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Chapter 38 Long live the son of Io!

"Activate drinking BUFF: within 1 hour, strength +1, damage +10%"

"Trigger Specialty - Heavy Armor, Armor Weight Penalty -15%, Two Handed Weapon Damage +15%"

"Trigger Specialty - Sharpshooter, ranged soldiers have a morale +10% at the beginning of the battle"

"Trigger Specialty - Unequal Combat, Troops deal +10% damage and move +2% on snow and forest terrain"

"Trigger Specialty - Heroic Leader, an additional 10% morale blow will be caused when killing an enemy"

"Trigger Specialty - Walking Therapy, the healing speed is +15% when moving, and the character can recover 10 points of life in each battle."

"Domination upgrade!"

"Acquire Specialty - Famous Commander (Prestige gained in battle +50%, newly recruited soldiers gain a lot of initial experience)"

"Yuyu~"

Da Ya snorted, still a little uncomfortable with the black linen vest on his body.

"I'll give you another meal when I get back."

Feng Daofu held the soft saddle made of animal skin, patted the horse's head comfortingly, and covered Da Ya's eyes and ears by the way.

After calming down the horse, he looked at the silent soldiers behind him from the corner of his eye.

Being able to continue fighting proved that the military training has achieved good results during this period.

But the morale is not full, it is difficult to achieve the expected effect...

Feng Daofu turned the horse's head and took off the iron mask: "You may be wondering, you have successfully broken through, why go back to fight?"

Everyone raised their heads.

Brunhild stared into his face, listening to him say, "War, the word gives me goosebumps."

"I'm excited, I'm afraid, I'm longing, and I'm also worried. Can all of the more than 100 of us survive?"

"I don't know, but even so, keep going."

"Not for merit, but for ourselves!"

Feng Daofu said loudly: "Go back and continue fighting so that we can survive!"

"As long as those enemies are still raging here, we will have fewer and fewer waters where we can fish, we will have fewer and fewer pastures where we can graze cattle and sheep, and we will have fewer and fewer wild beasts that we can hunt!"

"We will starve and die!"

"What do we need is a fish, a piece of cheese, and a fur? No!"

"Can this be done by begging? Impossible!"

"Only by fighting, by iron and blood!"

"We'll make the enemy tremble with axes and battlecries!"

"I am very proud. In front of me are soldiers with unyielding blood!"

"This blood once flowed in the veins of our ancestors, and they never surrendered!"

"Now, unyielding blood is bubbling in our bodies!"

"Tell me, do you want it to cool down?!"

Feng Daofu asked loudly.

The Io warrior was the first to shout: "I don't want to!"

Then came the others, and finally even the Second Son Legion shouted together.

"We don't want to!"

Some enemies were attracted, but they were quickly defeated by Von Dolf.

Any enemy who dares to stop him will only be decapitated by a long-knife named Macharla.

Only a few of the second son samurai were slightly injured accidentally.

Feng Daofu personally bandaged them, and consumed medicine to trigger the bonus of medical skills.

The heat of accelerated healing touched the hearts of the Second Son warriors.

Although the prestige of the Black Prince had already been expected among them before, even the most rebellious Fred Brass Hammer and Commons Iron Sword couldn't help thinking that he was the incarnation of Thor.

They looked at the black-haired saint fanatically and said: "Tonight, nothing can save our people, only us! Only we can save them!"

"Just like Arminius picked up a gun and led his compatriots to kill Rome's Millennium Legion!"

"I will also be like Arminius, raising the flag high and rushing to the forefront!"

Vondorf drew a spear.

The black wolf skin swayed and in the blink of an eye turned into a black spear flag hanging on the tip of the spear.

Holding a banner of spears aloft, he said: "We don't fight for slavery! We fight for survival!"

"We are not cattle and horses, we are humans! We are the sons of Io who have never surrendered!"

"We fight for the glory of our ancestors! Fight so that our children and grandchildren can proudly say that we are the unyielding sons of Io!"

The black-haired saint put on the iron mask, pulled the rein and turned the horse's head, circled around his soldiers, and then rushed out in the first place.

Everyone watched with fanatical admiration.

The figure of the saint is like lightning returning from the darkness.

The actions of the saints inject a kind of strength into people's hearts.

The word of the Holy One reassures all that he is leading them on the right path.

These eventually formed a concept: Leader!

This is the leader of their destiny!

Brünnhilde stared at his back, her blue-violet eyes as bright as stars.

She blew a whistle, and drove the sled dogs along at a gallop.

Black and white figures gallop side by side.

The spear flag points in one direction, as if there is a bright future in that direction.

Even if there are a thousand enemies, they can't stop the deafening battle cry of the saint: "My fellow citizens, for victory, charge with me!"

"Son of Io, long live!"

Like an electric current piercing the scalp.

Everyone raised the weapons in their hands, or boarded the sleigh cart, or turned on the horse, and shouted together with enthusiasm:
"Son of Io, long live!"

In the camp, the sound of shouting and killing was everywhere.

The flames rose, and the heat wave washed away the smoke, illuminating the battle of the red-haired giants at the gate of the camp.

puff!

An ax split the helmet and even the skull.

The red-haired giant in heavy mail armor broke through the shield wall, and the Norwegians and Finns rushed forward.

The Norse defense line slowly retreated, and the noble warriors formed formations and fought desperately.

The red-haired giant looked at the battlefield under the firelight and couldn't help but praise: "They are all good warriors!"

"Willie, the night attack failed...why are you still killing rabbits at this time?"

"It relaxes me."

Willie killed the last rabbit calmly.

The red-haired giant ignored this eccentricity: "In short, we should fight head-on with such an excellent Germanic warrior, and there is no need to engage in night raids!"

"It was an accident, Aldington."

Willy shook his head, looking at Aldington's red eyes full of violence, and thought of his nickname: Berserker.

This famous Norwegian berserker was rumored to have hacked to death a whole dragon boat with one axe.

It was also because of this battle that he was dubbed the Berserker.

Willie said in his heart: Even the Vikings known as the Vikings escaped because of the crazy blond king.
"Half won already."

A wild and strong man wearing animal skin said next to him: "I will kill them all when the time comes!"

Willy glanced at the Finnish leader named Heimelainen out of the corner of his eye.

He was tall, and he pulled open the animal skin on his chest, revealing his strong chest muscles and thick, curly golden chest hair.

It is rumored that she grew up drinking wolf milk. In order to win the heart of a girl, she accepted twelve dangerous and incredible tasks. In the end, during the first task, she killed her father-in-law and his guards with her bare hands and robbed her. girl.

They are all strong men.

The only one with no famous deeds is probably the Sami chief, who has only an unremarkable nickname of 'deer hunter'.

He is also the most low-key.

Noticing Willy's gaze, he said, "The fog is about to clear."

"The Norse people will return to the spirit of nature tonight, promise us."

He stopped talking suddenly, frowned and looked at the pebbles bouncing on the ground.

Stone?

"Don't worry, we have food and women."

Aldington laughed.

The Sami leader looked in one direction with a solemn expression: "I'll talk about this later, did you hear anything?"

Willie's heart moved, and he retreated quietly.

The others didn't pay attention to his actions, and subconsciously followed the gaze of the leader of Sami.

"Nothing at all"

call!
The cold wind brings the chill, and also the sound of war!

Tread!

Thunderous horseshoes!

The stars and the moon were shining together, a black knight came out of the mist, held high the spear flag, and marched forward indomitably!

"The earth is under my feet, and you will become another river of blood!"

Some warriors tried to thrust out their spears to stop them, but the black knight held the spears backwards, and the downward point of the spears thrust out first.

"The fire of Lilian has already been ignited, stand shoulder to shoulder with me, you will never be alone!"

Passing by, scarlet blood splashed, and was crushed by the horse's hoof along with the calm moonlight!
"Norse reinforcements?!"

"How did it come so fast?!"

The coalition forces of the three races, who are attacking the North Shield with all their strength, have already discovered that they have been rushed from behind!
They panic!
Feng Daofu is absolutely sure of this.

He who once panicked in the face of a gray wolf, after going through all kinds of things, is now calm and fanatical.

He was highly focused and his eyesight seemed to be getting better. He could see the frightened faces under the dissipating mist.

Feng Daofu blew the horn, the spurs of both feet slammed into the belly of the horse, and led the mounted infantry to start the final acceleration.

call!
Wind and Mars.

The desolate horns and war songs resounded across the battlefield: "The first to charge, the last to leave, Io, please give me death before I grow old!"

"Hold on, shoot!"

The Sami leader who was at the back and was also facing the cavalry at this time roared.

Whoosh!
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
The arrows pierced the air, but the hunters in bright clothes were the first to hit the arrows!
The improved trans-steel crossbow had a far greater range than the low-pound hunting bows in their hands. Unprepared, their simple protection was pierced, and instantly a large number of people fell down clutching their chests and throats!

Only a few hunters shot out.

Feng Daofu could hear a muffled thud on his body, and all the low-weight arrows were stuck in the seams of his armor, unable to break through his defense.

Even Da Ya, who was blindfolded and wearing a vest, was not affected at all.

The spear flag is like a comet piercing the night sky: "I swallow fear when the enemy's face comes into view."

Brunhilde issued a loading command, grabbed the improved ballista with both hands, and sang loudly with the black-haired saint: "Aim with your hands, pull the trigger with your will, and kill with a cold heart!"

The commotion among the three ethnic coalitions gradually increased.

Haimelainen, who looks like a man and a wolf, stood up: "Sami coward, get out of the way!"

The Sami hunters, whose arrows were almost exhausted, dragged their companions who had been hit by the arrows and scrambled to get out of the way.

The Norwegian and Finnish warriors with the strongest will to fight walked through and faced the rear attack, forming a simple shield formation.

They took up axes.

Haimelainen raised his hand: "The flying ax is accurate"

Whoosh!
The black shadow quickly enlarged in front of his eyes.

Heimelining only had time to open his eyes wide, but his chest was pierced by the crossbow and turned into a corpse!

"Roman crossbow?!"

The red-haired berserker with a crazy look on his face also showed a shocked expression.

"I am a warrior, and the warrior is singing, wading through the sea of ​​blood, vowing to kill everything!"

The frenzied battle song is getting closer.

The red-haired berserker gritted his teeth and continued to organize people to resist the back charge.

He held the battle ax in both hands, and his eyes were fixed on the cavalry.

Suddenly, he discovered that many of these cavalrymen were teenagers!
Before he could figure it out, the young cavalrymen slowed down, swung their sling sticks and threw their hole cards before they got into the range of the throwing axes.

Om-!
The whistling wind sounded overhead, flames ignited on the shield, and morale was completely crushed.

The first deserter appears.

The red-haired berserker hacked the deserter to death with an axe, and shouted: "You are not allowed to be a coward!"

The shield array barely stabilized, but it was too late to throw the throwing axe, and the arrow array formed by the black cavalry rushed over.

Looking down, you can see that they started to slow down in the last ten meters and threw the spears according to the inertia.

In the short and violent clash of shields and javelins, the enemies fell one by one, like peeled potato skins.

The nostrils were filled with a strong smell of blood and sweat.

After going around in a circle, Feng Daofu dismounted with the two-handed heavy infantry who lacked technology and hardware, put on two-handed long knives, and rushed towards the collapsed enemy formation.

"If death doesn't bring you fear, I swear, you will fear my iron feet!"

Finally, I can fight with real swords and guns. God Odin, these people don't talk about martial arts!
When he saw the two-handed macho men in heavy armor and iron masks on their faces, the most tenacious Norwegian warrior couldn't help cursing.

At the moment of the battle, after seeing that the spear in his hand could not penetrate the defense at all, the last point of psychological defense collapsed.

"Across the throat, the sharp blade is like a shark!"

The resistance decreased sharply, Feng Daofu did not miss the opportunity, shouted loudly, swung the long knife again and again, and heads flew high one after another!

The hot blood in the chest was like a fountain, and the flying head hung with confusion and panic.

Facing desperation, some were frightened and some were mad, the surrounding Norwegian soldiers roared with bloodshot eyes: "Kill!"

Two spears stabbed at him, Feng Daofu sideways to dodge, the spearhead and the steel plate sparked.

With the spear under their arms, Fondorf slid close before they were about to drop it.

boom!
He kicked the chests of the two of them, and after kicking out the space, he took a step and turned around.

call!
The ax from the left smashed through the air!
Without giving the enemy a chance, Macharla had already stabbed the opponent's side face first, directly into the brain.

Feng Daofu held the knife handle soaked in the enemy's blood to wrap the rope, and turned his wrist violently!
puff!

Serum flowed along the blue blade.

The meandering blade pattern glowed with a scarlet and coquettish light.

Call ~
The wind blows, and the knife is ringing: "When you are met by me, call out to all the gods, because hope is gone in an instant, and my figure will be the shadow of your death!"

"Son of Io, long live!"

Io's two-handed macho entered into a state of religious fanaticism. He led the Viking shield spear warriors who rushed over in a sleigh cart, and cooperated with the long-range blocking of steel crossbowmen and grenadiers, interspersed and divided the battle formation of the three clans!

They were like a torrent that didn't stop until they reached the red-haired berserker.

1.9 meters tall, with a huge two-handed battle axe, and a heavy chain armor.

The red-haired berserker is like a war machine, and Io's two-handed macho with multiple bonuses and high morale is no match for him!
Aldington tries to turn the tide and move back to the fray.

Unexpected cavalry, unexpected arrow rain, unexpected crossbows, unexpected Greek fire. Even though there are so many surprises, the difference in numbers always exists!

Even if the troops were divided to encircle the camp, the number of people left here now exceeds the reinforcements of the Northmen.

As long as he holds his ground, he can still fight!
"Warriors, cut with me"

The red-haired berserker stood at the blind corner of the ballista, raised his two-handed battle axe, and was about to use it as an ax as before, when a black shadow suddenly struck.

He tilted his head subconsciously, the blade sliced ​​through the chain armor on the side of his face, sparks flew everywhere, and several iron rings collapsed.

Scars appeared on the cheeks, and blood flowed slowly.

The red-haired berserker licked his lips, looked at the black knight standing in front of him, and listened to the battle song: "Charge bravely until the river dries up, until the end of life!"

call!
The long knife turned at an astonishing speed!

He picked up a two-handed axe, and the ax handle could barely block the blade.

The muscles in both arms were about to push away, but the red-haired berserker was shocked to find that this little man had amazing strength!
The two sides were in a stalemate for a while!

The Norwegian fighters and the Io fighters fought, giving them space in unison.

Fierce red eyes

Black eyes as sharp as a falcon.

The collision of black and red.

Finally, relying on his body weight, the red-haired berserker finally opened the distance with all his strength, and was about to throw out the throwing ax after touching his waist with his left hand.

Boom!
Wooden walls burn, sparks vibrate.

The red-haired berserker suddenly discovered that the other party had disappeared!

In the next moment, the red silk-like streamer burst in the corner of the eye, and there was a sharp pain in the socket of the knee!
"what!"

The red-haired berserker knelt on one knee, sweeping away with anger.

Vondorf stepped aside and took a step back again.

An ax passed by.

He was about to swing a knife, when Brünnhilde came to him and shot an arrow with his bow. The arrow pierced the throat of the sneak attacking Norwegian soldier.

Then another burst of rapid shots forced the other soldiers around him to retreat.

After the Io soldiers separated the enemy again, Feng Daofu took a closer look and saw that the red-haired berserker took something out of his crotch and put it into his mouth.

"Kill kill kill kill!"

The berserker's eyes were completely red, and he roared madly, ignoring his knee injury and slashing at Feng Daofu!
Doing drugs?

In that case
Feng Daofu kept dodging and avoiding, and took the initiative to lead the red-haired berserker towards the Norwegian soldiers.

puff!

A warrior who couldn't dodge was cut in half by his leader.

The internal organs and blood gushed out, and for a moment, the blood mist blocked the sight of the red-haired berserker.

Boom!
At this moment, Feng Daofu stepped out of the mud and snow with his left foot, and cut off the last intact knee of the red-haired berserker!

No matter how paralyzed the nerves, the severe injury to a pair of knees completely knocked the red-haired berserker to the ground!

Brunhild winds up.

Feng Daofu shook his head to stop her, the beating of the heart overlapped with the sound of the knife: "For Io, I will end your life."

As the breeze blew across his cheeks, the red-haired berserker stopped completely.

Two of the three chiefs are missing.

The deer hunter saw that there was no hope of escape, and his arrows were empty, so he had no choice but to lead his tribe to surrender.

This sudden encirclement battle came to an end.

Dealing with casualties, holding prisoners, reassuring non-combatants...

Looking at the battlefield where the smell of blood and burnt smell still lingered, Brünnhilde pursed her lips and sang softly: "The Valkyrie sends an invitation, and I face death with a smile."

"I will step into Valhalla fearlessly."

"The Asa Protoss will extend a warm welcome to my arrival."

"My heart is melodious, because the great god Odin has already arranged the banquet benches properly."

"It won't be long before we lift our curved horns aloft and drink from the malt..."

To Brunhilde's song, Vondorf took up the spear standard.

He remounted, came before the weary nobles and warriors, and raised the spear banner to declare victory.

The soldiers under his command burst into cheers.

The aristocratic warriors who watched everything that happened looked at each other, and couldn't help shouting.

"Long live the Black Prince!"

When the cheers gradually subsided, Vondorf said: "We want to go back with revenge, starting with Finland!"

"I'm going to launch an expedition against Finland!"

"Who is for and who is against?"

Some noble warriors frowned, wanting to say that this matter should be decided by the leader.

But listening to some people shouting: "We agree!"

These few people tried to say something.

At this time Vondolf said: "The expedition will give military merit."

"Finland is poor in land, so the military exploits will be exchanged for a fixed annual food subsidy!"

"If you kill one young man, you can become a first-level believer, and you can get food subsidies equivalent to 1 acres of land every year!"

"If you capture a young and strong man, you can get an additional 1 acres, and women and children will get half of it."

"Kill 2 young men, and you can become a level 2 believer, and you can get a food subsidy equivalent to 20 acres of land every year!"

"By analogy, you can kill a lot more! Surplus food can be exchanged for silver coins or equipment!"

Want to change your destiny?

Want to get more food than you can eat?

Do you want super luxurious composite heavy armor on your buddies?
Join the army if you want, as long as you win the enemy's head, you can continue to be promoted, the minimum threshold is one!

With the high prestige, endorsement and credit brought by victory, Feng Daofu simply and straightforwardly threw out the benefits, which made most people excited.

Shouts shake the night:
"Expedition! Expedition! Expedition!"

　There is a joke that Shang Yang is the originator of the promotion mechanism of modern games.

　　But after entering this promotion system, he realized how deep Shang Jun's routines are.

　　The first four levels are indeed able to get up by killing the enemy and gaining the enemy's head, and you can get up to the next level by killing a few. .

　　But the fifth level has changed. If you want to upgrade, you have to lead the sergeants to fight collectively, and wipe out 33 or more enemies, that is, kill 53 enemies, and self-damage 20. This meets the standard. He will be implicated, and all the soldiers under his rule will be corrupted or fished, and he will also be implicated.

　　This led to the fifth level, and sometimes meritorious deeds will be reversed, just playing around and going back to the beginning!
　　Shang Jun himself climbed to the No.16 level, and then became a quintile Shang Jun.

　　His military exploits were as illustrious as Bai Qi's, and he was named Lord Wu'an, but he was only No. 16.

　　You have 10 ways to upgrade, and he has 100 ways to get you down.

　　Moreover, Qin's laws are strict, and you may break the law if you are not careful. If you break the law, you need to use your title to deduct it. The recycling channels for game props are very powerful.

　　Once the supporting penalty and downgrading system comes out, it is equivalent to the game's official control of equipment prices, which prolongs the life of the game.

　　In this way, interests can be drawn together, and power can be initially centralized.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)