Rise of Rurik

Otto heard the enemy standing on the fort not far away laughing, and some languages ​​he could not understand. Needless to say, that must have been a vicious mockery.

He has seen too much, it doesn't matter to let the dying people have a good time, and looking at the current situation of the Salmon Lord tribe, he feels that his plan has been successful.

The Rus people did not use force, and everyone looked at the dejected tribesmen sitting on the snow.

Kaihas looked lost and almost crawled in front of Otto, his hand continued to cover the bleeding ear wound, and the other hand kept holding the arrow. When he saw Otto, he was crying desperately. After Yevro translated it, he realized that he was not only complaining about the strength of the Grey Squirrel tribe, but also why the Rus did not invest in troops.

Otto asked calmly: "Didn't you say that the Grey Squirrel tribe is a bunch of fools? Don't you have a feud with them? What? Give you a chance to avenge, and you actually complain that I don't help?"

Kaihas said in pain, he faltered with the arrow in his ear.

"Is this your ear?" Rurik asked.

Kaihas immediately cried and said: "My little master, we have miscalculated! The enemy is very strong, and they have very strong archers."

"Don't listen to his nonsense, he's just a coward." Otto said contemptuously.

Rurik looked at Otto's stern old face, and then at Kaihas' bloody, tearful face. "Dad, I believe the enemy is strong. So when we attack, be careful."

"But this man dropped all our ladders."

Rurik shook his head. "Dad, it turns out those ladders aren't very useful. It looks like the enemy has reinforced their walls with snow and ice, so we shouldn't expect to climb the walls and attack."

"So, what do we do?" Otto asked of his son.

"Cut down a big tree, or prepare a lot of bonfires. Today we can't continue fighting, we need to rest. Tomorrow we'd better use a big tree to break open their gates, if not, we will set fire to their wooden gates! What we have is Ways to deal with them!"

Otto listened and nodded: "You are still the most scheming."

Just praise, Otto looked at the injured Kaihas: "Throw away your ears, count who you have survived, I will reward you with wheat cakes and jerky. And you, I will give you a special gift. Go down and rest now!"

in this way,

The first day of battle is over, but the battle is just the beginning.

The Rus' memory was not defeated, and the young warriors indulged in the joy that swept the Gotland stronghold last year. Now that you encounter a nail, there is no reason not to hit it.

The victorious Mechasta didn't take it easy, because the Rus were so nasty that they lit bonfires and camped at the very edge of their bow's range. The Rus people surrounded the village, and a large number of bonfires surrounded the village, which made the gray squirrel tribe after the victory never feel any joy of victory. ,

To make matters worse, for a victory, all the tribesmen fired more than a thousand arrows, including at least a hundred iron cluster arrows.

If the archers lost their arrows, they could only fight with stone axes and spears. If you venture out to pick up arrows, you will surely be ambushed by the enemy.

No one wants to risk leaving the wall that protects them, and the reality is that Rurik has his mercenaries lying on the snow, and the crossbow is an excellent ambush weapon, capable of shooting from a lying position for the first time ever.

The pressure of the people of the Grey Squirrel Tribe is very high. They only have more than 3,000 arrows left. Due to the lack of combat effectiveness, all tribe women who know archery are required to be archers. Women's consciousness is very high, they know that fighting is to protect themselves. There were more archers, and the limited number of arrows attracted less than fifty arrows for each archer. If the enemy made several more attacks, there would really be no spare arrows.

On the contrary, the daytime operations of the Rus can be described as serving multiple purposes.

More than fifty corpses fell on the battlefield, and only ninety-five tribesmen, the Lord of Salmon, returned, and many of them were injured.

The Grey Squirrel Tribe also suffered more than 30 casualties, and almost all of them were hit in the close range attack of the archers on both sides in the final stage. Compared with the Russ coalition, after the daytime battle, the Grey Squirrel Tribe also won a disastrous victory in a sense. After all, the number of men who can fight is one hundred and fifty, which is good, and now the men who can fight are in the early 100s.

Of course women are organized. Do women get into the fight? Even Mechasta himself felt unreliable.

How happy was Mechasta when he learned of the casualties? He thinks tomorrow is the big battle! He didn't dare to exaggerate the atmosphere of terror in the tribe, and could only tell everyone that "we won a big victory". He also asked the wizard of the tribe to do a divination. In order to stabilize the hearts of the people, the wizard claimed that a huge reinforcement force would arrive soon, probably before the sun sets tomorrow.

Everyone believes in wizards, so they can only take care of the wounded, men and women, young and old, and guard their homes.

The situation here in the Rus is much better, and Kaihas also got his own reward - a bottle of spirits.

It was late at night, and Rurik, who was sitting around the bonfire, was puzzled by his father's decision.

"Dad, why did you give them wine? Why did you give them meat and oatmeal. Don't you hate them? Or because I'm their master?"

Otto shook his head: "You think I'm kind?"

"Yes."

"No! I'm not benevolent, it's called strategy."

"Strategy?" Rurik couldn't help laughing. He really couldn't think of how much more tactical strategies his father could have. "Why?" he asked deliberately.

"Alas!" Otto looked at the torches lit up at the enemy's fort not far away, and asked again, "Is the ambush ready? Ah, I'm going to rest in my armor tonight."

"It's all ready."

Otto then told his son as an old father: "Okay, I tell you now, their bravest man is dead, and the rest can't say that they are not brave, they will at least be very obedient. I have told that Guys, we're going to attack together, and if we prepare properly, tomorrow is the day of the final battle. A bottle of wine proves my sincerity, and I don't believe the guy who lost an ear will refuse."

Rurik understood: "Dad, in fact, you still need them to have a proof of loyalty. Just like my mercenaries participated in the battle, now you don't doubt them anymore."

"You're also very smart." Otto kindly tugged at his son's golden ponytail: "I figured it out, when it's over, I'll announce that a man like Yevro is a member of our Ross tribe. I don't care about him What ethnicity, in short, make a contribution to us and be loyal to the leader, this is the Rus I need."

Rurik was really pleasantly surprised. He smiled and said, "But such people still cannot participate in the distribution of the spoils."

"Of course. Remember, they are the new Rus, and they are your servants first. How much you reward your servants is up to your master. Go to bed now. You showed the composure and decisiveness of a good warrior today, remember It's still a battle of fate. We must break through the enemy's village tomorrow and conquer them!"

Rurik nodded: "I only have one request."

"Go ahead."

"Those who kneel down and are willing to be servants should spare their lives."

"Okay! I promise." Otto answered readily.

This night, Rurik slept in leather. Numerous warriors didn't take off their armor, but just put on a layer of leather and fell asleep.

The soldiers slept very lightly, and often held the hilt of the sword in their hands. It is said that when the guards sent the alarm of the enemy's sneak attack, all the soldiers could immediately jump up and go into battle.

The Rus gave the enemy a high estimate, but the enemy did not launch a night attack.

The people of the Grey Squirrel Tribe unanimously chose to be conservative. The darkness terrified them, and the large number of bonfires lit by the Varyags made many people believe that their victory may not be worth mentioning, and the real decisive battle has not yet begun.

Victory did not lift everyone's morale. The tribesmen, men and women, young and old, Alexander, only the most naive children didn't know what was going on, so they rested in the arms of their parents. The rest of the people waited almost all night.

The long night gradually passed, and it was dawn. The tired tribesmen took up their weapons and climbed the scaffolding behind the wall listlessly.

The world was still cold, and the mentally exhausted tribal warriors saw that a strange turmoil was coming from the sparse pine forest not far away.

"What's the matter?"

"Is the earth shaking? Are there trees shaking?"

"Not good! Go and report to the leader!"

The early fighters broke into Mechasta's house, and the sudden alarm led the chief to think that the Varyags were on an all-out attack.

"The forest has become strange? What nonsense!" Mechasta was very suspicious.

Only when he climbed the wall did he notice the strange scene from the enemy camp.

Russ, what the hell are they doing?

Early in the morning, the sleepy Rurik was awakened by the cheers of the warriors. He soon saw that some people were using the most traditional Viking logging techniques, trying to cut down a large pine tree with a straight trunk.

It is indeed not the largest pine tree, and as a battering ram, the size is acceptable.

The job of chopping down the tree was simply that the blacksmith Kavey, who was with the army, personally controlled the big axe. He cut a deep indentation into the trunk of the tree, and then knocked out a smaller indentation on the other side. A wooden wedge smashed into the small dent, and with the reverse operation of the forest axe turned into a sledgehammer, Kawi beat the wooden wedge frantically amid the rhythmic shouts of the warriors.

After dozens of beatings, the towering pine tree became more and more crooked, and finally broke and fell, making a terrifying loud noise, and the earth trembled violently. Snow, even stunned the squirrel in hiding.

A large number of Grey Squirrel tribal warriors gathered on the city walls, and they still didn't know what was going on.

An extremely bad premonition floated in Mechasta's mind. "Are they cutting down trees? Are they trying to break our walls? Or..."

Suddenly realizing that something was wrong, he immediately called for people to strengthen the city wall, whether it was using stones, ice or wood, or even the corpses of his tribe's fallen who had been frozen into ice, in short, anything that could block the gate. become extremely important.

The Rus spent almost a whole day making their own battering ram, which was actually a pine tree.

Having lost all the ladders, the Rus had to make new ones with the pine tree resources at their fingertips.

Many people, including Rurik, feel that today is the day of the decisive battle, but wise commanders need to consider the failure experience of the Salmon Lord tribe.

Although it was a pity, Otto managed to appease the restless subordinates.

Here, many of the warriors who participated in the attack on the Gotlanders were the first to agree with the leader's decision.

All because of the carpenters who made a cameo appearance. These people handle the axes used for slashing and work hard on their own battering rams. Everyone believed that since the ladder could not solve the problem, then a group of people hugged the big tree and smashed the enemy's city gate to recreate an Arik-style victory.

All day long, the village of the Grey Squirrel tribe was surrounded by the Rus.

The Rus were just outside the city walls, they were standing just outside the range of their bows and arrows, standing or walking with weapons of all kinds.

Although there are no words, the actions of the Rus people are to say: "Unskillful is trying to escape."

The atmosphere of fear in the village is spreading, especially the Japan that the tribal wizard claimed that the reinforcements arrived in is today, and now the sun is about to set, will those so-called allies choose to travel at night?

More people believed that the messengers they sent had already been intercepted, and everyone did not think that those tribes would really work hard for the Grey Squirrel tribe. Some people even believe that those tribes may not even think that there will be Varyags landing in the interior to loot and destroy.

The sorcerer's prophecy was completely invalid as night fell.

All of a sudden, the "we're abandoned" rhetoric was rampant. The tribal warrior's morale was unstable, and Mechasta did not think of killing one or two crows to stabilize morale.

He shouted in vain in the village: "Don't be afraid! We still have walls! We still have bows! We don't need any allies! Let them attack, and we will shoot them with bows! The Varyags are robbers, they die. Some people left."

But who is so optimistic? Tonight was the same as the night before. In the dark forest outside the wall, a huge bonfire was lit up again.

Just standing on the wall and seeing these bonfires made the sentry tremble.

It can be said that the "Bonfire Suspecting Soldier Tactic" that Rurik thought of was too useful for the simple Kewen's gray squirrel tribe. The spirit of the entire tribe would have collapsed had it not been for the last bit of self-confidence that surrounded the entire village.

Of course, if they didn't have city wall facilities from the beginning, the Rus would not stay in the woods on purpose, but attacked as soon as they arrived.

A new day has arrived. On this day, the sky is cloudy and the weather is getting colder, as if a cold snap is approaching, the weather is bad, and the gray squirrel tribesmen who are defending are in a very bad mood.

Because just outside the range of the bow and arrow, there were a large number of Varyags wearing metal helmets, and it looked like they were finally going to launch a fierce attack.

"What is that, is it some shields?" Mechasta squinted and noticed some strange equipment of the enemy camp.

But what happened next was the most surprising.

Before the battle, Otto felt that his Rurik would definitely be able to give some good progress, and the majority of the warriors also believed in the clever "Odin Blesser", who must have received divine revelation while sleeping at night.

To be honest, Rurik was a little embarrassed. He named his technological inventions "revelation from God". The so-called convincing people of the tribe that these technologies were reasonable and sacred also enhanced his sense of mystery.

Rurik proposed some plans to siege the city, but Otto implemented them without thinking.

Why be suspicious? Otto himself believed that his son's plan must come from "God's revelation". He believed so, and the other tribes must fully agree.

The real battle has broken out!

Otto held his sword aloft before the battle, his big feet resting in the snow, stern eyes on his equally dignified warriors.

Suddenly, his sword pointed directly at the wall not far away: "Brothers! Let's break open the city gate and take your treasures! Furs! Slaves! It's all yours!"

The Ross warriors began to knock on their shields, and collectively issued a rhythmic roar, giving the enemy a strong mental stimulation.

Mechasta on the city wall greeted his followers: "Damn it! There's going to be a fight. Don't be afraid, don't be nervous, shoot them with our arrows!"

That said, Mechasta's own legs were shaking.

They are forest hunters after all, and their beliefs are not like the Rus. Kewen people are keen on hunting and trading, they can be good explorers, but they have many natural disadvantages in the most savage wars. At this point, the Grey Squirrel Tribe has no choice but to passively fight.

"Brothers! Attack!"

Otto gave an order, and the Rus began to move, a special offensive formation emerged from the hidden riverside pine forest.

But in the eyes of the gray squirrel tribal warriors, the way the Varyag attacked was really strange.

Now, there seem to be three large templates, moving across the snow. After the plank, they are all Rus.