The Viking warriors charged towards the small wooden fort on the hill with the arrows that kept shooting, risking their lives falling into a trap.

"Damn it, go on that uphill road, there are no traps on the road!" A Viking warrior holding a shield in front and opening the road for eight simple siege hammers behind him shouted loudly to his companions around him.

"Hehe, get closer to the mud road!" A thin and thin Viking, wearing only a leather turban, was wearing a filled armor, and a light-moving step, ran back to the uphill main road from the grass beside the road, but fell because the muddy hills were too slippery. When he got up again, he was already covered in mud and feces.

"The cowards often have no good ending." The strong Viking named Ralph took the lead in carrying the cloud ladder, charging on the grass on the upper hills, while looking at his companions who were gradually moving closer to the dirt road.

Sure enough, after a large number of Vikings gathered in the dirt road, the hit rate of archers on the fort wall began to increase.

"Oh, Odin!" A Viking man tied his beard into several exquisite braids and gradually became unconscious. He knelt on the charge road with reluctance and reluctance.

He was just a fisherman who lived a dull life a month ago in a small village in the Scandinavian fjord.

However, in the past two years, he watched his formerly poor neighbors return full load after robbing with the fleet and become richer. His originally peaceful heart became more and more restless, and his previous simple personality became more and more snobbish.

Finally one day, he could not bear the poor days. So he sold his small fishing boat and fishing net, bought a curved short spear and a ragged round shield from the blacksmith, and bought a worn-out padded cotton robe from the armor merchant. After seeking the consent of the leader, he bid farewell to his wife and children and followed the fleet to Frank, hoping to make a fortune.

But it was a pity that after he successfully followed the robbery team to rob a monastery and a village, he was killed in a small village that he had never heard of before.

There are actually many ordinary Vikings like him, but some are very lucky and they are developed, while some are very lucky and they lose their lives.

Many Vikings who charged were gathering on the mud roads on the upper hills because they were afraid of traps, which instead provided excellent opportunities for the archers on the fort walls.

Some Viking warriors who were as poor as the fisherman were unfortunately caught in the dense rain of arrows, and suffered casualties.

"Persevere, we'll be here!" The Viking warrior who was shot in his right arm endured the severe pain in his arm, and simply threw down his short axe and directly used a round shield to protect himself and his companions who were carrying siege hammers around him without any protection.

"Hmm!"

A fierce Viking, carrying a siege hammer, wearing a leather turban, wearing a soft armor, and a solid chain mail, was shot in the middle of the face with a arrow, and fell to the ground with a muffled groan, constantly twitching, and huge amounts of blood gushed out.

"Ahh, do you think that such thick armor on you can protect you from peace? It's ridiculous!" Bill laughed and looked at his masterpiece proudly - the Viking warrior who was fully armed and lying in a pool of blood without any movement.

"Don't rush up like a stupid pig, raise your round shield to protect your teammates carrying the siege hammer!" Gravas, who held the round shield and blocked the arrows in front of the siege hammer, shouted loudly with some anger.

After a while, the Viking soldiers around the Vikings carrying the siege hammer gathered and raised wooden shields to protect them tightly.

"Hell," Bill frowned and ordered to the archers beside him, "Transfer the target and shoot the Yankees rushing on the lawn!"

Taking advantage of this good opportunity, many Vikings who were walking on the hills accelerated their pace and successfully sent the remaining six companions carrying siege hammers to the fort gate.

"This is the shooting dead corner of their damn archer, hit me!" Gravas showed joy on his face, shouting happily, and waved his hand to his companions who were still charging behind him, asking them to follow him quickly.

"Dong!" The gate of the Mubao made a dull sound.

The villagers hiding in the yard of the wooden fort were shocked and looked in the direction of the fort gate in panic.

Several timid women screamed loudly, and the baby lying in the old woman's arms also cried loudly, and the wooden fort was in chaos.

"O Virgin Mary, save us, save me and my children..." A woman in a dirty brown linen dress held the crying child in her arms, knelt on the ground and closed her eyes and kept praying.

"It's all because of the sins we have committed. These savages are God's punishments brought down by God," a white-bearded old man wearing a tattered black hood trembled with a cane. Listening to the constant shouts of killing and bloodthirsty roars from outside the castle, he muttered to himself, "God has abandoned us poor people!"

"Shut up, old guy, don't talk nonsense," Miller, who walked towards the wooden door with a spear and shield, stopped and glanced at the nervous old man. "Since God will bring down miracles to make us fed and fed, he will also protect his people from the random trampling of pagans!"

At this time, the militia soldiers gathered next to the fort gate and nervously held the weapons and shields in their hands.

"Take a hot bath, bastards!" Just as the Vikings under the fort siege hammers were striking the door wildly, Klein came to the top of the fort siege gate with a large bucket of boiling water and leaned against the wall to pour the barrel.

"Ahhhhhhh!" Several Viking warriors carrying siege hammers under the fort gate were scalded and screamed. Their originally pink and white skin instantly turned red like a cooked crab. The intense and scorching pain made them roll in the moist and filled with mud and horse manure like pigs, trying to use the coolness of the mud to relieve the scorching skin.

"You little devil, let me die!" Floki, the little leader who escaped the disaster next to him, was extremely angry and threw the armed axe in his hand as a flying axe toward the little Klein who was laughing at the castle gate.

"Come back soon, are you going to die?" The stonemason Ryan pulled Little Klein's collar back and pulled it back, and an axe rushed past Little Klein.

If I had beaten up, Klein would probably have to go to heaven to reunite with his father.

At this time, three or four militiamen carrying boiling water buckets rushed to the fort wall and splashed directly at the Vikings who were hitting the door under the fort gate.

"Hold on, hold on!"

With the lesson I just learned, the remaining Vikings raised their shields over their heads to protect their companions who were hitting the door.

"My hand!" Although the boiling water did not sprinkle directly on the heads and bodies of the Viking warriors, it burned their hands that raised their shields along the fan.

"Stand it, you'll be knocked open!" Gravas looked at the already ragged wooden door and smashed his mouth and thought about how to torture and slaughter the damn cunning Fold Villagers after hitting into the wooden fort.

At this moment, on the fort walls on both sides of the fort gate, the Vikings' siege ladders had been set up, and Viking warriors rushing to the walls were holding short swords and holding round shields, climbing upwards.

"My God of Odin!" A Viking warrior was about to climb up the fort wall with a round shield when he suddenly felt a loud noise coming from the round shield. Then a force so big that he could not resist came from his shield-raising arm, and he fell down from the ladder with him.

The Viking warrior who fell heavily to the ground wanted to stand up again, but found that his body could not move without control. He braved Venus' eyes and saw a stone as big as a cabbage beside him. But then he soon found that he could not breathe, and his mouth was full of blood rust, and he lost consciousness after a while.

"Ahh, this is the meeting gift I tried to move to the fort wall a while ago. Are you satisfied?" A militia in tattered and filled armor shouted happily, regardless of whether the Vikings under the wall could understand it.

"Woo! Kill these lowly robbers and send them to hell!" The archers and spear-holding militia on the fort wall re-energized their morale under the leadership of this militia.

"Ahhh!"

But just as the militia wearing tattered and filled armor raised the stone and was about to smash it down, a short spear flew under the fort wall and penetrated his chest.

The face of the militia, who had just been filled with smug laughing, was occupied by extreme pain, and the blood flowing through the chest and the place where the spear handle pierced the back of his chest instantly dyed his originally beige filler red. Then, he staggered down from the wall of the fort and fell heavily on the awning that was built in the fort last night, smashing the already unstable awning.

"Oh, no, my God!" An old woman curled up at the wall with red eyes and rushed up like crazy, kneeling on the ground, stroking her son's still warm body, and burst into tears.

"Beware of their spear gunmen!" Simon shouted loudly on the fort wall.
Chapter completed!