In the days that followed, Egil led his Viking army to plunder everywhere, not against other aliens, but against his own people. The reputation is a little unpleasant, but people are invincible in the world, and seeing the yellow and white things accumulated after plundering the five tribes in the past few days, Egil said that the pressure is not great, and he can continue to work.

With money, everything is easy to do. Having plundered a great deal of wealth in the midst of the war, the well-fed army screamed and prepared to continue looting. And half of the loot that Egil got was because of the bug in the system, so there would not be a place where he couldn't sell it, and the unused gold and silver utensils, art and jewelry, etc., were all put into the system for cash. Combined with the plundered gold coins, Egil earned a total of five thousand gold in five days.

Sure enough, the robbery was much faster than the hard work I had accumulated.

Seeing that inns, carriage shops, gravel roads, pottery workshops, and winemaking workshops have been built in his own town, and small fishing grounds along the sea are taking shape, Egil sighed.

Later, he recruited two crossbow militia teams in the town barracks to supplement his lack of attack power in the long range. The militiamen armed with crossbows, although they were not very well trained, morale, and disciplined, had only light leather armor, and their melee weapons were only daggers - but as the most powerful and versatile ranged weapon of the Middle Ages, the crossbow's lethality was guaranteed. A total of two hundred crossbow-wielding militiamen in two teams will serve as Egil's long-range workhorse for a while.

In addition to this, Egil recruited two light patrol cavalry to supplement the lack of mobility of his army, which had been scattered after several previous raids had seen that Egil's forces were too strong to resist. Many of them have fled deep into the forest, and it will be a bit of a problem to find them again.

The knights of the Guards were dressed in the same heavy armor and tanks - although they were faster than men. But if you run too much, you will also breathe, and it is not suitable for pursuit. And the tomahawk cavalry, the speed is enough. However, these fellows seem to be more fond of slashing and slashing on horseback, and when they catch up with someone, they like to chop them down with an axe, and then use the braid in their hair as a rope and tie their head to their waists.

Damn it, don't they know how valuable these people are?! The population has only increased by more than fifteen hundred, and there is still enough farming, fishing, and hunting to provide food, and the total number of people in the towns these days is only five hundred. Coupled with the displaced people who have come to defect in the past few days, the population of Biad Town has reached 2,600 people, and there is still a long way to go before the upgrade goal of 5,000 people!

Therefore, in order to collect the greatest number of prisoners of war after the victory, a light cavalry force was necessary. Armed with a round shield and a short spear, a small number of them are also equipped with rope sleeves, and the patrol cavalry wearing leather armor is a genuine light cavalry, although the combat effectiveness is a little scum, and the morale is low, but the speed is not slow, the short spear in the hand can also be used as a stick, and after catching up with the captive, a stick is swept down, ensuring that he will fall with a blue nose and swollen face. After that, he obediently followed back to be a cow and a horse.

In this way, two groups of patrolling cavalry, a total of one hundred people, plus two hundred crossbow-wielding militia. The number of Biard's army increased to almost one and a half thousand. It can be said that the strength is quite strong.

The day after the recruitment, because the patrol cavalry could also do the task of patrolling and scouting, Egil left a team of Tomahawk cavalry in Biard as a garrison force - after thinking about it, he easily recruited a group of town guards with two hundred people, as the existence of the city management team, and patrolled the city without incident, by the way, to fight crime, to improve his sense of existence as a lord or something, and then went with the army to rob the mighty robbery.

It's just that this time is a little different - because of the performance in the previous battles, Egil has obtained a negative surname of greed for life and fear of death, and the morale of his troops is -1, so I don't know what the theory is, his perception of danger has gradually strengthened a little - of course, the most important thing is that on the holographic map, several groups of patrol cavalry suddenly disappeared inexplicably......

"The army slows down, stay on alert, the crossbowmen are wound!What about the patrol cavalry? Why haven't the patrol cavalry come back yet?!" and after such a shout, the entire Viking army also sensed that something was wrong, and the warriors began to guard the surroundings vigilantly, while the crossbow-wielding militia quickly put the crossbow machine on the ground, bent down and pulled the strings, and waited for further orders.

Norway's Black Forest lives up to its name, although the Viking warriors did not follow a beastly path. However, the surrounding forest density is still very high, and it is not visible from a distance of more than ten meters.

“...... Damn, damn it. After nearly three minutes of guarding, Egil cursed quietly, and then remembered that there was something called a telescope in his equipment. After all, it is also advanced equipment that has been advanced for hundreds of years, and it should be in Dafa Li City at this time.

I pulled out the monoculars with a brass case, closed my right eye, put it in front of my eyes, and slowly turned it—wait—pause—okay.

After that, I saw a lot of flying props inserted on it, and a few patrol cavalry and their war horses were staring wide-eyed. Sure enough, leather armor or something is very unreliable. The flying axe or something is really powerful......

"Damn it. Egil looked to the left—and then to the right, and roughly estimated, there were more than two thousand enemies in ambush this time—although more than half of them were makeshift combatants with fishing and hunting tools, but if not a single person was careful, harpoons, hunting bows, and cutting axes or something could kill.

"It looks like we're in the dark. Egil said to himself.

Such a number is basically the number of all the surrounding tribes combined. It seems that the other few days went a little too far, destroying five tribes at once, plus many people ran out, so the other tribes must have gotten the news and finally moved towards unity.

Although the relationship between these tribes may not be any better, blood vendettas and other things must be a bunch of piles. It is completely impossible to have human lives without other tribes in hand. But under the threat of the same enemy, anyone who is not a fool knows what to do.

"What should I do? There seem to be a little more people on the other side than rumored...... And it's equipped...... And if you look at the armor, it's like a legendary heroic spirit. Are we really going to fight them?"

At this moment, Egil did not act rashly because he was concerned about the number of opponents and the possible casualties. And inside the ambush party. The military leaders of several small tribes were also whispering.

Hearing is believing and seeing is believing, and before that, the remaining seven small tribes knew that Biad was strong. But more or less think that this is an exaggeration of the people who escaped from the small tribe that was destroyed. All of them wore full sets of chainmail and leather armor, were well-equipped, had cavalry troops, and there were many monster-like knights who wore silver shining armor even for men and horses.

It's all.

Of course, now that I actually see it, such an idea is gone.

"And you see those guys have crossbows in their hands! Hundreds of crossbows, bastards! That virtue must have discovered us! The surprise attack has lost its meaning! If you really fight, you will definitely lose more than win!"

After that, the head of this talkative guy was cut off with an axe.

"You-"

The guards beside the military leader of that small tribe instinctively wanted to go up and kill and avenge the enemy when they saw that their boss had been knocked down with an axe, but they only took a few steps and were shocked by the other party's terrifying spirit.

"I said united, we want to unite, I said war, we want to fight, since the surprise attack is meaningless, then let's fight with them with real swords. Cowards don't qualify to be Vikings!"

The man in heavy chain mail and holding a double-edged battle axe that was one size larger than everyone else had long blood-red hair, a blood-red beard, and blood-red eyeballs that were engorged and stimulated by the killing**.

Berserker, an authentic Norse Viking berserker, the pinnacle of Viking warriors. That's it. Even just looking at him makes you feel a shudder from the heart.

The Viking Berserker is not the murderous maniac who has become delirious after taking too many drugs as some people imagine. They are the perfect combination of ruthlessness and fanaticism - a good Viking warrior, and if you want to earn the title of Berserker, you must do the following:

Vikings are famous all over the world, and compared to the Caribbean miscellaneous of later generations, the Vikings are 10,000 times more brave than them - two dragon-headed warships that are not subordinate to each other and have no alliance after encountering each other, they will not be like other pirates, relying on the strength of the crowd to rush up, but silently put the two ships close together and set up a gangplank, and each side has a warrior to fight alone. After one of them dies, another warrior from the same side will continue to fight alone. In this way, it was not until all the warriors on one side of the ship died that this bloody and heroic contest came to an end.

And a Viking berserker was born in such a situation: the first to appear - and then kill dozens of Viking warriors on the opposing ship one by one in a heads-up battle. If you can do this, you will be crowned a berserker and enjoy endless honors.

However, very few Viking warriors were able to do this - if their opponents were other people, whether Celts, Gauls, Greetes, or Romans - they could all accomplish this.

However, their opponents were Vikings who were just as strong as they were.

The Vikings were the strongest, most furious, and most powerful warriors in all of Europe - and the Vikings of the Vikings were berserkers.

;