Under the urgent mobilization, the mercenaries near Mecklenburg gathered in the castle, they received their armor and weapons in the armory, the chain mail sent from the smelting base was sent to the armory earlier, this batch of chain mail was used in the drawing mechanism zuò, and then the blacksmiths clamped the wire into rings, and then the mobilized town women and old people sat together in an empty warehouse in the castle, and made it by hand, in the time when the Viking warriors crossed the sea, In total, the women and children had compiled more than thirty sets of chainmail shirts, which would be used by thirty German mercenary veterans.

"Put on chain mail and gauntlets for me, and I'll lead the soldiers to see for themselves what the Vikings are capable of." Arold said to Barron, his personal attendant.

"Yes, my lord." Barron immediately nodded to Shazo, including Shazo and Sean who immediately lifted Arrod's long chain mail up and put it on for the ruler of Mecklenburg, Barron took Arjord's two gauntlets and tied him to Arrod's arms with leather straps.

"Helmet, sir." Sean held a semi-enclosed helmet decorated with white feathers in his hand and was about to hand it to Arrod, but Arold did not take it.

"I remember your name was Sean, right?" Arold looked at the little squire with a gloomy temperament and asked Sean.

"Yes, Lord Count." Sean hurriedly lowered his head and replied to Arrod.

"Help me get my helmet right, Harun, you and your companions have learned how to use weapons." Arold said to Harun.

"Yes, Lord Count, I learned it in the Angry Lion Castle." Harun reports on Arrod.

"Good. Go to the armory, look for armor and weapons for you and your companions, and go into battle with me this time, and you will be at my side and at my side. Arold smiled and said to the squires that the little ones had given him a glimpse of his future retainers, not only for themselves, but also for their heirs.

"Great." Harlan and the others smiled happily, it was the wish of every squire to be able to go to the battlefield like a true warrior, and only by serving their monarch on the battlefield would they be promoted and harvested.

"Lord Earl. We gathered sixty German mercenaries and twenty soldiers of Prince Ward's Guard. Others may arrive within three days. At this time, Johannberg, the deputy head of the German mercenary regiment, strode in, and the chain mail on his body made a rattling sound as he walked. The sound of boots on the ground echoed through the hall.

"Don't wait. How many archers do we have now? Arold tightened the leather of his arms. Facing John Berg, he asked.

"There are twelve archers in the gathering." John Berg replied after bowing to Arold.

"What about the cavalry?" Arold asked again.

"Ten javelin cavalry are on standby, plus your knights of the Inner Palace, we have twenty cavalry." John Berg thought for a moment. replied to Arrod.

"Very well, let's go." Arold said with satisfaction that it was enough to gather more than a hundred soldiers in such a short period of time, and these soldiers were by no means ordinary conscripts, but German mercenaries who had gone through bloody battles.

"Hold on to your crossbow, you tremble like a quail." Andrew the Mad was almost mad, and the recruits guarding the bunker looked at the Viking warriors with hideous faces and roaring like angry devils, many of them were frightened, and those who had not experienced real war were not easy to face the tall and bloodthirsty Viking warriors.

In fact, deep down, Andrew was also shocked by these crazy Viking warriors, and they put their shields above their heads in groups, and from time to time lifted an archer from the shield wall, and the archer shot arrows at the bunker, and then was lowered by his companions, and they used their bodies to form a shield wall to block the arrows in the bunker.

"We must fire iron bolts and destroy their shield walls." Cress bowed his head from the battlement, an arrow fired by a raiding longbowman flying over his head, and while the crossbowmen in the bunker could shoot the bolt from a high position, the Viking warriors' thick round shields held back.

"Alright, iron arrows on the bed crossbow." Andrew the Mad agreed, and the four crossbowmen hurriedly placed the iron bolts on the bed crossbow, and then aimed them at the shield wall formed by the Viking warriors.

"Launch~~." The bolt was ejected by the bowstring and flew straight towards the wall of shields formed by the Viking warriors, who may have made mistakes at night, but during the day the Vikings were targeted by their huge size and dense shield walls.

"Ah~~~." The crossbow bolt smashed into the shield wall, telling a truth that human power was nothing to mention in the face of mechanical power, and the crossbow bolt pierced a round shield, nailing the man behind the shield, and inertia knocked his corpse backwards.

"Crossbowman, where to shoot." Taking advantage of the gap in the Viking warriors' shield array, Andrew immediately ordered the crossbowmen in the bunker to concentrate their attacks, and the crossbowmen immediately aimed at where to pull the bracket.

"Kraser, this will not work, we must get close to the bottom of the tower." Grace, the shield girl, immediately filled the void with the shield in her hand, but even so, the three Viking warriors in the shield array were shot in the arms, thighs, and shoulders by crossbow arrows, and although they would not be killed instantly, they were already incapacitated.

"You're right, we should go in." Krazer glanced at the crossbowmen in the tower through the gap in his shield, and from time to time he shot crossbow bolts from the shooting holes below.

"Shield Array Forward." The Viking warriors gradually approached the tower with their shields, as they did when attacking the strong walls, protecting the warriors inside with impenetrable shields, and as they approached the gates, there were blacksmiths who specialized in destroying them, or simply smashing them with battle axes.

Looking at the Viking warriors who were gradually approaching below, Andrew laughed, I really don't know how Arold knew about the offensive methods of these Viking warriors, but every defense method arranged by Arold seemed to restrain these Vikings.

"Get to the door, let the blacksmith open it." When attacking under the goal. Krezer said to his companion beside him.

"Yes, let me do it." Vikings were excellent navigators and hunters and fishermen, but there was no shortage of good blacksmiths, a Viking warrior who was a blacksmith before the raid, picked up an iron wedge from his waist, his weapon was also related to his profession, it was an iron hammer, he inserted the flat end of the iron wedge into the hinge of the door, and then struck it with his hammer, and as he knocked on it, the door began to loosen.

"Huh~~~." Suddenly, the Vikings were concentrating on breaking through the wooden door. Scalding hot asphalt falls from above. Even though the wooden shield was above his head, the black viscous asphalt that flowed down from the gap stuck to the Vikings inside, causing the people in the shield wall to let out a terrible howl.

"Spread out. Disperse. "Vikings attacked from above. Hurriedly scattered from the doorway to dodge. The blacksmith who had been knocking on the door was poured on his head and face with hot asphalt, and he threw down the iron wedge and hammer in his hand. Falling to the ground and letting out a terrible howl as if it were not human, the Vikings around looked at the companion who had been burned beyond recognition by the black hot asphalt, but was still rolling on the ground, with a look of fear on his face.

"Hmm." Krezer couldn't stand it anymore, and while standing in front of him with his shield, dodging the flying crossbows, he stepped forward and slashed at the blacksmith's neck with his battle axe, ending his suffering.

"Damn the Germans." The death of their companions made the Vikings even more angry, and as if they had been beaten with blood, they rushed to the wooden door and raised their tomahawks and slashed at them, and the wooden door made a loud noise, and the hinges, which had just been half-smashed by the iron wedge, began to loosen.

"Forcefully, be careful to dodge the asphalt." Krezer stood on the perimeter, directing the Vikings to attack the entrance to the tower, occasionally pouring hot asphalt on it, but it was not enough to threaten the Vikings to leave the doorway.

"Squeak, boom~~~." In a final effort, the wooden door of the tower was finally smashed, and with a tooth-aching creak and a thud, the entrance to the tower was finally opened.

"Rush in and slaughter those bastards." Kraere excitedly raised the battle axe in his hand and ordered the Viking warriors who followed him to attack.

"Oh woo~~~." As if seeing treasure beckoning to them, the Viking warriors used their shields to block in front of them, raised the short-handled battle axes in their hands, and crowded into the doorway, but the door of this tower was so small that it could barely accommodate a tall Viking Tongguò, and as soon as a Viking warrior rushed in, his neck was pierced by a spear sticking out from the right side of the inside, but the Viking warrior didn't care about the spear that pierced his neck, he threw away the shield in his hand and grabbed the spear with his shield-holding handWith a sharp pull, he pulled the Mecklenburg spearman who had stabbed him over, and then slashed his face with an axe, and his brain burst and splattered.

"Block the entrance, block the entrance." The defenders of the first floor were mostly hand-to-hand soldiers armed with swords and spears, who shouted and stretched out their swords and spears in an attempt to block the doorway, while the crossbowmen of the second floor stepped on the wooden ladder between the first and second floors, firing crossbow arrows at the doorway, and the soldiers on both sides pushed and shoved together at the narrow entrance to the tower, and from time to time someone screamed, blood gradually flowed on the ground, people's shoes stepped on the slippery ground, and others tried to drive each other out or rush in. (To be continued......)

PS: "Han Xiong"

He built a nation with dignity never before seen.

He gave a race the confidence to stand tall for a thousand years.

His country name became the eternal name of a nation.

There is no difference between the unjust soul under the saber and the triumph in the saddle, all lives are equal, and no one has the right to be deprived without reason.

No one can casually bully the people of the Han Dynasty, and no one can loot and kill at will on the land of the Han Dynasty. No matter how powerful our enemies may be, the blood of the Han family will eventually inspire us to take up the sword and fight for our own dignity and honor.

It is necessary to let these steppe Tatars learn the bravery of the Han family and use their corpses and blood rivers to create the glory of the Han nation.

The clouds roared to the sky, and the big man rose up.

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