur and leather armor and leading tall Norse horses covered with coats made of coarse wool and plant fibers, which served the same purpose as the Teutonian smocks.

"Yes." The Swedes, hearing the order, also realized the seriousness of the situation, and they immediately jumped on their respective mounts and rushed to the battlefield of fierce fighting.

"Teutonic knights attack~~~." Yves swung his prosthetic leg hard. Commanded the Teutonic knights.

"Oh~~." The Teutonic knights squared their pistols, the Teutonic knights tucked the hilt of their pistols under their armpits, the Norwegians had never seen such a long spear on their horses, and the well-trained Teutonic knights consciously maintained their formation, and pushed the Norwegians in a row of five or ten men to the Norwegians' position.

"Ping Pong ~~~." Immediately, the spear was like a sharp knife that easily cut into the butter, and when the tip of the spear hit the Norwegian's shield wall, it immediately knocked the Norwegian behind the wooden shield into the air, and the Norwegian who was thrown into the air smashed it the person behind him. Before the Norwegians could recover from their panic, the second and third waves of the Teutonic charge came. The Norwegians, who were pried open of the shell of the shield wall, suffered heavy casualties.

"This, that's it?" The Norwegian War Lords watched as their organized defenses were torn apart by the three waves of the Teutonic Knights' charge, while the damned Teutonic Knights threw down their carbines and drew their heavy maces. Horses rushed into the midst of the Norwegians, causing a bloody storm.

"Stop them." A warlord led his men with a battle axe and rushed towards the Teutonic knights, but the Teutonic knights were like tireless war machines, wielding barbed maces with barbs and scraped away a piece of flesh from their enemies with a single swing. What's even more terrifying. The mounts of the Teutonic knights went on a rampage, knocking their enemies to the ground, stomping on their big hooves with iron horseshoes or breaking bones from their kicks.

"What happened next?" The Norwegians who were fighting in front of them panicked when they heard the shouts of killing from the side and rear, and the most terrible thing on the chaotic battlefield was to be copied from the back road, and the psychological shock and fear brought by the battlefield were beyond imagination.

"The barbarians are shaking, and the swordsmen drive them out." The two-handed swordsmen, keenly aware of the panic of their enemies, encouraged their companions with hoarse voices, many of whom had fought alongside the desperate team, and who had stood firm even under the frenzied attacks of the fanatical samurai.

"Pull the fleet over." Arold held the side of the ship in his hand and gave orders to the captain.

The Mecklenburg fleet, which had been quietly moored in the sea, suddenly sailed towards the shore, and the Norwegians, who were busy dealing with attacks from both sides, clearly did not notice the movement of the fleet, and soon their war lords would be forced to swallow the bitter fruit.

"Right here, stop." Arold ordered the fleet to drop anchor and halt when the ships were some distance from the shore, and the sails of the ships were rolled up.

"Bring the bed crossbow up." Each ship was equipped with three bed crossbows, which were mounted by soldiers on the bow and side of the ship, and next to them were four barrels filled with crossbow arrows. The bed crossbow was aimed at the Norwegians, who were being crushed and crowded by the Teutonic knights on the shore, and with a command, two or three meters of heavy crossbow bolts were fired into the middle of the Norwegians.

"Whoosh~~~, poof." The heavy bolt made a cracking sound, easily hitting a Norwegian, and carrying the Norwegian to impale another warrior beside him, and the crowd was plowed with a groove of blood by the heavy bolt.

"Damn it, bastards." The Norwegian War Lord looked at the enemy on all sides, and he finally understood why Arold had chosen this place as a battle ground, and the Mecklenburgers were able to attack them not only from land but also from the sea.

"Retreat, we are abandoned by the gods." The Norwegians made desperate noises, and the Mecklenburgers were caught off guard by the constant appearance of Teutonic knights and new weapons.

"With rockets, and give the order for an all-out attack." Arold looked at the commotion of the Norwegian crowd and ordered Ron beside him.

As the trumpets sounded, the pikemen and swordsmen in the camp shouted and launched a counter-charge, while the Teutonic knights did their best to spread fear among the Norwegians, and just as the Norwegian war lords expected the Swedes to come to their rescue, they saw the Teutonic squire cavalry rushing in the direction of the Swedish cavalry, completely cutting off the hopes of the war lords. (To be continued.) )