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King Harold looked at the other Vikings across the river. Although most of them did not have armor somehow, after all, they had begun to form a formation. He was a little annoyed that his surprise attack would be blocked by the other person, and The opponent clearly blocked the spears and bows, and Harold had to take a deep breath, turning his head to encourage the militiamen who rushed to the front row: "He is also a father and mother born, go!"
Under the personal urging of the king, the English militiamen surrounding the bridge head had to start to move forward. They held the shield in one hand and the weapon in the other, and rushed to the bridge head step by step.
At the front is a middle-aged man with a relatively strong figure and black complexion. He had just been squeezed into the front row. He looked at the other person ’s burly body. When he approached, he could n’t help but show his fear. He tried to shrink back again and again. He was pushed forward by the person behind him, he shouted, "Don't push me behind!"
The closer he was, the more frightened he was that he could already see the other person ’s axe. The remaining bowel of the previous warrior was still hanging on it. The dark man ’s emotions were almost out of control. He shouted loudly, “Do n’t push me, see For the sake of fellow countrymen, don't ... "
However, the other party had lifted his axe to his head, and he chopped off the head. With the screams of the captured women who had fled back to the English front in the chaos, the sound of the axe chopping into the meat sounded. The women who have lost their homes dare not look at the horror in front of them. They hug each other, some bury their heads in the arms of others, and some simply put their eyes aside and dare not look at it again.
On the bridge, the remaining English militiamen were chopped down one by one by Lynch, and under his vigorous chopping, many people-at least part of them even flew directly into the river.
"Go! Let me go!" The crying Berserker used the terrain on the bridge, he did not face too many enemies at once, and the ability of the Berserker made him ignore the pain of his body being hurt by the dark arrows, and the more he fought This time, he simply used a giant axe to draw a large arc and slashed from above diagonally, turning the body of the three soldiers in front of him into six pieces at a time. Only the last "lucky man" survived temporarily and suffered a lot of pain. The remaining will prompted him to crawl back and forth on the bridge, trying to escape the demon in front of him, but Lynch stepped on his spine directly from behind, and with a tickling click, this " Although "lucky" can still wink, he can't move at all.
The Berserker laughed excitedly. His face was covered with plasma and minced meat. After pulling out the arrow inserted in his body, he trembled again and moved his lower shoulder, a look of pride, one after another. The Saxons were cut down under the bridge by him, and he blocked the British army by himself, making it difficult for the other side to cross the bridge.
"I've hunted deer, and I'm in the line, but I've never done this, how about you?" Said a soldier beside Leofrick, but when he was caught in a stream of people, no one ignored him.
Toffee heard the sound of the water in the shield wall formation. He found that the soldiers beside him peeed his pants nervously before the war, so he couldn't help wrinkling his nose.
"What are we doing now?" He asked, somewhat confused. He watched the comrades around the bridge head fall down one by one, wondering whether he should follow the people to the **** place.
"Now let us try to keep our heads down." Leofric grabbed his buddy, and the two arched slightly, as if they were going to dive-but they have been trying to keep themselves as long as possible Behind the team they belong to.
In a mess, Odgar, who had just disappeared, shouted as soon as he returned: "Where did my **** cousin go?"
"You said that the fighting season is over." Leo Cliff said reluctantly, "That's what you said."
"Do you seem to be over by yourself?" Ordega pointed to the flesh that was flying around.
Leo Cliff glanced at Tofe with a pale face, knowing that it was useless, he got up and raised his shield to obey orders, preparing to go to the bridge and fight against the leader of the mad warrior.
"You idiot! Do you think I will let you die like a thin sparrow that can be killed by the wind? Come here and go down the river." Odgar stopped him with some helplessness as a king. One of the guard captains and the recruiter, unlike ordinary militiamen, has been vigilantly watching the places outside the wooden bridge battle, and found that the other mad fighters on the other side have left. No one pays attention to them. He took a few steps back, and then Leading Leocliff to the river.
"Thank you so much, I thought you were going to call me on the bridge." Leo Cliff looked at the scene over the bridge and thanked Odgar with the rest of his life.
"You are going to the bridge." Ordega said seriously looking at the direction of the bridge, and then pointed to the big wooden barrel at the bottom of the river with only half of the bottom.
Leocliff couldn't believe his ears. He turned his head and looked at Ordega with doubt and disbelief.
"You're a ghost, still good at climbing trees." Ordgar approached Leo Cliff mysteriously and looked at his tall, thin figure. "And thin enough to sit in a wooden barrel."
Leocliff began to listen intently, knowing that his cousin must have other plans. He frowned and confirmed again: "Do you really want me to get to the bridge?"
Odgar simply brought himself close to Leocliff and whispered to him.
On the bridge, Lynch hit a few arrows, but it seemed that he was not injured. Lynch cut down the soldiers one by one under the bridge. "Waggggh!" He had hacked more than 70 people. He even issued to the dead soldiers under the bridge. The mocking roar.
Leo Cliff took off his armor, wearing only a soft undershirt, and carefully crawled into the half-barrel, drifting down the bridge as quietly as possible along the river channel, watching the surroundings have actually been The fragment of the comrades replaced by the illusion, he put on the hood attached to the waistcoat, his eyes raised firmly, his eyes looked at the bridge floor above him.
Lynch on the bridge has been fully engaged in the battle again, and he did not pay attention to Leocliffe under the bridge. The English militias he committed in the future were cut to death one by one, even if he has tried not to show up when he started fighting. The kind of attack that wasted his strength and smashed people into pieces, but his strength was a bit exhausted after all, and the time for the Berserker to stimulate his physical potential was almost over, but after finding out that he had no enough strength to push down the English militia in front of him , He actually let go of the axe in his hand, reached out his hands and moved his head back to expose his neck, and then the probe went directly to the throat of the English militia. The English militia made the sound of pouring blood back into the throat, his The throat was bitten down by Lynch.
The leader of the Berserker vomited the bite of the throat and blood directly into the eyes of another person who wanted to come over and attacked him, temporarily losing his sight. Then he used his helmeted forehead to slam the forehead without such equipment. The militia, whose skull had actually shattered, immediately fell backwards, but before he was completely on the ground, he was swept away by Lynch, who then picked it up again and swung it ...
Although it is not as fierce as the beginning, this Viking warrior is indeed the leader of the mad warrior. He seems to be able to fight for a while.
The Viking camp, which had been assembled in the distance, gave a warm cheer ~ www.novelhall.com ~ Proud and proud of their warriors, and began to maintain the formation close 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 any more. At this time, Odgar pushed the soldiers away and stepped forward. He raised his hands and made Surrender and stop fighting posture.
"I was ordered to negotiate with your master." Odgar said calmly and calmly, looking directly at the other person and yelling.
Seeing his posture like this, the leader of the Berserker opened his eyes wide and wiped the blood left by the English who was dripping down his brow, and his hideous face looked a little puzzled and puzzled.
"We accept your surrender." Ordega maintained a harmless posture but said provocatively, "Did you understand? We don't want anyone to die here, warrior, I respect you, I don't want to kill you." "
"Englander, you must have sunburned your head." Lynch seemed to be amused by Ordega after the initial consternation. "Do you want to do business with me?"
Odgar looked at each other with regret, raised his foot and stomped the bridge, giving a signal.
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King Harold looked at the other Vikings across the river. Although most of them did not have armor somehow, after all, they had begun to form a formation. He was a little annoyed that his surprise attack would be blocked by the other person, and The opponent clearly blocked the spears and bows, and Harold had to take a deep breath, turning his head to encourage the militiamen who rushed to the front row: "He is also a father and mother born, go!"
Under the personal urging of the king, the English militiamen surrounding the bridge head had to start to move forward. They held the shield in one hand and the weapon in the other, and rushed to the bridge head step by step.
At the front is a middle-aged man with a relatively strong figure and black complexion. He had just been squeezed into the front row. He looked at the other person ’s burly body. When he approached, he could n’t help but show his fear. He tried to shrink back again and again. He was pushed forward by the person behind him, he shouted, "Don't push me behind!"
The closer he was, the more frightened he was that he could already see the other person ’s axe. The remaining bowel of the previous warrior was still hanging on it. The dark man ’s emotions were almost out of control. He shouted loudly, “Do n’t push me, see For the sake of fellow countrymen, don't ... "
However, the other party had lifted his axe to his head, and he chopped off the head. With the screams of the captured women who had fled back to the English front in the chaos, the sound of the axe chopping into the meat sounded. The women who have lost their homes dare not look at the horror in front of them. They hug each other, some bury their heads in the arms of others, and some simply put their eyes aside and dare not look at it again.
On the bridge, the remaining English militiamen were chopped down one by one by Lynch, and under his vigorous chopping, many people-at least part of them even flew directly into the river.
"Go! Let me go!" The crying Berserker used the terrain on the bridge, he did not face too many enemies at once, and the ability of the Berserker made him ignore the pain of his body being hurt by the dark arrows, and the more he fought This time, he simply used a giant axe to draw a large arc and slashed from above diagonally, turning the body of the three soldiers in front of him into six pieces at a time. Only the last "lucky man" survived temporarily and suffered a lot of pain. The remaining will prompted him to crawl back and forth on the bridge, trying to escape the demon in front of him, but Lynch stepped on his spine directly from behind, and with a tickling click, this " Although "lucky" can still wink, he can't move at all.
The Berserker laughed excitedly. His face was covered with plasma and minced meat. After pulling out the arrow inserted in his body, he trembled again and moved his lower shoulder, a look of pride, one after another. The Saxons were cut down under the bridge by him, and he blocked the British army by himself, making it difficult for the other side to cross the bridge.
"I've hunted deer, and I'm in the line, but I've never done this, how about you?" Said a soldier beside Leofrick, but when he was caught in a stream of people, no one ignored him.
Toffee heard the sound of the water in the shield wall formation. He found that the soldiers beside him peeed his pants nervously before the war, so he couldn't help wrinkling his nose.
"What are we doing now?" He asked, somewhat confused. He watched the comrades around the bridge head fall down one by one, wondering whether he should follow the people to the **** place.
"Now let us try to keep our heads down." Leofric grabbed his buddy, and the two arched slightly, as if they were going to dive-but they have been trying to keep themselves as long as possible Behind the team they belong to.
In a mess, Odgar, who had just disappeared, shouted as soon as he returned: "Where did my **** cousin go?"
"You said that the fighting season is over." Leo Cliff said reluctantly, "That's what you said."
"Do you seem to be over by yourself?" Ordega pointed to the flesh that was flying around.
Leo Cliff glanced at Tofe with a pale face, knowing that it was useless, he got up and raised his shield to obey orders, preparing to go to the bridge and fight against the leader of the mad warrior.
"You idiot! Do you think I will let you die like a thin sparrow that can be killed by the wind? Come here and go down the river." Odgar stopped him with some helplessness as a king. One of the guard captains and the recruiter, unlike ordinary militiamen, has been vigilantly watching the places outside the wooden bridge battle, and found that the other mad fighters on the other side have left. No one pays attention to them. He took a few steps back, and then Leading Leocliff to the river.
"Thank you so much, I thought you were going to call me on the bridge." Leo Cliff looked at the scene over the bridge and thanked Odgar with the rest of his life.
"You are going to the bridge." Ordega said seriously looking at the direction of the bridge, and then pointed to the big wooden barrel at the bottom of the river with only half of the bottom.
Leocliff couldn't believe his ears. He turned his head and looked at Ordega with doubt and disbelief.
"You're a ghost, still good at climbing trees." Ordgar approached Leo Cliff mysteriously and looked at his tall, thin figure. "And thin enough to sit in a wooden barrel."
Leocliff began to listen intently, knowing that his cousin must have other plans. He frowned and confirmed again: "Do you really want me to get to the bridge?"
Odgar simply brought himself close to Leocliff and whispered to him.
On the bridge, Lynch hit a few arrows, but it seemed that he was not injured. Lynch cut down the soldiers one by one under the bridge. "Waggggh!" He had hacked more than 70 people. He even issued to the dead soldiers under the bridge. The mocking roar.
Leo Cliff took off his armor, wearing only a soft undershirt, and carefully crawled into the half-barrel, drifting down the bridge as quietly as possible along the river channel, watching the surroundings have actually been The fragment of the comrades replaced by the illusion, he put on the hood attached to the waistcoat, his eyes raised firmly, his eyes looked at the bridge floor above him.
Lynch on the bridge has been fully engaged in the battle again, and he did not pay attention to Leocliffe under the bridge. The English militias he committed in the future were cut to death one by one, even if he has tried not to show up when he started fighting. The kind of attack that wasted his strength and smashed people into pieces, but his strength was a bit exhausted after all, and the time for the Berserker to stimulate his physical potential was almost over, but after finding out that he had no enough strength to push down the English militia in front of him , He actually let go of the axe in his hand, reached out his hands and moved his head back to expose his neck, and then the probe went directly to the throat of the English militia. The English militia made the sound of pouring blood back into the throat, his The throat was bitten down by Lynch.
The leader of the Berserker vomited the bite of the throat and blood directly into the eyes of another person who wanted to come over and attacked him, temporarily losing his sight. Then he used his helmeted forehead to slam the forehead without such equipment. The militia, whose skull had actually shattered, immediately fell backwards, but before he was completely on the ground, he was swept away by Lynch, who then picked it up again and swung it ...
Although it is not as fierce as the beginning, this Viking warrior is indeed the leader of the mad warrior. He seems to be able to fight for a while.
The Viking camp, which had been assembled in the distance, gave a warm cheer ~ www.novelhall.com ~ Proud and proud of their warriors, and began to maintain the formation close 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 any more. At this time, Odgar pushed the soldiers away and stepped forward. He raised his hands and made Surrender and stop fighting posture.
"I was ordered to negotiate with your master." Odgar said calmly and calmly, looking directly at the other person and yelling.
Seeing his posture like this, the leader of the Berserker opened his eyes wide and wiped the blood left by the English who was dripping down his brow, and his hideous face looked a little puzzled and puzzled.
"We accept your surrender." Ordega maintained a harmless posture but said provocatively, "Did you understand? We don't want anyone to die here, warrior, I respect you, I don't want to kill you." "
"Englander, you must have sunburned your head." Lynch seemed to be amused by Ordega after the initial consternation. "Do you want to do business with me?"
Odgar looked at each other with regret, raised his foot and stomped the bridge, giving a signal.
King Harold looked at the other Vikings across the river. Although most of them did not have armor somehow, after all, they had begun to form a formation. He was a little annoyed that his surprise attack would be blocked by the other person, and The opponent clearly blocked the spears and bows, and Harold had to take a deep breath, turning his head to encourage the militiamen who rushed to the front row: "He is also a father and mother born, go!"Under the personal urging of the king, the English militiamen surrounding the bridge head had to start to move forward. They held the shield in one hand and the weapon in the other, and rushed to the bridge head step by step.At the front is a middle-aged man with a relatively strong figure and black complexion. He had just been squeezed into the front row. He looked at the other person 's burly body. When he approached, he could n't help but show his fear. He tried to shrink back again and again. He was pushed forward by the person behind him, he shouted, "Don't push me behind!"The closer he was, the more frightened he was that he could already see the other person 's axe. The remaining bowel of the previous warrior was still hanging on it. The dark man 's emotions were almost out of control. He shouted loudly, Do n't push me, see For the sake of fellow countrymen, don't ... "However, the other party had lifted his axe to his head, and he chopped off the head. With the screams of the captured women who had fled back to the English front in the chaos, the sound of the axe chopping into the meat sounded. The women who have lost their homes dare not look at the horror in front of them. They hug each other, some bury their heads in the arms of others, and some simply put their eyes aside and dare not look at it again.On the bridge, the remaining English militiamen were chopped down one by one by Lynch, and under his vigorous chopping, many people-at least part of them even flew directly into the river."Go! Let me go!" The crying Berserker used the terrain on the bridge, he did not face too many enemies at once, and the ability of the Berserker made him ignore the pain of his body being hurt by the dark arrows, and the more he fought This time, he simply used a giant axe to draw a large arc and slashed from above diagonally, turning the body of the three soldiers in front of him into six pieces at a time. Only the last "lucky man" survived temporarily and suffered a lot of pain. The remaining will prompted him to crawl back and forth on the bridge, trying to escape the demon in front of him, but Lynch stepped on his spine directly from behind, and with a tickling click, this " Although "lucky" can still wink, he can't move at all.The Berserker laughed excitedly. His face was covered with plasma and minced meat. After pulling out the arrow inserted in his body, he trembled again and moved his lower shoulder, a look of pride, one after another. The Saxons were cut down under the bridge by him, and he blocked the British army by himself, making it difficult for the other side to cross the bridge."I've hunted deer, and I'm in the line, but I've never done this, how about you?" Said a soldier beside Leofrick, but when he was caught in a stream of people, no one ignored him.Toffee heard the sound of the water in the shield wall formation. He found that the soldiers beside him peeed his pants nervously before the war, so he couldn't help wrinkling his nose."What are we doing now?" He asked, somewhat confused. He watched the comrades around the bridge head fall down one by one, wondering whether he should follow the people to the **** place."Now let us try to keep our heads down." Leofric grabbed his buddy, and the two arched slightly, as if they were going to dive-but they have been trying to keep themselves as long as possible Behind the team they belong to.In a mess, Odgar, who had just disappeared, shouted as soon as he returned: "Where did my **** cousin go?""You said that the fighting season is over." Leo Cliff said reluctantly, "That's what you said.""Do you seem to be over by yourself?" Ordega pointed to the flesh that was flying around.Leo Cliff glanced at Tofe with a pale face, knowing that it was useless, he got up and raised his shield to obey orders, preparing to go to the bridge and fight against the leader of the mad warrior."You idiot! Do you think I will let you die like a thin sparrow that can be killed by the wind? Come here and go down the river." Odgar stopped him with some helplessness as a king. One of the guard captains and the recruiter, unlike ordinary militiamen, has been vigilantly watching the places outside the wooden bridge battle, and found that the other mad fighters on the other side have left. No one pays attention to them. He took a few steps back, and then Leading Leocliff to the river."Thank you so much, I thought you were going to call me on the bridge." Leo Cliff looked at the scene over the bridge and thanked Odgar with the rest of his life."You are going to the bridge." Ordega said seriously looking at the direction of the bridge, and then pointed to the big wooden barrel at the bottom of the river with only half of the bottom.Leocliff couldn't believe his ears. He turned his head and looked at Ordega with doubt and disbelief."You're a ghost, still good at climbing trees." Ordgar approached Leo Cliff mysteriously and looked at his tall, thin figure. "And thin enough to sit in a wooden barrel."Leocliff began to listen intently, knowing that his cousin must have other plans. He frowned and confirmed again: "Do you really want me to get to the bridge?"Odgar simply brought himself close to Leocliff and whispered to him.On the bridge, Lynch hit a few arrows, but it seemed that he was not injured. Lynch cut down the soldiers one by one under the bridge. "Waggggh!" He had hacked more than 70 people. He even issued to the dead soldiers under the bridge. The mocking roar.Leo Cliff took off his armor, wearing only a soft undershirt, and carefully crawled into the half-barrel, drifting down the bridge as quietly as possible along the river channel, watching the surroundings have actually been The fragment of the comrades replaced by the illusion, he put on the hood attached to the waistcoat, his eyes raised firmly, his eyes looked at the bridge floor above him.Lynch on the bridge has been fully engaged in the battle again, and he did not pay attention to Leocliffe under the bridge. The English militias he committed in the future were cut to death one by one, even if he has tried not to show up when he started fighting. The kind of attack that wasted his strength and smashed people into pieces, but his strength was a bit exhausted after all, and the time for the Berserker to stimulate his physical potential was almost over, but after finding out that he had no enough strength to push down the English militia in front of him , He actually let go of the axe in his hand, reached out his hands and moved his head back to expose his neck, and then the probe went directly to the throat of the English militia. The English militia made the sound of pouring blood back into the throat, his The throat was bitten down by Lynch.The leader of the Berserker vomited the bite of the throat and blood directly into the eyes of another person who wanted to come over and attacked him, temporarily losing his sight. Then he used his helmeted forehead to slam the forehead without such equipment. The militia, whose skull had actually shattered, immediately fell backwards, but before he was completely on the ground, he was swept away by Lynch, who then picked it up again and swung it ...Although it is not as fierce as the beginning, this Viking warrior is indeed the leader of the mad warrior. He seems to be able to fight for a while.The Viking camp, which had been assembled in the distance, gave a warm cheer ~ www.novelhall.com ~ Proud and proud of their warriors, and began to maintain the formation close 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 any more. At this time, Odgar pushed the soldiers away and stepped forward. He raised his hands and made Surrender and stop fighting posture."I was ordered to negotiate with your master." Odgar said calmly and calmly, looking directly at the other person and yelling.Seeing his posture like this, the leader of the Berserker opened his eyes wide and wiped the blood left by the English who was dripping down his brow, and his hideous face looked a little puzzled and puzzled."We accept your surrender." Ordega maintained a harmless posture but said provocatively, "Did you understand? We don't want anyone to die here, warrior, I respect you, I don't want to kill you." ""Englander, you must have sunburned your head." Lynch seemed to be amused by Ordega after the initial consternation. "Do you want to do business with me?"Odgar looked at each other with regret, raised his foot and stomped the bridge, giving a signal.
