The tribal leader put on his armor urgently, took his sons, and even his 12-year-old grandchildren.

With gray hair, he tried his best to gather all the men who were still in the tribe. At this moment, people were already awake from the initial panic.

The leader held his rusty warhammer and looked at the men: "Warriors of Ostara, the Gotlandians finally chose to war. Maybe even their masters are involved! They are determined to war against our alliance. The war. Warriors, for our homeland, take up arms and fight them to the end! Let the gods see who is the master of Jotalan and who is the real man!"

In previous battles with the landing Gotland people, the hatred in the hearts of the Ostala people is getting stronger and stronger.

Their emotions were **** by the leader, each holding various weapons, knocking on their shields.

Here, there is no shortage of a large group of teenage boys, and even children who are only ten years old.

For them, when war comes, every boy and even the elderly have the obligation to defend their homeland.

The men who can still take weapons quickly armed themselves. They were a group of people who were obviously lacking in combat power. The Ostala tribe gathered nearly six hundred people.

There are also some young women who are determined to stay, using the wood axe as a weapon, and are determined to fight with their husbands. With the addition of the women, the combat strength is only seven or eight hundred people.

The time left for the Ostara tribe is getting less and less, the tribe leader is getting older, he is not stupid enough to bet everyone in the tribe in this battle.

At least children who are too young, and as many women as possible, must escape!

After issuing a brief pre-war mobilization, the leader gave orders for the women and children to retreat to the north as much as possible.

All of a sudden, a group of women began to pack their bags, try their best to drive cattle and sheep, and evacuated with their children in their arms.

In an emergency, the leader called his four daughter-in-laws, and his order was not to fight with her husband, and to retreat immediately with the young children.

However, this is not in line with their hearts as wives. They are determined to coexist and die with their husbands and tribes.

Because the moment the tribe migrated to settle here, everyone was ready to fight against the Gotland competitors.

What else can the leader say about this.

The old leader sighed, his daughter-in-law chose their own destiny, and he was heartbroken and gratified.

In times of crisis, the chief family must stand up, and for this he even organized his grandchildren!

Perhaps not many warriors will survive this battle. but

The old man tried his best to put on a kind face and called the two nervous granddaughters in front of him, suppressing the grief and anger in his heart: "You two, go to the north! Children, the war has broken out, take food and go!"

"Grandpa? Fight? Or, let's all evacuate!" his granddaughter said in a panic.

"Yeah, grandpa. We are all leaving! Let's go to Mellaren to rescue the soldiers." The little granddaughter agreed.

"Forget it." The old man shook his head, "We have no time!"

At this time, there were screams and terrible roars in the distance.

A strong man rushed towards the old man: "The leader, all enemies are here! We have already begun to resist."

For a moment, the kind-looking old man couldn't hold back his emotions anymore. He slapped his two young granddaughters and ordered solemnly: "Go away! Remember, you are Ostala! And goodbye." Let's go together! Go to the north and tell them about Ostara!"

After speaking, the leader led the men to the beach!

The two girls stared at their grandfather, father, mother, uncle, and even their cousin who was only slightly older, and rushed to the front with weapons.

"Sister, what should I do?" My sister was already full of tears in panic.

My sister also has tears in her eyes. Although the war is coming, she still feels that her parents and family have abandoned herself and her sister for the sake of the war.

For a moment, she felt that she had grown up.

"Let's pack things quickly and go!" After that, the sister pulled her into the house.

A small linen belt was stuffed with some wheat, another linen bag was stuffed with a bit of sour cheese, and he picked up a pottery urn that boiled water and a thin linen blanket. Together with many ethnic people, they also embarked on a journey of escape and faced an unknown future.

Even so, they have fallen far behind.

When the two girls packed things urgently, there were still many people from the tribe, either eager to take away more softness, or dragged down by the slow running of cattle and sheep, or simply hesitating, they lost their best. Escape time.

Who could have imagined that the enemy is actually an army of three thousand people? ! Each one is a fully-armed mature man, and there are many fierce men who have experienced many **** battles.

The coalition of Danes, Oslo and Gotland is already a little more than twice the population of the Ostra tribe.

The oarsmen tried their best to shake the oars, and the sails were stowed, and the boats rushed to the sandy beach at extremely fast speed.

Right in front of the army, in the deepest part of the fjord, was a larger settlement.

Sitting on the ship's command, Ragnar, who was struggling to paddle, had already seen with his naked eyes the people gathering on the shore.

"Brothers, the enemy is on guard!"

"The archers on the ship are ready! When the ship docks, you put arrows on the ship. When I rushed up with people, all the archers followed to disembark and fight."

"Brothers, for our honor, for our wealth, get ready!"

In an instant, the people of Ragnar fell into the most extreme mental excitement.

Participating in this battle itself is to respond to the call of the leader, and now, they are willing to fight for their wealth. This makes the purpose of combat extremely simple and straightforward, they are here to plunder!

As for the purpose of other tribes, such as the purpose of the leader, Ragnar couldn't control it.

The sturdy keel rushed into the soft sand. Ragnar threw the oars. He held up his shield and sword and shouted, "Brothers, come with me!"

Following his order, most of the people on the flagship jumped off the ship one after another, and rushed over in response to the screaming enemy.

It was also at this time, in accordance with the commander's order, the ten archers stranded in wearing them, holding their single wooden bows, throwing arrows into the distance.

The falling arrows are aided by gravity. Their accuracy is very poor, but they can penetrate into the body of a person wearing only common clothes.

The Ostara people gathered in a hurry, before they had time to adjust their mentality, many men didn't even wear leather boots, and they began to fight fiercely with the invaders.

Ostarans, they don't even have time to form a wall of people.

The enemy came too much, and even the small fjord was crowded with invaders' ships.

Ragnar's flagship is full of fierce men, including himself, who are very powerful men. This group of warriors are all wearing leather armor, and the outer layer is also covered with chain armor.

According to the pre-arrangement, after the 200 soldiers under his command landed, fifty men in chain armor immediately rushed to Ragnar.

In this way, fifty heavy infantry opened the way, followed by light infantry.

Among all the landing forces, Ragnar's army rushed towards the enemy with a chisel.

Of course, their heroic posture was also seen by the leader Hafgen.

"What a lunatic." Hafgen, who had just landed, couldn't help but praised when he saw it.

His associates immediately suggested: "Let them take the lead, and we will reap the victory."

"No. If you let that young man have too many victories, he will forget who is the leader." As he said, Hafgen motioned to the generals who flocked to him: "You bring people in and kill all encounters. Those who arrived, looted their property and burned all the houses."

Even now, the generals couldn't help but start to hear the command of the leader.

Seeing this, Hafgen gritted his teeth and repeated: "Didn't you hear me clearly? To destroy all the enemies we saw, we are here to retaliate, not to plunder."

Because Hafgen deliberately placed his fleet at the back end of the entire fleet, the first to land is naturally an ally's army.

Vengeful Gotland people landed quickly, and fierce battle broke out with the Ostala people on the shore.

Of all the offensive forces, the Ragnar army is the most well-trained.

It was this kind of army that was actually blocked by only more than 30 people.

More than 30 Ostara warriors of various ages, betting on their honor as men, resolutely resisted a group of madmen who are full of metallic colors. They waved their swords and rushed forward, only to find that their swords didn't seem to work for them.

Ragnar's heavy infantry is now almost immune to the attack of this type of sharp weapon. After the shield overthrows the enemy, it is followed by the chopping of the sword and the axe.

Thirty Ostras were wiped out, and the gate to the construction area was opened.

Ragnar's boots have begun to be stained with black mud, which shows that the army has entered the living quarters. This is like a hagfish burrowing into the skin of a cod, and it can do whatever it wants in the belly of the cod.

His people have already begun to enter the houses to try to search for their belongings. As a result, several people were stabbed by a sudden short spear, vomiting blood and fell on the mud ground.

At the same time, the people hiding in the house rushed out yelling. Among them are men, women, and even little boys. The same thing is that this group of people all have weapons in their hands, and they are clearly determined to go into battle if they are ready to die.

How did Ragnar see such a way? He felt that all the houses in front of him were suspicious fortresses for the enemy.

"Brothers, don't try to looting! Beware of the enemy's sneak attack, all gather together!"

The losing army had to face the horrible street fighting. Ragnar gathered his own people together and piled up shields on each side.

"Archer, prepare for rocket arson."

Just as more than 30 archers in the army began to soak the arrows with resin, the leader of the Ostala tribe showed up with more than a hundred people under his personal leadership.

The leader saw that the enemy had rushed to the streets, and there was a shout of killing in the distance.

He held up the sword and shouted: "Warriors of Ostara, come with me! Destroy them all!"

At this moment, timidity has become meaningless.

The Ostarans organized into a wall of people under the command of the leader, and began to rush over at a tidy pace.

Upon seeing this, Ragnar narrowed his eyes and shouted, "Brothers, the enemy is coming! Ready to meet the enemy."

After all, this group of people is really well-trained, after all, there are many guys who have fought fiercely with the regular army of the Frankish Kingdom.

Fifty heavily armed infantry quickly lined up, their shields were connected, and their swords were placed on the shields to find a chance to strike. Their left leg is in the front and the right leg is behind, and they are in a collision-proof posture.

As to whether the Ostara can gain an advantage, it was in the first and only round of collision.

Victory did not favor the Ostras.

Ragnar's heavy infantry sturdily resisted the opponent's impact, and then reversed.

In an instant, the Ostras began to suffer terrible casualties.

Those who only wear common clothes are easily killed by sharp swords, even those wearing leather armor and helmets, are also dizzy by the sword.

Seeing that the number of enemies is not increasing as expected, Ragnar had an idea and commanded in the chaos: "People on both sides, rush up to me, wrap them up! Kill them all."

Next, it was a melee...

At this moment, the two girls who had just wrapped the escape supplies in cloth and carried the packages on their shoulders.

They stood in front of their home and saw the battle not far away.

Father and brother and even grandpa are fighting!

Oh no! Many people have fallen to the ground.

With tears in their eyes, the two girls forgot to run away.

One of the older sisters was the first to react, and pulled the younger sister: "Don't be too slow, let's go."

"But, father, mother, grandpa...oooo..."

"Quick! Go!"

The two girls staggered and started running, however, their escape was also discovered by some of Ragnar's men.

More than a dozen guys with blood on their faces immediately aimed at the two girls and rushed over.

It is no longer a sad time. The two girls run desperately in a critical moment, trying to break into the summer woods. As long as you escape into the woods, the chance of escape is very high.

One of the older sisters inadvertently fell to the ground sturdily. Her knee touched the ground, and for a moment she didn't realize that she was injured.

My sister fell, and the running sister stopped and tried to pull her up.

"You run!"

"No! Sister, let's run together."

My sister gritted her teeth. Since she got up, she held her right leg, which was suddenly somewhat inflexible, and staggered with her sister to flee~www.mtlnovel.com~ They flee because of this, and the chased fighters seemed to have captured two soldiers. Like a lamb, it's easy to catch.

For them, from the moment they were discovered, they were destined to be captured. They definitely can't run through this group of fighters.

The warriors of Ragnar, they only obey the orders of their commanders. Go to **** with the leader's request! Aren't those two running kids running silver coins?

The two girls were captured by two warriors, and the girl in panic had forgotten the struggle for a while. The two warriors have a very simple intention after capturing the children, that is, to bring them back to their hometowns, or to raise them for a period of time and sell them to make a fortune, or to raise them until they are twelve years old and give them to their sons. Be a wife.

They were taken back to the battlefield that was already full of dead bodies. Seeing that their father and brother and the clansmen were already lying in a pool of blood, they had nothing to fear, and both of them cried heartbreakingly.

It was also at this moment that the Danes' army, in a short period of time, completed a devastating victory over the Ostara! Next, is the carnival belonging to the winner, and the tragic end of the loser.