The terrible threat and superior forces were left in the village of the Quintons. They knew that they could not resist the enemy who came from outside. After a fierce quarrel, the wooden door of the Quintons' village finally opened, and an old Viking came out from inside. He tried to negotiate some conditions with Xiao Pine to save the fate of failure. This was a tentative move. Even if he was rejected by the demonic commander outside, he lost only an old man in his twilight years. Death on the sickbed was originally a regret for the Vikings.

"Allow us to keep our faith and not to enter our village, we will pile money and the goods we can provide outside the village, and will send people to swear allegiance to your count." The old Vikings stood before the mounts of Little Pine and Osvid and raised the conditions of the Quintons.

"No, you must completely obey the rulers of Mecklenburg and Zeland, and convert to the right God." Little Pine said to the messenger firmly on his mount.

"Little Pine, wait." Osvid, beside him, winked at Little Pine, as if he had something to say to his friends. He leaned his body to Little Pine's ear and said.

"What's wrong?" Little Pine asked curiously.

"I think the Count should agree to this condition." Osvid thought for a while and said to Little Pine.

"Why?"

"Are there some Slavs who maintain their faith in Mecklenburg now? So I think the Earl should agree to this condition. Now we just need to bring the spoils and those who swore allegiance to return and report." Osvid glanced at the corpses lying on the river bank and the river water stained with blood, and frowned and suggested to his friends.

"Well, no, we reject this condition." But Little Pine did not follow Osvid's advice. He straightened his body and said loudly to the old Vikings who were conveying it. At the same time, the voice was also heard by the Quintons behind the wooden fence of the village.

"You~~~." After hearing Little Pine's answer, Osvid was a little angry. He didn't expect Little Pine to be so arbitrary and couldn't help but turn his horse and walk behind the team angrily, ignoring his friend.

"It seems you must fight? Well, okay." The old Viking looked at the little Pine in front of him. He shook his head. He bent over and staggered back to his village. When he returned to the village, he picked up the battle axe he had rubbed for his whole life. Although he had not used it for a while, the blade of the battle axe was a little rusted. But he believed that it would be fine to slash one or two people.

"Prepare for combat. Get ready for wood. Archers are ready for shooting." Little Pine pulled out his sword firmly and ordered the troops handed over to Arod.

"Crazy~~~." When the Vikings holding the longbow picked up the bow in their hands and walked a few steps forward to approach the wooden fence. The arrows in the quiver collided with each other and made a clattering sound, and the archers in the village of the Quintons also began to pull out the arrows nervously.

"Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh~~~~." Soon the arrows were flying inside and outside the village like locusts. The Vikings outside shot the arrows in their hands while approaching. The Vikings in the village used arrows and stones to deal with the enemies outside. When a shout of killing came, the infantrymen of the attacking troops held shields and weapons, covering several strong Vikings carrying the bumping wood and rushed towards the wooden door of the Quintons' village.

"We must not let them get close to the gate." The Quintons knew that once the gate was broken, they would end up with the destruction. While organizing people to block the wooden door with wooden stakes and bodies, they concentrated arrows and stones to hit the team carrying the wooden bump.

"Shield cover, shield cover, don't be afraid, attack, attack." Little Pine held up the sword in his hand and rushed to the front line. He loudly encouraged the soldiers around him. The attacking troops with a rainbow of agitated shouts and rushed towards the wooden fence.

"Crack." A Quinton archer standing on the wooden arrow tower looked at the little Pine riding on a horse with a sword wielding, and immediately aimed at him. If he could shoot the enemy's commander on the battlefield, it would definitely hit the enemy's morale.

"Swoosh~~~." The arrow flew straight towards Little Pine. His target was too big on the horse. This was also caused by his lack of experience. If an experienced commander would either stop where the arrow could not shoot, or would dismount and move among the crowd on foot, or he was a nobleman who had a group of personal guards to protect him.

"Peng~~." A dull voice sounded. When Little Pine turned around, he saw Osvid holding a shield, standing under his mount, with an arrow tied to the shield, and the tail of the arrow was still trembling slightly.

"You idiot, come down from the horse." Osvid pulled Little Pine off the horse and let Little Pine hike in the crowd like himself. If it weren't for Osvid's shield to block the arrow just now, I'm afraid Little Pine would have been shot by the arrow in the waist, and the consequences would be unimaginable.

"I thought you wouldn't pay attention to me." Little Pine smiled and said to Osvid, who was holding the shield.

"Hmph, you stubborn boy, if you hadn't been dead just now, you owed me a big favor. Remember to invite me to drink after returning to Mecklenburg." Osvid grinned and said to Little Pine with dissatisfaction.

"What's the problem with this? I'll ask you if I go to the Jews to borrow money." Little Pine said with a dissatisfaction. They fought side by side again. At this time, the wooden team hit the wooden door of the Quintons hard. I never thought that someone would attack the wooden door of the Quintons outside the village was not strong. When the wooden door of the Comintons hit the above, the unsolid wooden door made a creaking sound, and dust and wood chips fell from the gap.

"Oh, Odin, Thor will give us strength." The Quintons used all their strength to resist the only gate that they could rely on, muttering the names of the Nordic gods. They hoped to get their divine grace, but they didn't hear anything except the shouts of killing from the enemy.

"Boom~~~." Finally, under the impact of the wooden door, the left side of the wooden door fell down, like the mouth of a twilight old man, revealing a big hole.

"Oh, wuwu." The attacking party saw the falling wooden door and cheered excitedly. They stabbed the weapons in their hands through the hole, trying to drive away the Quintons who blocked the door, and the Quintons were not to be outdone. They fought back with the weapons in their hands. There were even a fierce Quintons who grabbed the weapon that was stretched out with their hands, hugged them tightly and pulled them back without letting them go back freely. The shouts and screams connected at the entrance.

"Roar, rush in." Pine and Osvid kept pushing the soldiers to the entrance to break through. The absolute advantage of the number of people had finally led to the Quintons retreating. They dropped several bodies and began to retreat to the square in the center of the village. There were several large stone pillars tied there, representing their faith and the place where they gathered on weekdays, and it seemed that they could find their sustenance there. The women and children retreated to the house of Osborne's chief, which was the most solid and wide building in the entire village.

"They failed, and now our people are surrounding the square." Osvid wiped his forehead, and he said to the little Pine beside him, holding the shield and sword in his hand.

"Come the archers here." Pine said to Osvid.

"Okay." Osvid thought about the right decision that Little Pine's order was decided. Although these Quintons were all old, weak, sick and disabled, they were extremely determined to fight. They refused to give up until the last moment of their lives. The staggering old man waved the battle axe in his hand, and they all had the determination to pull a cushion to death. If they continued to fight closely, it would be really unpaid. It would be better to use a long-range archer to solve it.

"Huhu." In the square of the Quinton village, the few remaining Quinton warriors stood there with blood and panting. Their eyes already had a dying determination, and behind them were their most sacred stone pillars, representing the spirit-sending stones of the Nordic gods, and the source of their best faith to maintain.

"Wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow." As the sound made by stepping on the ground, Arud's soldiers surrounded the Quintons in the center from everywhere, and at the same time, the archers took their positions. They pulled their bowstrings and put arrows on, aiming at the Quintons holding the axes and swords.

"Please surrender?" Osvid looked at the ragged and bloody Viking warriors, and couldn't help but feel a little pity in his heart, and he couldn't help but suggest to Little Pine again.

"No, the look of their eyes was not indicative of surrender. The archer shot~~~~." Little Pine shook his head, and he raised his ground sword and waved it in the direction of the Quinton tribe.

"Swoosh, swish~~~." The archers let go of their fingers controlling the strings, and the arrows shot towards the Quinton people and the stone pillars behind them like locusts. Basically, each Quinton people were caught in several arrows.

"Well, ah, Odin, open your eye of wisdom." An old Quinton warrior with arrows stuck like a hedgehog on his body rushed towards the divine stone pillar of their tribe with all his strength, slapped the stone pillar with his hands and left blood marks on it, and fell under the stone pillar, with his eyes wide open and he refused to close it.

"It's over, huh." Osvid exhaled a breath, and he lowered his head and prayed silently for these Quinton warriors. Even pagans, this brave and fearless act of defending faith was enough to make him feel respected.

"It's not over yet." Little Pine frowned at this time and bit his lips with his teeth. It seemed that he was struggling in his heart, but in the end he seemed to have made some determination in his heart.

"What does it mean? The enemy has been wiped out?" Osvid asked in surprise, but Little Pine walked to the other side, which was the house of the leader of Osborne. At this time, several Arod's soldiers had already pointed their weapons into the house, but they could only hear a soft crying inside the wooden door and the crying of children.

"Closed the door with debris." Little Pine pointed the sword in her hand at the wooden door. The soldiers looked at each other, but no one dared to provoke this terrible young man. So he bowed and ran over to seal the door with wood weeds and other items according to Little Pine's order. It was obvious that the women and children in the house did not know what was going on, and they retreated in panic. But even the leader's house could not crowd so many people. Suddenly, the sound of items falling to the ground came from the house.

"Little Pine, what are you going to do? Enough. The enemy has eliminated these are just a group of women and children." Osvid felt that something was going to happen, so he immediately stood in front of Little Pine.

"These people cannot stay, they will become the scourge of Lord Earl," Pine explained to Osvid.

"What? But this is a group of unarmed women and children. How could you do such a thing?" Osvid looked at his friend in surprise, as if he had known him for the first time.

"No, they were first of all, a group of pagans, and they clearly refused to give up the heretic gods. Secondly, most of them were the wives and mothers of these Quinton warriors who died in battle. Their children would grow up with hatred. These are hidden dangers for the Count. I will never allow anyone to become the scourge of the Count who is kind to me, so they must die." Little Pine said calmly, but his words were so cruel that Osvid could not refute Little Pine's words.

"You, you're crazy." Osvid said as he stretched out his finger and pointed at Little Pine's lips trembled.

"Pile the firewood around the house, and set a fire to burn it all." Little Pine ignored Osvid anymore, and turned his face and ordered the other soldiers.

Rolling smoke rose above the village of the Quintons, and screams and begging for mercy came from the leader's house. The soldiers of Arud who were surrounded outside the house looked at the scene in amazement, as if they were in a purgatory. The smoke quickly suffocated the people inside to death. The violent coughing and the sound of the lungs inhaling the hot air gradually disappeared. Soon the fire swallowed the leader's house. With the crackling sound, the beams collapsed, and the shadows of the corpse burned into charcoal seemed to jump in the flames.

"God, God, forgive us." Osvid held his hands tightly, knelt on the ground and muttered to himself, praying.
Chapter completed!