After a whole day of preparation, everything is ready.

Biyoni and his men returned, and returned to Rurik to report to the others in the old and torn-down military camp.

"I don't know if the intimidation campaign is effective, but we are still throwing stones on the eve of the rising tide."

"That's enough." Rurik praised with a smile.

Biyongni looked at all the friends present, their eyes were full of confidence to win.

"Brother Rurik, it seems you are ready?"

"No! Brother Biyongni, it's us who are ready! Tomorrow morning, when the tide recedes, we will attack!"

The Viking warriors spent a comfortable night. In the morning, they cooked another meal of wheat and had a delicious meal with some fish and meat.

Completely different from the situation of the defenders, the Vikings were not only full of fighting spirit, but every soldier had enough food and sleep, and was full of super energy.

Someone blew the calf horn, and then the assembled warriors banged their shields in unison and sang rhythmic Viking war cries.

The sound of horror spread to the distance, and the defenders of Lindisfarne hurriedly took their positions. Every defender saw the gathering army in the distance, and they subconsciously crossed themselves on their chests.

The infantry centurion stood on the battlements. The archbishop and all the priests held a huge blackened "holy cross" and a golden basin containing holy water. The archbishop himself poured holy water on each soldier from a cypress tree and chanted scriptures.

to bless.

The panicked heart got some comfort, but the centurion was more realistic. He held his sword and shouted: "Fighters of Northumbria! This is our last battle for our faith! Even if we fight to the last man, we cannot let the barbarians

Come into our holy place! God is with us!”

Many defenders were roaring, but they were so small compared to the Viking army that was already on the attack road.

The outcome of the war was already obvious, and Rurik was full of confidence. He felt that he could complete the victory before noon.

As for the inevitable killing after the city is broken, although it is cruel, Rurik knows that he must be cruel.

Because of these Balmoks and the recently recruited Shetlanders, they must need a fierce commander.

The torsion slingshots were in place, the bull trebuchets were in place, and the crossbowmen were in position.

In front of these long-range support and suppression weapons is a vanguard force of up to 500 people, which is also the most powerful combat force in the entire Viking army.

They carried ten sets of ladders, surrounded by huge siege engines, and also carried some huge wooden planks.

The defenders of Northumbria had never seen such strange things on the battlefield, but they subconsciously believed that the barbarians needed to use such tools to break the city.

Behind Rurik, a sturdy mercenary carried the Russian flag with white background and blue stripes.

This flag alone was enough for many defenders to realize that this group of barbarians had come prepared and that they were not rogue pirates.

Without any pre-war negotiations, Rurik ordered the long-range firepower behind him to unleash its power.

The torsion slingshot fired javelins, and the trebuchet fired stone bullets, which were accompanied by a large number of thrown arrows, smashing headlong into the defenders on the battlements.

Although most people hid, three people were still killed and injured. This casualty was enough because the long-range attacks did not stop at all.

Rurik was very satisfied with his ballistic calculations. The impact of various projectiles within the city wall would not affect the siege at all.

"Now! Let's begin!"

The formal order was given, and the army stepped on the only road leading to the monastery and began the final fierce attack.

Ladders have been set up on the wall, and Viking sword and shield bearers have begun to climb.

The siege vehicle slammed into the already damaged wooden door. The first violent collision almost knocked down the obstacles behind it.

The Northumbrian defenders, who had limited strength, tried to throw stones and shoot arrows, but they were the ones who died.

Today, Biyongni has become a very good crossbowman in actual combat. All crossbows are used to suppress enemy fire in the dungeons. Thanks to these precision weapons, the operators have become sharpshooters.

A dozen people in a company were shot dead as soon as they showed up, forcing other defenders to hide and throw stones outside the city in despair.

However, as the first group of Viking warriors climbed the ladder and stood on the wall, raising the bloody ax that had just been chopped towards the brothers below, the battle was over.
Chapter completed!