This group of Ottoman infantry who suddenly came out of the slaughter was strong enough in combat and, more importantly, well-equipped! It is estimated that they have been staring at Hannibal and his party for a long time.

Fifteen Viking warriors launched a suicidal charge, buying time for their own compatriots to form a cone of cavalry behind them.

Fifteen Viking warriors have become a pile of rotten meat at the moment, although they are fearless, but they are only people, not gods, and all they can change is to earn a little limited time for their compatriots.

The eldest village chief, Leo, was at the front and tip of the awl-shaped phalanx, followed by a dozen Viking warriors about 45 years old, then about 35 years old, then about 25 years old, and finally Hannibal and a few seventeen or eighteen years old from the same village. To do so is to give the youngest the last glimmer of hope to live. This is again a hint of the wisdom of a barbarian.

The moment the fifteen Viking warriors who had launched a suicidal charge turned into rotten flesh, they did not hesitate to pounce again along their old route.

The Ottoman pikemen and hoplites armed with huge shields had to endure even harsher onslaught!

Although the pikemen were in the second row, they were basically killed by the cavalry, and the pikemen had the advantage of length, and could easily stab and poke the nomads on horseback、、、、、. Their chances of survival were not much higher than those of the hoplites at the forefront.

The horses neighed, the blood splashed, the soldiers of the two armies were like grains of sand washed by the huge waves, human life here was so humble that even the grains of sand in the sea were inferior, every breath was alive and gone, and the heavens and the earth were full of tragedy and grandeur with no return, death and no life, and hundreds of corpses of men and horses were left before the battle、、、、、

"Damn, fight! Lao Tzu's whole family has been plagued by you brutes!"

One of the spearmen in the Ottoman formation howled and marched forward、、、、、、、

The front row fell, and the back row topped up. Forward, one after another, these young men were already red-eyed. At this moment, there was no fear of death in their eyes. Some were just hatred of the Vikings! There was only one thought left in their minds, and that was to rush forward and stab all the Vikings in front of them to death、、、、、、、

At this moment, they were standing even farther forward than the hoplites who were supposed to protect them.

"Pay 、、、、、、、、"

The Viking warriors charged fearlessly and violently, like wave after wave, slamming into the built by the Ottoman pikemen, the front wave was smashed into pieces, and the second wave immediately rushed up again, front and back, endlessly, and there was a great tendency to not give up until the Ottoman line was broken、、、、 although there were less than a hundred men left, but like a dead wasp, the poisonous needle in his tail was still deadly

"Kill!" the old village chief Leo shouted, and the horse in his hand swung out like lightning, viciously stabbed into the lower abdomen of an Ottoman soldier, and then struggled to pick up the body of the Ottoman soldier in the air, and then raised his head and howled, "The Viking warriors just rush, how many can live count, but if you can't kill Ben, you will die, that is embarrassing!"

As soon as the old village chief Leo finished speaking, he was impaled by four spears stabbed from different directions. Falling off the horse, and then kept panting, blood foaming from the nostrils, mouth, ear holes kept pouring outward, three or five spearmen armed with spears, he surrounded him, the spears in their hands, like the poke of the medicine pounding, kept stabbing and pulling out, and then pricking and pulling out, again and again、、、、、、 old village chief was stabbed so that it can only be described as "muddy water".

"Hahahaha、、、、、"

The Viking warriors, covered in blood and flesh, laughed with tears in their eyes as they saw the old chief's tragic death, but laughed at a joke the old chief told when he was dying.

Although the Vikings were brave, the huge number gap could not be made up by a mortal one.

Hoplites, spearmen, archers, the three classes of troops slaughtered the last few Viking warriors in turn, and the only ones who could still sit on their horses at the moment were Hannibal and the other three Viking warriors who were the youngest in their teens in the last row, and one lucky man, the "brother-in-law", although they had already fought a long way, but they were still at least three rows away from escaping the siege.

The "brother-in-law" looked at the Ottomans who kept coming, and then looked back at the four young men beside him. The horse lunged forward and shouted, "Little mud!"

The "brother-in-law" was actually dead when he pounced, and at the moment when he pounced out, he was immediately targeted by hundreds of archers, and when he was in mid-air, he was shot with seven arrows in the heart and twelve arrows in the face, and five arrows were shot around the eye alone, and his war horse also had hundreds of arrows stuck in the body of the war horse. He should be glad that he died in mid-air, because he was stabbed by nearly ten spears before he fell into the dense phalanx of Ottoman soldiers, and then ten spearmen pulled together in his direction, like tearing a roast chicken, tearing the "brother-in-law" into more than a dozen. His horses were stoned to death by Ottoman soldiers、、、、、、、、

Hannibal and the last three young Viking warriors each had no small injuries on their bodies.

But the death of the "brother-in-law" won them attention and space, and the four of them took the flesh and blood of the "brother-in-law" and the war horse under his crotch as the fulcrum, and finally jumped on the horse、、、、、

Only Hannibal and another Viking warrior crossed out of the terrifying land of flesh、、、、 and the two young Viking warriors who jumped out with them were stabbed to death in mid-air.

Cyrus looked at the fleeing figures of Hannibal and the others, took out a handkerchief embroidered with gold thread, frowned and walked slowly to the corpse of the old village chief Leo who was stabbed into muddy water, in order to prevent the flesh and other human bodily fluids on the ground from staining his boots, many soldiers lay on the ground, Cyrus stepped on their backs and walked to the old village chief's corpse, and began to rummage through the old chief's pile of minced meat with his scabbard.

Finally, his eyes lit up, and he found a clue in this Viking centurion dressed in silk.

Cyrus tossed a tattered book (stabbed by the crazy spearmen) that had been dug out of the old village chief Leo's pile of minced meat (stabbed by the crazy spearmen) to the middle-aged general and said, "Tell me the title of this book before noon tomorrow!"

The middle-aged general took the book in his hand in a panic, only glanced at it, and then ran away and began to retch.

After Cyrus finished speaking, he elegantly threw away his handkerchief, drew the long sword at his waist, threw away the flesh-stained scabbard, and said slowly but forcefully: "Come on, lead a horse, and I will personally go after those two barbarians!"

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Hannibal was struck by two arrows in the shoulder, and his wrist and ankle and thigh were also stabbed by a spear, and blood flowed from the saddle. The warrior of the same village beside him was no better, his abdomen was pierced, and his blood flowed faster than Hannibal's, his face was already pale, and his lips were purple. And judging from his expression of becoming more and more energetic and wanting to sleep, he is not far from falling asleep completely、、、、、、、、、

"Hey, hold on, man!"

Hannibal burst into a shout, scaring the other party into a stagger.

"Take it!

As he spoke, Hannibal threw the mare's milk wine from his waist to the other party, who took it tremblingly in his hand, raised his head and poured a sip, his face quickly turned a little yellow. But the wound in his abdomen was still bleeding, and with each jolt of the horse, a stream of blood dripped from the saddle.

The boy shuddered and threw the water bag to Hannibal, who took it in his hand and poured it himself.

As soon as the strong mare's milk wine entered his stomach, Hannibal instantly felt that it began to burn, and the wounds on his body began to feel spicy.

They chose a route they had taken, hoping to find a safe place to hide, and Hannibal began to feel that he was going to become a copy of the old village chief Leo's father who was the king of the mountain.

Hannibal knew that the pursuers would arrive soon, so he was going to choose a place, one that he had just left this morning.

This is the manor of the baron of the fire raven, which is a mess at the moment, full of corpses, incomplete corpses, especially beside the big wheels. There were no children here, so none of the Vikings were left alive.

Suddenly, the door of the room where Hannibal slept last night opened, and a girl of average figure and appearance walked out, his dress was torn into wisps, but the important parts did not move, the base of his thighs and chest were covered with blood, and he was the girl who had talked to Hannibal all night.

She slowly poked half her head out of the room, and after only one glance, she was frightened by the piles of corpses in the courtyard.

She sat in the corner and began to think about what had happened this morning, when the savage closed his eyes and slashed at his own wrist with a single blow, then wiped the blood from his arm on his chest and the base of his thigh. When he opened his eyes, he smiled at himself with a row of neat white teeth. Then he had to tear his clothes into strands, and finally made a boo gesture to himself, and then helped himself to recline on the bed. Then I knocked on the door and left.

He's here to save me!, and finally the girl came to a conclusion.

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