Thick ice can easily hold the weight of a few men, or even a small cart. But right now, there were thousands of heavily armed men running, fighting, and falling on top of it.
Worse than the weight, there was the noise. 1,460 musketeers were firing from the ridge.
The loud sound of the gunpowder created massive shockwaves that slammed into the ground, vibrating through the solid ice over and over again.
"Torstein!" Erik screamed at the top of his lungs, turning his back to the enemy and waving his mace toward the snowy ridge. "Stop firing! Cease fire! The ice is breaking!"
But the battlefield was incredibly loud. The screams of the dying, the barking of the war dogs, and the constant thunder of the guns completely drowned out Erik's voice.
Another massive volley of lead poured down from the ridge. The heavy bullets smashed into the frozen lake, chipping away chunks of ice and sending terrifying vibrations deep into the frozen water.
