The Mecklenburg regiment firmly held the perimeter of the camp, and with the crossbow bows, the Norwegians could not take a step beyond the minepool, and just as the sergeants were secretly relieved, they suddenly saw that behind the shields raised by the Norwegians, many people were carrying stones and dirt, and threw stones and dirt into the trench to fill it, and gradually filled a section of the trench only half a body high from the earthen wall.

"Stop them." A sergeant major immediately rushed forward and shouted loudly to the soldiers beside him.

"Oh~~." As Sergeant Major Mecklenburg rushed over, a burly Norwegian soldier with a bald head and a red beard grabbed a sharp wooden stake stuck in the earthen wall with both hands and jumped into the camp with all his might.

"Ping Pong~~." One by one, the Norwegian warriors jumped in through the same gap, and as soon as they entered the camp like hungry wolves into a flock of sheep, they swung their battle axes at the pikemen, many of whom were slashed in the legs and waists, and they fell to the ground with a wail.

"For the glory of Germany~." Just as the Norwegian warriors were slaughtering, a roar came from both wings, the voices of the swordsmen who had inherited the glory of the German mercenary regiment.

They wore domed iron helmets, short-shirted chain mail, and held half-handed or two-handed swords, with only a pair of knee-pad iron armor on their legs to facilitate the wielding of their swords and charges. With the roar of glory, the swordsmen rushed into the midst of the Norwegian warriors, and after years of fighting on the brink of life and death, they were undaunted even by the tall and burly Norsemen, and immediately fought with the Norwegian warriors.

"Well done." The Sergeant Major looked at the Norwegians who were blocked, and the German swordsmen were strong-willed and loyal on the battlefield, allowing the Sergeant Major to focus on the pressure of the front.

"Crackle~~." Just as the German swordsmen were entanglement with the Norwegians who had broken into the camp, and the pikemen were trying to plug the gap, the disguise rose again. A sergeant major was walking behind the pikemen when he heard the sound of wood cracking.

"What's wrong?" The sergeant was stunned, and he immediately rushed towards the place where the sound had come from, but before he could get there, he saw several pikemen almost soaring into the air and falling heavily on top of him, and several of them rolled and fell to the ground. Fragments of broken spears were scattered all around.

"Whew, it tastes wonderful." I saw that the wooden fence on the earthen wall was smashed out of a gap, like the old man's open teeth, and a fanatical warrior holding two battle axes appeared at the gap, he raised his head unhurriedly and took a deep breath, and the smell of blood stimulated his belligerent nerves even more.

"Damn brute." The sergeant major who defended this area pushed away the pikemen pressed down on his body, and he struggled to hold the ground with his hands, the armor on his body clanging crisply.

"Whoosh~~~." The crossbowmen on the off-box cart saw the zealots who had broken in. Immediately pull the string of the crossbow with the hook at his waist, fill it with the bolt, and aim it at the Zealot, who is as burly as a half-iron tower, the goal is very obvious, and it almost misses the Zealot with little difficulty.

"Pounce~~." The bolt struck the fanatic in the chest, but he only glanced down at the bolt slightly, as if it had been shot at someone else.

"Hey, hey." The Zealot grinned, and he raised two battle axes and charged at the sergeant major. The wind whistling from the swing of the tomahawk.

"Will the Mecklenburg Legion be able to hold the camp?" Ron, who was watching from the boat on the sea, became worried, and he hesitated to say to Arold.

"The legionnaires can hold on." Arold through a telescope. Seeing that the Mecklenburg legionnaires quickly adjusted, they were led by sergeant majors at all levels, and they advanced to support the front line layer by layer, even if the Norwegians were arrogant for a while, but it was bound to not last.

"That's good." After listening to Arold's words, Ron was finally relieved.

"Order the Teutonic Knights to attack." But Arold followed. But it took Ron by surprise.

"Lord Duke, didn't you say that the Mecklenburg Legion could stop it?" Ron asked.

"I said they could hold it off, but I can't let the Legion lose in this bird and let the Teutonic knights go out and settle the matter." Arold put down the single-hole telescope in his hand. The soldiers who fell under the Norwegians' tomahawks, each of them were very valuable combat power, and it took a principality to feed such a standing army, and they should be sacrificed in a more valuable place.

"Let out wolf smoke." Ron turned his head and shouted to the sailors on the ship.

Hearing Ron's order, the ship's sailors immediately brought a copper basin and lit the wolf dung and burning materials inside, and the smoke rose straight into the sky, Arold glanced at the wolf smoke and turned his gaze to a dense forest on the left side of the beach.

"Look, it's the signal to get us going." A Teutonic attendant in the dense forest watched the sea intently, and when he saw the wolf smoke rising from the ship, he immediately ran cautiously into the depths of the dense forest, and reported it.

"Hah, it's finally time for us to show what we're up to." Yves sat naked in a piece. Exposed on the rocks outside the sand, his eyes were slightly closed, and he took the helmet handed by the squire beside him, he was wearing heavy chain mail, lobster-like iron armor on his arms, and bright shin armor on his legs, in order to avoid the detection of the Norse, there were only thirty Teutonic knights in the dense forest, and their mounts were all wearing halters.

Yves stood up and put on his fully enclosed helmet, and mounted his war horse with the help of his squires, his white leotard swelled slightly in the sea breeze, and the sound of metal clashing sounded in the dense forest, and the knights mounted their horses one after another with the help of the squires, and of course, there were thirty squires and cavalry out of thirty knights.

The squire cavalry was not protected by the heavy equipment of the knights, but the squire cavalry was armed with a pointed wooden shield, leather armor, and was armed with short swords and spears. There is no need to worry about their combat effectiveness, as they are trained exactly according to the way knights fight, so the destructive power as a medium cavalry is amazing.

"Blow the trumpet." Yves said with a sigh from the fully enclosed helmet.

"But Lord Flag Bearer, aren't we in hiding?" The Teutonic knight on the side asked curiously.

"It's in battle now, you donkey-headed fool." Yves scolded unceremoniously, but the other party was not angry, and the Teutonic knights knew that the more Yves scolded him, the closer he became.

"Woo, woo, woo~~~." A dull trumpet sounded in the dense forest, and gradually reached the camp in the fierce battle, but the Norwegians were in the middle of the battle, and did not notice that the sound of the trumpet was different from theirs, but the Mecklenburg legionnaires could distinguish it.

"It's the trumpet of the Teutonic Knights." The bloodied face of the Master Chief couldn't help but grin at the corners of his mouth, at this time the Norwegian troops had advanced halfway, and half of them were stopped outside the camp, and the noise and fighting resounded all around. (To be continued.) )