"Ah hahaha, beautifully done!" The little leader Floki couldn't help laughing as he looked at the crumbling door.

"Clang!"

With a sharp sound from the large wooden door of Foldberg, the already broken door finally fulfilled its mission and fell to the ground with relief.

"Roar, don't be stunned, kill them all!" Floki, who was still under the city wall next to the fort gate, pushed Viking warriors one by one, pushing them into the inside of the fort gate. However, he soon noticed that the expressions of the soldiers who were originally happy, would no longer go forward, but just stared at the inside of the fort gate with wide eyes.

"What thing, why don't you rush? I swear that God Odin will despise your cowardly behavior!" The little leader Floki was very surprised. He was so angry that he raised his legs and stepped over the collapsed wooden gate and walked into the fort gate.

"This..." is different from the interior of the wooden fort that he had expected to see. He was greeted by another closed, brand new wooden fort gate.

The construction of castles in this era has just begun, and there is only one gate for many castles. After Simon discussed with the open-minded stonemason Ryan, he decided to use the design of the inner and outer double castle gates, and set up a killing hole about two meters long and wide above the door space between the two castle gates.

"Try this, Pigs!"

Just as the Vikings carrying siege hammers were pouring into the doorway, they were about to raise their morale again and break the damn castle gate, they did not notice that there was a big opening on their heads. At this time, two or three militiamen carrying boiling water and little Klein holding bows and arrows were staring at them fiercely.

"Ahhhh!"

The Viking warriors who had just relaxed their guards were washed by boiling water again and let out a sharp scream. They endured the violent burning sensation of their skin and raised the wooden shield, trying to block the boiling water splashed on their heads.

"Just just had soup before meals, and now it's the main meal!" As he said, a militiaman who picked up a large stone from the piled stones next to the murderous hole in the fort gate threw the stones in his hand fiercely towards the Viking warriors who were just holding up the round shield.

"Ah!" A Viking warrior wearing only a rag vest and leather armored vest, who was highly scalded by boiling water, was hit by a large stone, and his center of gravity was unstable and he sat down on the ground. But before he could come back to his senses, an arrow shot from the murderous hole was directly inserted into his face.

"You timid dog bastards know these tricks!" A furious Viking warrior wearing sleeveless scales and exposed skin was scalded red with redness, threw the short spear in his hand directly at the murderous hole on his head like a javelin.

But because he was burned, his accurate head was not as good as before. The flying spear just rubbed the filled armor of a militia who had just raised the stone and was inserted into the arch column next to it.

"Dear God, I almost died!" The militia, who was still scared, looked at the cotton that was cut open by a short spear and exposed the layers of cotton used to add hard filler armor inside. He quickly threw the stone down and leaned against the pile of stones, looking at the murderous hole that might fly out of the spear gun.

………

On the other side of the castle wall, Simon raised his hands and slashed hard on the round shield raised by a Viking who had just climbed up the ladder.

I saw that this guy was so shocked by the huge force that he almost fell down from the ladder. When he came to his senses, the second sword that was waving directly slashed from the top of his head, and half of the head of the mail turban was cut in half like a watermelon, and his brain splashed everywhere.

"Master, our Basin Gate has been broken!" Miller, who ran from the Basin Gate, said to Simon.

"Don't worry, use the murderous hole on the fort gate, and they have no idea how to start the second gate." Simon was not worried, but he was a little bit heartbroken. The new fort gate, which had just been built and put into use for less than a month.

At this time, under the wall of the castle with the enemy ladder on the side where Simon was standing, there were more than a dozen or twenty corpses of incomplete Viking warriors wearing leather armor or mail. Under the erosion of the rain, their blood with a strong smell of blood was slowly flowing down the hill.

The grass on the hills was dyed with the blood of the big beaches, and the green and red intertwined in this endless rain, which felt indescribable strangeness and depression.

The bodies of Viking invaders and wounded were scattered on the grass and mud roads of the upper hills, and weak moans and screams came from the pile of dead people. I wonder how sad their relatives would cry after seeing and hearing them.

"Retreat, retreat first!" The little leader Floki could not bear the stones thrown by the murderer all the time, and the cold arrows that occasionally shot his warriors. Moreover, after nearly a morning of high-intensity and fierce battles, many soldiers were already exhausted, and now they were almost forcing such a brand new and solid wooden door.

"Floki, you coward, this kind of behavior will be despised by God!" A one-eyed warrior wearing a goose helmet glared at Floki. If a proud warrior had no intention of retreating.

"Retreat first! We need to reintegrate our strength and get it trimmed!" Floki looked at the "brave" thorn in displeasure, but explained to him.

"Bah, you coward, this is just an excuse you have made for your failure!"

"You..." Just as Floki was about to get angry, a sharp arrow penetrated the one-eyed warrior's neck.

The stubborn one-eyed dragon suddenly lost its vitality, but fell to the ground with a proud and bright smile. He believed that his courage was enough to allow him to go to the Valhalla Temple after his death, become a glorious and enviable heroic warrior, waiting for the arrival of the war of doomsday.

"Escape in an orderly manner, don't turn your shields to the fort wall, raise your shields!" The little leader Floki just glanced at the dead one-eyed warrior with a little regret, and then shouted loudly to all the soldiers who were sieging the city.

After hearing the voice of the little leader, the Viking invaders retreated to the village like a tide, but their number was only about 60 or 70 percent when they attacked the city in the morning.

"Floki, what are you doing?" A Viking man with a stubble face narrowed his eyes and questioned Floki with dissatisfaction.

"Don't worry, this is just a tactical retreat," Floki, who relaxed, was also extremely tired and took off the bearskin mail shoulder cover that became very heavy because of soaking in water. "Our warriors need rest, and our tactics need to be adjusted."

"Isn't that just giving the group of bastards a chance to breathe," some soldiers were puzzled.

"What those rats rely on is the high castle wall and thick castle gate. In terms of personal combat power, even if they give them a breath of ten days, they will not be able to compete with us," Floki looked at the wooden castle on the hill with some disdain. "If we can concentrate all our strength, use wooden shields to protect the brothers who lifted the city hammer, and use spear gunners to watch the murderous hole of the castle gate that saw ghosts. Once we break through the last castle gate, it will be our time to kill."

"So that's it." Some soldiers expressed their understanding and nodded in agreement. Although they were not afraid of death, they also hoped that they could die worthwhile rather than lose their lives in useless work.

"Now, Aland, take a few people to watch around. Ragwas, take people to pick up firewood and collect food. Avid and you guys, come with me, talk to the damn sanctuary above, and bring back our brother's wounded and bodies."

………

"What do you want to do with these bastards?" A militiaman who was cleaning up the bodies of his own soldiers on the fort wall looked at the hills, and said in extreme disgust as he looked at the Vikings who were slowly walking up the hills.

"It seems that they want to take back the dead body." Simon put down the ponytail berserker's two-handed hook-blade axe and slowly walked towards the side of the wall on the fort gate.

"Ahem, we admit that you did a good job in this village and the owner of this wooden fort. It was a long time ago that the last guy who could make us suffer a little." At this time, the military businessman Avid was wearing a chain mail and looked up at Simon and said lightly.

"Hmm, so what's the point of doing?" Simon didn't want to get too entangled with these cunning old wolves, and looked at the enemies under the castle coldly.

"Ha, you don't have to be so cold," said Avid, a military businessman, smiled indifferently. "We have several requests, one, to carry back the bodies of our injured brothers and the dead brothers.

"No problem." Simon agreed very readily, and the eyes of a militia next to him were almost straightened.

"My master, please forgive me for disturbing you. I am very curious. Could it be that the mail and leather armor on the bodies are dragged back by the savages to take them back?" The militia scratched his head and looked at Simon in confusion.

"Don't worry, even if they buried the bodies, we won't lose anything," Simon said calmly, "but if so many untreated bodies induce plague, the price of solving the problem is not something we can afford."
Chapter completed!