Chapter 646 Stamping the Bridge

Harold, the King of England, saw that although most of the other Vikings on the other side of the river did not have armor for some reason, they had begun to form a formation. 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 blocking spears and bows. Harold had to take a deep breath and turned to encourage the militiamen who rushed to the front row: "He is also born to his parents, come on!"

Under the king's personal urging, the English militiamen surrounding the bridge had to begin to move forward in formation. They held a shield in one hand and a weapon in the other, and swarmed onto the bridge step by step.

The one at the front was a middle-aged man with a relatively strong build and a dark complexion. Unfortunately, he had just been squeezed into the front row. Looking at the tall figure of the other party, he couldn't help showing fear when he got closer. He repeatedly tried to shrink back. But he was pushed forward by the person behind him, and he yelled: "Don't push me from behind!"

The closer he got, the more frightened he became. He could already see the remaining intestines of the previous warrior hanging on the opponent's axe. The dark man's emotions were simply out of control. He shouted loudly and urgently: "Don't push me, look. For the sake of my fellow countrymen, don’t..."

However, the opponent had already raised his ax and struck him on the head with an axe. Accompanied by the screams of the captured women who had taken advantage of the chaos to escape back to the English army's formation, the sound of the ax cutting into the flesh was heard. The women who had lost their homes did not dare to look at the horrific scene in front of them. They hugged each other, some buried their heads in others' arms, and some simply turned away and did not dare to look again.

On the bridge, Lynch continued to chop down the remaining English militiamen one by one. Under his powerful chopping, many of them - at least some of them, even flew directly into the river.

"Go on one 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 injured by hidden arrows, and he became more courageous as he fought. This time, he simply used the giant ax to slash down diagonally from above in a wide arc, turning the bodies of the three soldiers in front of him into six pieces at once. Only the last "lucky man" survived for the time being, and he was in severe pain. The remaining will prompted him to squirm back on the bridge, trying to escape from the demon in front of him, but Lynch stepped directly on his spine from behind, and with a tooth-itching click, this " "Lucky Man" can still blink, but he can't move at all.

The berserker laughed excitedly, his face covered with plasma and minced meat. After pulling out the arrow stuck in his body, he shook his shoulders again, looking triumphant, one Anglo after another. The Saxons were killed by him and fell under the bridge. He blocked the British army alone, making it difficult for the other side to cross the bridge.

"I have hunted deer before. I am good at that, but I have never done this. What about you?" A soldier next to Leofric said, but no one paid attention to him when he was surrounded by people.

Tofi heard the sound of water flowing in the shield wall formation. He found that the soldier next to him peed his pants nervously before the battle, so he couldn't help but wrinkled his nose.

"What are we doing now?" he asked in confusion. He watched his comrades gathered around the bridge fall one by one, and he didn't know whether he should follow the flow of people and get closer to the bloody place.

"Now let's keep our heads as low 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 low as possible The rear of their team.

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

"You said the fighting season was over," Leocliffe said reluctantly, "that's what you said."

"Do you think it's over?" Odgar pointed at the pieces of meat that were flying everywhere.

Leocliffe glanced at Tofi with a pale face. Knowing that there was no point in talking, he stood up, raised his shield, and planned to obey the order, preparing to go to the bridge and fight to the death with the leader of the Berserkers.

"You idiot! Do you think I will let a skinny sparrow like you that can be blown to death by the wind die in vain?! Come here and go down to the river." Odgar stopped him with some helplessness. As the king's One of the guard captains and recruiting officers, he was different from ordinary militiamen and had always been vigilantly paying attention to places other than the wooden bridge battle. After discovering that the other berserkers on the other side had left and no one was paying attention to them, he took a few steps back, and then He led Leocliff to the river.

"Thank you so much. I thought you were going to ask me to go up to the bridge." Leocliffe looked at the scene on the other side of the bridge and thanked Odega in a tone of relief.

"You want to go to the bridge." Odgar said seriously, looking in the direction of the bridge, and then pointed to the big wooden barrel with only half of its bottom left by the river.

Leocliffe couldn't believe his ears. He turned his head and looked at Odgar with confusion and disbelief.

"You are quite awesome, and you are good at climbing trees." Odega approached Leocliffe mysteriously and looked at his tall and thin figure, "And you are thin enough to sit in a barrel."

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

Odgar simply moved himself closer to Leocliffe and whispered to him in a low voice.

On the bridge, Lynch, who was hit by several more arrows but seemed unaffected by his injuries, beheaded the soldiers one by one under the bridge. "Waggggh!" He had already killed more than 70 people and even shouted to the dead soldiers under the bridge. A mocking roar.

Leocliffe took off his armor and wore only his soft underwear. He carefully climbed into the half-barrel and floated along the river to the bottom of the bridge as silently as possible. He looked at the people around him who had actually been beaten. The illusion had replaced the fragments of his comrades. He put on the hood attached to his waistcoat, raised his head firmly, and looked at the bottom of the bridge above his head.

Lynch on the bridge was completely immersed in the battle again, and did not even notice Leocliffe under the bridge. He was killing the English militiamen who were about to invade him one by one. Even now, he had tried not to use the tactics he used at the beginning of the battle. The kind of attack that wastes physical strength 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 discovering that he no longer has enough strength to push down the English militia 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 stuck his head out and bit the English militiaman's throat directly. The English militiaman made a sound of blood pouring into his throat. The throat was bitten alive by Lynch.

The berserker leader mixed the bitten throat with blood and spit it directly into the eyes of another person who wanted to attack, causing him to temporarily lose his sight. Then he used his helmeted forehead to slam the forehead of the enemy without such equipment—— The militiaman, whose skull was actually shattered, immediately fell backwards, but before he hit the ground completely, he was swept away by the ax that Lynch then picked up and swung...

Although he is no longer as ferocious as he was at the beginning, this Viking warrior is worthy of being the leader of the berserkers, and he looks like he can fight for a while longer.

Warm cheers erupted from the assembled Viking camp in the distance. UU Reading www.uukｎshu.net felt proud of their warriors, and began to maintain their formation and get closer to their heroes.

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

"I have been ordered to negotiate with your master." Odegaard said loudly and calmly, looking directly at the other party.

Seeing his posture, the berserker leader opened his eyes wide and wiped the blood dripping from his brow. His ferocious face looked a little puzzled and confused.

"We accept your surrender." Odega maintained a harmless posture but said provocative words, "Do you understand? We don't want anyone to die here again, warrior, I respect you, and I don't want to kill you. "

"English, you must have been dizzy from the sun." Lynch seemed to be amused by Odega after the initial shock, "Do you want to do business with me?"

Odgar looked at the other party with a look of regret, raised his foot and stamped the bridge to give the signal.