A Viking, wearing a clean fur-covered leather vest, kicked a house open, tightened his nerves, blocked the round shield in front of his chest, and walked in cautiously.

"Bah, these guys who claim to be civilized are not as clean as those of us who they call savages!" The oncoming stench made the Vikings in clean leather vests frown and curl their lips.

"They seem to take a slight bath, and they don't shit and urine directly into the house without any hesitation." A guy wearing a decorated mail with a terrifying scar on his face. The mail was taken from the body of a knight in a Friesian Principality last year, and the scar was the "Medal of Honor" he was proud of.

"No one, and I can't find even a little valuable thing in their house." The Vikings in clean leather vest kept rummaging around the house, saying strangely.

Due to the warning from the caravan, almost every household in the village packed the food and valuable things in advance. After the alarm was issued, many villagers ran home and carried their bags into the wooden fort.

"These cunning guys brought all their food and property into the castle." The Vikings with big scars on their faces walked out of the house, narrowed their eyes, and greedily glanced at the wooden fort on the hill.

"Do you have any gains?" The Vikings wearing clean leather vest walked out of the house and saw a small group of companions walking out of a house not far away, and couldn't help but ask loudly.

"No, it's useless." Several Vikings not far away were a little angry and shook their heads impatiently.

"Everyone gathers and come to my place!" At this time, the little leader's loud command came from the edge of the village in the direction of Mubao.

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"You should look at the wonderful expression on their faces after they got nothing!" An archer standing on the wall of the fort in thin armed clothes seemed to be watching a monkey show, and his face was filled with a cheerful smile and patted the shoulders of the recruiting soldiers of the Free Nong beside him.

"Hahaha, search, search, you can't get anything except feces and urine!" The Freeborn recruiter, wearing a shabby stuffed turban, a coarse cloth cloak, a brown fur coat with a short robe and a wide leaf blade spear, couldn't help laughing when he saw a Viking coming out of his hut with his hands empty.

"What are they talking about?" A strong Viking man looked at a tall and thin Viking traveler next to him who could understand the ridicule of the soldiers on the city wall. The latter was so angry that his neck turned red, and he stared at the city wall with his eyes and glared at it without saying a word.

"Gravas, Avid, come with me. Everyone else stays here." The little leader waved to his two companions. The three of them held their shields tightly and walked slowly along the dirt road on the upper hill carefully.

At this time, above the fort gate, fully armed Simon looked carefully at the three people walking, and the archers beside him had already pulled out arrows from the quiver and were ready to fight.

"Don't shoot arrows first, let me see what they want to do." Simon waved his hand to the several archers beside him who were eager to try.

"You are the lord of this village and the wooden fort, right?" Avid, the Viking trooper in patched soft armor and a studded leather vest, shouted in a slightly crappy Germanic dialect to Simon on the fort gate.

"Yes," Simon held the walls and frowned and looked at the three damn Viking raiders with a bad look. "What's the point of doing you come to my territory with such a big fanfare?"

"Aha, we heard that your territory has gained a lot this year, so I want to come and share a little bit for you." Avid, a traveling merchant, raised his head arrogantly, as if he didn't take the people on the fort wall seriously.

"Oh? How do you want to share the burden?" Simon laughed furiously, looking down at these three guys who were ignorant of the world.

"Supply all the wheat you harvested a few days ago, and then hand over three hundred transnier silver coins," after a low voice with the leader, the Viking pedestal merchant who was in Germanic dialect raised his head arrogantly and said, "Otherwise, we will attack this vulnerable wooden fort and slaughter all the people inside like a crushing dog!"

"Ha, then you guys can come and try it." Simon sneered. On his castle wall, there was a hunter with superb archery skills, two skilled archers, and eight archers who knew basic archery skills. In addition, there were nearly thirty infantry with basic equipment.

Unless the opponent attacks the castle at five times his own number, he will definitely suffer.

"Floki, what are you going to do?" After the three of them returned to their team, a strong Viking man asked the little leader. At the same time, almost everyone focused their scorching eyes on the little leader.

"They may have reinforcements. We must fight quickly. It is best to break through their fort walls and fort gates in one wave." The little leader twisted his beard and thought carefully, and looked at Simon, who was fearless on the city wall not far away.

"Very good. We will use local materials and make two siege ladders first." A big bearded man rolled up his long sleeves, carried the round shield behind him, and walked into the village with a few partners.

"By the way, I have to put down a thick tree and make a simple siege hammer." The little leader said to a bored guy next to him who was against the wall.

The guy's eyes suddenly lit up, and he said nothing, picked up his thick axe and walked towards the woods beside the village.

"Lagwas, take a few people to patrol around the village to see if there are any ambushers," the little leader ordered to his companion who had just followed him to shout, "Be smarter, and shout immediately whenever there is something wrong."

The fierce and bloodthirsty man wearing a wide mail nodded and walked out of the village with a few Viking warriors who had a good relationship with him.

"Other people who are not working, leave a few people to watch, and we will choose a few of their houses as temporary rest points." The little leader felt that he was wet in the rain, and just wanted to find a place to shelter from the wind and rain to raise a warm bonfire.

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It was late at night, and it was dark today because of the heavy rain. The Vikings' ladder and simple siege hammers have almost been completed.

Except for a few Viking warriors watching the surrounding village, all other Viking invaders gathered at the bonfires that rose in several rooms, eating simple suppers, and discussing combat plans the next morning.

"When can this damn rain stop?" The little leader took off his wet leather boots and baked them by the fire. Suddenly, a disgusting sour smell filled the air.

"Hey, Floki, be careful, I'm still eating!" A disheveled Viking took a bite of dried fish and wiped his mouth with his dense beard.

"No matter how smelly the pickled herring is, it doesn't smell like you are eating." The little leader Floki retorted without caring.

"Come on, discuss some serious things," a strong man of five or three chunky wiped his grooved Viking sword under the light of the fire. "How do you plan to attack tomorrow? The strange city wall at their main entrance doesn't look very easy to fight."

"But we have no choice," said the little leader Floki, while taking off his soaked bear-skin mailing shoulder cover. "My plan is to divide into three teams, one team rushed to the city gate with a siege hammer to confront the castle gate, and the other two teams set up ladders to attack the walls on both sides of the front castle gate, and strive to attack the inside of the castle and open the castle gate from inside."

"Why not attack the weaker wall on the side?" The Viking, chewing on the pickled herring, looked at the little leader Floki in a strange way.

"We don't have many people, and we attack the castle again. If it is scattered, it will be easily defeated one by one." Floki looked at the fire and simulated the siege plan in his mind. "Besides, we don't understand the structure and distribution of troops in their castle. It's too risky to attack from the side."

"Okay, just follow your plan." The Viking nodded thoughtfully.

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At the same time, inside the wooden fort, Simon couldn't help frowning as heavier and the hustle and bustle of villagers in the fort.

"It won't work like this. If you get wet in the rain, it will be bad," Simon thought to himself and looked at the village chief not far away. "Hey, village chief, find two young men to build a few simple canopies, and then raise a few bonfires."

"Okay master." The village chief nodded quickly and pulled a few serfs to find materials.
Chapter completed!