Chapter 450 Siegfast VS Arik

The spirits of those warriors must have gone to Valhalla!

With this thought in mind, Arik and his living brothers gathered at the same bonfire, ignoring the burning smell that filled the ruins of the village, and curled up to sleep.

They are warriors and they are in such a battlefield. They do not take off their leather armor, and they always hold their swords and axes in their arms. Twenty crossbows are stacked on top of each other so that they can be quickly loaded when needed.

But the soldiers were too tired and fought a battle in which a small number defeated a large number. The brothers' attitude towards the Gotland army became even more contemptuous.

Arik did not set up a sentry, and he boldly estimated that no cowardly guy would come to disturb the brothers' sweet dreams.

Just when he relaxed his vigilance, a team of 500 people had already climbed onto the mound in the thin morning mist. Their next target was the bridge village where the Russians rested. .

Hakon of the Brisnos family, who proclaimed himself king of Gotland, felt that he had won the support of everyone amidst the enthusiastic shouts of the people. Next, let's use this momentum to defeat the large-scale invading Russians!

In a sense, he felt that this war was a life and death battle between brothers who had broken apart, but they were once brothers, so maybe things shouldn't be done too drastically.

Haken has the illusion of peace, but the Russians are obviously trying to kill him, so don't blame yourself for being cruel.

The eldest son Siegfast has never been on the battlefield, and his business skills reassure Haken. However, this kid is always surrounded by a group of guards from Denmark. These guys Telling the glorious deeds of the heroes in his hometown stirred his heart.

Become a war chief and lead powerful warriors to fight against powerful enemies.

Can people blessed by Frey, the merchant god, also receive support from Odin?

This group of people walked to yesterday's battlefield. The corpses lying on the ground were all limp, and their ferocious gray-white faces were still telling the horror of yesterday.

Sigfast looked at him coldly and was very angry: "This was all done by the Russians? It was the Arik of the Russians."

"It must be the butcher." Guard Captain Grund remained vigilant and asked the brothers to carry the body to another place.

"Brothers, let's go! Don't worry about these dead people for the time being. We have crossed the mound and found that Arik. I will chop off his head myself!"

The Danish guard We couldn't believe in the bravery of the benefactor, but the future battle was related to everything of all the islanders, so they had no choice but to obey the orders and stop, and always be alert to potential dangers to protect the benefactor's life.

They climbed over the mound. When the fog gradually thinned, they saw a black area not far away. Is it so incompatible with the entire yellow world?

After seeing the details clearly, Siegfast, who was very energetic, now became cautious.

He raised his sword and asked: "Do you think that is Qiao Village?"

"That's the Bridge Village. The butchers burned it and killed all the people who didn't have time to evacuate."

Sigfast, who was standing on a high place, was scratching his head at the sight. Heart: "They just stand there and let people chop them? Don't they know how to resist?"

Sigfast really wanted to laugh when he heard this, but he held back: "Sir, if you If you want to attack a target, should you walk over slowly and wait until the opponent is ready to fight him? "Huh?"

"If it's a warrior? Of course, these truths must be used in the duel between them, but have the Russians ever spoken truth in the past few years? Lukuluye Village should be finished. As for Bridge Village, all the smart villagers ran away, and only a few people were reluctant to part with their property. Let’s go, they deserved to be killed.”

Sigfast thought about it, and then looked at the black coal-like village over there, and a sense of fear gripped his body. "Maybe the butcher Arik hasn't left yet. If we rush over there, we will definitely fight with them. Maybe, those Russians are all in the village."

"Sir, are you afraid? Where was your courage just now? "

"Grund, are you questioning me?" Sigfast looked at the veins on his forehead. He held on to his helmet and walked forward with his sword in hand.

The captain of the guard and his brothers looked at each other and smiled, and they also drew their swords and walked quickly in front of the gold master. After all, if this young businessman who was on the battlefield for the first time died, would his self-proclaimed king father pay him a commission? It’s good if you don’t blame.

King Haken did give instructions to the Danish guards in the team. This bold reconnaissance activity involves specific operations, and the Danish Grund has a great say.

The team of five hundred people advanced in scattered directions, most of them holding swords and axes. There are more than thirty archers mixed in the team, but don't expect their short wooden bows to be very powerful.

Every soldier of this Gotland army was ready to fight at this moment, and they moved forward extremely carefully.

They walked on the sparse wheat fields, alert to the surrounding woods, and beware of being ambushed by the Russians.

Just as everyone was approaching the ruins of the village, the captain of the guard Grund announced a pause, and the brothers half-knelt in the wheat field, with their swords stuck on the ground.

Sigfast was really puzzled: "Why don't you leave?"

Grund picked out an ear of oats, rubbed out the pellets and stuffed them into his mouth: "Yes. Good wheat, we can harvest it soon."

"Hey! I asked you why you didn't leave."

"Keep quiet. De asked his sponsor to feel with his heart, but what could Siegfast detect?

"Stop dawdling, I want you to lead a swarm of brothers. What are you afraid of when it's just a wreck?" Siegfast didn't want to dawdle. He stood up suddenly and faced the dormant warrior angrily. Roar: "Are you cowards? Give them all a try! If anyone fails, don't even think about getting paid!"

Looking at the crazy look of the financial owner, Grund was so angry that he kicked him directly.

At this moment, a group of crows suddenly flew out of the wreckage.

"You are so bold, how dare you!"

Grund's eyes were staring forward, and his serious and rigid face also made Siegfast feel the danger.

"Sir, is there something in the wreckage? The crow is frightened."

"Huh? It can't be some kind of monster? Or are the Ross people there?"

At this moment, Arik, who was camping in the ruins, was awakened by his men.

After waking up and going to the toilet, the Ross warriors discovered the approaching crowd, and they were extremely numerous! In panic, he instantly hid in the ruins, crawled to where everyone was sleeping, and pushed all the sleeping people to get up and fight.

The enemy is coming, what should we do?

Fight! This is the fateful battle of brothers, even if we are outnumbered.

Arik ordered the brothers to pack away their blue and white gowns, which were too eye-catching. Then he ordered everyone to wear the captured linen robes, cover their blond hair, and use charcoal with their hands to blacken their white faces and golden beards.

Twenty crossbowmen have cocked their bows, aiming their arrows at the enemy.

While preparing for this, all the crows in the ruins flew away!

"Are they sending scouts? How stupid! That's fine, so I can kill these people." Aric saw the killing, and now it was his favorite. He also urgently ordered his ambushing brothers: "Crossbowmen, bring them closer and shoot. Others, follow my orders and rush forward to chop them to death."

Gotland's scouts advanced cautiously in sparse lines. , they tried their best to stare at the traces of enemies or monsters in the ruins, and gradually approached the first burned farmhouse.

The time has come!

Arik made a gesture, and twenty arrows hit the target with a whooshing sound.

As many as ten people were hit by arrows on the spot, spitting blood and dropped their weapons and fell to the ground.

"Brothers! Kill!" Arik was the first to jump out of the bunker, holding up his two swords. His face covered with charcoal powder made him weird and terrifying, and his two sides reflected violently in the morning sun. A steel sword added to his momentum.

More than a dozen Ross warriors took the lead in charging. Just when the enemy was stunned, the crossbowmen completed another reload.

Aric received a fire support, and there were not many scouts left.

The close combat begins!

Aric stuck out his tongue as if he wanted to eat the enemy. He figured out some tricks to use the double sword, like a pair of scissors, cleanly cutting off the heads of the two enemies.

However, two Rus warriors were killed on the spot after their chests were broken by the enemy's ax during the melee.

In order to act quicklyFinally, Arik and his men abandoned all their chain mail. They moved lightly and became less defensive.

The failure of the Gotland scouts was inevitable, but they were flesh scouts themselves, and they fished out the hiding enemies with their lives.

"What are they if they are not Rus? Brothers, chop them off! Ten silver coins for one head!" Sigfast stood up with his giant sword and yelled.

The vast number of soldiers were rewarded when they heard this, and they all attacked like crazy. Originally, the captain of the guard hoped that the team's attack would be as orderly as possible, but now that everyone is in chaos, they have no choice but to join in the chaos.

There is no need for any formation. The Gotland army just needs the advantage of mediocre numbers to completely overwhelm the enemy like a mudslide.

Aric's swords were dripping with blood, and he was fearless in the face of the rushing flood. But his soldiers had spontaneously begun to retreat.

He raised his sword and shouted: "Don't retreat! Keep fighting with me! This is our destiny, charge!"

The boss is so brave, if the brothers retreat After leaving, do you still have the nerve to go back and see the Duke?

"Then let's fight to the death together!" A soldier yelled and followed Arik's footsteps.

The crossbowmen completed the third round of shooting. They dropped their crossbows, pulled out their swords and axes, and joined the fight with their shields.

More than 30 people attack 500 people? !

Sigfast was well protected by his men. He actually left the battlefield and watched the Danish mercenaries and armed islanders fight a decisive battle with this group of murderous Russian butchers.

"These are the Russians? Just a few people? It seems that the battle will be over soon."

However, the development of the battle was completely beyond Sigfast's expectation.

The guy holding two swords is clearly a Berserker, and nearly twenty people have fallen around him!

The Berserker's sword has turned red, and his dark face has also been washed red by plasma.

Aric opened his bloody mouth and taunted loudly: "Gotlander! I am Aric, Aric of Rus! Now I land on your island just to look at your heads! Come on, coward Come on, fight me!"

Arik completely revealed his identity. After learning this terrifying name, a large number of armed islanders retreated.

This butcher is so cruel, and even his men are a group of cruel people.

The warriors who follow Aric can be called his cronies. They have accumulated rich experience in "killing Gotlanders" in battle.

Five more Rus warriors died in the battle, but there were more Gotlanders lying on the ground.

There were deep wounds on the faces of the Ross warriors, and blood was flowing continuously. Everyone was breathing heavily and began to show signs of fatigue.

Arik kept his spirits up, knowing that if he continued to fight, today would be the day he died. If he died in battle, he would have no regrets at all. Brothers will avenge him,His son Askard will also be taken good care of by Rurik and grow up. Then kill more Gotlanders before dying in battle, so that the Russians can win more smoothly in future battles.

Aric played with his two swords, and the blood stains were shaken off, revealing their original magnificent bright white color.

He intimidated his opponents with his aura, and the Gotland army no longer dared to act rashly.

"This guy has been blessed by Odin? How can he be so good at fighting?!" Siegfast stomped his feet angrily. He was also shocked by the horror of the battle, thinking that if he could do this himself If you go and kill him, your life will be at risk.

Grund, the captain of the guard, bared his teeth. He urgently ordered the archers in the team to assemble, and suddenly appeared in front of the formation while the two sides were entering a strange confrontation.

The archers started to release arrows, and a Russian warrior who was standing and resting was suddenly hit by an arrow.

Even Arik's left arm was cut by a broad-bladed arrow cluster.

"Ah!" He screamed and knelt on the ground, watching his gray cloth begin to ooze blood.

Russian warriors gathered around him, forming a shield wall to resist the enemy's arrows. The arrows shot by the Gotlandic bows could not penetrate the oak shield at all. Behind the shield wall, some warriors dragged Arik hard and asked him to withdraw from the battle.

"No! I would rather die here! I want to hack these villains to death!"

A soldier dragged him with all his strength: "Boss, you are our flag captain , if you die, who will command the first flag team? How can you die in such a simple battle? Look, all the crows have flown away before the battle! Ding doesn’t want you to die!”

This is true. Those crows are regarded as the incarnation of God, or the eyes of God. The crows left, and God must have shown no concern for the battle.

Wouldn’t it be a shame to die here?

Aric suddenly decided to run away. The brothers retreated lightly, but they could run faster than these armor-piercing guys. They had better come in pursuit, so that after contacting the main force, the Ross army can easily defeat them.

However, Sigfast looked at the Russian shield wall and yelled arrogantly: "Haha, aren't your arrows fierce? Now look at my arrows, how do you feel? You guys Aren’t you good at killing?”

“Aric! What a coward in a turtle shell, you can only kill poor farmers!” And helpless women, you can only vent your anger on cattle and sheep." "Coward, stand up for me! I will cut off the successor to the throne of Gotland. Your head!"

Arik, who was about to retreat, became furious. He stood up suddenly, not caring about his bleeding left arm. He couldn't feel the pain at all in his frenzy, and stood up suddenly and rushed away. A shield as a barrier.

He ignored the arrows whizzing by, and raised his sword to continue fighting, but he was still unable to get hit.Stopped.

The brothers who are conscious believe that this is a dirty provocation by the enemy. We are not cowards, we just want to participate in the final battle alive.

"Sir, we must evacuate! Don't believe that... ah!" The soldier who took the most trouble to persuade Arik was actually hit by an arrow through the aorta in his neck, and blood spurted out. Arik's face.

The warrior fell, so mortally wounded that he would soon die.

Aric knelt down half-kneeling down, and a shot hit his helmet. Fortunately, the iron piece blocked the damage.

It is the third year that the brothers present have followed Arik on the endless plundering at sea. This dying soldier is also a veteran who followed him to the island for revenge three years ago.

Knowing that time was running out, the soldier reluctantly muttered: "Let's go quickly! Take the young brother with you, go back to see the Duke, see Rurik, tell them everything, and avenge... us. Take. If you don't take the crossbow, smash it, don't let them take it away!"

After that, the soldier forced himself to get up, ignoring the blood spurting on his neck, and picked up the shield and axe. He shouted with all his strength: "Protect the boss! Cover the boss to evacuate!"

The blood-spewing warrior only had killing in his eyes, and he was constantly hit by arrows. Even the Gotland archers were affected by this fearless aura. Shock. In the end, the warrior finally shed all his blood and fell on the charging road with a bunch of arrows on his chest.

"What a brave warrior and loyal attendant." Grund couldn't help but praise.

"He is a reckless man. And the man who escaped, the butcher Alik, now he should be called the coward Alik!" Sigfast laughed arrogantly, "Grund, deal with these people A villain who is not afraid of death. As for Arik, let him go!" "Huh?" Grund was shocked, "How can you let him go?" /p>

Sigfast shook his head: "Compared to these charging warriors, that Arik is a coward. You see, those guys who escaped are like lost dogs. I don't want to kill the coward. I You can’t afford to be embarrassed.”

Grund was laughing in his heart. He felt that his sponsor was stupid and arrogant. The whole fighting guy was watching the show, and in the end he flaunted himself as a warrior? Siegfast, this guy is a businessman and is not worthy of being a warrior at all. Of course, brothers have to get paid to serve as attendants for this guy, so they won't express their disdain openly.

After all, this guy was the financial owner, so Grund had no choice but to lead the Danish guys in front of the Gotland Islander soldiers and kill all the Ross soldiers who charged desperately. Oh, that's not necessarily true. He deliberately left a few alive, firstly to interrogate the situation of the Russians, and secondly, to let the financial owner complete the killing, thus giving the king an explanation: "The prince also killed the fierce Russians." .