The war began - we can finally start with this sentence. Inspired by the powerful berserker leader, the other small tribe leaders were silent and had no choice but to agree to the request to continue the attack. Immediately afterwards, amid the long and desolate horns of dozens of Viking warriors, the tribal coalition forces ambushed on both wings of the road suddenly jumped out of the bushes and rushed towards the Biyad army with a scream.

"Stay on! Crossbows shoot! Retreat afterward!"

At this moment, this might be Egil's first battle. However, he was prepared for it and was still calm and held up his battle axe to order. After that, the knights of the guards around him immediately opened their masks and took out their horns. After the sounds of two long and one short, they were ready. The crossbow-carrying militia on both wings of the troops quickly pulled the trigger, and hundreds of crossbow arrows broke through the wind!

Within twenty meters of distance, the power of the crossbow was amazing, and there was basically no inaccurate aiming at such a distance. In this way, the tribes who rushed in the front row were suddenly caught in an arrow. Even the Viking warriors wearing chain armor could not resist the attack of the crossbow arrow. However, thanks to the blessing of chain armor, these guys generally would not die. They bravely pulled the arrow, then ignored the wound and continued to rush forward...

However, Viking warriors wearing chain armor are only a few, and the effect of this round of volleys is still very good, with more than 60 enemies falling to the ground.

Afterwards, the crossbow-carrying militia retreated to the second line, continued to pull the strings, and prepared for the second round of shooting. The Viking soldiers, who had been impatient, roared forward, roared down their axes, and began a fierce battle with the enemy.

The Viking soldiers had a relatively loose formation, but the Viking soldiers had a strict array. The tomahawk shield in their hands, the chain armor on their bodies, and the Vikings' strong physique had long been a powerful infantry front. Although the enemy's offensive was a little superior, they still couldn't take any advantage. Ordinary tribes holding harpoons, simple spears and logging axes were running clumsyly. Perhaps they had some ways to deal with wild beasts or swimming fish. But when facing the regular army, after seeing the opponent's tomahawk roar down, the original blood courageous spirit disappeared in an instant, and there was no strength to resist.

After a meeting, the Viking Army of Biad cut down hundreds of enemy soldiers, and a few regular Viking soldiers mixed in were also killed by multiple Viking soldiers due to their number defects.

"Bow, arrow, bow and arrow!!" The military leaders of the tribal alliance roared like this, so the tribal people took out their hunting bows, occupied several small hills on both sides of the road, and then shot condescendingly. However, at this moment, the two armies were almost mixed together. Although the tribal people were good at hunting, shooting rabbits and shooting people was different. They trembled with an arrow, and it would be good to not shoot on their insteps. As a result, many tribal soldiers rushing forward were plotted by the arrows of their own people who were shooting from behind.

"Damn it...stop shooting, stop shooting!"

So the military leaders had to order like this.

At this moment, the battle situation was extremely anxious. The Biyadian army gradually formed a circular formation. The outer circle was four incomplete Viking soldiers and two teams of slightly lost Viking soldiers, while the inner side were crossbow-carrying militias and patrol cavalry. The innermost level was Egil, surrounded by the guard knights.

On the outside, the tribal coalition forces, which had lost hundreds of people, were depressed. After several failed charges, they looked at the headless bodies of their families upside down on the side of the defense line, as well as the fierce Viking pirates cutting off their heads, holding their braids. Listening to the other party's howls, laughter and dirty words, no one can attack again.

"If you continue like this, you will lose..."

Seeing his morale depressed and the enemy leader's eyes were circling, as if he was thinking about counterattack, the Berserker leader made up his mind to take out his old money and gamble.

"Come with me!!"

After such a roar, the red-haired and red-bearded bearded berserker raised the battle axe in his hand and led a team of thirty-four elite Viking warriors whom he personally trained to rush out. The wheel axe in his hand was slashed at once - the Viking soldiers on the opposite side were split in half in disbelief.

"How is it possible? He obviously used such a bulky axe, why is it so fast?"

In this way, the sudden appearance of this pair of elite soldiers directly tore a hole in the entire defense line.

"Damn it - hold it!" There was no reserve team at all, and the combat effectiveness of the crossbow-holding militia was even more deceptive. If they wanted to go up and hold it, they would collapse in a short time. In turn, they might collapse in the overall situation if they hit the front line. At this moment, Egil could only say such a nutritious order.

However, it really couldn't stand it anymore.

Those elite Viking warriors, even more importantly, are the berserkers who are the soul of this army, who are so powerful that the wheel axe in his hand is so amazing. At this moment, seven or eight Biyad soldiers have been chopped over by him with an axe. Even if they stretched out the round shield block, they will probably be cut off by the shield and arm, and no one is his opponent at all. Biyad's defense line was also opened.

"Attack! Attack! Kill them!!" The other enemies were not fools. Seeing the chaos in the opponent's front, the military leaders of other tribes quickly blushed and roared with thick necks. They twisted the ears of the soldiers and tribes next to them, kicked their butts, and gestured at their heads with an axe.

So, a new round of charge began again.

"Damn it."

Egil snorted coldly, then he covered his mask: "Everyone, charge!!!"

After receiving the command from the leader, a total of twenty guard knights also imitated him and covered him with a cover. Then they pulled out a heavy mace from their waists, raised a zither-shaped shield to activate the war horse. Then, these monster knights in steel armor and invulnerable to the swords and swords, rushed into the battlefield with a long roar.

"Kill him, the battle will be over!"

At this moment, a man pressed the red-haired berserker who was fighting against several Viking warriors on the opposite side, and suddenly saw the group of iron armored cavalry rushing towards him. Of course, in his mind, the ironmaking technology could never be so sophisticated. These silver-shining armors were probably really cast with silver. They were very soft and would be OK if they were rushing down with an axe.

So they were in a tragedy.

The knights were walking in the battlefield like bulldozers, walking through the anxious places of their own and the enemy, ignoring the opponent's battle axe and the shooting of bows and arrows. The hideous mace in their hands directly hit the head of the opponent's soldiers. Then the skull was shattered, and the red and white flowed all over the ground, completely unsolvable, and no one was spared.

In this way, after these steel monsters joined, the front gradually stabilized - the other party did not have crossbows or large mesh rope guns. These weapons made by medieval iron smelting technology were jokingly unable to wear Renaissance armor no matter what.

——This should have been!

However, there are always some individuals in this world who can do things above the usual level of the race, just like rabbits weighing dozens of kilograms, dogs that can destroy lions, lizards that can freely change colors, and so on. Unfortunately, humans are indeed a race that is very good at producing specific individuals.

Seeing the battle axe in his hand chopping on the other party, nothing happened. When he saw his soldiers breaking their brains by the opponent's heavy mob one by one, the enemy did not roar as fiercely as ordinary soldiers, but urged the horses little by little, pushing forward at the same speed as humans trotting. This posture was as leisurely as if he was taking a picnic basket and his lover to go on a date by the lake.

The morale of the tribal coalition collapsed instantly.

"monster!!"

“We will be killed!”

"Help, mom!"

At this moment, watching the group of heavy cavalry performing the same massacre, the red-haired berserkers already knew that they had lost, completely, completely, lost.

——But so what?! Isn’t the fate of a warrior dying on the battlefield?! He died in bed surrounded by relatives and friends. That kind of death is not something that the Vikings should desire.

"Hahahahahaha!!!" Under such adversity, the other tribal alliance troops had already begun to flee. The berserkers did not advance but retreated. The battle axe in their hands seemed to have life, turning into silver light, harvesting the other party's life.

Go forward, go forward - kill that guy, kill him! He has recognized Egil as the leader of this group of Viking pirates, so he wants to kill him. Even if he fails, even if he dies, he will kill him before this!

The red-haired berserker advanced towards Egil. Along the way, the Viking soldiers discovered his intentions-these soldiers also roared wildly to block his way and defended their commander. They were almost the same dress, the same battle axe, and the same tone of roar... However, the red-haired berserker was much better and much more...

After a guard knight discovered him, he urged him to move forward, and the mace in his hand swung directly to his head, intending to kill this tenacious enemy.

However, the knights who were originally invincible on the battlefield met their opponent for the first time - this berserker skillfully avoided the knight's first attack, then rolled, and the battle axe in his hand slashed at the vital points of these steel knights, and the horse's legs were cut.

Amid the howling of the war horses, the guard knight fell in surprise and was thrown off the horse's back. The berserker quickly ran over, aimed the battle axe in his hand at the neck of the knight's armor and slashed it. He was one, two times, and as he saw the carotid artery being cut open, the arterial blood suddenly spurted the berserker's face. The knight's body twitched, but he could not die anymore.

Finally, Egil, immersed in the joy of victory, discovered the guy, a man whose blood had already appeared on his body, and his enemy's blood spilled out countless times, and he froze into ice in the cold wind, and his whole body was dyed red.

"It's very good, that guy." Egil completely ignored the casualties of his own army and sighed.

However, immediately afterwards, the corners of his mouth curled up and a creepy smile appeared.

"Kill him."

At some point, dozens of crossbow soldiers had gathered around him, and the crossbows in their hands had already been aimed at the berserker who was like a mad wolf.

shooting.

Puff, puff...

The sound of crossbow arrows breaking through the air sounded again - the broken chain armor on the berserker could no longer provide him with enough defense.

Hit the target.

He opened his eyes wide and tried hard to move forward, feeling the strength, temperature, and even the soul left his body little by little. He suddenly felt a little incredible: he was so powerful, he had killed so many enemies, he was clearly... why was he still defeated?

He opened his eyes unwillingly, and then the red-haired berserker let out his last breath.

Falling down dejectedly.

"Kill him!!"

After that, a group of Viking soldiers who had been suppressed by him became excited! He roared like this and pounced on him, as if he had found food. He raised the battle axe in his hand and slashed at the berserker's body, chopping his body into pieces, then picked up a broken spear, inserted his head into it, and then burst out a smug laugh.
Chapter completed!