The shield girl Gracie used a sword to block the spearhead of a spearman's spearman, and a lion-like roar came from her throat. The Vikings' life was difficult, and except for farming, they were fighting, so even women were very strong. In Aruod's impression, only the Qin people of the Warring States Period could compare to this point. The poorer they were, the more brave they produced. Gracie retreated while fighting, and was about to retreat into the woods, and the movements of the cavalry in the woods were restricted.

"Help." Suddenly Grace saw a shield woman surrounded by several Mecklenburg Javelin Cavalry. She knew the surrounded shield woman. It was obvious that the shield woman was exhausted because of the continuous battle. The woman was not as physically as men. The group of Javelin Cavalry obviously noticed this. They surrounded the shield woman like a cat playing with a mouse.

"Damn it." Grace looked at the woods that could be touched with her hand, and then looked at the almost desperate shield girl. She felt angry and humiliated in her heart. What was going on? How were they defeated when the number of people was equal? ​​Maybe they shouldn't trust Kraze, the strange Norwegian man. There were many hidden lies in his words. This kind of failure was unforgivable. But now it was to save his life in the next battle, and to save his companion. Grace was a little confused, but in the end the responsibility still prevailed.

"Swoosh." Grace ran towards the direction where the shield girl was surrounded. On the way forward, she pulled up a javelin stuck on the ground and threw it in the direction of the javelin cavalry. The Viking warriors sometimes used the javelin as a ranged weapon. The javelin made a buzzing sound of breaking through the air. Although it did not hit any cavalry, it made the javelin cavalry tighten their horses and avoided sideways. The surrounded shield girl took the opportunity to drill under the horse's belly and flee into the woods.

"Go to it~~." Grace's attack annoyed the Javelin Cavalry. They gave up and continued to play with the shield girl. They turned their horse's head and rushed straight towards Grace. The horse's hooves stepped on the ground and made a sound.

"I have to escape." Looking at the approaching Mecklenburg cavalry, Grace quickly turned around and fled, and the defeated Vikings around her were no longer visible. In other words, she had to face the enemy's pursuit alone.

The defeated Vikings instinctively fled to the coast. Wherever their ships were docked, the Vikings usually fled on board once the raid failed. This is why the location of their raid was always close to the waters, not too far from their narrow dragon-headed ship.

"How many people are left?" Claze looked at the Viking warriors who came back one after another. They fled to the coast in groups of three or three. It was not easy to get rid of the cavalry's pursuit. Now there are only dozens of people left to return to the vicinity of the dragon-headed ship, and the others were either killed in battle or disappeared and captured.

"That's all, it's so damn." The return Viking sat on the ground tiredly and said indignantly.

"Where is Grace? Has anyone seen her?" Claze looked at the Viking Warriors passing by and asked them one by one, but unfortunately no one saw the whereabouts of the shield girl.

"We have to leave, the Mecklenburg cavalry is chasing us." At this time, from the distance, the remaining Viking warriors quickly pushed the ships into the sea with great force. They were about to return to the territory of the King of Denmark and lick their wounds again in order to prepare for the next battle.

"Damn it." Claze did not see Grace's trace. In the critical situation, it was impossible to put everyone in danger for her alone. He had to turn around and jump onto the warship. The narrow dragon-headed warship was pushed into the sea and quickly rowed towards the depths of the ocean.

"Oh no, oh no." Just as the dragon-headed warship rowed out several nautical miles from the coastline, Grace tried her best but failed to catch up with the last ship. She looked desperately as she gradually disappeared from the mast tip of the sea level. Annoyance and fatigue surged into her heart. Finally, she couldn't hold on to her knees on the beach, and the shield and sword in her hand fell to the ground.

"Oh, get, get." Suddenly, the sound of horse hooves came from one side of the coast. Grace struggled to stand up. She ran desperately along the coastline, trying to avoid the cavalry chasing behind her.

"Ping." But the two-legged person could not escape the speed of the four-legged horse. When Grace turned her face, she felt dark in front of her eyes, and her head was hit hard by a blunt object. Under inertia, she fell on the beach, her face facing the soft sea sand, and she felt that Venus was catching in front of her, and all her strength seemed to have been pulled away.

"Sir, the northerners escaped by boat, and our cavalry did not catch up." Ted rode his horse several steps away from Arod, tightened the reins of his war horse, stopped and reported to Arod.

"By a boat, yes, there is no defense in the sea." Aruod frowned. These northerners were riding their narrow warships downstream and robbing everywhere. If there was a fleet, they could block the Vikings' ships crossing the sea and defend them outside their territory. Unfortunately, they had no money or strength to develop the navy now.

"Uh~~." Just as Arod was already thinking about how to develop a fleet, Mecklenburg soldiers had already begun to clean up the Viking wounded soldiers on the battlefield. The so-called cleaning was to stab those wounded soldiers with swords or spears. There was no humanitarianism or the Red Cross in this era.

"Wait a minute." Aruod knocked his horse under his crotch with his feet and slowly walked towards the battlefield where corpses were everywhere. The servants holding swords and shields followed Aruod tightly. The crows fell on the corpse with their stomachs flowing out of their intestines. They reached in with their pointed mouths and ate the fresh meat with satisfaction. Even if someone passed by, they would never fly away. They just flapped their wings lazily.

"Sir." When the Mecklenburg soldiers saw their monarch coming, they quickly stopped their work and paid tribute to the ruler who led them to victory, but they were not sure what Arod wanted to do.

"Hallen." Arud looked at the Vikings who were still gasping for breath and were seriously injured on their legs and arms, lying on the ground with blood on their bodies. He shouted loudly the name of his servant Harlen.

"Sir." Harren hurriedly came to Arod with his small shield and sword, and knelt down on one knee to report to Arod.

"Bring Xia Zuo and the others to get rid of these Vikings." Aruod pointed at the half-dead Viking warriors and said to the servants.

"Ah, ah, yes." Harren raised his head in surprise. Seeing that Aruod had indeed given such an order, he quickly stood up and waved to the other young servants. Other young servants who didn't understand what was going on followed him.

"Well, wu~~." Even though he knew that the other party was a vicious Viking raider just now, looking at the Vikings lying on the ground with blood smudged at this time, their faces were twisted by the pain and fear of the wounds. The young servants looked at each other. They were crowded together and looked pale. It was one thing to watch the battle in the distance, but it was really another thing to be there.

"Uh woo." The little fat man Xia Zuo looked at the Vikings with his stomach flowing out, turned around and helped Sean to vomit all over the floor, which caused the laughter of the Mecklenburg soldiers around him.

"Kill these plunderers." Aruod ordered again loudly. It was not that he was so cold-blooded and ruthless. If the young servants could not see blood, how could they grow into iron-blooded warriors or even knights? Besides, the injuries of the Vikings were no longer saved. If they suffered all the torture and died, it would be better to give them a kind of pain instead of a kind of kindness.

"Let me do it first." Sean looked at Harlan, who was holding the sword tightly but his hands were trembling slightly, walked up to Harlan and said.

"Yeah." Harren's face was a little pale. He hated his cowardice, and he didn't even dare to kill the enemy who had lost his ability to resist. He felt his throat dry and couldn't help swallowing.

"Puchi." Sean held a short sword he chose. The sword body of the short sword was made into a wavy shape for some reason, but this did not affect its sharpness. Sean recognized this weapon at a glance in the armory. He held the short sword and walked to a Viking warrior whose shoulder was kicked by a horse. He grabbed the Viking warrior's hair, forcing him to lift his head up and expose his neck. Then he quickly pulled the sword. A puff sound came from the Viking warrior's throat, blood flowed from the wound, and a drinking sound from the throat.

"Um." The fat man Xia Zuo couldn't help feeling like vomiting again. The other young servants turned their faces involuntarily. When Sean completed his task and walked over, they stepped back and walked away from him.

"I'll do it." Harren always thought that he was the bravest of the little servants. He would not allow others to think that he was a coward, so he walked to a Viking with a serious neck and raised his sword and pointed it at his heart.

"That little servant named Sean is pretty good, right, Count." Johnberg walked to Arod with blood on his armor. He saw the performance of these little servants and said to Arod.

"It's very skillful." Aruod nodded, thinking that maybe this little servant named Sean had killed people, but in this era, killers may not be a bad thing. At this time, a cavalry came over on horseback. When he was about to walk to Aruod, he put down a Viking who was carrying his horse.

"What's wrong with Ron?" Johnberg asked curiously when he saw that the cavalry was Ron, a knight in the inner palace.

"I caught a woman, a Viking woman." Ron said to John Berg immediately.

"Oh, then why don't you kill him? Shouldn't all the Vikings be cleaned up?" John Berg asked curiously.

"But the knight should not kill women." Ron replied.
Chapter completed!