The moss-covered stone walls were unguarded, and the closed gate was quickly smashed open.

Grund was always surprised at how few so-called defenders there were in this apparently huge city, and the ease and speed with which he broke through the city surprised him.

"I've never fought such an easy battle in my life."

He is an old fellow, and his body is old. After this battle, it is time to relinquish the power of the first banner captain of the standing army to his successor. It was also because of his aging, he was used to fighting and killing, which made him guess that things might not be that simple.

More and more soldiers rushed into the east gate, so compared to the outside of the city wall, although the inner city was narrow, the ground on which everyone stepped was genuine stone.

All the floor stones are stepped on quite smoothly, and the middle of the road is raised, extending to both sides with a slight arc, and there are drainage ditches on both sides.

Going forward, after passing a small number of stone houses, you will see a large city square in front of you.

Undoubtedly, this square is also made of smooth stone slabs. The specifications of each stone slab look exactly the same, and the splicing scheme is also very logical.

There are two worlds inside and outside the city wall. The inner city is cleaner and tidy, and there must be more wealth.

There are many churches and monasteries around the square, and the veterans followed Grund's footsteps closely and ran towards the largest one.

Meanwhile, all the churches were packed.

And look at the largest Cathedral of the Assumption, where Archbishop Gregory is standing on the pedestal, wearing the black robe inherited by bishops of all ages. This robe is clothed with golden threads, and there are many precious stones hanging from it. He is wearing a bishop's top hat, and the front of the hair has a whole piece of gold leaf skin, which is inlaid with a large number of gemstones.

He held a pure gold cross in his left hand, and behind him was the largest black wooden cross.

All the lower priests wore black robes, and purposely hung sterling silver crosses on their chests. They all stood upright with their heads hooked, their large black robes perfectly concealed the trembling of their bodies, and their hoods also covered their tense and desperate faces.

Under the stage, all the wooden chairs were full of people, and the aisle was even full of people kneeling.

They keep making the sign of the cross on their chests, or their faces are full of sadness or tears, or they look calm as if they can face everything calmly.

Throughout the thick auditorium, the archbishop continued to preach in his thick voice.

He holds many parchment manuscripts of the Gospels in his hands. After the sacrifices of history, these Latin scriptures have been somewhat damaged, and the truth hidden in the scriptures is the source of power for the Archbishop to still stand here. Perhaps, only God sent a miracle to save everything.

"Dear brothers! Don't be surprised that a fiery trial is coming for you! Rejoice! Because you are suffering with Jesus! So you can also rejoice when His glory is revealed."

"If you say, my life is meaningless when I am old, and my life is meaningless when I am sick... No! Only being with God is the most correct. When you have doubts about life, it means that your love for God is not enough. Love God, everything makes sense..."

The archbishop talked a lot. Facing the scriptures that he had memorized back and forth, he gave the Frankish explanations that people needed most.

It seemed that with a little more love for God, the savages could be crushed by an unfathomable divine force, as if an archangel would descend and protect the holy city of Maastricht.

However, the outdoors were already noisy, and the rumbling sound intensified.

Suddenly, the locked door with a bronze lock was smashed open by a long-handled axe.

Those who broke in were not holy angels, but a group of tall and strong soldiers.

They all wore round shields and white robes with blue patterns, but they said that the shields were also painted with patterns that resembled "blue crosses", but their leather helmets of another style said everything.

"It's the Vikings!"

The kneeling believers suddenly stood up, and the cathedral was in chaos for a moment.

Grund was still wearing a reinforced butterfly helmet at the moment, and he saw the black-robed archbishop in gorgeous jewels at a glance.

A bloodthirsty bear spoke: "Brothers! Take no prisoners! Go and plunder your gold!"

Forget it, he started to lead the charge again...

The Cathedral of the Assumption, where the sacred became a place of terror. Those people who prayed for safety were unarmed, even if they knelt down and begged for mercy, they were still killed by violent soldiers. Afterwards, the soldiers very skilfully plucked pure gold or silver crucifix pendants from the corpses or the dying, and they searched and took everything of value.

The junior priests panicked. They tried to escape through the side door. As the saying goes, Grund's troops, who were experienced in looting churches, had already arranged an ambush at the side door. As soon as the fugitive priest opened the door, his neck was cut off by the soldiers waiting for him.

That's all, these soldiers came in through the small door to join the chaos.

In the end Archbishop Gregory was surrounded.

The old soldiers knew that this man must be a big man, and he must be the highest priest in the country.

The round shield siege surrounded it in a circle, which puzzled Gregory, who was about to be martyred.

Suddenly, a warrior with a prominent crown in his helmet emerged from the shield wall. It was none other than Grund himself.

Seeing that the Norman soldier had a special status, and the blood-stained sword made him sad, Gregory opened his eyes wide and tried to provoke him in Frankish: "You! You will all be burned in the fire of **** forever."

"Shut up, old man!" Grund's simple Latin phrase really surprised the archbishop.

"You? Can you speak Latin?"

Grund doesn't know Latin, or just knows a little bit, and communicating with people in bumpy phrases is already the limit.

He didn't want to talk nonsense with the archbishop, so he reached out with a sword and directly pierced the "golden top hat" of the archbishop. After picking it up, the bishop's "Mediterranean" head, which symbolized his extraordinary status, was undoubtedly revealed.

"This man cannot be killed. I will take him away personally. You..." Grund told the left and right, "Free looting. However, if you find the cellar, don't take it privately if you find the gold and silver suitcase. Bring it up and present it to the king. "

"Obey!" All the soldiers agreed with a smile, it didn't matter that the whole cathedral was already covered in blood.

All the gold and silver sacred objects on display were looted, and the bronze lamp holders on the walls that looked like they were gold-plated were also smashed down and taken away. Even the purple curtains used for decoration were looted wildly.

the other side.

"Boss, those old guys are still one step ahead of us. We can't beat them at all!" The young warrior was panting, frowning as he faced the equally young Askad.

"Damn it. We just can't get them right now."

Gritting his teeth, Askad turned his head and pointed his steel sword at the new target: "That monastery doesn't look too small! Let's go there!"

There wasn't much time to choose between him and the Seventh Banner. Among all the churches and monasteries surrounding the square, there were only two large ones.

This is the "Saint Servas" church built in the seventh century. It is named after Saint Savatius, whose tomb is in the ransacked Cathedral of the Assumption.

It's a church of the second class, and one of the rosy **** who can break into it doesn't care whether it's noble or not. Nobility is a good thing, it means more gold.

Askad is just like his father, Arik, who is not cruel in his father's precepts and deeds.

"Smash me!" He ordered loudly.

The little warrior who had been prepared for a long time exerted all his strength and smashed the bronze lock on the latch with a steel axe.

There were also a large number of people crowded in the church. Although Askad was surprised when he saw this, he immediately calmed down and pointed his sword at the screaming people: "Blood sacrifice to Odin! Now!"

The second-generation fighters of the Kingdom of Ross, who were too young but amazingly tall, used the most brutal means to complete their coming-of-age ceremonies one after another, and snatched the coveted gold and silver one after another in a pool of blood.

All the monasteries in the inner city were looted, people who tried to escape through some small gates were dumbfounded as soon as they went out, and the inner city was full of foreign soldiers, speaking foreign languages.

Viking legends are no longer legends, the Vikings are here to stay.

The fugitives tried to run to other gates, but unfortunately they were hunted down.

The 1,700 soldiers who entered the inner city are troops that Blue Fox can easily mobilize. The inner city area surrounded by stone walls is the exclusive territory of the elite troops. It is like a big pot of stew that only relatives can eat. Guys stay out of the way.

The orange light of the setting sun illuminates the towering cross of the cathedral tower, and the helmets of the soldiers are also orange.

In an instant, Blue Fox couldn't help pulling out the multiple pendants hanging from his chest, took out the small sterling silver cross, and muttered to himself: "I'm doing this...it should be fine."

"There must be no problem. It must be more ruthless!" Blue Fox finally stuffed the small object back.

He ordered the army to indulge, which was a natural means of maintaining morale, and also to implement the authority that King Ross had bestowed on this army when it went out.

So in principle, it was the right move for the Ross army to set the whole city on fire.

Are you going to set fire to it? Not yet, at least now is not the time for arson.

Blue Fox stayed in the center of the square with his own soldiers. He saw Kerha leading his Finns to plunder, and saw Yinvar sitting on a sedan chair carried by two people directing his Danes to plunder. There were people running around laughing and joking, and some even climbed to the top of the cathedral tower, where the bell tower was.

Suddenly, the person standing on the tower actually...

"Hey! What are you doing?!"

The blue fox was taken aback. He held up his sword and shouted on the ground, his shouts being completely drowned out by the shouts of the soldiers.

The soldiers standing on the high place only felt that the bronze bell was very precious, so they kept chiseling the wooden stakes to fix the bell with their hand axes out.

This bell is as tall as a person, and the whole is already very large. After a lot of hard work with the steel axe, the wooden stake gradually could no longer support the weight of the bronze bell.

Panicked, the blue fox had no choice but to yell at the soldiers running around on the ground, "Get out of here! Something is falling!"

It was too late and then it was too fast, the bronze bell rolled and fell from the tower, and fell to the ground and flattened. Fortunately, the Ross warrior was not killed or injured. However, the few people standing next to him were almost killed. The powerful vibration knocked them down, and the stone chips flew around after landing. Thanks to the armor, there was no movement or injury. .

"What are you doing! You!" Blue Fox was so angry that he held his sword and yelled at the veterans of the standing army on the tower that had been damaged at one corner.

After a while, Grund came out of the cathedral. He stomped and kicked away an old man in a black robe, holding a steel sword and a golden hat on a string.

The old man was kicked down to Lan Hu's feet all the way. As long as he looked at this man's clothes, Lan Hu realized his identity.

"Grund, what does this mean?"

"You see. It must be their archbishop."

"Yes. I can see that. It's a surprise. I thought you'd killed the priests."

Grund couldn't tell whether it was praise or criticism, so he pulled the hat off the blade and threw it directly at Blue Fox. "It's all gold, here it is."

As a result, the top of the hat was covered with a layer of gold leaf. The blue fox is not excited, this little gold is nothing.

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Blue Fox actually had mixed feelings. He wished that Grund was doing things as well as before, so why did he suddenly show mercy at this moment.

"You?" The blue fox casually kicked the staggering man in black: "Maastricht? Archbishop? Is that you?"

It was another question in Latin, and the new man in front of him spoke Latin better than that rough man.

"Yes. I am Gregory! It is the archbishop." After saying that, the archbishop staggered to his feet

It was because he wanted to die in the church that he was kicked and beaten, and he stood up tremblingly and lifeless.

As soon as he stood up, he couldn't help shaking his black robe. Unfortunately, it was already stained with a lot of blood, and after rolling around outdoors, it was covered with dust and debris.

He still has the posture of a martyr, although he is already disgraced, and now he has only one death.

"Norman! Even if you know the holy language, God's punishment will still fall on you."

"Oh, is it so?"

"Yes. Once the Holy City is destroyed, God will be wrathful. There will be endless lightning strikes to kill you barbarians, and you will all burn forever in hell."

"Hell? No." Knowing that this was the archbishop's curse, he became angry when he heard it. Blue Fox didn't want to have any interaction with all the priests here.

Besides, as the supreme commander appointed by Rurik, what is his personal status? Perhaps the Swedish army walked alone, and the nobles of Gotaland followed the tail of those guys and landed ahead of time. One reason is that they have another identity-Christian.

If you believe in all kinds of gods, does it mean you don't believe in anything?

This army believes in the gods of the north. As a commander, is it necessary to continue to have Christian beliefs?

Blue Fox has no worries. It is said that there is a concept of "deprivation of religious membership", the so-called "excommunication". Excommunication is excommunication, a trick of the Franks, which has nothing to do with the Kingdom of Ross.

The blue fox turned around first, pulled out the cross from his chest, and deliberately showed it to Gregory, who was going to die righteously.

However, seeing the Norman chief showing the cross, his eyes widened again: "What's going on? You..."

"I... have actually been baptized."

"You? A traitor! A traitor?!"

"Sacrilege? Indeed." The blue fox curled his mouth and pointed the steel sword straight at the sky: "If God is angry, he will kill me with lightning. Obviously, there is no such thing."

"You will go to hell."

"No. The Nordic gods gave us divine protection in this battle. You lost and we won, which means that God has abandoned you. It is because you are not pious enough, hahaha..."

The blue fox smiled arrogantly. He deliberately imitated Esquier's pedantic words, and reshaped them and threw them at the bishop named Gregory. Obviously, these words were too lethal. It seems that the catastrophe of Maastricht was not the invasion of foreign enemies, but the punishment for not being pious.

Of course Gregory didn't believe such nonsense, he just felt endless sadness and despair.

"Then kill me!"

"Of course." Blue Fox briefly explained to the elite attendants around him, and these strong men rushed forward.

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The blue fox hooked his head and said the last sentence: "If your body is broken, you can't go to heaven. Now I'll give you the whole body, and you can go to heaven and curse me."

In the end, the soldiers twisted hard, the archbishop's neck was squeezed, and everything was over.

"Is this the end?" Grund asked in surprise.

"You should have done this kind of thing." Blue Fox turned his head and said disdainfully.

"Oh! I thought this noble fellow was useful to you."

"No. Just a hot potato. You should have killed him sooner."

"Don't blame me anymore. Anyway, the person is dead, what should I do next?"

"What else can we do?" Blue Fox shrugged, "Continue to plunder, that's what we came to Frank for, didn't we?!"