Rise of Rurik

There was a magical scene on the battlefield on the glacier, and more than 200 people began to chase more than 600 people.

During this period, a large number of fleeing Cowens were killed from behind, and the deceased no longer had to be ashamed of the scars on their backs, because they were already dead!

The next battle seems to have little meaning, will Rurik show mercy? Do not! Immersed in the battlefield, Rurik's heart also fell into a collective madness along with his tribe.

Here, everyone is a berserker!

Even the servants of the Salmon Lord, even though they were all part of the same large group as "Kowen", the leader Kaihas felt that since they were desperately shooting arrows at their own people, they were pure rivals.

Besides, now is the "kindness" to show loyalty to the Rus people and beat the Rus people by fighting bravely.

Rurik saw that even those servants were following the two hundred leather-armored Berserkers to attack, so why should he show mercy?

He gave Yevro the order: "Take your crossbow and shoot all the fugitives you can. Kill all the wounded and fall to the ground, and show mercy."

In a sense, there was an element of kindness in Rurik's orders.

And this so-called kindness is to make up for the knife, so that the wounded of the enemy will no longer suffer and get a happy death.

After Yevlo led a group of crossbowmen to complete a round of inaccurate long-range shots on the spot, Rurik suddenly thought of something.

"Yavlo!"

"Alas!" Yevlo, who was winding the pulley cable, responded calmly.

"When the enemy runs too far, leave the pursuit to others."

"us……"

Rurik immediately pointed to the corpses of the enemies on the ground: "Chop off their heads, and when you meet the dying, grant mercy and then chop off their heads."

"This..." Suddenly, Yevlo felt that his master became unfamiliar. "why is that."

Rurik also put on a grim face: "After this battle, we will continue to attack Grey Squirrel Hill. We need new slaves, and we don't have to kill them. You go and collect the enemy's heads, I think Those who see so many heads will choose to lay down their weapons."

"Owner,

Are you asking them to surrender? ' Yevlo asked in surprise.

"Exactly. I will convince the big chiefs that they are willing to surrender and become slaves, so that everyone's lives can be saved."

Yevro asked casually, "What if they refused?"

"Not for my users. Kill!"

Yevluo nodded, although he felt inappropriate, he still sighed: "You really look like a leader." After that, Yevluo looked at the Ross army who were madly counterattacking, and watched them wantonly slashing and killing the single enemy. On the back, he led the crowd to raise the crossbow: "Raise! Shoot!"

The enemy has fled farther, and even a group of people are scrambling to climb on their reindeer sleigh, eager to get out of the wrong place as soon as possible.

Morale collapsed, the retreat turned into a rout, and it seemed as long as the reindeer sled was under control, the escape became easier.

Those well-trained reindeer did not panic because of the human war, but they were the ones who fled back first. They whipped the deer wildly with leather whips, and some sleds went on a rampage, making the deer group that was relatively orderly changed. Get confused.

Of course, the Russ seized the opportunity of chaos tightly. They pursued it relentlessly. Fifty warriors have been chasing and killing them all the way, and they have been killed in the sleigh group of the Kewen people.

Even so, a group of Kewen people who didn't have time to flee lay on the snow, with terrifying wounds trickling down their backs.

At this point, some Rus finally stopped fighting.

The Rus began to pull on the reindeer's reins, discussing this great victory with their companions. A large number of seized reindeer sleighs have aroused the idea of ​​​​managing many people.

Only three reindeer sleighs carried a mere 20 people out of the battlefield. Behind this small group of Kewen fugitives stood the fierce images of the Rus people with blood-stained armor and wet red beards, as well as those who had become sullen. Rainbow's ice surface.

A large number of corpses were lying on the top of the glacier, and the wounded who were still wriggling were assassinated by the Ross people.

Is this the end of the battle?

Carrying a bloody steel sword, Otto stood on a reindeer sleigh, surrounded by his warriors.

"Otto! Otto! Otto..."

Everyone shouted Otto's name with a big mouth, as if worshiping the great god Odin.

Rurik, his tiny figure roams the battlefield. He, who has seen blood dripping, will no longer be frightened by this terrible scene.

Is the fight scary?

Of course scary!

Although Rurik originally wanted to use a peaceful way to force his opponents to surrender. Obviously, his father and clansmen, their idea is to attack simply and rudely. This idea is very simple and efficient.

Just like this battle, it was obviously a decisive battle of unprecedented strength. The Russ themselves had no one killed and only a few people were injured, thanks to their excellent armor.

Of course, some people in the Rus army were killed, and they were servants of the Salmon Lord tribe.

Not far away, my father was surrounded and cheered by warriors.

Rurik looked at the crowd over there, and then stared at his mercenaries with cold eyes, staring at their squatting posture and beheading the enemy's head.

A few sleds have piled up with some balls, and that's pretty self-explanatory.

At this moment, Yevlo with a dignified face wiped his blood-stained hands and approached Rurik.

"Master, are we going to collect all the heads? Maybe the mountain gods and river gods will be outraged."

Rurik heard absurdity, and on second thought he realized that Yevlo was a Finn himself.

"How can you see it?"

"Because." Yevlo paused, "their souls are no longer complete, and they cannot return to the ancestors."

"Lingzu? What is that?"

"It's like... an ocean. It's a sea of ​​souls, where the dead Finns go. You order their heads to be chopped off, and they..."

"Their mutilated souls are wandering in this world?" Rurik shook his head, he felt that Yevro's words were ridiculous, "Then continue to smash! We are Rus, and I am the one blessed by our God. If the gods of the Finns are enraged, come! If the spirits of the dead are enraged, come."

"Since you insist..." Yevro didn't say more, although he felt it was inappropriate, he continued to handle the axe, causing the dead enemies to continue to be killed.

Yevro of course knew that the Finns and the Kowens had a very close relationship, and that the two languages ​​communicated with each other. They were almost wiped out, proving the absolute power of the Rus. And this power is the first time Yevlo has seen in his life.

Soon, Rurik's mercenaries had collected more than 500 heads, and their actions were finally noticed by Otto, who led the crowd to sweep the battlefield.

At first, Otto thought that it was Rurik's mercenaries who were spontaneously venting their anger, and it was not until he asked the details of Yevlo that he realized Rurik's crazy determination.

Otto's face suddenly pulled down, he led more than a dozen people and rushed straight to his son, and then grabbed Rurik's neck, as if to break it.

"Are you crazy? Rurik, why did you give such an order! They are already dead, do you want to vent your anger so much?"

Rurik was startled at first, but his panicked face quickly calmed down.

Otto was also taken aback by this.

"Tell me, what do you want?!" After that, Otto let go of his hand.

Rurik, who was suddenly attacked and had a very painful neck, pointed to the Grey Squirrel Hill Fort that had not been breached, and said intently, "Our battle is not over yet. We must take down that hill fort."

"Of course! I'm returning with my brothers, we must knock down the mountain fort before night falls."

"I thought so too. This time, I came up with a trick."

"Oh?" Otto calmed down a little, looking at his son's determined eyes, it shouldn't be a lie. "What's your plan?"

Rurik then pointed to the head of the enemy that had turned gray, "I don't believe that the enemy still has the courage to continue to stand. They must be frightened, and they must know that the reinforcements they were expecting have been eliminated by us. I want them to open the city gates themselves, The living knelt before us and begged us to spare their lives."

"Like to forgive those guys?" Otto was referring to the Salmon Lord tribe of servants.

"Of course!" Rurik's attitude was still tough: "We piled up these heads, or threw them directly into their walls. Yes! All the heads were thrown over."

"Then they are willing to be our slaves?"

"They will. We should order them that a severed head is the end of a stubborn resistance, and tell them that their surrender will be guaranteed for their lives."

Otto thought it was a bit interesting. After all, his subordinates were also very tired. If he continued to attack, his own people would suffer new casualties.

Otto still deliberately asked, "What if they resisted?"

"Kill!" Rurik said one word straightly, and his determined eyes showed his determination.

"Ah~" Otto was both happy and emotional: "Any young man can always grow after a battle. Rurik, you have grown up. Now go! You can try and force them to surrender."

A large group of Rus people in blood-stained clothes, carrying their big round shields, carrying their own steel swords or big axes, struttingly approached the previous battlefield.

Behind them, the servants of the Salmon Lord believed that because of their participation in the coordinated battle, everyone gained military exploits for the Rus people, and the promise of the Rus leader should be implemented immediately.

Kaihas was in high spirits, because Otto agreed with Rurik's decision, the decisive battle was won, and his people were free.

The men of the Lord of Salmon immediately claimed to be victors. They were required to control all the reindeer sleds left by the Corvin reinforcements and returned to the battlefield outside the mountain fort.

The victors were joined by a handful of lingers and learned that the enemy had not escaped by leaping over the wall while taking advantage of the chaos.

Otto frowned and muttered in his heart, "You obviously have a chance to escape, so why don't you just stay in your mountain fort and wait for death?"

In a sense, the last defenders of Grey Squirrel Hill are just sitting there waiting to die.

There are real reasons for this!

Those brave warriors were all killed by the Rus, and some were wounded by arrows. It's very bad that the gray squirrel tribe's arrows are already stretched, and the special short arrows fired by the Rus, they can't understand what kind of bows can shoot such arrows.

The battle has been going on for three days, and the sky is already evening. If the winner is still not decided today, the victory will definitely be seen tomorrow.

The Grey Squirrel Tribe lost most of its men, and even lost quite a few women. The surviving huddled around the tribal shaman, praying that reinforcements finally arrived to defeat the invaders. It stands to reason that they have the ability to take the opportunity to escape, but no one does.

Because this is their home. For them, home can be given up, provided the clansmen explore a new settlement together to settle down.

A group of wounded people need to be taken care of, and the women and children who are close to collapse are also at a loss.

The leader Mechasta was on the verge of collapse until his tribe was on the verge of collapse, and the Varyags continued to ram the gate, and a large wall collapsed. The appearance of reinforcements is as if the haze of the blizzard disappears and the sun spreads the summer sunshine.

Really looking forward to the stars and the moon's reinforcements! Mechasta also followed the tribe's prayers for the reinforcements to win a great victory, and the shouting of the battle gradually faded away. As a large group of people came, Mechasta, who basically understood, suddenly loosened up. Paralyzed on the city wall.

His son, Terravis, lunged at his father, trying to lift Mechasta, who was in a trance.

Today, only twelve archers dared to stand on the wall, all of them hunched over, fearing that they would be killed by a sudden iron cluster short arrow like their own kin. But as men's sense of responsibility, they are determined to follow the leader and fight to the death in the most dangerous places.

At this moment, the Rus people formed a shield wall under the leadership of Otto, and everyone beat their shields with a strong sense of rhythm, while shouting the exact same slogan.

With such an imposing manner, the powerful spiritual coercion of the gray squirrel tribe on the verge of collapse was completed.

Otto's move is to build momentum for his son, because he cannot guarantee that his son who is approaching the city wall will not be attacked by the enemy.

A pair of blood-stained chainmail was forcibly draped over Rurik, and the lowermost ring had reached Rurik's knees.

Rurik's clothes are a bit nondescript now, and the weight of the chainmail makes him uncomfortable, and he has finally got a further defense.

Next, Rurik took a solid step with his special warriors under his command.

More than 40 people broke away from the dense formation of the Rus.

Among them, the mercenaries led by Yevlo all carried arrows with crossbows, waiting for the opportunity to shoot down all the enemies who were trying to counterattack.

The other twenty people followed behind, dragging sledges filled with the heads of the enemy's dead.

Rurik felt a little nervous in his heart. If the enemy suddenly jumped out of a sharpshooter and fired an iron cluster arrow, he was afraid that he would be seriously injured.

It made sense to take the risk now, because Rurik felt that he was clearly a persuader.

Many people on the wall just stretched out their eyes, including the Mechasta father and son, no one knew what the group of intruders wanted to do.

"Brothers, don't be impulsive, they don't seem to want to fight." Mechasta restrained a few soldiers under his command.

Rurik finally stood up from behind the crossbowman, and his small figure instantly shocked the equally young Terravis.

"It's actually him?!"

"You...you know this child?" Mechasta asked, and then completely denied: "How is it possible! That looks like a Varyag child."

"I knew him. I should have shot him, it seems that kid was indeed a conductor."

"You missed your chance, it's too late to say anything."

"No! There is still a chance." After speaking, Terravis held the bow and picked up the last iron cluster arrow in his right hand: "Only such an arrow can penetrate their iron armor."

But Telavis's hand with the arrow was held down by his father.

"Dad, you..."

"Don't provoke them," whispered Mechasta. "We'll keep watching. Only if I let you shoot arrows will you."

The two were whispering, and suddenly they heard intelligible language spoken in a childish voice.

Rurik raised his chest, stood only about thirty meters away from the city wall, and shouted: "You! Stop resisting! All your reinforcements are dead! Now you stop resisting, be our slaves, and you will be able to continue to survive. Otherwise, this is the end!"

Stop resisting? to be a slave? ! Are the reinforcements dead? !

Mechasta knew that his people would definitely not be able to keep it, and he also did not believe the promise of the enemy.

Suddenly, a large number of strange things were thrown across the wall, and some fell on the scaffolding of the city wall, picking them up for those who were waiting for an opportunity to counterattack.

Mechasta ordered his son to bring the furry thing, even though he had a very strong premonition.

Telavis raised it boldly, and then saw the hideous face of the deceased. He immediately let go and collapsed to the ground. With a pale face, he pointed at the head that was spinning, "This... what is this? People who died in battle?"

At this moment, more and more heads of war dead were thrown in, and the number was staggering.