Chapter 419 Legion Era: Battle at the Gate

White snow is falling from the sky, white snowflakes are flying down from the tall canopy of the sleeper forest, and heavy white snow is covering the forests on both sides. It is now the beginning of the long cold winter in Norway, and all animal activities in the forest are in full swing. It is over. During the long and severe winter, the animals have fallen into hibernation, and there are no more hunter activities in the woods.

Standing guard on a day like this is boring as hell. The winters in Scandinavia are extremely long. When the snow falls, all the roads are blocked, making it impossible for horse-drawn carriages to travel on them. Anyone who walks through the snow on that day will only end up freezing to death.

Therefore, before such a season, all settlements will be inaccessible. Everyone, whether they are hunters or farmers, will return to their respective villages to wait for the end of winter. On such days, almost no one will go out, not even to fight a sneak attack. Neither.

After all, there is a high probability that your troops will be overwhelmed by a sudden blizzard before the attack begins, or most of them will freeze to death and flee home, abandoning their armor and returning to a warm and comfortable stove.

The same was true for the guard at the entrance of the camp. He was simply bored. White snow fell on his shoulders. His thick palms patted the goose feathers off his shoulders. The man then yawned.

"I said, why are we standing guard here? Who would come here in this weather?" The guard with a helmet and a beard complained, and the hand holding the spear was frozen.

"The boss said that someone might attack, just like the group of idiots before, maybe to save them?" On the other side, the man who also held a spear but wore a warmer mink hat on his head said, freezing. The half-dead guard complained, and he rubbed his hands, which were numb from the cold.

"Who will come to rescue them? In this weather? It is impossible for any team of more than twenty people to come out. Could it be that just a few people come to rob people single-handedly?"

He complained nonstop, stretched out his hands that were blue from the cold, and let out a breath. His companion wearing a mink hat on his side also laughed. He pressed the spear in his hand, put one hand on his belt and pointed forward. Look.

He was suddenly stunned for a moment, and looked forward with wide eyes, "Maybe he really came alone?" "Are you kidding? Unless that person is crazy." "Maybe he is?"

The guard wearing a helmet with frozen hands raised his head. He looked forward and immediately noticed something strange in front of him. There was only silence on the silent snow, and there was a sound of footsteps, and the boots stepped on the piled white snow. Walking over the thick snow step by step.

The guard looked intently and saw the man approaching with a battle axe. He was wearing a fur coat, and his black hair was dancing in the cold wind. The guard wearing a mink coat recognized him immediately, and he tightened his grip on the spear. .

"Is that the captain of those guys? Didn't you say that the boss killed him?" "Obviously not, right?"

The helmeted guard spat on the ground. He raised the spear standing on the ground with his blue hands, held the spearhead and walked up. The mink guard on the side looked at him and hesitated a little.

"Maybe we should tell the boss? Call the others." "Why bother? There's only one of him, why don't we just kill him with the two of us, so we can go back and warm ourselves by the fire."

The guard wearing a mink hat had some doubts. He watched his companion holding a spear walk up. He held the spear in both hands and pointed at the person walking towards him. "I am in a good mood today. Tell me, what do you want?" How to die?"

He didn't speak, but continued walking with the battle ax in hand. The spear-wielding guard looked at him and frowned, "Didn't you hear? Are you still mute?"

He still didn't speak, but just walked towards him, and walked up without hiding. The guard seemed to be irritated by him, and the helmeted gate guard spat, "Forget it, it's none of your business."

As he spoke, he grasped the spear and thrust it forward. However, the hat guard at the door saw that it was not the uninvited guest coming to the ground, but the arrogant guard. He suddenly fell to the ground in the snow. The scarlet blood spilled on the snow was particularly conspicuous.

The man holding the battle ax stood on his tiptoes, picked up the spear that had fallen on the ground, and held it in his hand. He walked up slowly, and walked towards the door, still not hiding. No flash.

The guard wearing the hat was startled. He immediately stepped back and ran into the log gate. He quickly rushed into the camp with a spear and shouted, "Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

"How many people?" The man polishing the sword beside the whetstone raised his head. The guard wearing a mink hat looked at him and raised one of his fingers.

"One." "Just one person?"

As soon as these words came out, the man at the whetstone was very puzzled. He turned around and looked at several companions at the campfire behind him, then turned his head and looked at the guard at the gate of the camp, "Are you sure you didn't notice? Alone?" "

"I swear to Odin! He is really a person, him!" Before the guard could finish his words, he couldn't finish his words. The guard wearing a mink hat fell forward and fell to the ground, with a lot of hair on his back. A long wooden spear pole.

Behind the fallen body, everyone in the camp saw the man who was still throwing the spear. He slowly stood up and gently dropped the battle ax in his hand to the side. The warrior beside the whetstone He immediately drew out his long sword, and the people around the campfire behind him all immediately got up and held their weapons.

"Constantine "Black Death"" he stared at the man at the door and said slowly. The latter smiled helplessly after hearing it. He snorted and shrugged, "What a stupid name."

Vito walked in from the door, and the guard immediately raised his sword and pointed at the people behind him, "Blow the horn! Sound the alarm!"

The other man behind him nodded immediately. He took out the long and curved Viking horn from his waist. The horn was blown instantly, and the dull sound echoed over the entire camp. Vito raised his head slightly and glanced at the sky, then shrugged slightly.

"It seems that I am quite popular." He said, turning his head to look at the sword-wielding warrior who rushed over to the side. He rushed up with a shout, waving his long sword and slashed at Vito, but the latter took a step forward, waving the battle axe with one hand and hooked his long sword.

Vito pushed the long sword away with his backhand, and then an axe chopped his chest. The thick clothes burst into blood under the heavy chopping. Vito grabbed the sword in his hand, and hit the chopping of the person behind him with a backhand sword. Then he moved forward and chopped him to the ground with an axe.

Two corpses fell to the ground at Vito's feet, and the blood seeped into the mud full of snow and water on the ground. Vito walked through the muddy ground, holding the battle axe and long sword in both hands and walked forward. Soon, three more people rushed up, waving battle axes and swords and attacking Vito.

The latter walked forward, slashed out with the battle axe in his hand, knocked away a one-handed axe, and then stabbed with a sword. He pierced the chest of the first person in front of him and stabbed his heart accurately. Vito took a step forward and pulled out the long sword inserted in his chest. He bent down to avoid the swinging blade and slashed the thigh of the next person with a backhanded sword.

His pants were instantly split open, and blood burst out from them. He wailed and knelt on the ground. Vito stepped over from his side, raised his long sword to block the spear stabbed from the side, deflected the steel spear, and chopped up with a battle axe in one hand, directly splitting the man's head.

His body suddenly collapsed to the ground, Vito grabbed the long-handled battle axe and pulled it out, then spun it in his hand and threw it out, hitting a warrior who rushed up from the side. His head was hit, and the whole person turned back and fell to the ground.

Vito bent down and picked up the spear on the ground. He took a step forward with one leg and stabbed it with the spear, instantly smashing a man with a shield who rushed up from the side of the road in front of him. The round shield in his hand was pierced by the spear. Under the huge impact force, the corner of the log shield instantly broke into countless wood fragments.

The spear instantly hit his chest and stabbed him to the ground. He fell to the ground wailing, and Vito in front of him turned to face the guy kneeling on one knee and wailing on the ground, raised his sharp sword and chopped off his head in an instant. The sword that could cut iron like mud instantly cut off his head.

Vito looked at the sharp sword seam in his hand. He tilted his head slightly to look at the sharp cut. It seemed that the whetstone had polished it quite well. The cold light reflected on the blade flashed across his face, and then Vito turned his head suddenly and swung the sword to block an arrow.

The arrow was deflected and flew out. Vito immediately saw the archer who was drawing his bow near the wooden house not far away. He was drawing the next arrow, but he had no chance to shoot the arrow. Vito pulled out the spear from the chest of the man on the ground and threw it at the archer with his backhand.

The spear instantly pierced his chest. Vito passed by the man bleeding heavily from his chest on the ground. When he passed the corpse beside him, he pulled out the battle axe from his face with one hand. Vito held the weapon in both hands and walked towards the warriors who were rushing onto the street in the direction of the long house.

Several of them rushed towards Vito, holding shields, or holding swords, axes and spears to kill, but Vito responded calmly. He swung his long sword to block the hunting knife chopped by the first person, leaned forward and chopped an axe from his waist, then turned to block the axe chopped by the next person on the flank, and spun out with a sword to cut off his elbow.

A large amount of blood spurted out of the man's arm. As he retreated whimpering, another man on the side stabbed him with a spear. Vito pressed his sword downward, and the blade collided with the spear head. The spear was deflected in the sound of fine iron clashing, and stabbed from Vito's side.

Vito took a step forward, raised his battle axe and chopped him on the side of his face. The whole face was directly split in half. The moment the man with a hideous face fell to the ground, Vito took a step forward, raised his hand to block the sword of the man with a shield, and rushed to his side and chopped his shoulder with an axe.

The man's shoulder bones were shattered in large pieces. He screamed and leaned to the side, while Vito turned in his direction, swung the long sword in his hand and chopped his neck. He threw away the sword in his hand amid a splash of blood, letting the long sword embed in his neck and fell to the ground together.

Vito let go of his hand because several archers gathered in front of the longhouse on the street ahead. They drew their bows and shot at Vito.

Vito let go of his sword and stomped on the edge of the shield, causing it to bounce up. He caught the shield and blocked the arrow. Vito strode forward with the shield raised, facing the arrow and strode towards the longhouse.

The archers kept shooting arrows at him, and the arrows jingled as they hit the shield, and the wood chips flew and fell on the snow, but Vito held the shield and rushed forward on the mud. He rotated the shield in his hand, raised his axe and chopped it down from one side, breaking all the arrows stuck on it.

The shield, which was already full of arrows, was suddenly emptied, freeing up new space to withstand the attacks that followed. Vito stopped, lowered his body and hid behind the shield, looking forward from the gap where the arrows shot through the wood, looking for the gap between the archers' shooting.

At the same time, a man hiding in a corner of the wooden house thought he had seized the opportunity. He took advantage of Vito holding the shield and seemed to have no time to take care of other things, and rushed up from the side with a sword in hand.

But just as he rushed forward, he was kicked sideways by Vito, who hit him in the knee. The crushing kick made him fall to the ground, his face covered in mud in the snow and cement, but he immediately screamed, and the mud and water in his mouth spurted out.

Vito pierced his back with a sword, and held his shield at his side to block the arrows. He drew out his long sword and continued to walk towards the long house. The archers looked at Vito in astonishment. His shield was full of arrows, but he still walked at a leisurely pace, without even running two steps.

An archer pulled up an arrow again, but just as he was about to release the arrow, a big man rushed past him from behind, and he suddenly bumped into the archer's shoulder, causing him to shoot the arrow forward.

The arrow flew past Vito and stuck in the mud. He raised his head and saw the burly Khan rushing over from behind his shield. He was more than two meters tall, a Norwegian strongman. He swung a huge long-handled axe in his hand, which was as big as a wooden stake, and chopped at him.

Vito pressed down suddenly, and the upper half of the shield in his hand was instantly chopped by the axe. The Khan raised his battle axe with both hands and chopped at Vito again. The latter dodged the axe in front of him by turning sideways, and then he rushed in front of the strong man.

Vito rushed along the end of the long handle of the battle axe. He stuck close to the side of the handle made of cast iron, holding the battle axe and stepping on the melted snow and blood on the mud to rush towards the Khan.

The giant Khan pulled out the battle axe that was chopped on the mud, held it with both hands and chopped it diagonally. The huge axe swept across the street to Vito's waist. It seemed that there was no possibility of dodging the slash, but Vito dodged it. He slid to the front of the axe, and the axe was almost close to Vito's nose.

Vito slid under the strong man's crotch, and the axe in his hand hit his ankle hard. In an instant, the strong man wailed and lost his balance and fell forward. The taller the object, the worse the balance. It seems to be the case with everything.

Vito stood up from behind him and chopped his other leg with an axe. The axe blade shattered his knee bone. The giant Khan knelt on the ground with both knees in the broken bones, and his big hands supported the mud and sank deeply into the mud.

He raised his head and looked to the side, and then he saw Vito standing on the side. He raised his battle axe and chopped it down fiercely. A piece of blood fell between the strong man's hands. The blood poured on the mud like a waterfall. A head hit the wet ground and rolled to the side with a large piece of mud.

In front of the strong man, the huge battle axe that fell on the ground was picked up by one hand. After the strong man's burly body finally fell to the ground, the archers saw Vito holding the heavy long-handled battle axe with one hand. His strength was incredible.

"Shoot him! Don't stand there, shoot him!" A man with a braided beard among the archers shouted loudly. He pushed the people on both sides, then pulled up the bow and shot at Vito. The arrow shot up and was immediately blocked by the battle axe that he waved alternately between his hands.

The long battle axe spun like a windmill in front of Vito, deflecting a large number of arrows and rushing towards the archers. The man with the braided beard widened his eyes, looked up at the battle axe raised high above his head and shouted, and then the axe fell down.

The man with the braided beard was instantly chopped into two halves by the heavy battle axe. After his body fell to both sides, Vito turned the battle axe, held it with both hands and laid it across the side of the gate, and then swept the axe across, and all the remaining archers standing in front of the gate were cut in half.

The broken torso fell on the log ground in front of the gate, and the body of one of them slid down to the last lucky one, who slid down to the ground before the battle axe chopped him down. He raised his head and looked at Vito holding the battle axe, who smiled at him and raised the battle axe.

The man sitting on the ground immediately threw away his bow and arrow, and got up and ran away. He ran away screaming like a frightened child, but the shadow falling on his head split him in half at once. The heavy long-handled battle axe hit him exactly.

The body split in two fell to the ground with a bang. Vito looked at the body lying on the mud and smiled, "You can't enter Valhalla like this, right? Running away screaming like a little girl."

He pulled up the battle axe in his hand, holding the axe handle with both hands and glanced at the closed door of the long house, then politely knocked on the door gently, "Hey, is anyone there? Open the door?"

After not hearing any response from inside the door, Vito smiled slightly and raised the battle axe, aiming the axe blade with a cold glow at the relief on the door.

"Negotiations have broken down, prepare to attack"