Although most of the vikings on the other side of the river weren't wearing their armour for some unknown reason, they were still beginning to assemble into a formation. He was somewhat vexed that his ambush was blocked by a single person. Moreover, the other party was clearly adept at blocking spears and arrows. Harold couldn't help but take a deep breath. He turned his head and encouraged the militia that had rushed to the front row. "He's also a son of his parents. Go!"
Under the personal urging of the King, the English militia surrounding the bridgehead had no choice but to move forward in formation. With a shield in one hand and a weapon in the other, they surged up the bridgehead step by step.
At the forefront was a middle-aged man with a sturdy stature and a dark complexion. Unfortunately for him, he was squeezed to the front row. Looking at the bulky stature of his opponent, he couldn't help but reveal a fearful expression. He tried to shrink back but was pushed forward by the people behind him. He roared, "Don't push me from the back!"
The closer he got, the more scared he became. He could already see the remaining intestines of the previous warrior still hanging on the axe. The dark-skinned man's emotions were simply out of control. He shouted loudly and hurriedly, "Don't push me, for the sake of fellow countrymen, don't …"
However, his opponent had already raised his axe and chopped down on his head. Accompanied by the screams of the captive women who had fled back to the rear of the English militia, the sound of the axe chopping into flesh rang out. The women who had lost their homes didn't dare to look at the horrifying scene before them. They hugged each other, some buried their heads in the bosom of others, while others simply averted their gazes, not daring to look.
On the bridge, the remaining English militia were chopped down one by one by Lynch. Under his vigorous chopping, many of them — at least a portion of them — were sent flying into the river.
"Move aside! Move aside for me! " The berserker took advantage of the terrain of the bridge. He didn't have to face too many enemies at once. Furthermore, the berserker's ability allowed him to ignore the pain of hidden arrows. The more he fought, the more courageous he became. This time, he simply drew a large arc with his axe and chopped down diagonally from above. In one fell swoop, three soldiers before him were chopped into six pieces. Only the last 'lucky one' survived temporarily. Under the intense pain, his remaining will urged him to crawl back on the bridge, trying to escape from the demon before him. However, Lynch directly stomped on his spine from behind. With a teeth-grating crack, the 'lucky one' could still blink his eyes, but he was completely immobilized.
The berserker laughed excitedly. His face was stained with blood and minced meat. After pulling out the arrow stuck in his body, he shook his shoulders again with a triumphant look on his face. One by one, the Anglo Saxons were killed by the berserker. He single-handedly blocked the English army, making it difficult for them to cross the bridge.
"I've hunted deer before. I'm good at that. But I've never done this before. How about you?" A soldier beside Leovric said. But no one paid attention to him as he was surrounded by the crowd.
In the shield wall formation, Toffie heard the sound of flowing water. He found that the soldiers beside him were so nervous that they wet their pants before the battle. He couldn't help but wrinkle his nose.
"What should we do now?" He asked, a little confused. He watched his comrades around the bridge fall one by one. He didn't know if he should follow the crowd and approach the bloody place.
"Now, let's lower our heads as much as possible." Leovric pulled his best friend back. Both of them arched their bodies slightly as if they were about to dive, but they tried their best to stay at the back of their group.
In the midst of the chaos, Odega, who was missing just now, came back and shouted, "Where's my damn cousin?"
"You said that the fighting season is over," Leovric said unwillingly. "That's what you said."
"Does it look like it's over to you?" Odega pointed at the pieces of meat that were flying everywhere.
Leovric looked at Toffie with a pale face. He knew that it was useless to say more. He stood up and raised his shield, intending to obey the order and get ready to fight the berserker leader on the bridge.
"You idiot! Do you think I'll let a skinny sparrow like you die in vain?! ' Come here, go to the river. " Odega stopped him helplessly. As one of the king's guard captains and the conscription officer, he was different from the ordinary militia. He had been vigilantly paying attention to the place outside the wooden bridge. After he found that the other berserkers on the other side of the bridge had left and no one was paying attention to them, he took a few steps back and then led Leovric to the river.
"Thank you so much. I thought you were going to ask me to go to the bridge." Leovric looked at the scene on the other side of the bridge and thanked Odega with a tone of relief.
"You're going to the bridge." Odega looked at the direction of the bridge and said seriously. Then he pointed at the big wooden barrel that only had half of the bottom left on the river.
Leocliff simply couldn't believe his own ears. He turned his head to look at Odegar with doubt and disbelief.
"You're quite sneaky. You're good at climbing trees." Odega mysteriously approached Leovric and looked at his tall and skinny body. "And you're skinny enough to sit in the wooden barrel."
Leovric began to listen attentively. He knew that his cousin must have other plans. He frowned and confirmed again, "You really want me to go to the bridge?"
Odega directly let himself get close to Leovric and whispered to him.
On the bridge, Lynch who was shot a few more times but was not affected by the injury, killed the soldiers one by one. "Waggggh!" After killing more than seventy people, he even let out a mocking roar at the soldiers who died under the bridge.
Leocliff took off the armor on his body. Wearing only his soft inner shirt, he carefully climbed into the half-broken wooden barrel. He tried his best not to make any noise as he drifted along the river to the bottom of the bridge. Looking at the broken pieces of his comrades around him that had been replaced by illusions, he put on the hood that was attached to his vest and raised his head with a determined gaze. His eyes looked at the bottom of the bridge above his head.
On the bridge, Lynch was fully engaged in the battle again. He did not notice Leovric who was under the bridge at all. He killed the English militia one by one. Even though he had tried his best not to use the kind of attack that wasted energy to smash people into pieces at the beginning of the battle, his strength was a little exhausted after all. The time for the berserker to stimulate the potential of his body was almost over. However, when he realized that he no longer had enough strength to push the English militia in front of him down, he actually let go of the axe in his hand and stretched out his hands to move the head of the English militia to the back to expose his neck. After that, he stuck his head out and directly bit the throat of the English militia. The sound of blood flowing into the throat of the English militia was heard. His throat was bitten off by Lynch.
The leader of the berserkers spat out the bitten throat mixed with blood onto the eyes of another person who was about to attack him, causing him to temporarily lose his vision. Then, he used his helmeted forehead to hit the forehead of the enemy who did not have such equipment. The militia whose skull was actually shattered immediately fell backward. However, before he could completely fall to the ground, he was swept away by Lynch's axe …
Although he was not as ferocious as before, this Viking Warrior was indeed the leader of the berserkers. He looked like he could still fight for a while.
The assembled Vikings in the distance cheered enthusiastically. They were proud of their Warriors and began to maintain their formation as they approached the heroes in their hearts.
The English soldiers were terrified. It seemed that even if the king had given the order, no one would move forward. At this moment, Odega pushed the soldiers aside and came forward. He raised his hands and made a gesture of surrendering and stopping the battle.
"I am under orders to negotiate with your master." Odega's tone was steady and calm as he looked straight at the other party.
Seeing his posture, the leader of the berserkers widened his eyes. He wiped the blood of the English soldier dripping down from his forehead, his sinister face showing some puzzlement and doubt.
"We accept your surrender." Odega maintained a harmless posture but spoke provocatively. "Do you understand? We don't wish for anyone to lose their lives here. Warrior, I respect you and I don't wish to kill you. "
"Englishman, you must be dizzy from the sun." Lynch seemed to be amused by Odega after his initial astonishment. "You want to do business with me?"
Odega looked at the other party with a look of pity. He lifted his leg and stomped on the bridge to signal.
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