"Holy Father, Holy Son, Holy Spirit, save me!" An old woman with gray hair looked at the bloody scene like Shura hell at the broken castle gate. She actually followed the stairs in the corner of the castle to the side wall like a mental disorder, screamed and crossed the wall, jumped down, and fell to the ground with a fierce moment, not moving for a long time.

"Ahhhh!" With a shout, a thin serf in a ragged linen robe also jumped down, but when it landed on the ground, it made a crisp sound of bones.

"What are you idiots going to do?" The old and thin serf grabbed Kohler, who was carrying his home on his back and was about to run towards the wall of the fort.

"Don't stop me, you old guy!" The dwarf Kohler wanted to break away from the old serf's hand, but found that no matter how hard he tried, it would be useless.

"Okay, since you want to die so much, just go and die." The old serf looked at Kohler coldly, and originally held his hand and pushed it backwards.

"What do you mean? Can you escape and die if you stay in this broken wood fort that will be slaughtered sooner or later?" The dwarf Kohler was a little puzzled. He turned to look at his partner who had been working in the fields. "Now, jump down, live, and hide in the woods with his belongings, and then escape."

"A self-righteous, stupid bastard," the old serf spat with disdain, "Not to mention whether your thin arms and legs will be left alone, even if you escape, what can you do?"

"You are a stupid and uncivilized old-fashioned," the dwarf Kohler was very angry. He no longer cared about running away or not. He shouted at the old serf, "If you lose, be a pilgrim. If you don't lose, go to Bruges to do whatever you want. Even if you become a bandit and steal, you will be better than dying here like a wild dog!"

"First, your loser will definitely become disabled. Second, even if you don't fall into a disabled person and become a bandit, the robber may not be able to look down on you, the thin monkey. In short, you are most likely to die of hunger and cold on an unknown broken road." The old serf said every word, and the dwarf Kohler made his face red and pointed at him for a long time and couldn't speak.

"Since people are always going to die, rather than being cowardly and do everything evil under the gaze of God, it is better to kill a few pagans and give themselves a despicable life to atone for their sins? You have to think about what face you will have to face our kind Lord after death." As he said that, the old serf took out a hatchet from his cloth bag and threw it at the feet of the dwarf Kohler.

Kohler lowered his head and was silent, as if recalling the despicable behavior he had done in his failed life. His lips squirmed slightly, but he didn't say anything.

"Okay old guy, I admit you convinced me," Kohler made a difficult decision, threw down the big cloth bag in his hand, bent down, and picked up the rusty hatchet with his right hand, which was covered in scars and skinny, "But what about you?"

"I'm old and can't wield that thing," said the old serf, pulling out a feces fork from the pile of dung, "This is quite suitable to send those damn pagans to hell!"

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"Master Simon, we can't stand it anymore!" A soldier kept retreating under the coordinated attack of two or three Vikings, and was very careful to resist their attack.

"We have too few people, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" said a militia wearing patched soft armor holding a curved broad-leaf spear. An unwilling to be noticed was stabbed into the abdomen by the Vikings confronting him in front of him, screaming, and fell to the ground unwillingly.

"Damn it, they are getting more and more people, and it's hard for us to resist. We have to push them back to the narrow castle gate!" The stonemason Ryan narrowly avoided the agile attack of a Viking in light leather armor, and slashed a sword at his arm, which made him scream, and the sword in his hand fell to the ground.

"Please take care of it, push the line of defense back to the fort gate!" Simon was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, shouting loudly.

However, Simon's soldiers struggled to turn defense into offense, but found that they could do nothing at all.

"Get out of our home, you are the rotten pig trick in your pigpen!"

At this moment, a Viking warrior wearing a stuffed leather shirt and a mail shoulder cover was looking for the flaws of the militia in front of him who had suffered several wounds and exhausted smoldering wind. Just now, a feces fork was inserted into his face.

The Viking warrior's vitality was unexpectedly tenacious. Although three feces were inserted into his mouth, one of which had broken his nose and one of his eyes, he still touched the flying axe at his waist with his leather gloves, and trembling hands, preparing to lift the skull of the damn old farmer holding the feces.

"What are you waiting for? Go!" The old serf holding the fork roared at the militia who was a little stunned. The latter sent the spear in his hand to the Viking warrior's neck with a disgusting roar of bad breath, completely ending his life.

At the same time, led by the old serf and the dwarf Kohler, some brave male villagers rushed towards the defense line of the fort gate, either holding hatches, or pitchforks, and already somewhat blunt wood-cutting axes.

"My child!" A timid and cowardly middle-aged woman in a dirty half-life apron behind her, looking at her son who had been raising for many years, also plucked up the courage to take the most valuable property in the family - a rusty iron-cutting axe, and rushed towards the vicious Vikings.

But just after he helped a barely retreating soldier to kill a Viking, his head was suddenly hit by a flying axe, and fell into a pool of blood as the blood and brains splattered everywhere.

"No, no! Ahhhh!" The middle-aged woman fell to the ground and cried loudly in grief. Perhaps the extreme grief of losing her son turned into a huge hatred for the Viking who killed her son. She actually roared and rushed directly to the fort gate. In the surprised and surprised eyes of the soldiers on both sides, she knocked down the seriously injured Viking warrior.

The woman was like a mentally ill maniac, piercing her long, dirt-filled fingernails into the wounds of the seriously injured Viking warrior and tearing them hard, then chewing the Viking's face with her uneven yellow teeth.

"Ahhhhh, who will help me to get this madman off me!" The Viking warrior, who was already seriously injured, wanted to exert force to get the crazy woman on his body, but the heart-wrenching pain from the wound made him cramp all over his body and he couldn't do anything. He felt that he was suffering the greatest pain in the world.

"Donglong, Donglong, Donglong..." At this time, some Viking warriors faintly heard a large number of horse hooves, from far to near. And they could already feel the ground shaking slightly.

"What happened? Have their reinforcements arrived?" A Viking warrior crowded with many Viking warriors in the inside of the fort gate, while raising the round shield over his head to guard against the cold arrow stones in the killing hole, he shouted to his companions outside the fort gate behind him.

However, the guy outside the fort gate did not reply, but just looked at the main road leading from the east to the village in a daze.

"Enemy cavalry, cavalry!!!" the Viking warrior outside the other fort gate shouted in horror.

"What!?" Frankie, the little leader inside the fort gate, tried hard to go out of the fort gate and went out to see what happened. Unexpectedly, a cold arrow flew out of the killing hole and inserted it into his right arm without mail protection.

"Go to hell, hahahaha!" Little Klein above the fort gate laughed loudly in his slightly tender voice and quickly avoided the murderous hole. Sure enough, several spear guns flew out of the murderous hole in an instant.

"Damn it!" The little leader Floki covered his right arm and continued to walk towards the outer castle gate with gasps, but a Viking warrior accidentally touched the arrow inserted into his right arm, which immediately made him feel in pain and wanted to die on the spot. "Get out, you clumsy bastard!"

After passing through the crowded crowd, the little leader Floki felt the air suddenly fresh, and even the anxious battle and tragic killing shouts behind his head were a little blurred. However, he also saw clearly the Dorstenburg cavalry who had entered the village and closed his eyes in despair.

"It's over, we don't have any defense guards to resist horses or trap horse pits. At this time, they were attacked by both sides..." According to Floki's estimate, if Dorstenburg wanted to reinforce, it would take two or three days to collect food and grass and recruit soldiers at the fastest. Who would have thought that they would not play according to common sense and dispatch all the cavalry in the entire territory and attack directly.

At this time, the soldiers in Foldburg had already known the arrival of reinforcements, and their morale suddenly rose, and the Vikings, who were depressed, began to slowly retreat.
Chapter completed!