"Rush!"

It was impossible to tell which side made the first cut, and when everyone came back to their senses, in addition to the earth-shattering killing sound, someone had already fallen.

Oran has only one goal, the opposing coach "Hestein".

He is the root of all evil, capture him and win this battle quickly.

Less than five minutes into the fight, Oran's confidence scales began to shake.

The right flank of the Anglo-Saxon ranks faced collapse.

A young man in black armor commanded his men to slaughter like a tiger.

Orlan didn't know who it was, but at this time, if he pulled his left wing over, it would be too late to help, and at the risk of one wing collapsing, Orlan raised his gesture, and the titan who was fighting behind him took out his horn and blew the trombone.

We can no longer stand by after the war.

The hospital riders heard the trombone kicking the reins, their eyes like swords, and they rushed forward.

This battle cannot be hidden, if it is lost, it will be defeated, and all the nobles who participated in the war will take out their family resources.

Counting Oran, the heavy hospital riders who are close to sixty riders are bent on moving forward.

The armor and shield of the Vikings are very hard, but the war horse in this short distance, with the war spear and heavy armor, exudes a terrifying aura that swallows everything.

……

"Protect the Chief!"

The Viking warrior team closest to Hestein gathered their formation and concentrated their fire on the Orlan cavalry.

Battlefield rush killing, more than equipment, more than courage, more than luck.

In the riders, Tuman was also present, and he drew his longbow as he ran.

In the middle of the velocity, when he fired this cold arrow, he was lucky enough to pass through the gaps in several Viking shield walls and almost kill Hestein.

Although he did not succeed, Hestein lost his balance when he flashed the arrow, fell off his horse, and his soldiers surrounded him in a panic.

For nearly half a minute, Hasstein didn't even get up.

The battlefield is ever-changing, and these twenty seconds can accumulate an advantage for Orlan.

By his riders forced to fight to the death, the Ansa knights and infantry behind him, also infected, together turned into beasts, with their mouths reciting their family, God, or foul mouth, strong faith, and the two wings quickly hedged against each other.

There are even people who are swept away by war horses, and when they fall, their whole faces hit the ground stones and directly dent.

"Formation!" When Hasstein got up, he shouted to his men not to panic.

They are natural war fighters, in teams of three or five, relying on small round shields to flexibly change formations.

The warriors have no way to retreat, the mountains and rivers come from afar to rob, and they can't win the battle to get the treasure, so when they go back after the winter, in addition to being injured and sick, there are only days of poverty waiting for them.

"God Odin makes us fearless!"

Flying arrows and spears were used as children's playthings by the soldiers who swallowed the poison and grinded the orphans, and their devotion to the faith made them lose their pain for a while.

Although Orlan's wing was large in number and opened the way with war horses, it could not break through the main infantry team at the core of Hestein.

At this time, the Ansar right flank had already collapsed, and the battle losses were more than one-five, and it would soon turn into an all-round chaos.

They were all peasant soldiers or soldiers who had fought a few wars, and they were not too conscious.

Before the war, the monks also told them that they could only go to heaven by fighting to the death, but when they really went to the battlefield, the sword fell on their bodies, and it was so painful.

Once the faith of death is lost, only the desire to live remains.

"Resist !!"

Marcus wields a sword to protect the banner of this wing.

He was a good fighter on his own, but at this time, the battlefield was vast and his weapons were scattered everywhere, and he could not use his strengths.

What if the sword is fast enough?

The Vikings controlled the small round shield superbly, like the extension of the palm, flexible and changeable, and even three or five people formed a small offensive formation, when he rushed over, no matter how fast his gesture was, he could kill one, he could kill two, but he was also stabbed by the third sword stretched out in the shield array.

"Hold on!"

As there are fewer and fewer soldiers around him,

Marcus forgot everything, and there was only one thought left in his mind......

"God Odin is above!"

Marcus' armor has been dyed reddish-black, on his body

"My lord, run!"

Marcus's last personal soldier tried to pull him, but he was shocked away by his eyes.

"Lao Tzu is the dawn!"

He shouted, at this moment, he was either killed in battle or killed the Viking elder.

"You're so good!"

When Marcus broke through a three-person shield array, his body was lowered, and when he slashed his sword back and forth by feeling, he encountered a master.

It was the commander who had just directed the Vikings to break through the right flank.

Beneath the mask is a handsome face that is different from that of the Vikings.

Marcus's roar just now, which he heard, made him ask, "Dawn?"

"Dawn!"

Marcus roared, and the sword light slashed out at the same time as his footsteps, which was within his singles kill range, and no one could come.

But he had exhausted too much strength in front of him, and slashing at the Viking battle shield that was defended like a turtle shell had already made his hands tremble.

But the leader waited for his work.

This sword slash only has two seconds to react, he is very experienced, it takes one second to judge the distance, and then another second to determine the angle of the counterattack.

Sonor!

The two of them brushed a sword, but each was unharmed.

Canute pulled down his retractable visor and saw Marcus's face more clearly, and replied,

"At this speed, you deserve it!"

……

The right wing of Anza completely collapsed, and the center wing was pressed to the last line of defense, although the right wing had an advantage, but Oran did not expect this group of people to be so aggressive.

His hospital rider fell seventy percent and still couldn't hold it down.

The Vikings, who were staggered by the war horses, only had the breath, or with an axe, or with their legs, or with their will to force themselves up.

"Fuck!"

Oran's eyes were red, his mind couldn't turn, and he saw that he was rushing in front of Hasstein at a distance longer.

He was not afraid to slash through, and Kunsang was entangled by six Viking warriors and could not follow behind.

The Titan was almost shaved off half of his face by a flying tomahawk just now, and he lost contact with Orlan.

At the moment, the only one who was still with Oran was Armand.

"Your Excellency, retreat!"

"Retreat, everyone in this wing will die!"

Oran doesn't know where he was cut, it hurts terribly, but if he fights like this bird, he can escape, and the county magistrate who was suppressed by himself before will have his own foothold as soon as he strikes with the king?

The cries of the gods Odin and Thor grew louder and louder.

My xx Odin!

The last eight hospital riders followed behind Oran.

Seeing that he couldn't retreat from Orlan, Armand hesitated for a few seconds and followed.

Swordsman, defender, determination to die if you can't win......

Rumble!

Eventually, the Eight Riders finally crashed away from the Viking Berserker.

The unrivaled force of the charge knocked the soldiers around Hasstein far away.

Warm horse blood was sprinkled on Oran's face, and he saw with his own eyes how brave and miserable the riders who worshipped themselves as gods died.

There is no time to cry and help them avenge with blood.

Orlan and Hestein finally meet.

One has been famous for many years, and the other is a rising star.

One of the two swords was to be trampled underfoot.

More than experience, Hasstein outperformed Orlan by a lot, but at this time, it was who had better luck.

Orlan still had Armand by his side, and the Viking warriors had been broken through the breach, and it was too late to defend themselves.

To bully more and less, no need to be polite.

The two of them slashed together with their swords.

But lying on the ground, a soldier with breath suddenly grabbed Oran's leg and tripped him up, and when he got up again, he saw Hasstein draw his sword to block Armand's attack, and the two swords were entangled, and in terms of strength, the fifty-year-old Hasstein was not inferior to this young man who was more than ten years younger than himself.

When Orlan slashed with his sword, Armand lost his balance of power and was slapped away by a heavy force, and was in danger of being broken by a sword.

Hestein thought that when Orlan came over, he would be able to stab him sideways, but he didn't expect Orlan to care about life or death, like an angry bull, stabbing Hastein with a sword.

In desperation, he still made the safest defensive stance, took two steps back, and then rushed forward with his sword in hand.

Now he was entangled with Hasstein.

At this time, the nearest Viking shield team approached, and although it was blocked by Kunsang, one of them directly pulled out his bow and crossbow and pointed it at Oran.

Armand could block it with his body, but he dodged farther.

Orlan was stabbed in the shoulder by a cold arrow in the back, and his body almost fell, and Hestein seized the opportunity and swung his sword from the ground, and Kunsang in the distance was too late to strike.

Sonor!

In the nick of time, Armand swung his sword again.

Orlan was dead or alive, he was left behind, and at the moment he just wanted to kill Hasstein and save himself.

Allegiance to Oran, allegiance to the king, is that the difference?

Hasstein slowed down, slashing his sword at Oran's shoulder, and before he could cut the tendon of his left arm, Armand leaned over and stabbed him in the side of the heart.

But the armor was too hard to pierce it.

"Win!" Hasstein smiled.

Armand's expression went from excitement to indifference.

Because his body was cold, a sword flashed in front of him, slashed at Heste's front body, broke through the damaged armor, and when he retracted and regained his strength, slashed at himself.

A traitor is dead!

Orlan used all his strength to scrape Armand's neck with his immortal sword before he fell.

"It turns out that the blood of a traitor is so unpleasant!"

Oran's face turned red, and he fell down with Armand.

Marcus fell, the other magistrates fell, Orlan fell, and Armand fell......

All three wings are facing collapse.

At the last minute, Kunsang and Tuman stepped forward.

Tuman threw the axe from a distance, preventing Hasstein from stepping forward to replenish his sword, and was wounded in the thigh by the axe, and fell to the ground in front of Oran.

The blood that flowed from the two slowly approached.

Kunsang took the last of his team and rushed in to grab people.

Flying stones, tomahawks, cold arrows, various range-shooting weapons pierced her cheeks.

But what's so scary about it.

He ran like a flame, scraping his last hope on the icy battlefield.

Hestein tried to get up, but it was too late, and Knut, who had just taken Marcus, was facing the last remnants of the army, and it would be half a minute before he could get closer.

Rumble!

Kunsang was wounded on the right side of his sword, and he pulled out the dagger from his waist with the pain, shook it forward, and stabbed it in Hestein's face.

In just two clicks, align the position of the two child holes.

Two seconds later, Hestein was deposed and died.

"Your Excellency, don't be afraid, I'll take you home this time!"

Kunsang smiled, his teeth covered in blood...... Motionless, he fell in front of Oran.

"Save Him ......"

The trumpet sounded again.

It was the Vikings' Odin Warsong coming from afar.

But who doesn't have a helper.

This is the kingdom of God,

The Amon's team, which had been scattered in the center, welcomed the Mercians, and Nanding, under Oran, also led the team closer.

He also borrowed a private soldier of the Cross Flying Snake because of the capture of Hafdan this time, although the number was not large, but they were all experienced veterans.

Hundreds of people from each side came to join the battle.

The formation regrouped, this time into a mid-flank confrontation.

……

I'm not going to die, I'm not going to ......

I'm going to rule it all!

Oran, who had only one breath left, was picked up again by the Titans.

He was covered with wounds, and if he didn't treat it, he would definitely die if he was surrounded by two armies.

"Your Excellency, you will definitely survive, please help me take care of my wife......"

The armor on the Titans, plus the armor on Oran.

The weight just stood still, and the Titan's leg bones had to sink downward.

"Let this group of southern elders know that we are terrible, brave, and after victory, they will keep our hairstyles, tattoos, and kneel at the foot of the Great Temple."

Knut took command of Hestein's forces

The old man dies in battle, and the newcomer comes out, and after today, among the Viking leaders, their names will be sung.

"Attack!"

"Array!"

……

In the year 865 of the main history, two great battles broke out outside of Repton, and the final outcome was a mutual victory.

Orlan's side fought in a level draw, and in the end the Viking team, which was significantly smaller in number and had an overly long line, returned with Hasstein's corpse.

On the king's side, the most outstanding Anglo-Saxon nobles were Berry and Katana.

The two of them defended the king's main wing from being defeated, and Katana controlled the horses, and in the battle of thousands of troops, he took a gamble and almost led the team to burst in front of Ragnar.

He shot his spear so hard that if he succeeded, the history books would say, "He changed England!"

In the end, although the Ansar army was defeated, Ragnar was powerless to pursue.

In just one day, the entire Northern Army killed sixty-two nobles above the knight level.

And those seriously injured nobles basically only have a few percent survival rate.

When Orlan was desperately rescued by the Titans, he was already infected by the crossbow wounds on his body.

The Titans ran lame on one leg.

Kunsang was even more severe, he almost lost the ability to joint, and the rest of his eyeballs occasionally jumped, hanging on to his last breath.

Nanding, who joined at the end, was not greedy for life or death, and did not abandon Oran.

Helping the Titan clear the way to trap himself in a circle, his face shattered, and a sword mark fell through his left eye.

From then on, he had only one eye left to see.

In the first half, the fierce Knut, although he knocked down the overexerted Marcus, his arm was also slashed, and when he faced the Mercia soldiers, he was stabbed in his left ear, and his left ear was almost deaf.

After the first battle, serious injuries and broken appearances abounded.

Although the two sides have not agreed on a truce, it will be difficult to provoke a second round for at least a month.

The retreat of the Vikings was naturally a great victory for the Anzas.

In this battle, Oran's men fought the hardest and fiercest, and if it weren't for them, Amon would have been defeated long ago.

The surviving knights, at this time, did not have any calculations or dissatisfaction, and sincerely went to express their gratitude to Nanding, Tuman and others.

The first three days of the inflammation are about whether Orlan will die or not, his life and death are very important, if he lies down, his team will be forced.

He was left with willpower to support him.

His eyes were clouded, and there were all kinds of sounds in his ears, so that he could lie down and not wake up again......

Ella was not having a good time at this time, he was knocked off the horse, his left leg was temporarily unable to exert force, and his upper row of teeth was almost completely broken.

The little fat man fought fiercely, and was lucky to come back unharmed, but eighty percent of his pro-soldiers died.

On the fourth day, when Orlan woke up for more than five minutes, he said with difficulty, "No...... Die...... No...... Hugh!"

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