The Norwegians walked out of the dense forest under the leadership of the war lord. They held flags with animal skins and drew the totem with mineral dyes on the hairless white side. Usually, the totem is an image of a crow or something.

There was a drum among every hundred Norwegian soldiers. This simple drum was constantly beating. The drums had the effect of boosting morale. The Norwegian soldiers were like wild beasts in heat, with exaggerated tattoos and hideous faces, which made the Mecklenburg soldiers in the camp nervous. The recruits swallowed their saliva and looked at the tall Norwegian crowd opposite in fear.

"Don't retreat, there is only the sea behind us. Hold your spear and sword tightly, and shoulder to shoulder with your companions. This is your only support." The Chief of the Sergeant in the Mecklenburg Legion began to play a role. They walked among the soldiers, shouting out the names of the cowards loudly, and intensified their courage.

"Defense, spearmen come forward, swordsmen flanking cover, and crossbowmen prepare." Commanders at all levels of the legion will release orders one by one, and soon the entire trained legion will start to move like a machine. Because the Mecklenburg Legion has enough experienced grassroots officers, even new recruits can follow the steps.

"Yes, the reaction was very fast." Arod stood on the boat and looked at the camp, appreciating the Mecklenburg Legion's actions, but he was also worried about the standing army that had been piled up with money.

"Woooooooooooo~." The Norwegians were not afraid even when facing the fortifications of Mecklenburg. At this time, they felt that they were simply gods descending to earth, and they all screamed and wanted to kill the southerners without leaving any armor.

The engineers of the Mecklenburg Legion built earth walls with digging soil and inserted pointed wooden stakes on the earth walls. If the Norwegians wanted to attack the wooden village, they could only find a way to fill the trench first. Of course, the Norwegian war lords were not fools. They asked some soldiers to carry the cut down wood and carry mud and stones on their backs.

"Shoot~." Looking at the Norwegians rushing over like a tide, the Mecklenburg Legion issued an order. With a sound of brushing, dense crossbow arrows flew out of the camp. The crossbow arrows flew into the air and fell like raindrops.

"Shield." The Norwegian war lords raised their heads and saw the crossbow arrow flying into the air. They immediately shouted loudly in a nearly roaring manner.

"Hey." The Norwegian soldiers immediately covered their shields above their heads and shrank their bodies as much as possible under the shields. Of course, their marching speed became slower.

"Huhuhuhuhu." The stimulation of the adrenal glands made the Norwegian soldiers fearless. The crossbow arrows on their heads twitched and shot the shield, but they still advanced to the Mecklenburg camp with heavy steps.

"Huh? Ah~." Suddenly, a Norwegian soldier stepped on the ground. He felt the ground swaying a few times. Before he could shout, a big pit centered on him suddenly appeared, and three or four Norwegian soldiers fell into the pit one after another.

"It's a trap." The Norwegian war lord with green dye around his eyes looked at the warriors swallowed by the big pit in surprise. The others heard the wailing sounds of the warriors in the big pit.

"Pull them up quickly." Someone walked to the edge of the big pit and wanted to save the people of his tribe from the pit, but when he looked over, he could only shake his head. The pit was filled with pointed wooden stakes. Even if the fallen warrior was rescued, he would become a useless person.

"Forward. Forward." He had to give up his companions' Norwegian warriors and, under the urging of the war lord, attacked the Mecklenburg camp.

"Stay. Stay." The chiefs of the Mecklenburg Legion held their swords tightly, and they stared at the Norwegians closer and closer from under their semi-closed helmets.

"Let the fanatical warriors come up." The Norwegian war lord grabbed a warrior next to him and ordered him loudly.

"Yes." The soldier lifted the battle axe in his hand and ran to the rear. The fanatical soldiers sat in the dense forest.

The fanatical warriors sat around a big tree. They lit a roll of dried tissues of bacteria, squinted their eyes and greedily sucked the burning smoke of bacteria. They handed them one after another to their companions next to them, and the sound of killing in front was shaking. It was like a matter in the sky to them.

"The war lords ordered you to go to the front to fight." The Norwegian warrior who received the order came to the fanatical warriors and conveyed the order to them.

"Huhh." But the fanatic warriors did not even blink their eyes, and they still enjoyed the misty feeling brought by the smoke. When they were at their peak, the fanatic warriors would take off their clothes and laugh wildly or cry. Some people said that they had entered Odin's Valhalla and were drinking and talking to ancient heroes.

"Did you damn idiots hear the order?" The Norwegian warrior who accepted the order anxiously looked at the fanatic warriors who were tragic. He needed to reply to the war lord. In a hurry, he grabbed a fanatic warrior and wanted to push him forward.

"Woo?" The fanatical warrior who was pushed to the ground seemed to wake up from a dream. He stood up from the ground and looked at the Norwegian warrior, his eyes full of hatred, as if he had interrupted the dream he had pursued for his life.

"You must go to the battlefield, don't smile anymore, but~." When the Norwegian soldiers were trying to wake these unconscious fanatical soldiers, they suddenly felt a gust of wind coming from their shoulders. Before he could figure it out, he saw half of his body separated, and blood and internal organs poured out.

"Guji." The Norwegians, who were split in half by the fanatic warriors, fell to the ground, and the other fanatic warriors were looking at a pile of dirt, and they were laughing funny.

"Okay, it's time for us to have some fun in front." The leader of the fanatic warrior stood up and carried two heavy battle axes on his shoulders. His head was pressed against a bear's head, and the whole bear skin was covered behind him.

The Norwegians traveled through the trap area several times. Although they lost some soldiers, they also cleared the obstacles for the people behind them. Looking at the Mecklenburg people who were close to each other, they let out a roar and rushed towards the fence and the earthen walls. The tall Norwegians trained in the cold were like wild and crazy bears.

"Pulleymen Defense." The sergeant of Mecklenburg legion waved the sword in his hand. The spearmen immediately stepped forward and put Rulin's weapons between the earth wall and the fence. Facing the Norwegians climbing up, the spearmen were crowded with spears and spears. The spearmen mechanically repeated the two actions of stabbing and pulling back.
Chapter completed!