Chapter 646 The Bridge

King Harold saw that although most of the other Vikings on the other side of the river were not wearing armor for some reason, they had already begun to form a formation after all. He was a little annoyed that his surprise attack would be blocked by the other party alone, and The opponent was obviously very good at parrying spears and bows. Harold had to breathe a sigh of relief, and turned his head to encourage the militiamen who rushed to the front row: "He was also born by his parents, come on!"

Under the personal urging of the king, the English militia surrounded the bridge had to start to move forward. Holding a shield in one hand and a weapon in the other, they rushed to the bridge step by step.

The one in the front was a middle-aged man with a relatively strong figure and a dark complexion. He was unlucky to be squeezed into the front row just now. Looking at the strong figure of the opponent, he couldn't help showing fear when he approached, and he repeatedly tried to shrink back. But being pushed forward by the people behind, he yelled: "Don't push me behind!"

The closer he got to him, the more frightened he became. He could already see a piece of intestines from the previous warrior still hanging on the opponent's axe. The dark man lost control of his emotions, and he shouted loudly and hastily: "Don't push me, look! For the sake of fellow countrymen, don't..."

However, the other party had already raised his ax at him, who had been emboldened, and slashed it down. Accompanied by the screams of the captured women who fled back to the back of the English army in chaos, the sound of the ax cutting into the flesh sounded, The women who had lost their homes did not dare to look at the horrible scene in front of them. They hugged each other, some buried their heads in the arms of others, and some simply turned their eyes away, not daring to look any more.

On the bridge, the remaining English militiamen were cut down one by one by Lynch as he continued to cut melons and vegetables. Under his vigorous chopping, many people—at least some of them even flew directly into the river.

"Go on the other side! Go on the other side!" The shouting Berserker took advantage of the terrain on the bridge. He didn't have to face too many enemies at once, and the Berserker's ability allowed him to ignore the pain of being stabbed in the back, and the more he fought, the braver he was. This time, he simply used the huge ax to strike in a large arc from above, turning the bodies of the three soldiers in front of him into six pieces at once. Only the last "lucky guy" survived for the time being. The remaining will prompted him to squirm back on the bridge, trying to escape the demon in front of him, but Lynch stepped on his spine directly from behind, and with an itchy click, the " "Lucky" was still able to blink, but he couldn't move at all.

The berserker laughed excitedly. His face was covered with blood plasma and minced meat. After pulling out the arrow stuck in his body, he moved his shoulders again with a smug look, one Anglo after another. The Saxons fell under the bridge by him, and he blocked the British army alone, making it difficult for them to cross the bridge.

"I've hunted deer, I'm good at that, but I've never done this, how about you?" said a soldier next to Leofric, but no one paid him any attention as he was surrounded by people.

Tofi heard the sound of water flowing in the shield wall formation, and he found that the soldiers beside him had peed their pants nervously before the battle, so he couldn't help wrinkling his nose.

"What are we doing now?" He asked in a little confusion. He watched the comrades around the bridge fall down one by one, wondering if he should follow the flow of people to the bloody place.

"Now let's keep our heads down as much as possible." Leofric grabbed his best friend, and the two of them arched their bodies slightly, as if they were about to dive-but they kept trying to stay as close as possible. The rear of the team to which they belong.

In the chaos, Odegar, who had been missing just now, yelled when he came back: "Where is my damn cousin?"

"You said the fighting season was over." Leocliffe said unwillingly, "That's what you said."

"Do you think it's over?" Odegar pointed at the chunks of meat flying around.

Leo Cliff glanced at Tofi with a pale face. Knowing that it was useless to say more, he stood up and raised his shield to obey the order, and prepared to go to the bridge and fight the berserker leader to the death.

"You idiot! Do you think I will let you die in vain for a skinny sparrow that can be blown to death by the wind?! Come here,

down the river. "Odegar stopped him helplessly. As one of the captains of the king's guards and a conscription officer, he was different from ordinary militiamen. He had been vigilantly watching the place other than the battle on the wooden bridge, and found that the other berserkers on the other side had already left. After no one paid attention to them, he stepped back a few steps, and then led Leo Cliff to the river.

"Thank you so much. I thought you were going to tell me to go to the bridge." Leocliffe looked at the scene on the other side of the bridge, and thanked Odgar with the tone of the rest of his life.

"You are going to the bridge." Odegar said solemnly, looking in the direction of the bridge, and then pointed to the big wooden barrel by the river with only half of the bottom left.

Leo Cliff couldn't believe his ears. He turned his head and looked at Odegar with both doubt and disbelief.

"You are a ghost, you are still good at climbing trees." Odegar approached Leocliff mysteriously and looked at his tall and thin figure, "and thin enough to sit in a wooden barrel."

Leocliffe began to listen attentively, knowing that his cousin must have other plans. He frowned and reconfirmed: "You really want me to go to the bridge?"

Odegar simply moved himself closer to Leo Cliff, and whispered to him.

On the bridge, Lynch, who had been hit by a few more arrows but seemed unaffected by his injuries, chopped off soldiers one by one under the bridge, "Waggggh!" He even yelled at the soldiers who died under the bridge, "Waggggh!" He had killed more than seventy people. There was a mocking roar.

Leocliff took off his armor and only wore a soft inner shirt. He carefully climbed into the half-barrel, and drifted along the river to the bottom of the bridge as quietly as possible. He put on the hood attached to his waistcoat, and raised his head firmly, looking at the bridge floor above his head.

Lynch on the bridge was fully engaged in the battle again, and he didn't notice Leo Cliff under the bridge at all. The English militiamen he would commit in the future were cut to death one by one, even though he had tried his best not to use the attack at the beginning of the battle. That kind of attack that wastes energy and smashes people into pieces, but his strength is a little exhausted after all, and the time for the berserker to stimulate his physical potential is almost over, but after finding that he no longer has enough strength to push down the English militiamen in front of him , He actually let go of the ax in his hand, stretched out his hands and moved the opponent's head back to expose his neck, then poked his head out and bit the throat of the English militiaman, the English militiaman made the sound of blood pouring into his throat, his The throat was bitten off alive by Lynch.

The leader of the berserkers spat the bitten off throat mixed with blood directly onto the eyes of the other person who wanted to attack, causing him to temporarily lose his vision, and then slammed his forehead with the helmet on the forehead of the enemy without such equipment—— The militiaman, whose skull had actually been shattered, fell backwards, but before he could touch the ground, he was swept away by the ax Lynch picked up and swung...

Although it was not as ferocious as before, this Viking warrior was indeed the leader of the berserkers, and he seemed to be able to fight for a while longer.

And the Viking camp that had already assembled in the distance gave out warm cheers, proud of their warriors, and began to maintain their formation and approach the hero in their hearts.

The soldiers in England were terrified. It seemed that even if the king gave the order just now, no one would go forward. At this moment, Odegar pushed the soldiers away and stepped forward. He raised his hands and made a gesture. The gesture of surrender and cessation of fighting.

"I was ordered to negotiate with your master." Odegar said in a calm and calm tone, looking directly at the other party.

Seeing his posture, the leader of the berserkers opened his eyes wide, and wiped away the blood dripping from his brows left by the Englishman, his ferocious face looked a little puzzled and puzzled.

"We accept your surrender." Odegar maintained a harmless posture but said provocative words, "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 have fainted from the sun." Lynch seemed to be amused by Odegar after the initial astonishment, "Are you trying to do business with me?"

Odegar looked at the other party with regret, raised his foot and stomped on the bridge, giving a signal.