The strategy of the Viking warrior leader may be correct, there is no shortage of examples in the history of world warfare, the strong may not be able to win the war 100%, and the weak will not necessarily be wiped out, in the famous Battle of Thermopylae in Western history, the Spartans fought bravely in the face of enemies several times their own, and finally achieved a miraculous victory, resisting the conquest of the Persian army, if the Viking warrior leader led the warriors of his tribe out of the city in the middle of the night, A thunderous blow to the Masons' command hub, even if it can't kill Duke Abel as the commander, will inevitably disrupt the Masons' siege command head, or at least slow down the Masons' attack.

"Shh When night fell, when the noise of the people in the Mason camp outside the village had gradually become less noisy, a total of forty Viking warriors gathered at the wooden gate, they were waiting for the orders of their leader, these Viking warriors also included women who could fight, in order to survive in the bitter cold sometimes women would take up arms and learn to fight, and even become better than men, so every Viking tribe had a shield maiden.

"We must be as light as a bobcat, as cunning as a wolf, as angry and joyful as a bear, as good luck as an eagle, and the Viking warriors Odin are watching you, and Valkyrie hovering over us." The leader of the Viking warriors, carrying his battle axe, walked at the front of the procession, encouraging his men, and looked up at the dark night sky as if the beautiful Valkyries were really there.

"Yes. Yes. The Viking warriors' chests rose and fell, anger gathering in their hearts, they bent over the battle axes in their hands, their eyes full of anger and bloodlust, and behind them were their wives and children, they had to fight their enemies to gain a chance to survive for their families, to earn their souls a place in the temple of Odin, and they thought that their battle tonight might be spread by the bards, and they could not help but despise death and pain.

"Well, it's an honor to be able to fight alongside you. At the temple of the great god Odin, we drank honey side by side at the bar. The Viking leader nodded in satisfaction. He patted each Viking on the shoulder, called their names, and promised to meet at Valhalla when death came.

"It's time." A Viking warrior reminded his leader that it was an exciting time, with a mere forty men against an army of four thousand. This kind of achievement will definitely be noticed by the battle-loving god Odin. Listen. The cries of ravens came, and they were the eyes of the god Odin.

"Open the door." The leader of the Viking warriors frowned, and said to several Viking warriors with a stern expression. The Viking warriors nodded, their arms propped up the heavy wooden bolt, and with a slight rattle of the bolt, the door was silently opened from the inside.

"Let's go~~~." The Viking warriors had a twisted smile on their faces, as if they were not dying, but participating in a grand feast, where they could eat, drink and be merry, and walked out of the wooden gate of the village side by side, led by the leader of the Viking warriors, at first they moved slowly and gradually began to trot, and the sound of rapid breathing sounded in the dark night, but at this time the Masons did not seem to realize this, in their eyes the besieged village was simply a lamb to the slaughter, Only a madman would have thought of opening the wooden door of the barrier and coming out of it to fight against an army many times their size, but they forgot that the Viking warrior's other nickname was Berserker.

"Ah~~~." The two Mason soldiers with spears yawned, the Masons did not forget the role of the sentry, but they had been marching for a day, and their bodies were already exhausted, and they watched their companions lie down on the soft grass to rest, but they had to stand guard and stand guard, this kind of taste was really a kind of torture for those who had not experienced it, and there was nothing to talk about in the middle of the night.

"I say, is the Count of Mecklenburg sure we can defeat the Vikings? I've heard that the Viking warriors are the most feared enemies in the world. One of the Mason soldiers, in order to avoid falling asleep, had no choice but to speak to his companion.

"God, the Viking warriors are of course the most terrible enemies, I just hope to be able to return to my hometown alive, it is enough to serve the lord, I must save a sum of money to buy a piece of land to live quietly before I retire." Another Mason soldier shook his head and complained, as if he had long since ceased to want to fight, sitting on a chopped log, wrapped in a thick woolen blanket, and in front of a growing campfire.

"Don't worry, I predict that you will, at least today we will definitely not die, such a small village will be conquered tomorrow morning." The Mason soldier laughed and patted his companion on the shoulder, jokingly saying that it was true that in anyone's opinion, there were only two ends for this village, surrender and become a slave, or defeat and become a slave, there was no third way to go, but fate was playing a big joke on them.

"I know~~ uh." The Mason soldier, who wanted to buy a piece of land to live peacefully after retiring, straightened up and was about to smile and speak, but the smile on his face froze, and his body fell forward to his knees.

"What's wrong with you? Ah~~~" His companion was shocked, and saw the head of a javelin piercing through his companion's chest, and a large drop of viscous blood dripping from the sharp tip was particularly obvious in the light of the campfire, and when he raised his head, he saw a face as hideous as a devil emerge from the darkness, and a Viking warrior appeared in front of him without warning, and before he could exclaim or pick up the weapon in his hand in panic, he heard a sharp sound of breaking through the air, and a long arrow pierced his throat, Then he felt the world spin around, and he heard the sound of sharp metal weapons cutting bones, and his cheeks felt the touch of soft grass, and in his eyes he saw a familiar body, but it had no head.

"For our family, for the grace of God Odin, kill ~~~~." Suddenly in the camp of the Masons resounded the war cry of the Viking warriors, the battle cry was particularly terrifying in the dark forest, like the devil of hell climbed from the abyss to the world, roaring at the poor and helpless people, the Mason people who were sleeping and resting woke up from their dreams, they were almost at a loss in a state of confusion, the unfamiliar qiē around them made them feel terrified from the bottom of their hearts, and from time to time the terrible Viking warriors who came out of time wielded battle axes, setting off a bloody storm around them was the source of chaos.

"Ah, help, the Viking army is coming." Soon rumors began to spread, the army of the Masons was falling apart in rumors and confusion, and for the first time, Duke Ebel's army encountered this terrible late-night raid, and the army composed of peasants and townspeople and noble knights was already complicated, and there was no run-in between them, and they would not trust each other, if they could not see anything on weekdays, but once they were hit, this rift would become extremely obvious.

"Lord Duke, get up quickly, we're under attack." Duke Abel was resting in his tent, but when the riot could not be contained, his duke's personal guards and knights hurriedly dragged the sleepy-eyed and disheveled duke out of the tent to escort him out of the chaotic place, but at this time, the command system of the army under Duke Mason became chaotic, and there were weapons clashing and screaming everywhere, and the knights had to draw their swords to force back those soldiers who approached them, and put Duke Mason, who was only wearing a white lining, in the middle in the cold wind.

"To the Count of Mecklenburg." I don't know why Duke Abel instinctively gave this order, although Arold and Duke Abel were merged, but Arold's German mercenary regiment was used to camping on its own, so the two parts of the army were a little far apart, and Arold's army was stationed a little closer to the west.

"Chief, look there." A sharp-eyed Viking warrior saw Duke Abel fleeing with a torch surrounded by knights in chain mail, and immediately pointed his bloody battle axe at it, and shouted loudly to their leader, "It must be a big man who can indeed be surrounded by noble knights."

"Well done, move closer to me, leave those miscellaneous soldiers alone, kill there." The leader of the Viking warriors pointed in the direction of Duke Abel's retreat, led the Viking warriors who could gather around him, lined up in a shield formation and rushed over, and flipped the Mason soldiers in front of him to the ground along the way, and then the Viking warriors in the rear raised their axes and slashed, although the Viking warriors were small in number, but among the more numerous Masons, it was like no one.

"Oh no, those damn infidels are catching up." The knights of Mason, who fled with one foot deep and one foot shallow, noticed the abnormality in the rear and quickly turned to the direction that the Viking warriors were chasing, they were still a little bit close to reaching Arold's camp, and if they were caught up at this time, they were afraid that Duke Abel would inevitably die or be humiliated.

"We're here to stop them, and the others are leading the Duke to the Count of Mecklenburg." Three of the brave knights volunteered to come out, and they told their companions to flee with the duke, and they were ready to fulfill their sacred oath to defend the life of the Duke of Abel and the honor of their knights, and they would not regret it on the spot. (To be continued......)