king of ros

Chapter 416 The Wrath of the North

Harald, who was like a giant bear, entered the enemy line without hesitation. He saw the fear in the eyes of those soldiers, and this made his fighting spirit even stronger.

Harald knew he was about to unleash a killing spree that would bring terror and death to his enemies, as he had done so many times before.

All through Christendom, he had seen fierce battles in countless places, and that was what he loved best of all, and only being among the enemy, bathed in blood and death, could make him feel alive.

The most important thing is that his belief has a huge impact on this. Although he has converted to Christ on the surface, Harald is the warrior who pursues Valhallad in his bones. He hid it well when he was young. , but as he grows older, he has already experienced some things, and he doesn't hide them anymore.

He understands that in the eyes of the gods, everything in the world is just a stage. Whether it is prostration to Christ or betrayal of faith, these are all designed by the gods.

The gods are being forgotten. In the north, in England, and in Ross, this is what happened. He witnessed it with his own eyes. Altars were pulled down and holy places were forgotten. Although some people still insisted on their beliefs, the future don't belong to them.

However, this is exactly what the gods want to see. They don't care about being forgotten, so it doesn't matter if they follow everything designed by the gods. This is what the gods want to see.

Everything in the world is just a stage for the gods to watch the performances of mortals. He, Harald, will use his life to present a grand performance for the gods!
Even if he died on the battlefield, he would not regret it at all. In other words, he was pursuing a battlefield where he could die in battle.

Only warriors who died in the great war can ascend to Valhalla, and his pursuit has always been the temple of the Aesir, the great Hall of Valor.

Fighting in front of the battle and enjoying the palace after death, this is the life Harald planned for himself, and in a sense, this is also his last swan song for the Norse epic.

Harald understands better than anyone else that times have changed, and the decline of the northerners is inevitable. Everywhere, the Norse people have more failures than successes, and past achievements have become history.

The failure of the conquest of England made Harald face up to the fact that he had been blindly escaping. There was less and less room for a strong man to display his strength, and the establishment and destruction of the country in the distance became more and more a dream.

Many Norse immigrants also merged with the locals to form a new ethnic group, and then gave birth to their glory, not the glory of the Norse people.

An era is passing, the glory of the past ancestors is dissipating like the wind, and it is becoming more and more difficult to reproduce the great achievements of conquering and founding a country.

And he is the last legend of this era, everything tells him that that era has passed, really passed.

Although it has passed, Harald did not want to stop the arrival of the new era desperately. Since everything is the will of the gods, let's do it according to the ideas of the gods.

It is precisely because of this that his constant adventures and constant battles are to make the last northern hero Sakya more gorgeous and more eye-catching!
Let the descendants, even after a thousand years, be able to hear a thing or two and know a thing or two!
The sword in the hands of the King of Norway cut off the head of one of Kyiv's soldiers, and then cut off the arm of the other. The blood kept flying, like a beautiful picture scroll. The King of Norway was as easy as chopping melons and vegetables.

Beside him, the shield and the sword collided suddenly, and the sound of gold and iron resounded through the sky.And behind him, the archers on board unleashed arrows to cover their king's attack.

These Norwegians used the longbows and heavy arrows of the north. Facing such heavy arrows, even wearing armor, it was difficult to block the attack, and the suppression of the guards was even more immediate.

King Harald was the center of the Norwegian army. Soon he was bloody and his armor was full of scars, but he still did his best to kill Kyiv's own soldiers one after another.

The Norwegian's assault was violent, and the elite Southern Army, which was supposed to tear apart the Northern Army's front line, was beaten back in embarrassment.

During the chaos, the massacre was truly indescribable. The people of Kyiv and Mrs. Chernigol fell like autumn leaves, like grains facing a scythe.

Blood was splashed all over the ground, and the dark background was covered with the scattered flesh and cracked bones of the casualties. The battle cries about Odin and Thor continued to echo, and the anger of the northerners was burning here.

The Norwegian warriors chanted the names of Odin and Sol, fought in their names, and looked forward to boarding the great Hall of Valor.

Harald massacred all the soldiers within his attack range. No one could stop the Norwegian king who stood like a giant on the battlefield. No one could survive under that sword.

A loud and long whistle came from the air, and Harald looked up: it was the enemy's archers who fired a row of arrows. It seemed that Svyatoslav was a little annoyed, even if he would shoot one of his own. Also ordered to shoot.

"coming!"

Harald shouted loudly, raising his shield in front of him again and again, the arrows rained down, and the Norwegians blocked them with their raised shields. There was no fear on their faces. I don’t know how many times I have seen such a scene.

However, there are always some people who are pierced by the arrows through the thin armor and the flesh wrapped in the cloth. The screams echoed, and some people fell down constantly, and some people were always pierced by the arrows.

There were more Ross people who fell than the Norwegians. Harald's subordinates were all elites who had been fighting with him for an unknown period of time. Many of them would hold their shields and remain motionless even if they were shot by arrows, because if they put down Shields, facing so many arrows, even if they are protected by armor, the result is often tragic.

After the rain of arrows stopped, Harald put down his shield and scorned the arrows on it contemptuously, and his subordinates followed suit, and then they launched an attack.

A wounded soldier grabbed his leg and tried to stop the king, but the monarch kicked him directly. The iron boot knocked out several of the man's teeth, and then the iron boot of the Norwegian warrior trampled on him. go up.

Also at this moment, the enemy soldier slammed down on the king with an ax in his hand. The experienced king raised his shield to block the blow, and immediately counterattacked. The sword in his hand pierced the soldier's head directly, blood spattered and his skull was shattered. The man's chain veil failed to protect his life, and the chain rings mixed with blood and splashed.

Harald raised his sword and thrust forward until the hilt touched the unbearable face of the dead soldier, and then quickly withdrew the sword. The weapon was stained with red and white liquid mixed with brain and flesh.

"Keep attacking! Kill these weaklings!"

Harald's shout won a lot of cheers. This is what the Norwegians like most about their king. They like to go crazy with His Majesty. That's why they follow to this day. Whether it's the coast of Bulgaria or the harbor in the north, they are willing to go.

"That madman, that madman."

Sviatoslav watched the performance of the Norwegian, and subconsciously muttered in his mouth, those hundreds of Norse who came "by boat" actually beat his thousands of soldiers back in embarrassment!

"Father, look at the front! Rostislav has launched an assault!"

Gleb's anxious voice sounded, and the mood of the Grand Duke of Kyiv was soured by what he saw. He saw that his nephew's flag had moved forward, and the collapsed Moscow militia had regained their morale.

The Union Army is pushing the Confederate Army back!And the southern army seems to be still retreating!
"It really made that kid grasp the key. Damn it, this is the first time I have faced such a situation."

Svyatoslav muttered, just now he saw his nephew's cavalry crush a group of Chernigov spearmen who tried to block their advance, and a group of unarmored skirmishers were massacred by Moscow soldiers. Don't say how uncomfortable he felt.

The Confederate Army, which originally planned to go to the northern army to die, is now in an even more embarrassing situation. I have to say that this is really a great irony, God's will is so unpredictable.

"Gleb, immediately go to the Chernihiv militia and hold the line"

"Yes! Father! I will go right away, and I will definitely stabilize the situation."

Gleb immediately led his cavalry to the battlefield. This was not a small force. There were hundreds of professional cavalry in total, which was enough to change the situation of the battle.

But the prince's going to the front line can only stabilize the situation at most. If you want to switch to the battle, you have to think of another way, and Svyatoslav is worthy of being a veteran general for many years. He also quickly figured out the crux of the problem—— But the key is also obvious

Now all the problems are caused by that lunatic named Harald. It is precisely because of his recklessness and insanity that the powerful force of the Guards can't be put into the battlefield. The people of the husband's militia are in turmoil.

But after finding the key to the problem, what to do next is another problem. Who should stop this Norwegian lunatic named Harald?The Pereyaslavs and the Polovets were all-in, but they were still turning.

Svyatoslav remembered in distress, and he even took off his helmet in a hurry. None of the rotten fish and shrimps in his hands seemed to be able to stop that Norwegian lunatic.

Could it be that he went by himself?But he has no confidence in himself, and he is afraid that he will be killed by Harald every minute.

"Grand Duke, look over there!"

The voice of the soldiers made the Grand Duke look, and then he saw a group of Polish knights rushing towards that Harald. Seeing this, the Grand Duke was immediately relieved. No matter what, someone finally came to resist the madman.

As for whether it can be blocked, that can only be seen later...

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(End of this chapter)