Halig kicked a rebel away and quickly turned his head. Torstein also paused, wiping a splash of blood from his cheek.
Out on the freezing, dark ocean, the gray fog was slowly parting.
At first, it just looked like tall shadows moving against the crashing waves. But then, the distinct shapes of carved wooden dragon heads broke through the mist.
One by one, massive longships with red and white striped sails glided into the shallow waters.
There were easily over 200 of them, completely blocking the horizon and trapping Erik's 10 transport ships against the beach.
"Those are not our ships..." Halig whispered "Erik, look at the banners on the masts. Those are Danish longships..."
After hearing such words, the entire Iron Kingdom frontline seemed to freeze. The rebel warriors also slowed their pushing, parting like a red sea to let their warlord ride forward.
Halfdan rode his warhorse right to the front of the bloody melee, ignoring the dead bodies under his horse's hooves.
