The heroic spirits of those warriors must have gone to Valhalla!

With this thought, Arik and his living brothers gathered at the same bonfire, ignoring the burnt smell pervading the village ruins, and curled up to sleep.

They are warriors and are in such a battlefield. They have not removed their leather armor, their swords and axes are always in their arms. Twenty crossbows are stacked on top of each other, so they can be quickly wound and reloaded when they are needed.

But the soldiers were too tired and fought a battle that won more with less, and the brothers' attitude towards the Gotland army was even more contemptuous.

Arik didn't set up a sentinel, and he boldly estimated that no daring fellow came to disturb the dreams of his brothers.

Just as he relaxed his vigilance, a team of five hundred people had already climbed onto the mound in the thin morning mist. Their next goal was the bridge village where the Rus rested.

The Haken of the Blissinos family, whom Gotland proclaimed himself king, felt that he had gained the support of everyone amid the enthusiastic shouts of the people. Next, use this momentum to defeat the massive invading Ruths!

In a sense, he felt that this war was a life-and-death battle between brothers who broke apart, but they were brothers once, and maybe things shouldn't be done too absolutely.

Harken has a peaceful fantasy, but the Roths are obviously killing them, so don't blame yourself for being vicious.

The eldest son Siegfast has never been on the battlefield. His own level of business reassurance has assured Harken, but this boy is always surrounded by a group of guards from Denmark. This group of guys tells the story of the heroes of his hometown. The glorious deeds all stirred his heart.

Become a war chief and take a savvy warrior to a decisive battle against a powerful enemy.

Can those who have been blessed by the merchant **** Frei also receive Odin's support?

This group of people walked to the battlefield yesterday, and the corpses lying on the ground were already soft, and their hideous gray-white faces were still telling the horror of yesterday.

Siegfast looked coldly and furiously: "This is all done by the Ross people? It's the Arik of Ross."

"It must be the butcher." The captain of the guard Grund remained vigilant and asked the brothers to carry the body to one place.

"Brothers, let's go! Leave these dead for now. We crossed the mound to find the Arik, and I will cut his head personally!"

The Danish guards could not be sure of the bravery of the gold master, but the future battle concerns everything about all islanders, so they had to obey the orders to stop, and were always alert to potential dangers to protect the gold master's life.

They climbed over the mound, and when the fog gradually thinned out, a black area not far away was so incompatible with the whole yellow world?

After seeing the details clearly, the energetic Siegfast is now also cautious.

He held up his sword and asked, "You said, shouldn't it be Qiaocun there?"

"There is Bridge Village. The butcher burned it and killed all those who had not had time to evacuate."

Standing on a high place, Siegfast looked at his heart with a hundred claws: "They just stick there and let people chop? They don't know how to resist?"

Siegfast laughed hard when he heard it, and he held back: "My lord, if you want to attack a target, do you still walk slowly? Let your opponent be ready before you fight him?"

"Huh? Shouldn't it?"

"If it is a duel between warriors, of course, these principles must be the same. But, have the Rus people talked about the truth in the past few years? Lukulye Village should be over. As for the bridge village, all the smart villagers have run away. There are only a few. People are reluctant to leave their belongings, they deserve it to be killed."

Siegfast also thought about it, and when he looked at the charcoal-like village over there, a sense of fear actually affected his body. "Maybe the butcher Arik hasn't left yet, we rushed over, and we will definitely fight with them. Maybe, those Ross people are all in the village."

"My lord, are you scared? How was your courage just now?"

"Grund, are you questioning me?" Siegfast looked at the veins on his forehead. He supported his helmet hard and took the initiative to walk forward with his sword.

The chief guard and the brothers looked at each other and smiled, and drew out their swords and quickly walked in front of the gold master. After all, if the young businessman who went on the battlefield for the first time died, would his father, who proclaimed himself the king, pay the commission for it? It's good if you don't blame it.

King Harken did give an explanation to the Danish guards in the team. This bold reconnaissance activity involved specific combat, and Danish Grund had a great say.

A team of five hundred people scattered and marched forward, most of them holding swords and axes. There are more than thirty archers in the team, but don't expect how powerful their short wooden bows are.

Every soldier in this Gotland army was ready to fight at this moment, and they moved forward very carefully.

They walked on the sparse wheat field, guarding the surrounding woods, and beware of the Russ ambush.

Just as everyone was approaching the wreckage of the village, Chief Guard Grund announced a time-out. The brothers knelt in the wheat field one after another, with swords thrust into the ground.

Siegfast was really puzzled: "Why aren't you leaving?"

Grund grabbed an ear of oats at will, rubbed out the granules and stuffed them into his mouth: "It's good wheat, we can harvest soon."

"Hey! I asked why you didn't leave. You shouldn't be afraid of the Ross people."

"Keep quiet." Grund asked his benefactor to feel it with his heart, but what could Siegfast detect?

"Don't linger, I want you to bring your brothers up, what are you afraid of a wreck?" Siegfast didn't want to linger, he stood up suddenly, and shouted angrily at the dormant soldier: "Are you cowards Do you? Give it to me! If you dare not, don't think about getting paid!"

Seeing the crazy look of the gold master, Grund was so angry that he kicked him directly.

It was precisely at this time that a group of crows suddenly flew out of the wreckage.

"You are so bold, how dare you!"

Grund's eyes were staring ahead, and his face was so serious that Siegfast felt dangerous.

"My lord, there is something in the wreckage? The crow is frightened."

"Huh? It's always some monster? Or, where is the Ross?"

Grund knew what to do, and thirty soldiers left the army to find out as scouts.

At this moment, Arik, who was camping in the ruins, was awakened by his men.

After waking up, the Ross soldier who went to the toilet found the crowd approaching. They were so many! In panic, he instantly hid in the ruined walls, crawling to the place where everyone slept, pushing all the sleeping people to fight.

The enemy is coming, what should I do?

fighting! This is a battle of fate for brothers, even if the number of people is inferior.

Alikler asked the brothers to pack their blue and white gowns, which were so glaring. Then they ordered everyone to wear the seized linen robes, cover their blonde hair, and wipe their white faces and golden beards black with charcoal blocks with their hands.

Twenty crossbowmen have been wounded, and their arrows are aimed at the enemy.

During this preparation, the crows in the ruins all flew!

"They are sending scouts? What a stupid! Or, let me kill these people." Arik saw the killing, and now this is his favorite. He also hurriedly ordered the ambushing brother: "Crossbowmen, put them close and shoot. The others, listen to my order, flock to them and hack them to death."

Gotland's scouts marched cautiously in a sparse line, struggling to stare at the traces of enemies or monsters in the ruins, and gradually approached the first burnt down farmhouse.

The time has come!

Arik made a gesture, and twenty arrows hit the target with a swish sound.

As many as ten people shot arrows on the spot, spraying blood, throwing down their weapons and falling to the ground.

"Brothers! Kill!" Arik was the first to jump out of the bunker with his two swords. His face covered with charcoal made him weird and terrifying, and his two steel swords that reflected sharply in the morning sun added even more. His momentum.

More than a dozen Ross fighters took the lead, and just as the opponent was beaten up, the crossbowman completed another reload.

Arik received fire support once, and there were not many remaining scouts left.

The hand-to-hand combat begins!

Arik stuck his tongue out as if he was about to eat the enemy. He realized some tricks with double swords, like a pair of scissors, neatly cutting off the heads of two enemies.

However, two Ross fighters were killed on the spot when they were broken by the enemy's axe.

In order to move quickly, Arik and his men finally abandoned all the chain mail. They acted lightly, and the overall lack of defense.

The failure of the Gotland scouts is inevitable, but they are flesh detectives themselves, and they fished out the hidden enemy with their lives.

"What is that not the Ross people? Brothers, chop them off for me! Cut a head and ten silver coins!" Siegfast stood up and shouted with the giant sword.

The vast number of soldiers received a reward, and the whole body was shocked like a madness. Originally, the Chief Guard wanted to keep the team's impact as orderly as possible. Now that the whole team is in chaos, they have to join the chaos.

There is no need for any formation, the Gotland army just needs the advantage of a mediocre number, and completely floods the enemy like a mudslide.

Arik's two swords were dripping blood, facing the rushing flood, he was fearless. But his soldiers have spontaneously begun to retreat.

He raised his sword and yelled: "Don't retreat! Keep fighting with me! This is our destiny, charge!"

The boss is so brave, if the brothers withdraw, still have the face to go back to see Lord Duke?

"Then fight to death together!" A soldier yelled and followed Arik's footsteps.

The crossbowmen completed the third round of shooting. They threw down their crossbows, drew out their swords and axes, and took their shields to participate in the fight.

More than 30 people attacked 500 people? !

Siegfast was very well protected by his men. He actually left the battlefield, watching Danish mercenaries and armed islanders, and fighting this group of murderous Ross butchers.

"This is the Ross man? Just such a few people? It seems that the battle will end soon."

The development of the battle was completely beyond Siegfast's expectations.

The guy holding the two swords is clearly a berserker, and nearly twenty people have fallen around him!

The berserker's sword has turned red, and his black face has also been washed red with blood.

Arik opened his mouth wide and sneered loudly: "Gotland! I am Arik, Arik of Ross! Now I land on your island and look at your heads! Come on, cowards, fight me!"

Arik completely exposed his identity, and when he learned of this terrifying name, a large number of armed islanders retreated one after another.

This butcher is really fierce, and even his men are a group of ruthless people.

The fighters who follow Arik can be described as his confidants, and they have accumulated a wealth of experience in "slashing and killing the Gotlanders" in the battle.

Five more Ross fighters died in battle, but there were more Gotlanders lying on the ground.

There were deep wounds on the faces of the Ross soldiers, and the blood kept flowing. Everyone was breathing heavily and began to show fatigue.

Arikqiang kept his spirits, he knew that if he continued to fight, today was his time of death. If he died in battle, he had no regrets. The brothers will avenge him, and his son Askad will inevitably be taken care of by Rurik. Then slash and kill some Gotland people before the battle, so that the future battles of the Ross people can be more smoothly won.

Arik played with his double swords, the blood was thrown off one after another, revealing their original magnificent white luster.

He frightened his opponent with his aura, and the Gotland army dared not act rashly.

"This guy, got Odin's blessing? How can I fight like this?!" Siegfast stamped his feet with anger, and he was also shocked by the horror of the battle, thinking that if he kills himself, he is afraid it is not a small one. Life is not guaranteed.

The head of the guard Grund bared his teeth, he hurriedly ordered the archers in the team to gather, and suddenly appeared in front of the formation when the two sides entered the weird confrontation.

The archer began to release arrows, and then a Ross warrior standing and resting suddenly hit the arrow.

Even Arik's left arm was cut by a cluster of broad-bladed arrows.

"Ah!" He screamed and knelt on the ground, watching his gray commoner begin to bleed.

Ross soldiers gathered around him, forming a shield wall to resist the enemy's arrows. The clusters of arrows shot by the Gotland's bow could not penetrate the oak shield. Behind the shield wall, a warrior dragged Arik vigorously and asked him to withdraw from the battle.

"No! I would rather die here! I want to hack to death these villains!"

A soldier dragged on desperately: "Boss, you are our flag captain. If you die, who will command the first flag team? We have to fight with them. How can you die so easily? Is it Odin? Hope so? Look, the crows have all flown away before the battle! Odin doesn't want you to die!"

This statement is really level, those crows are regarded as the incarnation of God, or the eyes of God. The flock of crows has left, and God must be indifferent to this battle.

Wouldn't it be a waste to die here?

Arik suddenly decided that Sa Yazi would run away, and the brothers retreated lightly, running faster than the group of armor-piercing guys. They'd better come to chase them, so that after contacting the main force, the Ross army can easily defeat them.

However, Siegfast looked at the shield wall of the Ross people and screamed arrogantly: "Haha, aren't your arrows fierce? Now look at my arrows, how do you feel? Are you not good at hacking? Now he has become a tortoise!"

"Arik! Arik of Ross! What are you! A coward in a tortoise shell, you can only slay poor farmers and helpless women, you can only exhale with cattle and sheep."

"Coward, stand up for me! I! Heir to the Gotland throne, Siegfast, I will cut off your head!"

Arik, who was about to withdraw, was furious. He stood up abruptly, ignoring the bleeding left arm. He didn't feel the pain at all in the mania, and he stood up suddenly and directly rushed through the shield as a barrier.

He ignored the swish and passed the arrow, and wanted to raise the sword to continue fighting, but he was still unstoppable.

The conscious brothers all think this is the enemy's dirty and aggressive approach. Everyone is not a coward, but just wants to live to participate in the final battle.

"My lord, we must evacuate! Don't believe that...Ah!" The warrior who persuaded Arik the most thoughts, he was hit by an arrow through the aorta of his neck, and blood sprayed Arik's face.

The soldier fell, and he would die soon after such a fatal injury.

Arik knelt down, a helmet that was missing from the center, but fortunately the iron block blocked the damage.

It is the third year that the brothers present have been plundering the sea with Arik, and this dying soldier is also the veteran who followed him to get revenge on the island three years ago.

The soldier knew that there was not much time, and he grudgingly mumbled: "Go! Take the young brother away, go back to see the Duke, see Rurik, tell them everything, take revenge for...we. If you don't take the crossbow, you will destroy it. Can't let them take it away. Go!"

After that, the soldier got up forcibly, ignoring the blood-spraying neck, and took up the shield and axe, and shouted with the last strength: "Protect the boss! Cover the boss to evacuate!"

There was only killing in the eyes of the blood-spraying warrior, and his body kept hitting arrows, even the Gotland archer was shocked by this fearless aura. In the end, the soldier eventually shed his blood, and with a bunch of arrows on his chest, he fell on the way to the charge.

"Really a brave fighter, a loyal attendant. UU reading www.uukanshu.com" Glend couldn't help but praise.

"It's a reckless man. And the one who ran away, the butcher Arik, now he should be called the coward Arik!" Siegfast laughed arrogantly, "Grund, solve this group of villains who are not afraid of death. As for that. Arik, let him go!"

"Huh?" Grund was taken aback. "Aren't you going to chop off his head? How can you let him go?"

Siegfast shook his head: "Compared to these charging fighters, that Arik is a coward. You see, those running guys are like bereaved dogs. I don't want to kill cowards, I can't afford to be ashamed."

Grund was laughing wildly in his heart. He felt that his gold master was stupid and arrogant. The guys in the fight were all watching the show, and finally he advertised himself as a warrior? Siegfast, this guy is a businessman, not worthy of being a fighter at all. Of course, if you serve this guy as an attendant, the brothers have to take money, so they don't speak contemptuously.

In the end, this product was the gold master, and Grund had to take the Danish guys to rush in front of the Gotland Islander fighters and behead the Ross fighters who were desperately charging. Oh, not at all. He deliberately left a few words to live, first to interrogate the situation of the Ross people, and secondly to let the gold master himself complete the beheading, so as to explain to the king that "the prince also beheaded the fierce Ross people" .