Rise of Rurik

The tribal chief urgently put on his armor, brought his sons, and even his twelve-year-old grandchildren.

With white hair, he tried his best to gather all the men who were still in the tribe. At this moment, people had woken up from the initial panic.

The leader held his rusted warhammer and looked at the men: "The warriors of Ostara, those Gotlanders have finally chosen war. Maybe even their masters participated in it! They decided to war against our alliance. The war. Warriors, for our homeland, take up arms and fight them to the end! Let the gods see who is the master of Jotaland and who is the real man!"

The hatred in the hearts of the Ostarans became stronger and stronger in the previous fights with the people who landed in Gotland.

Their emotions were led by the leader, each holding various weapons and beating their shields.

Here, there is no lack of a large group of teenage boys, and even ten-year-old children.

For them, when the war comes, every boy and even the elderly have the obligation to defend their homeland.

The men who could still hold weapons quickly armed themselves. They were a group of people who were obviously lacking in combat power. The Ostara tribe had assembled nearly 600 people.

There are also young women who are determined to stay, and use their wood-cutting axes as weapons to fight with their husbands. Including the women, the fighting force was only seven or eight hundred.

The time left for the Ostara clan is getting less and less, and the clan leader is old, and he is not stupid enough to bet all of the clan in this battle.

At least too young children, as many women as possible, must escape!

After issuing a brief pre-war mobilization, the leader issued an order for the women and children to retreat as far as possible to the north.

For a time, a group of women began to pack their bags, trying their best to drive the cattle and sheep, pulling and holding their children to evacuate.

In an emergency, the leader summoned his four daughters-in-law. His order was not to fight with her husband, and to retreat immediately with the young children.

However, this is not in line with their hearts as wives. They have made up their minds to live and die together with their husbands and tribes.

Because from the moment the tribes migrated and settled here, everyone was ready to fight the Gotland contenders.

What can the leader say about this.

The old leader sighed, his daughters-in-law chose their own destiny, he was sad and relieved.

In times of crisis, the chief family must stand up, and for this reason, he even organized his grandchildren!

Perhaps not many warriors will survive this battle. But……

The old man tried his best to put on a kind face, and called the two nervous granddaughters in front of him, suppressing his inner grief and anger: "You two, go to the north! Children, the war has broken out, bring your food and go!"

"Grandpa? Fight? Otherwise, let's all withdraw!" his eldest granddaughter said in panic.

"Yes, grandpa. Let's all go! Let's go to Melalen to save the soldiers." The little granddaughter agreed.

"Forget it." The old man shook his head, "We've run out of time!"

At this time, there were screams and terrifying roars in the distance.

A strong man rushed to the old man's side: "Leader, all enemies are here! We have already begun to resist."

For a moment, the kind-looking old man couldn't hold back his emotions any longer. He slapped his two young granddaughters, and ordered: "Go away! Remember, you are from Ostara! Go with your clan! You go to the north and tell them about Ostara!"

After that, the leader led the men to the beach!

The two girls looked at their grandfather, father, mother, uncle, and even their cousin who was only a little older than them, rushing to the front line with weapons.

"Sister, what should I do?" My sister's face was full of tears in panic.

The elder sister also had tears in her eyes. Although the war was coming, she still felt that her parents and family abandoned herself and her younger sister for the war.

For a moment, she felt like she had grown up.

"Let's pack up and go!" After saying that, the elder sister dragged the younger sister into the house.

A small burlap belt was stuffed with some wheat, another burlap bag was stuffed with a little sour cheese, and he casually grabbed a pottery urn for boiling water and a thin burlap blanket. Together with many tribesmen, they have to start a journey of escape and face an unknown future.

Even so, they have fallen far behind.

When the two girls urgently packed their things, there were still many clansmen, either eager to take away more tenderness, or dragging themselves down because the cows and sheep ran too slowly, and simply hesitating, they lost the best Escape time.

Who would have thought that the enemy was actually an army of 3,000 people? ! Each of them is a well-armed, strong man, and many of them have experienced many bloody battles.

The combined force of the Danes, Oslo and Gotlanders was already a little more than twice the population of the Ostara tribe.

The paddlers swayed their oars hard, the sails were stowed, and the boats rushed towards the sandy beach at great speed.

Just in front of the army, in the deepest part of the fjord, is a larger settlement.

Ragnar, who was paddling vigorously under the command of the ship, had already seen with his naked eyes that people began to gather on the shore.

"Brothers, the enemy is on alert!"

"The archers on the boat are ready! When the boat is docked, you can shoot arrows on the boat. When I rushed up with people, all the archers followed to get off the boat to fight."

"Brothers, for our honor, for our wealth, get ready!"

In an instant, Ragnar's people fell into the most extreme mental excitement.

Participating in this battle itself was in response to the call of the leader, and now, they are willing to fight for their wealth. This makes the purpose of the battle extremely simple and straightforward, they are here to plunder!

As for the purpose of other tribes, such as the purpose of the leader, Ragnar couldn't control it.

The sturdy keel rushed into the soft sand, Ragnar threw the oars, he held up his shield and sword and shouted: "Brothers, follow me!"

Following his order, most of the people on the flagship jumped off the ship one after another, and rushed over with the screams of the enemy on their way.

It was also at this time that, according to the commander's order, the ten archers who were stranded in the suit were holding their single wooden bows and projecting arrows into the distance.

Falling arrows, aided by gravity, are horribly accurate, but can pierce into the bodies of people who are only clothed.

The Ostara people who gathered in a hurry, before they could adjust their mentality, many men did not even wear leather boots, and began to fight fiercely with the invaders.

Ostarans, they don't even have time to form a human wall.

The enemy came so much that even the small fjords were crowded with the ships of the invaders.

Ragnar's flagship is full of fierce men, including himself, men of great strength. This group of warriors wore leather armor uniformly, and the outer layer was also covered with chain armor.

According to the pre-arrangement, after the 200 soldiers under his command landed, fifty people in chain armor immediately gathered around Ragnar.

And so, fifty hoplites made their way, followed by light infantry.

Of all the landing troops, Ragnar's army charged at the enemy with a chisel.

Of course, their heroic appearance was also seen by the leader Hafgen.

"What a lunatic." Seeing this, Hafgen, who had just landed, couldn't help but praise.

His cronies immediately suggested: "Let them take the lead, and we will win."

"No. If you let that young man have too many victories, he will forget who is the leader of the alliance." Having said that, Hafgen motioned to the generals who rushed to his side: "You rush in with people and kill everyone who encounters them. Those who arrive will loot their belongings and burn the house."

Even now, when the generals heard the leader's order, they couldn't help but be startled.

Seeing this, Havgen gritted his teeth and repeated: "Didn't you hear me? Destroy all the enemies we saw. We are here for revenge, not for plunder."

Because Hafgen deliberately placed his fleet at the back end of the entire large fleet, the first to land was naturally the army of the allies.

Vengeful Gotlanders landed quickly, and a fierce battle broke out with the Ostarans on the shore.

Of all the offensive forces, Ragnar's army was the most well-trained.

It was such an army that was actually blocked by only more than 30 people.

More than 30 Ostaran warriors of different ages, betting on their honor as men, are determined to resolutely resist a group of madmen who are covered in metallic colors. They rushed up with their swords wailing, only to find that their swords didn't seem to work against them.

Ragnar's hoplites are now virtually immune to such sharp weapons, with the shield overturning the enemy, followed by the slashing of swords and axes.

Thirty Ostarans were wiped out, and the gate to the construction area was opened.

Ragnar's boots had begun to stain with black mud, indicating that the army had entered the living quarters. It's like a hagfish burrowing into the skin of a cod, and it can do whatever it wants in the belly of the cod.

His men had already begun to enter the houses to try to loot the property, but several people were stabbed by the sudden spear and fell to the mud with blood.

At the same time, the person hiding in the house rushed out screaming. There were men, women, and even little boys. The same is that this group of people are holding weapons in their hands, and they are clearly determined to fight to the death.

How did Ragnar see such a way? He felt that all the houses in front of him were suspicious fortresses of the enemy.

"Brothers, don't try to loot! Beware of the enemy's sneak attack, gather them all!"

The disadvantaged troops had to face the terrible street fighting. Ragnar gathered his own people and piled up shields.

"Archer, prepare for rocket fire."

Just as more than 30 archers in the army began to dip their arrows in turpentine, the leader of the Ostara tribe showed up with more than 100 people he personally led.

The leader saw that the enemy had rushed to the streets, and there were shouts of killing in the distance.

He raised his sword and shouted: "The warriors of Ostara, follow me! Destroy them all!"

At this moment, cowardice has become meaningless.

The Ostarans organized into a human wall under the command of the leader, and began to rush over with a neat pace.

Seeing this, Ragnar narrowed his eyes and shouted: "Brothers, the enemy is coming! Prepare to meet the enemy."

After all, this group of people is really well-trained, after all, there are many of them who have fought fiercely with the regular army of the Frank Kingdom.

Fifty hoplites lined up quickly, their shields connected, and their swords pressed against the shields, looking for a chance to strike. Their left leg is in front of the right leg in the back, and they are in a collision-proof posture.

As for whether the Ostarans could gain the upper hand, it was the first and only collision in the first round.

Victory did not favor the Ostarans.

Ragnar's hoplites sturdily resisted the opponent's onslaught, followed by a pushback.

For a split second, the Ostarans began to experience horrific casualties.

Those who only wore commoner clothes were easily killed by sharp swords, and even those in leather armor and helmets were dazed by the sword.

Seeing that the number of enemies did not continue to increase as expected, Ragnar had an idea and ordered in the chaos: "People on both sides, rush up to me and wrap them up! Kill them all."

Next, it's a melee...

It was at this moment that the two girls who had just wrapped the fleeing supplies with cloth and carried the package on their shoulders.

They stood at the door of their house and saw the battle not far away.

Father, brother and even grandfather are fighting!

Oh no! Many people have fallen to the ground.

With tears in their eyes, the two girls forgot to escape for a while.

It was the elder sister who reacted first, pulling the younger sister: "Don't linger, let's go."

"But, dad, mom, grandpa... woo woo..."

"Quick! Let's go!"

The two girls staggered and started running. However, their escape was also discovered by some of Ragnar's subordinates.

More than a dozen guys with blood all over their faces immediately rushed towards the two girls.

Now is not the time of sadness, the two girls run as fast as they can in a critical moment, they try to flee into the summer woods. As long as you escape into the woods, the chances of escaping are very high.

One of my sister's inattentive, stoutly fell to the ground. Her knee hit the ground, and for a moment she didn't realize she was hurt.

The elder sister fell, and the running younger sister also stopped and tried her best to pull her up.

"You run!"

"No! Sister, let's run together."

The elder sister gritted her teeth, and after she got up, she supported her suddenly inconvenient right leg and staggered away with her younger sister.

They dawdled because of this, and the soldiers who were chasing after them caught them as easily as they captured two lambs.

For them, from the moment they were discovered, they were destined to be captured. They definitely can't outrun this group of warriors.

Warriors of Ragnar, they obey only their commanders. Go to hell with all the demands of the leader! Aren't those two running children running silver coins?

The two girls were each captured by two warriors, and the girl in panic forgot to even struggle for a while. Two warriors, their intention after capturing the child is very simple, that is, to bring it back to their hometown, or to raise it for a period of time and sell it to make a fortune, or simply raise it until the age of twelve and give it to their son. be a wife.

They were taken back to the battlefield that was already full of dead bodies. Seeing that their father, brother, and clansmen were already lying in a pool of blood, they no longer had any fear, and they both cried heart-breakingly.

It was also at this moment that the Danes' army, in a short period of time, completed a devastating victory over the Ostara people! What follows is a revelry for the victors and a tragic end for the losers.

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