"Set, gather!" A rough voice spread throughout the village of Fold.

Bathed in the morning raindrops, Viking warriors walked out of the house with their shields and battle axes.

"Bang!"

A small wooden door that was not solid was actually kicked down by a strong Viking man who walked out of the inner room.

"I didn't expect it to be so unstable." The strong man in Norman leather robe didn't care at all, put on his slightly worn goose helmet and walked out the door.

At this time, the Vikings in the edge of Qiuxia Village had basically gathered, while Simon and others in the castle on the other side were busy.

"Add some firewood and make the fire bigger!" Little Klein looked anxiously as the large iron pot started to slowly founcing out a slight hot water. When the pot of water boiled, a few serfs would transport it to the city wall with a few small hand-carrying barrels.

"How is it, are you nervous?" Simon looked at Ludwig who was leisurely wiping his sword beside him, and also the stonemason Ryan who was constantly paced and inspecting the walls.

"No..." Ludwig took the sword back to his scabbard and took out the wine pot on his waist. His hands, who twisted the lid, trembled slightly because of excitement, "Okay, I admit it's a bit."

"Protect yourself, I also need a learned bard to compile this battle into poetry and spread it to the distance!" Simon's lips raised a chuckling.

"Of course." The elbow of the wine pot that Ludwig had just raised was hit by an archer holding a large archer full of arrows, and immediately spread half of the good wine. But he didn't care, drank the remaining half of the wine in one gulp and stood up.

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"Dear heroic warriors, this is a great battle. We will conquer this so-called shepherd who was crucified." The little leader Floki shouted in the middle of the Vikings' team.

"Crack through the Broken Wood Fort and kill them all!" A violent Viking held up his blood-stained battle axe and looked bloodily at the Fort Fold on the hill.

"Snatch them all and kill them all!" The Vikings around were so angry that they shouted loudly.

"Very good, brothers," the little leader Frankie smiled with satisfaction, and continued, "The great Odin is observing our every move. The bravest warrior between us will transform into a respected heroic warrior after death, and be taken to Valhalla by the Temple of Valhalla, and enjoy delicious wild boar and sweet goat milk honey with the gods!"

"oh!"

The Viking warriors fell into fanaticism. For a moment, Simon and others on the fort wall felt tremendous pressure.

"This group of madmen who are desperate." Ludwig, who could understand what these Vikings were saying, curled his lips and stroked his love sword. He knew that the war was about to welcome Foldberg was an extremely cruel battle.

"Run, kill them all!" The little leader pulled out the decorated slotted Viking sword in the scabbard on his waist and pointed at the wooden fort.

"Kill!!!" These crazy Viking warriors raised their shields and rushed towards the wooden fort on the hill.

"Arrowman, prepare to shoot arrows." Simon narrowed his eyes. The visual impact brought by the strong enemy rushing up under the hill made him feel nervous for a moment and unable to breathe.

"One hundred and thirty meters, shoot arrows!" In the hazy rain and mist, when the first Viking rushed through a large rock to mark the ground, Simon shouted to the archers who had already prepared the bow.

"Swoosh!"

The sounds of crisp bowstrings and the rapid shooting of arrows were endless.

"Just put your head on, tease me..." A Viking wearing an open mail turban and a thick leather plywood armor looked at a white feathered arrow beside him with disdain. But before he could finish speaking, a fast-striking arrow instantly penetrated his throat.

"Young man, my apprentice may not be as good as me, but underestimating my Bill's archery is the biggest mistake you have made since you were born." Hunter Bill looked at the Viking who was kneeling down while covering his throat and spitting blood.

"Ah, it's tickling!" The Vikings who felt the round shield blocking the arrows shot at them on the hillside laughed and rushed up faster.

In the first round of shooting, except for Bill, the captain of the Archer Squad, who used his superb archery skills to kill one person, most of the arrows were shot empty. Even the arrows that shot the round shields used by the Vikings to block the arrows were a minority of the few.

"Don't be discouraged, don't be stunned, keep shooting!" Simon knew that the Vikings were still a little too far from the castle wall now. It was difficult for these archers who had just mastered archery archery to shoot the enemy.

These crazy Viking warriors were moving forward in the heavier and heavier rain. The raindrops made the mud road on the upper hill extremely muddy, and also made the grass on the hill wet and slippery.

"Oh!" A Viking warrior wearing a filling robe that became extremely bulky after being wet and wearing a mixed armor of scale chains, fell suddenly and fell unsteadily.

"Good opportunity, shoot him to death!" An archer on the city wall discovered the Viking who had unfortunately fallen. While greeting his companions, he quickly pulled out new arrows from the quiver.

"Hmph!"

For a moment, several arrows flew towards the Viking. Two arrows hit him, and the intense pain made the Viking unable to help but hum in a muffled voice.

"It's so damn. When I climb up the city wall, I will definitely break your skull!" The angry Viking stood up and quickly blocked the round shield in front of him, cursing secretly.

Although the arrow was shot from a high place and the damage was greater than that of a flat shot, it still did not penetrate his thick double armor.

"No, ordinary arrows are difficult to deal with these Norman bandits who are mostly mail-scales and leather armor." Ludwig, who witnessed the scene just now, shook his head unfortunately.

"That's right, lord, maybe you can get a few crossbows next time," Hunter Bill fired an arrow, turning his head to Simon while pulling out new arrows, "The ordinary bow and arrow are just like itchy to deal with this group of bitches."

"Don't think so much first, keep the firepower suppressing!" Simon frowned, waved his hand, and thought carefully in his mind.

"Ahhhh!"

At this time, among the Vikings charging up the hill, two Vikings, who were carrying a cloud ladder in front of one hand and holding a shield in the other hand, suddenly let out a fierce scream and disappeared from the vision of the two people raising the ladder behind.

"What's going on!" The two Vikings who were carrying the ladder behind did not care about the arrows flying around them, put down the ladder in their hands and rushed forward.

"It's a trap!" A Viking rushed to the place where his companion who was carrying the ladder in front disappeared, looked closely and took a breath.

I saw that it was a big hole with a length and width of about a carriage, covered with pointed wood stumps. The bodies of the two companions who had just fallen into it were already penetrated by multiple wooden stakes, and it seemed that they could not survive.

"It's so miserable," the Viking sighed a little, then shouted to his companions who were passing by over and rushed forward one by one, "Will anyone else help us lift the ladder up?"

"Ralph, Renault, go and help them carry the damn ladder under the castle wall," a ponytail man who seemed to be more prestigious among the Viking warriors pushed his two companions beside him, and then shouted to his companions who were still charging, "Beware of your feet, there are traps!"

"What trap? How does this look the same as the ordinary grass?" A young Viking warrior with a faint beard looked at the grass in front of him with some strange and cautious look.

Suddenly, before he could react, the young man fell into a trap with an old Viking warrior who had stepped forward with him.

"No! Olivian!" The man with ponytail who had just shouted to pay attention to everyone's attention, turned his head and saw a heartbreaking scene - his son who had been plundering for the first time fell into a trap pit.

"No!" The man with ponytail rushed to the edge of the pit with a quick step. He saw that his beloved son's body and neck were penetrated by several large wooden stakes, and he could not die any more.

"Ahhh, I want to, I want to kill all of you bitches!" The man with ponytail was in so much pain. A raging fire ignited in his tears. He put down his sword with his right hand, fumbled in a torn waist bag lined with his battle suit, and took out a small bottle of potion filled with a strange fragrance.
Chapter completed!