Rise of Rurik

No one thought that this battle must be a fierce battle. The soldiers of the Swedish coalition who killed the red eye withdrew, and after the troops of various tribes calmed down, they realized what happened.

The dukes of various tribes gathered at the command post of King Olegin. Because everyone was killed and wounded, their angry eyes were about to burst out.

The leader of Yermalen, Wen Desen, changed his calmness from the past. He was so angry that he pushed Olegin, who was wearing armor, and cursed: "You are an idiot! For your battle, half of my people have died! What do you want? Are you happy when my people are dead?"

Karl came forward at this moment, not all to defend his king's father, but mainly because this angry Winderson had insulted the entire Mellaren.

Carl pulled out his sword and pressed the blade against Wenderson's neck suddenly: "Old man, pay attention to the object of your humiliation!"

"Are you threatening me?!" While Karl wasn't paying attention, Wendson picked up his battle axe and slapped Karl's sword aside, and questioned Olegin, who was looking at what he was looking at: "This is your attitude? We will die!"

Karl's rashness immediately aroused the doubts of all the dukes, and even the Duke of Uppsala, who had always had a close relationship with Melalen, could not stand it.

Everyone needs a good explanation from Origen.

Olegin, who had stabilized his emotions, straightened his crown, and if he failed to attack, he would be defeated!

He was heartbroken and even performed a dry howl: "You said that you have suffered heavy casualties, and we Melalen have suffered the most! My most elite black warriors have died a lot, and I still need them to fight in Kalmar. The fortress fell to its knees."

"Then what do you want to do? Keep fighting?" Winderson asked.

"The fight has to continue, we have to fight here, and we have to fight Kalmar. We have sacrificed so much, the blood of the dead warriors must not be shed in vain."

"However, to win them, don't we have to pay more, how sure are you?"

Wenderson asked one after another, and his implication could not be more clear-he meant to retreat and stop loss.

No one said to their faces that they would withdraw from the battle with their brothers. After all, if they did withdraw, they would bear the notoriety of being a coward. Everyone can no longer afford more losses, and Olegin urgently needs to come up with a clever plan.

Great idea? Is there a trick?

The one who wears the golden crown in the public eye is not a wise man,

Olekin held back a plan for a long time: "The sky is fine now, and the weather will be good for many days in the future. Let the brothers rest well and have more bonfires to scare the foolish enemies. We will continue to attack tomorrow! You have all seen, their There is a gap in the wall, we rush up on the corpse, we will win tomorrow!"

"It's easy to say." Wenderson curled his lips contemptuously: "They have a lot of spears, and the gap is not big enough, and those who rashly attack will only be stabbed to death one after another."

"You are afraid of death! Then let us Melalen continue to attack. Are you satisfied?!" Olegin's angry words did not satisfy everyone, and the command post was already filled with an aura of division.

Rurik was right next to his father. He saw the whole panorama of the infighting, and he also sensed an increasingly strange atmosphere.

Originally, Otto did not want to intervene in the quarrels and complaints of these guys. The Rus people insisted on fulfilling their alliance obligations until now. Since they are destined to not get a lot of booty directly in the battle, why talk about it now.

However, Rurik thinks more deeply. If this cobbled Swedish army fails to build a fortress and loses its confidence, will the Melalenians continue to fulfill the previous contract? If they can't grab enough property, how can they repay the money willingly?

"No! They can't win, the loss is me!"

Looking at the elements of Qian and Maizi, Rurik forcibly intervened in this quarrel.

Olegin, who was on the cusp of the storm, found a life-saving straw. He grabbed the arm of Rurik, who was intending to say a few words, and dragged it to his side.

"Stop arguing! It is said that this child was blessed by Odin. Since he has something to say, why don't we listen to him? You know, the arrows of the Rus people really suppressed the enemy from throwing stones in large numbers."

In the battle till now, the Russ really didn't have a single casualty, and they really didn't get any spoils of war, so no one was jealous and complained.

The dukes looked at each other and decided to hear what Rurik had to say.

The noisy command post instantly quieted down, and a beautiful boy flicked his golden ponytail and began to question wisely.

"You guys, haven't you thought about the possibility of the enemy's surrender?"

This question made the already quiet room even quieter.

It wasn't long before everyone came back to their senses, and the beating eyes showed that the parties really didn't think about it.

"I made a preliminary investigation. We killed 300 people in the daytime battle, and the corpses of the soldiers were piled up on the wall! Do you think the enemy has nothing to lose? Don't the 5,000 arrows fired by us Russ not hurt? One person? Do you really think that the enemy has to fight to the last person? You are all saying that you have suffered a lot of casualties. In my opinion, the enemy's situation is even worse."

"Then... what do you want?" Origen asked.

"Persuade them to surrender! Give them a chance to have a portrait." Rurik's round blue eyes stared at Origen's cracked face and deliberately flattered: "Great king, will your expedition bring death or gain more Many allies. Now that you have admitted the servitude of the Voskas, even the Danish mercenaries are used for your own use. Why don't you try to persuade the people of the Boliholm fortress to surrender?"

"This……"

"In my opinion, they know that the city will die after the city is broken, so they fight desperately. You promise that they will save their entire clan from death as long as they hand over their belongings. As long as they say they will fight for us, attacking Karma as a servant will give them the status of an ally. Why do you have to destroy this fortress completely, you can make them all recognize you as their king."

Rurik did not go on, he was afraid that on a whim he would call Olegin a fool in public.

And Olekin was stunned when he heard this, he patted his old face vigorously: "Yes! I want to persuade them to surrender! I can make their leader a duke, and then make them and the rest of the Voskas. Together, go to Kalmar and fight with the locals. Yes! Just do it!"

Although many people on the spot were skeptical of this plan, Olekin really felt that he had found a good way. He used his royal power to order the doubters to shut up, and he had confidence in tomorrow's battle.

The number of casualties of the Swedish army was indeed as high as 300, and some were seriously injured. Although they were pulled back to the camp, they soon died by the bonfire.

Among the dead were more than 100 soldiers in black from Olegin. After a period of high-intensity fighting, the strength of the Melalen Army had dropped sharply to 1,000! With the most elite of the so-called black-clothed soldiers, there were only a mere 200 people left.

Many of the peasants who were recruited changed into the iron armor of the dead, making them strong at first glance, but actually strong from outside.

The most elite warriors tended to rush the furthest. They took on high-intensity battles and suffered huge losses. The overall strength of the Swedish army had dropped dramatically, and it was reasonable for the dukes to have the idea of ​​escaping. After all, it took so many sacrifices to attack a Borgholm fortress. Wouldn’t it be even more casualties to attack Kalmar next?

Night has finally come, and it has been less than twenty days since the summer solstice, and the daytime in the Öland Island area has become extremely long, that is, with the light obtained by the atmospheric scattering at dawn and evening, the daytime time has exceeded the nineteenth. Hours!

The coalition forces began to siege the city at dawn, and the long attack was stunned until the setting sun emerged from the clouds.

Tired warriors gnawed on dried fish, gathered around the bonfire and slept soundly, to hell with casualties and mud!

The coalition forces have indeed entered their weakest moment. At this time, it should have been an opportunity for the Boriholm defenders to play a defensive counterattack, but as Rurik said, the mentality of the Saxons has collapsed after the bloody battle. edge. A group of strong men died in battle, and women wept for their dead father and brother.

In the leader's home, Stein sat in front of the oil lamp holding an ancestral bronze dagger in a silent daze.

He felt that everything was over, the destruction of the tribe was tomorrow or the day after, in short, men would be killed and women turned into slaves...

He had the idea of ​​suicide, and suddenly the flames swayed, and his survival instinct drove him to dare not do it.

"We have no grievances or enmity with the guys in the north, in order to kill me? Can they accept my surrender, and can they bypass the lives of my people? If they give them all their property, can they survive?"

While Stein was in a turmoil, the more than 150 surviving Gotland mercenaries were determined not to give their lives to the Saxons in vain.

At night, the whole world became quiet, and the sound of Haibo came from afar, adding to the silence of the night.

"Guys, we can't give our lives to these idiots anymore. Those northern guys are also asleep, we are now slipping out of the gap to grab the enemy's ship, and now the southwest wind is blowing again, we quietly return to the island home! "

An old mercenary with status became the leader of the survivors, and they all slipped out at night with their money in their hands. Although they were very tired, under the domination of their desire to survive, they burst out with a strong vitality.

Just for the sake of quickness and concealment, the fleeing Gotland mercenaries threw away their heavy chain mail. They were either in commoner clothes or leather armor, carrying their own round shields on their backs, holding swords and axes in both hands. leave the gap.

Their actions were naturally noticed by some people in the fortress, but everyone's mentality had collapsed, there was nothing to care about, and they did not even inform their leaders and any elders of the abnormal situation.

In the dark world, there is a half-covered moon and twinkling stars in the sky. The world is not really dark. In the dim light, they can see a large number of ships near the shore.

The sharp-eyed mercenaries understood their situation. The so-called northward coast had completely become the enemy's camp, and the number of bonfires there was as huge as the stars in the sky. To escape from there is like a sheep entering a wolf's mouth, so how to escape?

Their escape was not a casual escape. The cattle and sheep raised by the Saxons were all driven into the fortress. The entire Öland Island was relatively barren, and it was difficult for them to find enough food in the wilderness to support their stay. They had to quickly find a boat.

It is very necessary to seize the attacker's ship, and it is necessary to go to the sea.

This is not a coincidence, but a necessity!

The fleeing Gotland mercenaries are targeting the Rus who have camped on the west coast!

In fact, they couldn't see the specific strength of the Rus people in the dark night. Considering that the number of bonfires there was relatively rare, there must be fewer troops. More importantly, the guy with excellent eyesight saw some blurry black shadows near the sea, it must be a cargo ship!

There are more than 150 brothers, and it is unrealistic to expect a few longboats to take everyone to escape. If a cargo ship is captured, it is really possible for everyone to be squeezed into a ship to escape!

Sensing a great opportunity, they ignored all the risks and began to drag their tired figures into action.

However, the Rus are not fools! In particular, the Russ Army under the command of Rurik was completely different from other units in the coalition.

This night, Otto just couldn't stand the dampness on the shore, and he went back to sleep comfortably on the Avlora.

Considering that the Russ army would continue to fight tomorrow, Rurik ordered his subordinates to bring in a batch of iron cluster arrows, and gave all the soldiers an order to sleep without leaving the body.

The Ross Army's camp was in a ring shape, Rurik's camp was in the middle, and the elite soldiers were placed on the periphery. Especially the mercenaries, they are going to fight hard and bad battles, even if they are camped, they must form a barrier facing the enemy's fortress, and the four torsion slingshots have also been moved here as a symbol of Wuwei.

The veterans among the mercenaries have been working for Gould for many years. Everyone has always been familiar with the "night patrol around the island", and now it is normal to be ordered to patrol the camp by rotation.

With their patrols, the weary warriors could sleep a little more securely on their shields, but they always had the crossbow by their side, the hilt of the sword and the hilt of the axe in their right hand.

Looking at the direction of the stars, the rotating mercenaries always feel that it is almost dawn. When the sun rises, everyone will usher in another battle.

Suddenly, the atmosphere became wrong, and there was a strange sound not far away!

The rotating mercenary immediately knelt down in the dew-filled grass and saw many sneaky shadows.

"Could it be that the messengers of the Mellarens are here at this time? Are they mad?"

"They're not crazy. I don't think it's a Merlaren."

"Who is that? It will never be the enemy?"

"It's the enemy!"

Several of the mercenaries on duty did not dare to speak out. They took advantage of the thatch to cover and hurried back to the camp, and they first woke up their boss Yevluo.

"What the hell is going on? It's not dawn yet." Yevlo was so angry that he got up.

"Boss! I see an enemy sneak attack."

When he heard the sneak attack, Yevluo looked like a cat with blown fur: "Did you see clearly?"

Several people hesitated for a while, but still expressed their position together: "In my opinion, it is the enemy's sneak attack. Although..."

"Then do it! I'll inform Rurik now that you wake up all their brothers."

As an old soldier, Yevro's battlefield intuition gave the Rus an opportunity. This is the battlefield! Any hesitation and laziness may lead to death, even if it is a misunderstanding in the end, it is not an exaggeration for the entire camp to enter a state of preparation.

Rurik was awakened, and even Carlotta, who was lying beside him, was also picked up. When life and death were at stake, Yevlo did not care about any etiquette.

"Damn it! Why don't they beat the Melalons? Do they think we Russ people will be bullied if we have less troops?!" Rurik, who was getting up, heard the enemy's sneak attack at dawn, and immediately ordered: "Archery! Archery! Give me a crossbow, and I will shoot one myself! Defeat the enemy before my father is alerted."

The fleeing Gotland mercenaries getting closer and closer to the Russ camp, as the sky slowly turned blue, they always felt that the situation was a little delicate. They gradually understood the camp in front of them, and they were glad that the camp was not big. Although the brothers who were ready were tired, the sudden attack killed them all and then took the ships. I guess the success rate is very high.

Suddenly, a loud voice asked in the wind: "Who are you! Are you from Meralen? Or who?"

This question simply denied the fugitives' extravagant hopes. "Shit! They found out we were attacking?!"

The leader instantly felt that he had to make a decisive decision. He suddenly put the round shield on his arm, raised his battle axe and shouted: "Brothers, we have been discovered! Crush! Crush them!"

At least in the field, these Gotlanders have decent self-confidence.

Suddenly, there was a whistling in the air, followed by a violent crash.

The leader was shocked to find that three charging brothers were knocked down by unknown things in strange postures, and their shields were shattered!

This is not the end, the sound of Soso suddenly came from the sky, and it was too late when they found that arrows were falling from the sky.

The longbowmen from Elrond are starting to shoot their arrows, their second attacking force since the Torsion Slingshot.

In the third round, the attacker's iron cluster crossbow bolts were also thrown, and the steel-armed crossbow forcibly fired light crossbow bolts. The Gotlanders who lost their shields were hit by more than a dozen arrows at once.

"Change heavy arrows! Chase after them!" Rurik, who held a light wooden crossbow aloft, roared sharply, and more than 30 people responded at once.

The next battle was already free shooting. The warriors holding steel-armed crossbows launched a charge. They shot while running. The powerful heavy crossbow arrows turned the wooden shield of the Gotland attackers into decorations. The arrows directly pierced their hearts, and even Drilling out from the back, the arrow hit loses the ability to fight on the spot, and must die after continuous blood loss...

This is not the end, the torsion slingshot finally completed the tense loading, the second round of shooting directly killed four people, and almost injured allies.

The Russ attacked with arrows and slingshots just waiting to be done, so that the attackers were ambushed.

Rurik felt that he had hit another enemy, and he could not be sure of the outcome in the dim light, but it was undeniable that the attackers were the group of enemies defending the city. Although he did not know their motives, the so-called raid had been completely defeated.

Soon, warriors with swords and shields swarmed up and slashed dozens of attackers who were frightened by the arrow rain.

"Stop it all! Leave a few survivors and ask them for details!" It was not until Rurik personally intervened that the fate of more than 20 attackers who gave up their resistance was prevented from being beaten to death by the "lack of entertainment" Rus army. But it is also generally broken, teeth are covered with blood...