Rise of Rurik

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His sharp eyes shot directly behind the soldiers through the gaps in the forest. Fisk, who was riding on the horse, took a deep breath.

He turned around again and looked at the warriors behind him who were preparing to attack.

At this moment, the blue and white Rose jersey that flaunted his glorious image was put on his body again, and the feathers were inserted back into the top of his helmet.

"Hold your bows tightly! Shoot as soon as you get close!"

Fisk paused again deliberately and suddenly raised his bow: "Let's go!"

The Semigalian-Okshtet army was caught in a chaotic battle and had no time to take care of its rear army. The big leader, Namsis, did not understand the significance of the tactical reserve. His understanding of the battle was that the armed men relied on their numerical superiority. A coercive brawl. For his instinct, being able to organize the Okshtet army to carry out a "right hook" detour is already a tactical innovation.

However, the battle situation was forcibly controlled by the shield wall by the three hundred Saaremaa Rus soldiers who acted as a reserve force and acted as a supervising team.

The young general Erik Spjutsson still resisted behind the shield. His men were energetic, but the enemy's troops were actually more powerful.

The attacking Okshtet army continued their "right hook" roundabout, and there was a strong tendency to rush to the Lielupe River and completely encircle everyone in the encirclement circle. However, as the military formation spread out, the forces on all fronts became weak. It was really difficult for eight thousand people to surround four thousand people.

The Latvian militiamen were hiding behind the various Varyag warriors, using their spears to pass over the heads of the friendly troops and stabbing forward vigorously. The bow-wielding hunters shot arrows in the air and tried their best to support their own people.

The two sides were not evenly matched. The attacking Semigalian coalition forces had traveled a long way to join forces.

Entering a chaotic battle and dealing with the Ross coalition forces who were waiting for work, the time given to the big leader Namisis was running out.

If the Russian-Latvian coalition forces began to feel tired, their opponents persisted out of anger. In fact, many people were so tired that they almost coughed up blood, their faces turned red under the intense excitement, and their gums felt like they were about to explode due to congestion.

Finally the ambush cavalry joined the battlefield.

For a moment, no one noticed that a powerful force suddenly arrived behind them. They were like ghosts crawling out of the mud. As soon as they appeared, they launched fatal shots at the backs of unsuspecting people.

Fisk and Karl, the two cavalry teams, stood separately.

The cavalry lined up on the wall, as if they were about to charge, but in fact they were maximizing the effectiveness of their bows and arrows.

The thrown arrow struck the enemy's thin back after tracing a graceful arc.

The weak ones spontaneously moved to the rear during the chaos. Most of them were half-grown children and women. They were forced to fight by the leader and were unwilling to fight against the Varyags. Although they were already on the battlefield and with their loved ones, they were unwilling to fight. The casualties caused them to accumulate tremendous anger, but it is a fact that their physical fitness is not good.

These people were shot with arrows inexplicably one after another, which shocked the soldiers who were still fighting. They all turned their heads and saw a large group of neatly formed cavalry appearing in the open space behind them.

The arrows swished through the air, and they became more dense, inflicting heavy casualties on the end of the Semigalian army, and at the same time bringing an even more terrifying panic.

Fisk looked serious and ordered all the trumpeters: "Blow the trumpet, blow the attack trumpet, boost our morale!"

Well, he was right again

The brothers who were shooting arrows shouted: "Everyone shout! When you shoot arrows, you roar at the same time to scare the enemy."

It’s weird to shoot an arrow and shout at the same time. The cavalry made a lot of noise. The penetrating low whistle brought the horror of the ice fields in the Nordic world and greatly inspired the fighting Ross coalition forces. .

"Great, you are finally here." The sweating Stekander was overjoyed when he heard this. However, being caught in a chaotic battle, he could not give all his subordinates the order to push back with just one roar. Now he only needed to hold on to the defense line and the entire army to hold firm. Just hitting is enough.

All three Rus' cavalry units entered the battlefield, and Swein's troops were very mobile, causing the Okshtet army to be overwhelmed as they tried to outflank them.

The nearly 600 horsemen led by Fisk and Karl carried a large number of arrows. The soldiers in the front were still aiming and shooting more accurately, while the soldiers in the back were thinking about the general direction, fully drawing their bows and throwing them at will.

The current battle situation has changed drastically. There is a shield wall in front, cavalry behind, and a river on one side and a forest on the other. Although the Semigalian coalition led by the leader of Namisis has a numerical advantage, they are the ones who are now surrounded.

The people who were hit by arrows not only lost the courage to counterattack, but most of them also lost the strength even if they still had the courage.

The battlefield has become muddy with the blood of the dead and wounded, and is surrounded by corpses of the dead and the wailing wounded. More and more people are being hit by arrows, leading to a devastating stampede.

Fisk still looked indifferent. He noticed that the enemy's cavalry was still mixed in the enemy formation. He was not in a hurry to attack those guys. In other words, the enemy's cavalry was no longer important now.

"Calm down! Shoot resolutely and defeat the enemy.

Shoot them all! "

The Ross Cavalry was blood-sacrifice to Odin, and he wanted this place to be turned into a huge altar on the battlefield outside the inner city of Mezot.

Those who were hit by arrows dragged their injured bodies and squeezed into the crowd, and those who were temporarily safe squeezed even harder. Their squeezing can only lead to chaos, because the Ross coalition is resolutely squeezing from another aspect, using shields as unbreakable walls and spear formations as fangs that swallow everything.

The Semigalian infantry were being squeezed by both their own people and the enemy. Those caught in the center could not use their hands and feet at all. They could do nothing with their spears, and even breathing became difficult.

how should I do it? Perhaps the only way to escape is to escape.

There is a big river on one side. If you jump in, you may drown directly.

The Semigalian army had suffered huge losses. Some of them actually threw down their weapons and ran towards the river, and many people followed suit.

"Boss, what should I do if an enemy jumps into the river to escape?" the deputy asked nervously.

"Ignore it, let's keep shooting. I think someone will help me get rid of those fools." Fisk's face was as solid as steel.

Some Latvians did not want to fight fiercely at the front, but they also did not want to lose the glory of this victory. Anyone with a discerning eye could see that although their side had fewer people, they now had the advantage.

Soon a small number of fishing boats suddenly appeared on the Lielupe River, and those who swam across the river were immediately beaten with oars and spears. The scene was like fishermen hunting seals.

The escape route by jumping into the river was blocked, and it seemed that the only option was to escape through the forest in the northeast.

Now the Okshtet army could not afford to take the first step.

Those village leaders who were mobilized were actually

Due to the military hegemony of the leader of Namisis in the past, he was forced to follow his boss Streva to serve for him.

Namesis has lost his hegemony, and he has no ability to defeat this group of Varangians, and even his Semigalian army will collapse.

When the Okshtet army was struggling to hold on, most of the village leaders rushed to their bosses in a hurry. They kept asking Streva to withdraw their troops directly.

"Withdraw? How can I withdraw now?!" Indeed, we continued to fight the Varyags in bloody battles and were constantly shot by the damn cavalry.

The frontal shield wall was as hard as stone. Even if it was broken down once by Namsis's cavalry, the shield wall quickly recovered and nothing changed after the impact. The sideways Varyag cavalry chased but failed to catch up. The brothers could only passively receive arrows. What are the Namsis cavalry doing now?

Leader Streva, how he hopes that his friendly forces can desperately rescue him, how he hopes that Namsis can once again lead the charge personally regardless of his own safety.

But none of this happened, because Namsis was already in a dilemma.

rush? The cavalry can't charge at all!

escape? Leaving his own people behind, even if he managed to escape, his power would collapse, and that would also mean the defeat of the entire Semigalia.

A group of idiots are in the military formation, and Namsis is in a dilemma. The cavalry team, which has always been known as the strongest combat force in the alliance, can no longer make any achievements due to the leader's hesitation, and instead becomes the target of Ross's cavalry.

"Damn it! The great god will curse you! Go to hell, Namisis! We Oakshtet are leaving!" He spat hard and pointed the Streva iron sword directly at the forest in the northeast.

Tell his soldiers: "Brothers, only by escaping into the forest can you have a chance of survival. Let's go!"

In an instant the building collapsed!

The Okshtet army took practical actions to announce that it would no longer ally with Semigalia, and its leader "Staff" Streva led his people to begin a major breakout.

Seeing this scene, the Namisian leader was bewildered and at a loss.

"You... you! Streva, you traitor!" His teeth were almost broken. Namisis himself was in jail. Now what can he do except whisper abuse?

However, the Okshtet army had already lost a lot of people. Those who were caught in the front-line fighting were extremely eager to fight. It was not until they suddenly realized that their backs were empty that they realized that their leader had led other brothers to launch a breakout. .

More than a thousand people fled with all their strength. At first glance, Swain's cavalry thought that these guys were dizzy and charged towards the cavalry.

"No, these people are going to the forest to escape! Soldiers, put away your bows and draw your swords!"

Originally, the Ross cavalry adhered to the principle of settling battles with arrows as much as possible. Now the enemy troops were panicking and retreating everywhere, and the time had come to draw their swords and kill indiscriminately.

Fisk, who insisted on shooting arrows not far away, also noticed this situation. He made a prompt decision. In addition to the enemy cavalry who ordered Karl to insist on shooting arrows, and the arrows were like wooden figures, he led the most elite first cavalry team and turned the horses. He rushed towards the northeastern part of the battlefield and intercepted the enemy's retreating troops with Sven.

The ground was trembling, and the soldiers lined up in a rare formation on the wall. They raised their swords high above their heads. According to the requirements, they could only stab but not cut (to prevent harming friendly troops).

The 1st Cavalry was like multiple dump trucks traveling side by side, although

Doing so was risky because it was harmful to the horse, and Fisk had already taken the risk.

"In this place called Mezotne, I led the coalition forces to kill thousands of enemies. The king should not be blamed for such a credit." Fisk thought so, but he didn't know that if he succeeded, he would have completed a mission. A brutal victory with over 10,000 kills.

Two Ross cavalry teams joined the battlefield, and the horses charged the unsuspecting enemy troops to pieces. After the people were knocked down, the steel horseshoes trampled the wounded to pieces.

The galloping Fisk's troops cut off the fleeing enemy in half, and then the cavalry began to kill and plunder wantonly in the chaos.

Streva, the leader of the Okshtet Army, boasted that he was protected by a great god. However, this body of flesh and blood was shattered by the collision of the cavalry.

The wooden staff that symbolized power was broken by iron hoofs. After the whole person was knocked down, the body was trampled into a pulp by the following cavalry.

Even, his face was stepped on and sunken...

The Streva died in confusion, and his fleeing tribe had no time to take care of their leader.

Only a few people fled into the forest coughing up blood, and the rest were intercepted by the Ross cavalry.

With a free assassination, all the Okshtet troops became bewildered sheep. They were chopped down by the Ross cavalry and then attacked by the Ross infantry who caught up.

At this moment, the Latvian militiamen realized that they would win this battle and were full of momentum, and a full-scale attack had arrived.

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"We are defeated! Defeated! Leader, let's retreat quickly!"

"But how can we escape?" The big leader Namsis really couldn't figure out why he was defeated. Even if he risked his life, his own strength should be the advantage.

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The subordinates were still asking for a breakout, facing a messy battlefield. Many of their sons and sons-in-law were probably killed in the battle.

"If not, I'll leave! I'm going to fight them. Brothers, follow me and fight them."

This statement was simply incomprehensible. The soldiers who did not want to die just wanted to use the speed of their horses to escape from the battlefield.

The leader has wasted too much time, and now it is the turn of the Namsis soldiers to abandon the leader - because he is no longer qualified to be the leader after leading his people to fatal losses.

The cavalry on horseback said nothing. When someone fled first, almost all the cavalry joined in the escape.

"You?! Are you also a traitor?!" Looking at the fleeing subordinates, Namsis didn't know what to say.

"I'm sorry, leader." The last soldier said this and joined the other cavalry on their escape journey.

They were rushing towards the position of the Ross Cavalry Karl. From Karl's position, the enemy was clearly launching a desperate attack.

"That's it. Brothers, draw your swords and stop them."

Karl led his troops into action immediately. The soldiers were not able to accurately shoot down the high-speed enemy cavalry. They intercepted the limited number of enemy cavalry at extremely fast speeds, and a sword battle began immediately.

Relying on stronger armor and more troops, Karl's troops quickly repelled the breakout of the Semigalian cavalry. Soon, there were more horses on the battlefield that had lost their owners and stood calmly. Under the hooves of the horses, there were a group of people vomiting blood and dying. Wounded soldiers.

Karl calmly ordered: "Hold the reins. We have captured these horses and present them to the king to prepare for the reward."

The soldiers cut

In fact, ownerless horses were captured everywhere, because they knew that these trained horses were incorporated into the army after being installed with Russian horseshoes in Riga, thus expanding the strength of the Russian cavalry.

Namsis gradually became a mere commander, his warriors became fewer and fewer, and the living people also lost their will to resist in deep fear.

The Ross coalition forces, which came up under pressure, continued their killings. Regardless of their own casualties, the soldiers stepped on the enemy's corpses and completed the encirclement!

Those Latvian militiamen never knew that the war would unfold in such a cruel scene.

The corpses of the slain replaced the grass, and the battlefield became strangely soft and muddy. The blood will become a stream, and the quietly flowing Lielupe River has been dyed red.

The shield wall continued to press hard, and the people in the encirclement were squeezed tightly, and the people in the center began to suffocate.

Stekander and all the sword and shield players were out of breath. They were no longer in a hurry to attack, and many Latvian militiamen behind them were already happily looking for loot.

Suddenly, a man struggled to squeeze his way out of a large lump of flesh.

"Enough! Enough!" He was none other than the great leader Namsis.

He was covered in blood and kept shouting in Norse: "I surrender! No more fighting." In order to show his sincerity, he left his sword on the ground and knelt on his knees to express his surrender.

Soon, a gap opened in the shield wall, and two strong men suddenly sprang out at Stekander's request. They held axes and gave Namsis a sap with the ax handle, and then dragged them to the shield like a dead dog. behind the wall.

Stekander didn't want to be completely finished.

As a blood sacrifice to Odin, he still hopes to capture some slaves to use as cattle and horses. Maybe the current situation is very good.

An armored man was holding an obvious Frankish-style iron sword. His strange move just now showed that this man was the leader of the enemy.

"No more fighting. Brothers, go catch your slaves, go quickly!" Following Stekander's order, these Danish warriors from the Riga community happily rushed towards the enemy who had completely given up resistance, like It is like catching rabbits to catch enemies who put down their weapons.

Seeing this good thing, Erik Spjutson and his Saaremaa Island Army are not immune.

The Varyag warriors who fought the bravest and paid the most should receive the most blood rewards after victory. They shared all the prisoners of war, and these people were tied up one after another.

And Namsis had been knocked unconscious, his forehead was swollen and bleeding, his hands and feet were tied up, and Stekander was extremely wicked and trapped him on a pole made of multiple spear poles. The two of them worked together to lift it and show it to Fisk, who was busy riding and slashing.

Namsis was defeated, and his son and son-in-law were all killed in the battle.

Maybe he himself should die, but now he looked like a hunted deer, waiting to have its throat cut and sacrificed to the northern gods.