The Norwegians lost control of the sea, at this time under the joint attack of the Mecklenburg land and sea, gradually on the verge of collapse, more importantly, the Norwegians' military composition has serious flaws, the tribal military organization, relying on brave warriors to take the lead, ordinary tribal strong men in the rear support, all with a blood to fight, fighting a smooth battle is okay, once frustrated morale will collapse like a snowball.

Especially the Teutonic Knights, who attacked from the flanks and rear, brandished the mace in their hands, smashing the skulls of ordinary strong men who lacked armor, and Ive, Arold's elder brother, an excellent general, led the knights to constantly look for weaknesses in the Norwegians' positions, like a cunning hungry wolf, as soon as he found the throat of the other party, he unceremoniously rushed up and tore it with sharp teeth.

"Wow~~~." It was the first time the Norwegians had seen such a terrible formation, and even their war lords could not stop it, and the shield wall that the Norwegians had desperately organized was rapidly shrinking and dissipating like summer ice and snow.

"Charge, charge, my companions, my children, follow me to charge one more time and taste the blood of the infidels!" Yves howled loudly from his closed helmet, the mace on his prosthetic leg still hung with the flesh of the enemy, the white blouse stained with purple patches, and even the horse's coat under his crotch seemed to be soaked in a red dye vat.

"Boom~~." The Teutonic knights, who had undergone daily rigorous training and almost monastic discipline for the sake of honor and a moment of bloody battle, were now completely immersed in the atmosphere of sacred warfare, imagining themselves to be like the warriors of the Lord in the Bible, and the angels, wielding fiery swords, rushed at the demons and the infidels and threw them into the depths of hell.

"Ah~~." More and more Norwegians are looking at the devilish Teutonic knights. The knights of the tireless war machine, who did not care about life and death, fought almost as one, and in fact the Norwegians, although they were good at war, were not adapted to the battle of heavy cavalry.

"The Norwegians are scattering." Ron watched the blood boil around Arrod, if not the duty. He almost wanted to wear armor and sword in his hand.

"Well done, well done." Arold was also a little excited, his face was ruddy, and his eyes became bright.

The Swedish cavalry, which was supposed to support the battlefield, immediately turned their horses and fled when they saw that something was wrong, relying on the speed of their horses under their hips, and turned out to be the first troops to withdraw from the battlefield, which made the Teutonic cavalry stunned.

The Norwegians on foot were more miserable. They had been at the forefront of the battle, but now they were on the run of the Mecklenburgs, and the corpses of the Norwegians and the groans of the wounded could be seen scattered along the way.

However, not all Norwegians fled, and the fanatics completely ignored the flight of their compatriots and the unfavorable situation of the battle. Instead, they charged forward, but from above they were nothing more than a small wave in the sea, and were soon drowned in the Mecklenburgers' counter-charge. Even though the fanatical warriors are unusually berserk, they are stabbed into a hornet's nest by spears and swords in the absolute superiority. Leave only a pile of rotten meat in the dirt.

The victory of this battle soon spread like the wind throughout the Vikan Peninsula, and when Arold led the victorious army to the besieged Danish Old Wooden Village, the Norwegians, who were supposed to defend it, fled early.

"Ah, my friend, I knew you would come to fulfill the covenant." The hungry Danish king Banuk, who has been besieged and has vegetables. Standing in front of the wooden village to greet Arrod, he said that although he tried his best to pose as a king, his weak breath still revealed his suffering.

"King of Denmark, I have come to your rescue." Arold nodded slightly at Banuk on his horse, completing his courtesy. At this time, the Danes didn't care about this, and they craned their necks to look behind Arrod.

"Squeak, squeak." From the rear of Arold's army rang out the sound of wheels, and a group of miscellaneous servants came pushing a wooden cart with a lot of food, vegetables and fruits.

"Goo, Lord Duke, can you let my people eat something first, damn Norwegians, we're almost running out of worms in the field." The King of Denmark panted and looked at Arold with a begging gaze, and said to him.

"Of course." Arold kicked his mount and stood by the side of the road motioning for the Danes to fetch food.

"Oh woo~." When the Danes saw that the food was green, they did not hesitate to obey the king's orders, and rushed up to the wooden cart, and the man who grabbed the food refused to let go, and desperately filled his mouth.

"Get them some water." Arrold's brow furrowed slightly, he didn't expect the besieged Danes to be so miserable, he ordered Ron.

"Yes." Ron hurriedly asked the soldiers to bring water so that the hungry Danes would not choke on the food.

The Danish king Banuk, who was finally saved, was of course grateful to Arrod, and Arold also took the opportunity to ask Banouk for several mineral mining rights on the Vikan Peninsula, Banouk was slightly stunned, because Arold's mining area covered almost the entire Vekan, including the Norwegians and Swedes.

"Amber, I'm interested in the amber in your territory, and your craftsmen are able to process it very finely, and we can join forces to make a fortune by sea." Arold looked like a profiteer, and sat down with the Danish king Banuk, and the two of them were talking happily at this time.

"Well, that's fine, but the iron ore and several other mines you mentioned are in Norwegian territory, and I can't help you." Banuk said, touching his chin.

"I know, I just want your permission so that I can send someone to explore clearly, and if there is one, I want you to send someone to mine." Arold said.

"It's not a problem to buy some slaves, I mean the Norwegians won't sit idly by." Banuk explained.

"Hehe, the Norwegians are so badly wounded in this battle that I will appoint my brother and his men to do this, and at the same time spread the Lord's grace to the whole of the Vikan Peninsula." As soon as Arjord's words fell, he saw the Danish warrior sitting on Banuk's side stand up.

"Oh, Lord Duke of Mecklenburg, the Lord will appreciate your piety, you think exactly as we think, you can't impress the brainless Norwegians by preaching, we need to use sword and fire to make them know the power of the Lord." The Danish soldier still had a thick linen wrapped around his head, and it seemed that he had been wounded in the war.

"This is my diocesan bishop and a Danish warrior." Banuk smiled apologetically and said to Arold.

"Oh?" Arrod looked thoughtfully at the peculiar Norse bishop, and the other man puffed out his chest as if it were the king's reward for him.

(To be continued.) )