Rise of Rurik

Suddenly, there was a strange swish in the sky.

On the other side of the battlefield, Rurik's raised sword suddenly fell: "Men of Elrond! Shoot!"

Yes, the first wave of arrows came from the thirty longbows of Fort Elrond's troops, and the arrows from the cluster of bones fell from the sky, giving a heavy blow to the people who carried the stones in the fort to support the defenders.

Men and women holding stones covered their wounds and wept bitterly. Some people were accidentally shot through their necks and were struggling in the mud.

Rurik continued to order: "Teravis, take your Elrond army, fire us ten salvos, and then rest!"

"Yes!" Telavis replied calmly. After all, this kid has seen large-scale battle scenes. He was only an opponent in the past, and now he is participating in a larger battle as an ally.

The second round of arrows flew away. Considering that the longbow of the white wax rod was not low in pounds, the arms of the Kewen men must have been sore after ten shots.

Rurik continued to hold his arrow high, and this time he was leading all the crossbowmen.

What kind of army is this?

More than 50 shield-wielding Ross warriors in chain armor became the front-line guards, and behind them were a hundred crossbowmen!

Their weapons range from the wooden crossbow to the fearsome steel-armed crossbow.

They were divided into five groups, lined up in a very sparse formation, and directly started to support the Melalen army who were mainly attacking the gate. All this is exactly what King Olekin wants to see, and it is the specific lineup of the Ross Army that makes him feel bizarre.

Olekin could never have imagined that there were so many small warriors mixed in with the team. Do not! They were all children, children of Rurik's age.

"A group of brats can also fight? Do the Rus lack warriors?" Olegin couldn't even imagine that some of the warriors were girls themselves. He just glanced at it a few times and continued to look at the soldier who knocked on the door, hoping that the door would be knocked open sooner.

The heavy arrows fired by the steel-armed crossbow made a group of young warriors almost fall.

"What a powerful force!" Fisk, who put down his crossbow, said in surprise.

Rurik changed his past and immediately scolded: "Don't linger on Fisk, keep winding!"

He turned around again: "Second group! Shoot!"

Then three sets, four sets, a fifth set...

The Ross Arrow Array was now a five-stage strike by Rurik.

It was controlled to the extent of firing a salvo in groups of thirty seconds. Naturally, the target of its shooting preferred the person on the wooden wall, suppressing the enemy and preventing him from continuing to throw stones.

In addition, the longbowmen's projectile not only did not stop, as the birds on the wall were cleared, Rurik also began to order the crossbowmen to project.

Because the wooden crossbow itself is a transformation of the short wooden bow, the warriors holding such a crossbow have already started a new projectile!

For this battle, the Rus decided to let a team of 200 shoot out 5,000 arrows. This is not a shameful waste, because the arrows shot are mostly bone clusters and glass clusters, which are inherently inferior, and if they are really lost, Rurik is not too pity. What's more, these arrows can still be recovered a lot in the end.

But the defenders of Fort Borgholm have never seen such a trick in their life.

The attackers' archery methods allowed them to see new tactics, and many Gotland mercenaries had no chance.

Why?

Many people throwing rocks and slings on the walls were precisely hit by crossbows, like arrowed birds falling from branches.

Shortly after the battle started, the defending soldiers on the wall no longer dared to show their faces!

Just because no less than 30 people had fallen under the fort, they either fell to their deaths or were shot to death. There were also a group of wounded people in the fort who were dragged away by soldiers holding wooden shields to defend against arrows. As for the wounded of the Gotland mercenaries, the Saxons in the fort had no time to take care of themselves. How to manage them?

At this moment, the Gotland mercenaries who stood by the wall were so truly aware of how humble their situation was. If the battle is allowed to continue, either everyone will be killed by the enemy's arrows, or the gate will be smashed, and a huge enemy will rush in, then no one will want to live!

Do not! Maybe it's not that bad...

Everyone is a Gotlander, so for a few stinky money, do you have to die for the tortoise-like Saxons? Can everyone find a chance to escape?

They gritted their teeth and persisted under the rain of arrows, only to see the Saxons they were guarding hid.

Someone tried to fight back, or stuck his head out to see where the enemy was going.

However, those who came out were immediately sniped by Ross Crossbowmen, who were standing by.

Rurik has changed his tactics. The most critical firepower suppression is obviously so that the enemy dare not show his face, and the rest is free fire to ensure that the enemy will no longer interfere with the Melarens and continue to hit the wall.

In this case, the crossbow shot by the child is just as deadly, and their disadvantage is probably limited to having to use the winch to wind it, unlike some reckless man who violently winds the steel-arm crossbow with his leather-gloved hands.

Rurik glanced at his battle maids with satisfaction. They had grown a lot taller in the past two years, and gradually began to appear "feminine", that is, they were too thin.

Anna, Bella, Sisia... Rurik deliberately and clearly called out the names given to them, and this battle was also their first actual battle.

The long-term shooting has also made the Ross Army tired, and the constant rotation of the winch is rapidly consuming the children's physical strength.

Twelve-year-old bald Fisk was suddenly deflated. He put down his crossbow, pulled out his father's sword and stuck it on the ground, looking at Rurik with an embarrassed face: "Will it work if we keep shooting? It's hard to hit the wall."

"you are tired?"

"Yes! It's better to worry about your women first, they are even more tired."

Rurik stared at the wooden wall, on which there were still some swaying figures. It seemed to be some short spear-wielding enemy, shivering behind cover.

"Keep firing! Fisk!" Rurik looked at the guy he trusted. "Keep firing, and try to interrupt the enemy's hateful spear."

The towering wooden walls blocked the view of the attackers, and Rurik could only speculate on the current situation of the enemy in the fortress. Many people think that a lot of archery does little damage to the enemy, the enemy is a human and not a fool, can't they dodge?

The Saxons did hide, and the Gotland mercenaries wanted to hide, but they were forked out, because the frantic leader Stein ordered you to keep fighting.

To Stein's resentment, he couldn't use the hot oil to attack in the light rain. He saved some grease, but the firewood that burned the grease to a scorching heat was overly soaked in the rain last night.

The defenders had no better weapons against the siege army, and the Saxons, old and young, had gathered around their priests, praying for a god to save them.

Or realistically hope that the wooden wall will stand.

It has been a while since the offensive operation. The soldiers who used the battering rams boasted that they had smashed them more than a hundred times, but the wooden walls and gates of the enemy were still standing still? !

"Prince, if it goes on like this, everyone will become more and more tired. What should we do? Continue to spend here?"

"I can't do this anymore, I have to think of another way."

"Prince, it's better to throw the rope up and let the warriors climb the wall..."

Karl, who was under the city gate, was very confused. His panting subordinates either explained their fatigue or made suggestions.

It seemed that a mass of fire was spewing from the gap of the helmet. Carl simply took off the helmet and slammed it against the hard oak wall: "The damn wall! Brothers, let's withdraw!"

The morning offensive did not seem to have made any progress. The powerful Melalen Army retreated first, and friendly forces followed.

The Swedish army is still wandering in the open, and the situation surrounding the fort has not changed in the slightest.

Is the most dangerous time over?

Gotland's mercenaries who had endured the arrow rain, they began to check what strange arrows, only to find out that they were actually a large number of obsidian arrow clusters?

Yes, the die-cast glass arrow cluster that Rurik ordered Rosberg to mass-produce has a huge amount of impurities, and the finished product is no different from obsidian.

This kind of arrow hits hard things and it will crack. It is suitable for hunting, but it is mostly a one-time weapon in combat.

Gotland's mercenaries resented that their archers had captured a batch of arrows, but they could not expect much of the results they would bring.

The enemy retreated temporarily, and the enemy suffered almost no losses during the entire battle.

The mercenaries who probed under the wooden wall again saw only a dozen or so new corpses, and the worst thing was that among them were their own people who fell from the wall after being hit by an arrow.

No one was happy with the retreat of the attackers, and the people in the fort knew that they would start a new attack in the afternoon after they had eaten. But with a brand new offensive, can the fortress withstand it?

Through the frightened faces of the Saxon women and children, as well as the selfishness and cowardice shown by the men to avoid the arrows, the Gotland mercenaries who suffered great losses gathered their weapons in the leader's place. doorstep.

As a last resort, the leader Stein and the elders brought armed retinues to meet these angry mercenaries.

"Many people died! You are turtles!"

"Give us more money, or we won't fight!"

"Give us silver now, give us double."

Gotland's mercenary requirements are getting higher and higher, the battle has escalated, and it is natural to add money.

Looking at the situation that is about to get out of control, is it still useful to continue to treasure a lot of silver coins? At the critical moment, Stein's mind was still clear. As the leader, he ordered the other elders to shut up. Pieces! This is not over, he urgently needs a promise: "We must persevere, I need your strength. After the victory, I will give you more money!"

The mercenary who got the money calmed down. In the end, everyone has their own destiny. Now the silver coins in their hands are more meaningful. This is what they want.

On the other side of the battlefield, the retreating Swedish army was not discouraged by the frustration of the third challenge.

It was true that everyone was angry, and the dukes of each tribe gathered again to discuss the next battle.

At this moment, no one questioned whether there was a problem with King Olegin's tactics. Let's look at each other. Since the number of troops lost is very few, there is no motive for questioning the king. In fact, everyone really can't come up with a better way than knocking down the city gate.

Do not! and many more!

Olegin, who hoped to break through the city and get the spoils to complete the supply of the army in one package, knew that he could not drag it on.

He came up with a trick: "Since their walls are made of wood, use an axe to cut them down, just like logging. As long as we keep cutting down, no matter how hard the oak is, it will collapse."

"Wonderful!" Wenderson of Yermalen slapped his forehead: "Why didn't I think of it?"

Ungriff of Uncles asked even more: "If my men are the first to cut down the wooden wall, will they be the first to enjoy a batch of spoils?"

As they chattered, Otto and Rurik remained cautiously quiet.

Olegin just liked the feeling of being praised. He felt that his ingenuity was unparalleled, so he deliberately asked Rurik, who was staying quiet at the scene: "Boy, how is my strategy?"

"Very good." Rurik replied lightly.

Olegin's proud smile did not diminish in the slightest, "Not a small good! It is a great one! God will bless us, and we will be able to break the city before dark today."

The fighters of the Swedish army were actively eating, and the axe-wielding fighters also began to polish their axe blades with stones.

Unlike the carbon steel axe that the Russ partially equip, the friendly axe is made of wrought iron. It can't be said that it is a bad tool, and its blade will quickly dull after frequent slashing and slashing of hardened oak that has been standing for more than ten years.

The sun has been hiding under the dark clouds, and the attacking side realized that it was already afternoon. They recovered some physical strength in the light rain and started a new attack.

The shouts of the Swedish army almost scared the hearts of the defenders of the Borgholm fortress. Now only the Gotland mercenaries who took the money are on the front line of the last moral of the mercenary profession.

Suddenly, some hemp rope with a noose was thrown over the wooden wall and began to wrap around the sharp point of the wooden wall.

There were already bare-backed Melalen warriors with a dagger hanging from their waists and a hand axe in their waists, and they began to climb the wall. They were as skilled as monkeys, but the defenders who persisted on the city's head were not idiots.

The battering ram of the Swedish army began to slam into the gate again. More than 200 soldiers with axes gathered under the wall and began to violently smash the wall. The Rus also continued to throw arrows in the rear for support.

Olegin hoped that the climbers would be able to deal with some enemies, and then he reached behind the wooden wall and removed all the piles of wood that were holding up against the gate.

However, he saw that the corpses of the desperadoes he sent were thrown down by the defenders one after another.

Although some armored defenders were hit by arrows from the Rus and fell, it can be seen that the tactic of climbing the wall and breaking the city was ill-considered from the beginning.

The entire battlefield looked like a large-scale civil construction site, and the so-called enemy's resistance was weak and futile.

Although there are still a lot of debris falling from the sky, but there are not many stones available.

A wooden wall of aged oak that looks like a fossil, it is simply not something that a strong man can chop down in a few hours, unless it is cut with a chainsaw. Even if they did cut down the oak, there was a layer behind it.

The Saxons who immigrated here brought the technology of building wooden fortresses. In order to make the wooden walls strong, they luxuriously used a mixture of oak and pine. The first layer was difficult to block the strong wind, so they used double layers. The wooden stakes are deeply rooted in the ground, and behind the wooden walls there are reinforced foundations made of rammed soil.

If Olekin had known that the fortress was constructed like this, he would not have wanted to chop down the wooden walls at all.

What really worked was the frontal battering ram impact.

The door of Boryholm finally loosened, and Karl, who saw the hope, shouted excitedly: "Haha, keep hitting! We Melalen people are the first to break the city, brothers, silver coins, fish and women, all of them are yours. !"

The resentful black-clothed warriors who had been tortured by hard fighting and gloomy rain for a long time, they burst out with powerful strength, and the momentum of the collision became more and more fierce.

The weak point of the wooden wall finally began to loosen. It was the weak point at the gate. It began to shake violently with the collision, and the Gotland mercenaries who were guarding were scared to retreat.

Even the defenders on the wooden wall were shaken by the violent vibration and fell to the ground, hugging their broken leg and wailing. Unfortunately, more than 40 companions were holding spears and nervously waiting for the gate to collapse.

This fear also wakes up the delusional Saxony.

The leader Stein picked up his axe and ordered the men in a unique dialect: "Warriors, this is the last battle! Fight the enemy to the end!"

Suddenly, no one was prepared, and the gate collapsed!

All the beams on the gate collapsed, causing the platform above the city gate to fall as a whole, and like a big stone, it suddenly hit a vote of Melalen warriors holding a battering ram and hitting the wall below.

Carl's face was stabbed by a piece of sawdust, he fell to the mud, and he didn't care about his bleeding face, he subconsciously raised his sword and was about to charge with his frightened brothers.

Ten people were pinned down by the collapsed city gate, and even if they were not killed on the spot, they lost their combat effectiveness.

The collapsed gate created a ruin with a height of more than two meters. Seeing that a gap appeared, soldiers from all tribes of the Swedish army were charging here.

In order to come out on top, more than a dozen Melalen soldiers in black had already rushed in first. Who would have thought that their bodies, which were pierced by a lot of spears, were forcibly pushed out by the enemy.

The gap appeared, Olegin's goal was successful! However, the attackers who killed the red-eye and the defenders who fought back decisively started the most tragic battle around this gap!

In this situation, Rurik was so shocked that he shivered in the rain.

"Son, what's wrong with you?" Otto put his big hand on Rurik's head, trying to calm him down.

"It's terrifying...it's still possible..."

Rurik always felt that this scene was like the shocking scene in "Kingdom of Heaven". The offensive and defensive sides fought bloody battles for a gap, until there were corpses everywhere?

He sighed in astonishment: "This is no longer a duel by force, but a battle of will."

"You? Want to join?"

Rurik stared and vetoed: "No, our support mission...has been completed. We'll just watch! Just watch..."

As a result, the bodies of the fighters on both sides looked like "blooded stones", and the gaps were filled with these terrible stones. The battle is still extremely intense, and the new wall is getting higher and higher.

Olegin could not have imagined that the enemy was so crazy, and he was trembling with heartache while watching the battle: "They are obviously not Danes! They are even braver than Danes!? Who am I attacking!"

The battlefield environment is really fascinating. When the wooden wall is still stable, the Saxons are like frightened sheep, but now the wooden wall has collapsed with a fatal gap, and they have become a pack of wolves in an instant! And the leader Stein is the alpha wolf.

No one noticed that the rain had stopped, and the hidden sun suddenly poked its head out from the west, making the whole world blood red in a snap.

In the setting sun, Olegin could not feel any warmth, and some had a stronger sense of coldness. He felt that normal battles were sacrifices to Odin. If the battle reached such an unprecedented level of anxiety, God must be involved. He just believed this, and only regretted that he didn't bring a few priests here.

The soldiers on both sides on the battlefield were out of breath for a long time, and the two sides who killed the red-eyed didn't care about the corpses of enemies and friends, and continued to climb higher and higher "walls" to continue fighting, but their sword-wielding arms were no longer strong.

Knowing that it was no longer appropriate to continue fighting, Olegin gave the order to retreat. And retreat, or prepare for tomorrow's final blow!

Carl was too tired to stand up. His injured face made the whole person particularly hideous. He was dragged by his companions to retreat, and behind him, a large group of soldiers in black retreated. Seeing that the Melaron Army was pulling, all the friendly forces retreated one after another.

Did you win the fourth round of defending the city? Stein, who was defending the city, looked at the enemy who was gradually leaving, and asked with all his strength, "Enemies! Who are you guys?!"

Karl, who was almost out of strength, suddenly twisted his body and shouted with all his strength, "Merlaren!"

Now everything is clear, Stein wiped the sweat from his face and the blood of the enemy, looking at hope: "Oh my God! Are these the Svealans? Are we Saxons evacuated here, or will we be killed? Are the people in the north cutting the grass and roots? God, please give us life!"