Vol 2 Chapter 646: Stomp the bridge

King Harold of England saw that although most of the other Vikings on the other side of the river did not have armours for some reason, they had already begun to assemble into formations. He was a little annoyed that his raid would be blocked by the opponent alone, and The opponent was obviously good at blocking spears and bows, and Harold had to heaved a sigh of relief and turned to encourage the militiamen who rushed to the front row: "He was also born by his parents, come on!"
At the urging of the king himself, the English militiamen surrounding the bridge had to start to march forward, holding a shield in one hand and a weapon in the other, rushing up the bridge one step at a time.
At the forefront is a middle-aged man with a relatively strong figure and a dark complexion. Unfortunately, he has just been squeezed to the front row. Looking at the opponent's powerful figure, he can't help showing fear when he approaches, and he tries to shrink back again and again. But being pushed forward by the people behind, he yelled: "Don't push me behind!"
The closer he gets to him, the more frightened he is. He can already see the other's axe, and a piece of intestines from the previous warrior is still hanging on it. The dark man's emotions are simply out of control. He shouted hurriedly, "Don't push me, look. For the sake of fellow countrymen, don't..."
However, the other party had already raised his axe at him who had been guilty and smashed. With the screams of the captured women who had fled back to the back of the English army before taking advantage of the chaos, the sound of the axe slashing into the flesh sounded. The women who had lost their homes did not dare to watch the horrible scene before them. They hugged each other, some buried their heads in the arms of others, and some simply turned aside their eyes and dared not look again.
On the bridge, the remaining English militiamen were chopped off one by one by Lynch who continued to chop melons and vegetables. Under his vigorous chop, many people—at least part of them—flew directly into the river.
"Go! Let me go!" The shouting berserker uses the terrain on the bridge. He doesn't have to face too many enemies at once, and the berserker's ability allows him to ignore the pain caused by the dark arrow on his body. This time, he simply used a giant axe to slash it down diagonally from above, turning the body of the three soldiers in front of him into six pieces at one time. Only the last "lucky person" survived temporarily and suffered severe pain. The remnant will urged him to crawl back on the bridge, trying to escape the demon in front of him, but Lynch stepped on his spine directly from behind, with an itchy click, this " "Lucky guy" can blink, but he can't move at all.
The berserker laughed excitedly. His face was covered with blood plasma and minced meat. After pulling off the arrow inserted in his body, he shook his shoulders again, looking triumphantly, one after another Anglo The Saxons were cut down by him, and he blocked the British army alone, making it difficult for the opponent to cross the bridge.
"I've hunted deer, and I'm good at it, but I've never done this before, how about you?" said a soldier beside Leovrik, but no one paid attention to him when he was trapped by the crowd.
In the shield wall, Tofi heard the sound of water, and found that the soldier beside him was urinating his pants nervously before the battle, so he couldn't help but wrinkle his nose.
"What are we doing now?" He asked in confusion. He watched the comrades around the bridge fall one by one, wondering if they should follow the people to the place.
"Now let's keep our heads down as much as possible." Leovrik grabbed his best friend, and the two arched their bodies slightly, as if they were about to dive-but they kept trying to stay as long as possible. The rear of their team.
In the chaos, Odegar, who had not seen anyone just now, yelled: "Where is my cousin?"
"You said the battle season is over," Leo Cliff said unwillingly. "That's what you said."
"Do you think it's over for yourself?" Odegar pointed to the meat that was flying around.
Leocliffe glanced at Tofi with a pale face. Knowing how to say it was useless, he got up and raised his shield to obey the order, preparing to go to the bridge and fight to the death with the Berserker leader.
"You idiot! Do you think I will let you die for nothing like a thin sparrow that can be blown to death by the wind?! Come here and go down the river." Odegar stopped him with some help, as a king. One of the guards and conscripts, unlike ordinary militiamen, he has been watching vigilantly outside the wooden bridge battle. After finding that the other berserkers on the other side have left and no one is paying attention to them, he stepped back a few steps, and then Leading Leo Cliff to the river.
"Thank you so much, I thought you were going to ask me to go on the bridge." Leocliffe looked at the scene on the other side of the bridge, thanking Odegar in a surviving tone.
"You are going to the bridge." Odgar said seriously, looking in the direction of the bridge, and then pointed to the big wooden barrel by the river with only the bottom half.
Leocliffe couldn't believe his ears. He turned his head and looked at Odegar with both doubt and disbelief.
"You're pretty spooky, you're good at climbing trees." Odegar mysteriously approached Leocliffe and looked at his tall and thin figure, "and skinny enough to sit in a wooden barrel."
Leocliffe began to listen intently, knowing that his cousin must have other plans. He frowned and confirmed again: "Do you really want me to the bridge?"
Aldegar simply brought himself close to Leocliffe and whispered to him.
On the bridge, Lynch, who was hit by a few more arrows but seemed uninjured, cut down the soldiers one by one, "Waggggh!" He had killed more than seventy people and even addressed the soldiers who died under the bridge. There was a mocking roar.
Leocliffe took off his armor, only a soft inner shirt, cautiously crawled into the half wooden barrel, drifted along the river channel to the bridge without making any noise, watching the surrounding people who had been The comrade-in-arms pieces replaced by Illusion, he put on the hood attached to his waistcoat, looked up firmly, and looked at the bridge floor above his head.
Lynch on the bridge has been fully engaged in the battle again, and has not noticed Leo Cliff under the bridge. The English militia he will commit in the future will be cut to death one by one, even if he has tried his best not to use the first battle The kind of attack that wasted physical strength and smashed people into pieces, but his strength was a little exhausted after all. The time for the Berserkers to stimulate their physical potential was almost over, but after finding that he did not have enough strength to push down the English militia in front of him , He actually let go of the axe in his hand, stretched out his hands and moved the opponent's head back so that he was exposed to his neck. Then he probed out and bit directly at the throat of the English militia. The English militia made the sound of blood pouring into his throat. Lynch’s throat was bitten alive~EbookFREE.me~ The berserker leader mixed the bitten throat with blood and vomited it directly into the eyes of another person who wanted to come and attack, causing him to temporarily lose his sight, and then With his helmet-mounted forehead, he slammed the forehead of the enemy without such equipment. The militiaman, whose skull had actually shattered, fell backwards, but before he completely touched the ground, he was picked up by Lynch And swept the axe...
Although not as fierce as at the beginning, this Viking warrior is worthy of the leader of the Berserker, and he looks like he can fight for a while.
In the distance, the assembled Viking camp gave out enthusiastic cheers, proud and proud of their warriors, and began to maintain the formation to approach their heroes.
The soldiers in England were terrified. It seemed that even if the king had given the order just now, no one was willing to move forward. At this moment, Odegar pushed the soldiers away and stepped forward. He raised his hands and made it. A posture of surrender and stop fighting.
"I'm ordering to negotiate with your master." Odegar said in a calm and calm tone, looking directly at the other party.
Seeing his posture, the berserker leader widened his eyes and wiped the blood that was dripping from the Englishman on his brow, his hideous face looked a little puzzled and puzzled.
"We accept your surrender." Odegar maintained a harmless posture but said provocatively. "Do you understand? We don't want anyone to die here, warrior, I respect you, I don't want to kill you. "
"England, you must be fainted by the sun." Lynch seemed to be amused by Odegar after the initial consternation. "Do you want to do business with me?"
Aldegar looked at each other with regret, lifted his foot and stomped the bridge, giving a signal.