Rise of Rurik

There is a saying that an eye for an eye is an eye for an eye. This time, the Swea Tribal Alliance, in the new identity of the Kingdom of Sweden, in the same bay and in the same battlefield, is to re-enact what the Danish Gotlanders once did. Only this time, the invaders have become the invaded, and sooner or later they will pay back. The assault of the mixed fleet of men.

In terms of size alone, the strength of the Swedish coalition is comparable to that of the Danish coalition.

The colonists of Norrkoping, who were targeted, were smaller in population and weaker in military strength. There are some tough guys, too, but they're not Gotlanders.

Some fishing boats began to flee for their lives, behind them were huge sails and rushing boats. Even people with good eyesight can't help rubbing their eyes hard. They can't believe what they see in front of them, especially the ships with huge jibs behind them are human things.

It would be nice if it was the Danish army, then maybe Hafgen, the leader of the Danish alliance, finally decided to use force against the guys in Lake Mälaren. However, the arrivals displayed various characteristics that indicated that they were not Danes.

A few smart people have rushed to the beach, pushed the boat into the bay, and took their women and children to the depths of Bulow Bay, and entered the inland lake area to hide from disaster. However, there are also many people who are purely brains. They are really naive to think that only the Danes can organize a huge army in this world, and can fill the entire bay with sailboats. No matter how strange it is, they must be Danes.

However, Carl, who was aggressive and rushed to the beach, faced more than 30 people drying fishing nets on the shore, as well as the large and small wooden houses behind them, some just looked at the contempt of the ants.

He drew his iron sword and shouted, "Merlaren, follow me! Destroy these Gotlanders!"

After all, he was the first to jump down, regardless of the shock and confusion of the other party, and began to hack and slash indiscriminately. He has lost his humanity, and only has the animal nature of being a berserker. A large number of his subordinates jumped on the boat and rushed towards the unprepared Norrkoping residents with their battle axes high. Those who were stranded on the beach were knocked down one after another, and the rest fled.

All three longships washed the beach, and a hundred Melalen warriors launched the first round of attacks. Just behind them, a larger fleet is on its way to wash the beach, it just takes some time.

Finally, some recovered Gotland men gathered spontaneously.

They have no time to wear leather armor and mail, and now they only wear light leather and cloth clothes, holding round shields and axes, and at most helmets. They ran out of their wooden houses one after another, leaving behind the shivering woman holding the child, and threw themselves into the resistance, even if the resistance was futile.

More than 30 lightly armed men from Gotland rushed to their port, stunned in the face of the swarming enemy.

Karl opened his bloody mouth, pointed at the other who suddenly appeared, and roared fiercely: "Brothers! Charge me!"

There is no need for more nonsense. Carl's personal soldiers have always received the favor of their masters on weekdays. Now they are looking forward to the opportunity to be loyal. They rushed over with their battle axes and swords high. These people didn't even have the time to organize the shield wall, and they rushed to attack, for fear that their loot should be taken away by others.

How can the violent collision of nearly a hundred people be able to resist a mere 30 enemies? What's more, most of these people are dressed in chain mail, and they are very strong.

The heavy wooden shields of the Melaren army wrapped in cowhide and lined with iron sheets knocked the Gotlanders to their knees one after another, and then stabbed them with an axe and a sword to complete the bloody end.

It can be said that the first wave of tidal flat battles in the true sense, Carl's Melalen Army can be regarded as a reckless vanguard and completed a very thorough crushing victory.

Now, Carl's eyes only have the desire for gold and silver. He firmly believes that there are many treasures hidden in the fishing village of Gotland in the so-called "North Köping".

Yeah, who can deny that a settlement named after a trade stronghold is poor.

On the other side of the battlefield, Olegin trembled with excitement as he watched his son's victory.

The rest of the Melalonians are also very interesting. They all understand that after the death of Origen, who is not young, Carl, who is fighting in front, is everyone's second king.

"Carl! Carl! Carl!"

The people on the longboat were still rowing desperately, calling out in unison that "Carl" became everyone's new horn.

The cry of the Melalen Army even aroused the excitement of the troops on the shore.

Carl's face was stained with the blood of the enemy. He wiped it with his elbow, and with the bloody sword, he began to lead his men into the interior of Gotland's village, and began his feast of looting.

However, a spear suddenly protruded from the wooden house and stabbed many soldiers at once.

Before he could react, a group of Gotlanders in ambush suddenly killed, and even women were among them.

Entering the village hastily, they encountered a real head-on. I saw that more than 50 strong warriors in full chain armor suddenly appeared, wearing their iron helmets with only two small holes, and rushed over calmly.

These guys don't look like ordinary unprepared Gotlanders, and there are obviously many well-built wooden houses in the direction they come from.

When the Melaren Army soldiers were still fighting the ambush and gradually gaining the upper hand, who would have expected a group of literally iron-clad berserkers to suddenly appear?

More than a dozen of Carl's subordinates were directly knocked down, and then either stabbed to death with a spear, or split their heads for an axe.

"Brothers, don't panic. Let's gather!" Carl yelled.

He himself is not very panicked, but his subordinates have never seen such a battle in their entire life!

"Sir, we are not prepared enough! They are covered in iron!" Some warriors roared in grief and anger.

"Idiot! Can't go back! You are the strongest, you can't embarrass me."

Carl wanted to resist, but his situation became more and more passive.

Just as the old guy on the ship gave Olegin's advice, Carl's team went deep or was targeted by the public, but it was a prophecy.

It can be said that the information is inaccurate, so that the Mälaren army thinks that there are immigrants from Gotland in Norrköping, and there are very few Danes among them.

But how is this possible? !

Carl didn't know that what he encountered was really an elite group, even if this group of "iron guys" were not many.

There are not many here, of course, for the entire Swedish coalition, but at the moment of the local battle, the Danes and Gotlanders have more armed men than Karl's.

Carl had to shrink his troops. He had lost 30% of his troops. Although he caused several casualties of the "Iron Guys", in the end, he suffered the most.

More than sixty Melalen warriors formed a circle, using staggered round shields as a protective barrier, and slowly retreated to the beach.

Carl's sword was still bleeding, even though his shield had been pierced with holes by the enemy's axe. It was the second time in his life that he was so embarrassed as he is today. The last time he competed with Aric of Ross, this time he might not be able to save his life.

Carl who landed, his men were all armed with short weapons, and they were also doing the work of "Ma Run".

However, what they encountered could be called the real Viking heavy infantry. The long-handled tomahawk that the Danes dropped from the sky kept smashing the skulls of the Melalen army, and Karl's retreat was full of bloody sadness.

Just when everyone clearly saw the coast in the extreme difficulty, seeing the long ships approaching incessantly, their morale suddenly collapsed.

Carl only had more than 30 living men left, and they ran away with Carl wrapped around them.

Those "iron guys" first pursued aggressively, but when they saw the overwhelming ships, they were stunned on the spot for a while, and even subconsciously stepped back a few steps, after all, they had no intention of escaping.

"What's going on?! Did they get kicked out?" Olegin, who was standing at the bow, narrowed his eyes to see his son's embarrassed appearance.

The Russ fleet had been closely following the Mellarens, and Rurik and Otto could clearly see Karl's embarrassed appearance. Even the group of armed men who suddenly appeared, exuding a dull metallic color, were seen by everyone.

With the keenness of his warrior, Otto sensed something was wrong. He slapped Rurik on the back violently, his hands a little harder because he was nervous.

"Dad! What are you doing?"

"How's it going? Find a way to fire a few javelins to support it? You see, those Mellarens are frightened by the enemy."

Rurik, who was already on high alert, froze for a moment. Based on his intuitive judgment, the current position of the Avlora was about 200 meters away from the waterline of the beach. At such a distance, the big ship should consider breaking down.

Rurik tried to calmly think for a moment: "Look, the Mellarens are all rushing to the beach. And over there, there are boats chasing their fugitives. Dad, the agreement said we shouldn't intervene."

"Bah! At this juncture, we really stand by and tarnish the identity of the soldiers. Boy, do you think your javelin can hit the beach?"

Otto's face became extremely ferocious, and Rurik was taken aback. The wrinkled lines on this old face were almost shouting "I want to fight".

Either way! All of these torsion slingshots have been tested. They fire crossbows and javelins at the maximum elevation angle, or simply glass bullets. It is no problem to intervene in battles more than 200 meters away, but the problem of dispersion may be a little troublesome.

Rurik gritted his teeth, and immediately confronted Yevlo, who was envious on the ship and was feeling uncomfortable (in fact, everyone wanted to go ashore and fight): "Install the javelin! Maximum angle!"

Soon, the Avrora adjusted the broadside to face the enemy, and the three torsion slingshots on one side were all set to a maximum firing angle of 45° according to their designed angle-adjusting mechanisms.

Yevro roared in excitement: "Sir! Ready!"

For a split second, Rurik didn't know that the line was wrong, and he yelled "Argonne". Of course, this kind of word that only Novgorods understand to describe "firewood is smoking", the Rus people present could not understand it.

He saw Yevlo looking at him stupidly, and hurriedly shouted "hjuta" in Norse.

The three torsion slingshots responded to the order and fired the javelin, only the humming sound remained in the world.

Relying on the friendly troops about to wash the beach, Carl and his embarrassed men finally stabilized on the bloody beach.

Unexpectedly, there was a sudden sound in the air! Those with great eyes can see three lines in the sky moving fast, and the strange sound comes from them!

That's a special javelin fired by the Rus! They are actually large arrows with a slender pine shaft bearing a hardened wrought iron cone. Its tail is two feathers glued together, and the feathers are deliberately inclined slightly to the central axis, giving the javelin in flight a frantic spin, and the whizzing sound comes from the feathers' non-stop beating against the air.

Although this weakens its flight distance a little, it really guarantees stability and wind resistance.

The so-called javelin weighs only one pound, and the Rus' torsion slingshot can project this light weapon to a distance of 300 meters. It is indeed light, that is, it has the blessing of gravitational potential energy, and its strength is enough to hit the enemy wearing cowhide armor.

Three crossbow arrows pierced into the sandy land of the beach abruptly, and they suddenly appeared with a strong whirring sound, which greatly frightened those "iron guys" who didn't know how.

After a while, as many as five javelins flew over!

They came from other Ruth ships, and Rurik's orders had been passed on to all ships through the shouts of the brothers, and the only torsion slingshot on board immediately launched a deterrent shot at the coast, or a random shot at the approximate target.

This time, the Russ' firepower intervention was successful, with a magical javelin imparting an impartial focus on a bewildered fellow. The conical spearhead hit the chainmail of an "iron guy" at a very fast speed and at a large angle. The spearhead directly pierced the body, and the powerful force directly smashed it, just like a big tree. Collapsed!

Carl's bloodshot eyes widened, and he saw the "large arrow" from the heavens successfully kill the enemy.

So far, there are no more dazed people in the "Iron Guys". They left behind their fallen companions and led all the Gotland militants who had recovered to begin to retreat.

Could it be that the firepower intervention of the Rus was a great success?

Perhaps there is a reason for this. As a soldier, the greatest sorrow and fear may come from the inexplicable and meaningless deaths of myself and my companions. An "iron guy" with a bloody axe died, and no matter how brave he was, he was so inexplicably harvested his life.

On the other hand, the Rus people, although they don't know whose arrow shot the enemy, some people with extremely sharp eyes and completely farsighted people are shouting this victory. In an instant, all the Rus ships are cheering.

Otto's eyes were a little dim, but the brothers were cheering the twisting slingshot to kill the enemy at great distance.

The incredible result was so startling that he suddenly lifted Rurik up and put it down again.

To be honest, Rurik also felt that the luck of his troops was incredible.

Of course, luck is also a type of strength.

"Dad, look!" The excited Rurik pointed to the battlefield: "They finally started to land in full force."

Satisfied Otto calmed down a little: "Let your subordinates stop."

"No more support?"

"Bullshit!" Otto said with a smile: "Your arrows will accidentally kill the Mellarens, which is not good. The enemy looks strong, let the Melalons fight, let them die, we Watching the fight here. Haha, if they complained that we stood by, I'd say we shot the enemy. They said we defaulted to the war, and I'd say we didn't land."

Rurik thought for a while: "That's true. If they breach the contract like this, they don't deserve to be kings. Although I'm a little worried about King Olegin's contractual spirit."

"It doesn't matter whether you are worried or not." Otto patted his son on the shoulder: "I want to rest. Let the brothers rest! When they finish the battle, let's put down the boat and go ashore. Let's go and ask for what belongs to us. silver coins." With that, Otto withdrew to the "Captain's Lounge" in his forecastle.

Rurik was still on the bow deck, and he wanted to talk to his fellows of his age, but Carlota, Fisk, Kanuf, and even Telavis the Corvin were all taken aback by what had just happened, or the The increasingly chaotic battlefield on the shore was shocking and chilling.

Especially Carlotta, she sat on the deck side by side with the railing of the ship, her wide eyes seemed to have lost her soul. She remembered the destruction of Ostara again, but this time, the Avengers gave these former invaders who occupied the magpie's nest, a more ferocious blow...