The strong wind blew the earth, and the wind carrying the cold and humid Nordic air swept across the swamp. A group of strange Vikings were marching above this swamp. The reason why it was strange was that they were tied with bark shoes like bigfoots on their feet, and branches and shrubs on their bodies. The horses behind them were all on wooden rafts. Perhaps they had been used to this way of marching. The war horses were quietly staying on the rafts and letting their masters drag and slide on the swamp. The bottomless swamp was just like the heavy snow in Nordics. Under the leadership of Ronald, the raiders from Sweden used rafts to pass through the bottomless swamp that no one could pass. Once they stepped in without preparation, they would fall into the mud and unable to move until they fell into the bottomless abyss exhausted.

"Clang, ding, ah~~~~." The fierce fighting sounds on the battlefield gradually penetrated into the ears of the Swedish raid cavalry who were marching quietly, but they were still quietly burying forward, because until if they were discovered by the enemy at this time, they only needed to arrange a team of crossbowmen on the side of the swamp, which would cause them to be buried in this swamp. Fortunately, there were many shrubs and weeds in the swamp, which almost blended into the disguise of the Swedes. They approached the battlefield quietly like Arctic foxes.

"We are here, now take off the disguise and take the horses down." Ronald calmly gave orders to his Vikings, and everything was going on silently. He carefully lay on the ground and crawled forward, pushing away the dense weeds and looking at the battlefield. At this time, the German mercenary swordsmen joined the battlefield and pushed the front towards the Vikings. The Vikings were restricted by the terrain, and even if the Danish King Banuk continued to send reinforcements, they would be blocked behind the position, so Ronald personally led the raid cavalry to cross the bottomless swamp. The Vikings from the cold Sweden area had a way to cross the swamp and snow.

"Mr. Ronald is ready and can start the raid." The Swedish Viking warriors removed the disguise on their bodies and the bark tied to their feet, and turned over the horses, hung the round shield on one side of the horse, and clasped the sharp battle axe and sword.

"Surprise~~~~." Ronald's eyes became sharper. He also rode his own war horse, pulled out the iron sword from his waist, and issued a slogan of fighting in the direction of fierce battle.

Just as the fierce battle was in the battle, the swordsmen of the Mason nobles and the German mercenary group did not expect that the Vikings raided cavalry appeared from the direction of the swamp. They were shocked and at a loss. If they could organize their defense when John Berg reacted, they might not have been at a loss when they were suddenly attacked. However, the Mason nobles' army was not the German mercenary group after all, and could do so to the point where orders were prohibited.

"Andrew the man. Hurry." Seeing that he could not organize defense with the noble Masons' army, John Berg had to minimize the losses of the swordsmen of the German mercenary group. Under John Berg's command, the swordsmen began to shrink their formation.

"Woooo~~~." The Swedish raid cavalry charges while blew the horns. The low sound of the horns brings fear to the Mason noble soldiers, and encourages the Viking warriors to attack. The raid cavalry suddenly rushed into the middle of the tired Mason soldiers. The tall Nordic war horses rushed forward, and the raid cavalry swung the battle axe in their hands, reaping the lives of the Mason soldiers like a strong wind, hitting the morale of the Masons. The Mason soldiers, who were about to win, collapsed immediately after being hit by this blow. At this time, a disintegrated Plaun soldiers rushed into the team of swordsmen of the German mercenary group. The disintegrated soldiers actually caused the team of swordsmen of the German mercenary group to pieces and gradually dispersed in various parts of the battlefield.

"What the hell is going on?" John Berg also lost contact with the swordsmen around him in this messy battle situation. He walked alone on the small plain with corpses everywhere. At this time, the situation became unfavorable to the Masons because of the raided cavalry attacks. John Berg could not see the overall situation. However, with his long-standing war experience, he could only make the Masons' nobles unable to defeat the Viking warriors. If the command was properly, it would reduce the losses. However, seeing the Earl of Weimar retreating, it was estimated that the old earl was preparing to put oil on his feet and throw his soldiers down.

"Kill~~~." The Viking warriors, inspired by the raid cavalry, plucked up their last courage and rushed over from John Berg's position with exhausted steps. John Berg immediately threw away his helmet, which was obviously an officer. Although he tried his best to avoid this torrent, he was still caught up by several Viking warriors. The three Viking warriors raised their battle axes in their hands and slashed at Count John. John Berg, who was born as a mercenary, immediately raised his sword to block. The three Viking warriors surrounded from three directions panting, which made John Berg feel threatened.

"Clang~~~." A Viking warrior launched the first attack and slashed at John Berg with a battle axe. However, John Berg seized the opportunity to use the deception sword to avoid the Viking warrior's battle axe and stabbed the Viking warrior in the throat with a sword. But at this moment, another Viking warrior launched an attack from behind, forcing John Berg to give up the sword in his hand and avoid the fatal blow behind him. However, John Berg, who had lost his weapon, was in a very dangerous situation against the remaining Viking warriors.

"Get good~~~, gray law." Just when John Berg was in extremely dangerous situation, the sound of horse hooves came. A Knight in a Pull-on rushed over. The knight wearing a giant bottle helmet drove the war horse under his crotch and knocked a Viking warrior to the ground. The warrior neighed and kicked the Viking warrior in the head.

"Woo~~~." Seeing that the situation was not good, the last Viking warrior quickly turned around and ran away. Not all Viking warriors were afraid of death and were eager to go to the temple of the god Odin. However, the Knight Plaun did not intend to let him go. He drove the horse under his crotch and chased after him. He cut off the head of the Viking warrior from behind with a sword. The Viking warrior who had lost his head ran forward for a few more steps before falling like half a dead tree.

"Are you okay?" After solving the three Viking warriors chasing, Knight Plaun turned his horse and returned to John Berg, and asked John Berg condescendingly.
Chapter completed!