Rise of Rurik

The heroic spirits of those warriors must have gone to Valhalla!

With this thought in mind, Arik and his living brothers gathered at the same campfire, curled up and slept, ignoring the scorching smell of the ruins of the village.

They were warriors and in such a battlefield, they did not take off their leather armor, and kept their swords and axes in their arms at all times. Twenty crossbows are stacked on top of each other, so that when they are used, they can be quickly wound and loaded.

But the soldiers were too tired and fought a battle of less victory, and the brothers were even more contemptuous of the Gotland army.

Arik didn't set up a sentinel, and he boldly estimated that no daring guy came to disturb the brothers' good dreams.

Just when he let down his guard, a team of five hundred people had already climbed the mound in the thin morning mist in the early morning, and their next target was the bridge village where the Rus people rested.

Haken of the House of Blisnos, the self-proclaimed king of Gotland, felt that he had everyone's support amid the fervent cries of the people. Next, use this momentum to defeat the large-scale invasion of the Rus people!

In a sense, he felt that this war was a life-and-death battle between broken brothers, but they were brothers, so maybe things shouldn't be done too badly.

Haken has peaceful fantasies, but the Russ are obviously killing him, so don't blame yourself for being vicious.

The eldest son, Siegfast, has never been on the battlefield. Haken is reassured by his own level of business, but this kid is always surrounded by a group of guards from Denmark. These guys tell the stories of the heroes of their hometown. The glorious deeds are all stirring his heart.

Become a war chief and bring your tough warriors to a decisive battle against powerful enemies.

Can those blessed by Frey, the god of merchants, also be supported by Odin?

This group of people walked to yesterday's battlefield. The corpses lying on the ground were all soft. Their hideous gray-white faces were still telling the horror of yesterday.

Siegfast looked coldly at it with anger: "This is all done by the Russ? It's the Rus's Arik."

"It must be the butcher." Captain Grund remained vigilant and asked the brothers to carry the body to one place.

"Brothers, let's go! Leave the dead alone for now. We'll find that Arik across the mound, and I'll behead him myself!"

The Dane guards could not be sure of the bravery of the gold master,

However, the future battle is related to all the islanders, so they have to obey the order and stop, and always be alert to potential dangers to protect the life of the gold master.

They climbed over the mound, and when the fog gradually thinned, a blackened area not far away was so out of tune with the whole withered world?

After seeing the details clearly, the spirited Siegfast is now cautious.

He raised his sword and asked, "You said, shouldn't that be Bridge Village?"

"There was Bridge Village, and the butcher burned it, killing everyone who didn't have time to evacuate."

Siegfast, who was standing at a high place, looked at all the claws and scratched his heart: "They just stick there and let people cut them? They don't know how to resist?"

Siegfast really wanted to laugh when he heard it, but he held it back: "My lord, if you are going to attack a target, why don't you walk slowly? Have your opponent ready to fight him again?"

"Huh? Shouldn't it be?"

"If it's a duel between warriors, of course, these principles must be followed, but have the Rus people taught the truth in the past few years? The village of Lukuluye should be finished. As for the village of Qiao, all the smart villagers ran away, and only a few People are reluctant to leave their belongings and they deserve to be killed."

Siegfast thought about it too, and when he looked at the black coal-like village over there, a sense of fear actually swayed his body. "Maybe the butcher Aric hasn't left yet. We rush over there and we will definitely fight them. Maybe, those Rus people are all in the village."

"Sir, are you afraid? Where's your courage just now?"

"Grunde, are you questioning me?" Siegfast looked at the blue veins on his forehead. He firmly braced his helmet and took the initiative to walk forward with his sword.

The captain of the guard and the brothers looked at each other and smiled, and they also drew their swords and walked in front of the gold master. After all, if this young businessman who entered the battlefield for the first time dies, will his self-proclaimed father pay commissions for him? It's okay not to blame.

King Haken did explain to the Dane guards in the team that this bold reconnaissance activity involved specific operations, and Dane Grund had a great say.

The 500-strong team moved forward, mostly armed with swords and axes. There are more than 30 archers mixed in the team, just don't expect how powerful their short wooden bows are.

Every soldier of this Gotland army was ready to fight at this moment, and they moved forward with extreme caution.

They walked on the sparse wheat fields, vigilant against the surrounding woods, and beware of an ambush by the Rus.

Just as everyone was approaching the wreckage of the village, the captain of the guard, Grund, announced the suspension.

Siegfast was really puzzled: "Why don't you go?"

Grund picked up a stalk of oatmeal, rubbed the pellets and stuffed it into his mouth: "It's good wheat, and we can harvest it soon."

"Hey! I asked why you didn't leave. You're not afraid of the Ross."

"Keep quiet." Grund asked his patron to feel it with his heart, but what could Siegfast perceive?

"Don't linger, I want you to swarm up with your brothers, what are you afraid of just a wreck?" Siegfast didn't want to linger, he suddenly stood up and shouted angrily at the dormant warrior: "Are you cowards? Do you? Give it all to me! If you dare not, don't even think about getting paid!"

Looking at the madness of the gold master, Grund was so angry that he kicked him directly.

It was at this moment that a group of crows suddenly flew out of the wreckage.

"You are so bold, how dare you!"

Grund's eyes were fixed straight ahead, and his face was so serious that Siegfast felt danger.

"My lord, is there something in the wreckage? The crow is startled."

"Ah? It's not always a monster? Or, are the Russ there?"

Grund knew what to do, so thirty soldiers left the army and went as scouts to find out.

At this moment, Arik, who was camping in the ruins, was awakened by his subordinates.

After waking up, the Ross warriors who went to the toilet found the approaching crowd, and they were extremely numerous! In the panic, he instantly hid in the rubble, crawled to the place where everyone was sleeping, and pushed all the sleeping people to fight.

The enemy is coming, what should I do?

fighting! This is the battle of fate among brothers, even if everyone is at a disadvantage.

Arik ordered the brothers to pack up their blue and white gowns, which were too eye-catching. Then they ordered everyone to wear the captured linen burqas, cover their blond hair, and blacken their white faces and golden beards with charcoal with their hands.

Twenty crossbowmen were already wound, their arrows aimed at the enemy.

During this preparation, all the crows in the ruins flew!

"Are they sending scouts? That's stupid! Well, let me get rid of these people." Arik saw the killing, which was his favorite now. He hurriedly ordered the brothers in ambush: "Crossbowmen, bring them close and shoot. Others, listen to my order and swarm them to death."

Gotland's scouts marched cautiously in sparse ranks, gazing hard at the trail of enemies or monsters in the ruins, and gradually approached the first burnt farmhouse.

The time has come!

Arik gestured, and twenty arrows hit the target with a whizzing sound.

As many as ten people were hit by arrows on the spot, spraying blood, throwing their weapons and falling to the ground.

"Brothers! Kill!" Arik was the first to jump out of the bunker with his two swords raised. His face covered in charcoal powder made him weird and terrifying, and his two steel swords, which reflected violently in the morning sun, made him even more his aura.

More than a dozen Ross warriors took the lead in charging, and just when the opponent was stunned, the crossbowmen completed another reload.

Arik got a fire support, and there were not many scouts left.

The hand-to-hand combat has begun!

Arik stuck his tongue out as if he was going to eat the enemy. He figured out some tricks to play with two swords, like a pair of scissors, and cut off the heads of the two enemies cleanly.

However, two Ross warriors were killed on the spot by the enemy's axe smashing their chests in the melee.

In order to move quickly, Arik and his men finally abandoned all the chain mail, they were operating lightly, and the whole became lack of defense.

The Gotland scouts' failure was inevitable, but they were meat detectives themselves, and they fished out their hidden enemies with their lives.

"That's not what the Russ are? Brothers, cut them off for me! Cut off a head for ten silver coins!" Siegfast stood up and shouted with the great sword.

When the vast number of soldiers heard the reward, they all rushed like crazy. Originally, the captain of the guards hoped that the impact of the team should be kept as orderly as possible, but now the whole group is in chaos, so they have to join the chaos.

There is no need for any formation, the Gotland army is to take advantage of the number of people, and completely drown the enemy like a mudslide.

Arik's swords were dripping blood, and he was fearless in the face of the rushing flood. But his fighters have spontaneously started to retreat.

He raised his sword and shouted: "Don't retreat! Keep fighting with me! This is our destiny, rush!"

The boss is so brave, if the brothers withdraw, there is still the face to go back to see the Duke?

"Then let's fight to the death together!" After a soldier shouted, he followed Arik's footsteps with a roar.

The crossbowmen completed the third round of shooting. They threw down their crossbows, drew swords and axes, and took part in the fight with shields.

Thirty people attacked five hundred people? !

Siegfast was well protected by his men, and he was actually out of the field, watching the Danish mercenaries and armed islanders fight a decisive battle with this group of murderous butchers of Ross.

"Is this the Russ? Just a few? It looks like the fight will be over soon."

The development of the battle of Nai He was completely unexpected to Siegfast.

The guy holding two swords is clearly a berserker, and nearly twenty people have fallen around him!

Berserker's sword has turned red, and his black face has also been washed red with blood plasma.

Arik opened his mouth and jeered loudly: "Gotland! I am Aric, Aric of Ross! Now I land on your island, just to look at your heads! Come on cowards, fight me!"

Arik completely revealed his identity, and when he learned of this terrifying name, a large number of armed islanders retreated one after another.

This butcher is so vicious, and even his subordinates are a group of ruthless people.

The warriors who follow Arik are his henchmen, and they have accumulated a wealth of experience in "slashing and slashing the Gotlanders" in battle.

Five more Ruth warriors were killed, but more Gotlanders lay on the ground.

There were deep wounds on the faces of the Ross warriors, and the blood kept flowing. Everyone was gasping for breath, and they were already beginning to show fatigue.

Ali Keqiang kept his spirits high, he knew that if he continued to fight, today would be his death. If he died in battle, he would have no regrets at all. The brothers will avenge him, and his son Askard will inevitably be taken care of by Rurik and grow up. Then hack and kill some Gotlanders before they die, so that the Russ can win more smoothly in future battles.

Arik played with his double swords, and the bloodstains were thrown away one after another, revealing their original magnificent bright white luster.

He intimidated the opponent with his aura, and the Gotland army no longer dared to act rashly.

"This guy has Odin's blessing? How can he fight like this?!" Siegfast stomped his feet in anger. He was also shocked by the horror of the battle. He thought that if he went to kill himself, it would not be a small thing. Life is not guaranteed.

The captain of the guard, Grund, gritted his teeth. He hurriedly ordered the archers in the team to gather, and suddenly appeared in front of the battle when the two sides entered a strange confrontation.

The archer began to shoot arrows, and the Ross warriors who were standing and resting suddenly got hit by the arrows.

Even Arik, his left arm was cut by a cluster of broad-bladed arrows.

"Ah!" He screamed and knelt on the ground, watching his gray cloth begin to ooze blood.

Ruth warriors gathered around him, forming a shield wall to resist the enemy's arrows. The arrows from the Gotlanders' bows could not penetrate the oak shield at all. Behind the shield wall, some warriors dragged Arik hard and demanded that he withdraw from the battle.

"No! I'd rather die here! I'm going to hack these thugs to death!"

A soldier dragged him desperately: "Boss, you are our flag captain. If you die, who will command the first flag team? We still have to fight them, how can you die so easily? Could it be that Odin Hope so? Look, the ravens have all flown away before the battle! Odin doesn't want you to die!"

This statement is really level, those crows are regarded as the incarnation of God, or the eyes of God. The crows left, and the gods must be indifferent to this battle.

So wouldn't it be useless to die here?

Arik suddenly decided to run away, the brothers retreated lightly, but ran faster than this group of armor-piercing guys. They had better come after them, so that the Rus army could easily defeat them after getting in touch with the main force.

However, Siegfast looked at the shield wall of the Rus and yelled arrogantly: "Haha, aren't your arrows fierce? Look at my arrows now, how do you feel? Aren't you very good at slashing? Now it's turned into a turtle!"

"Arik! Arik of Ross! What are you! A coward in a turtle's shell, you can only chop down poor farmers and helpless women, and you can only take advantage of cattle and sheep."

"Coward, stand up for me! Me! Heir to the throne of Gotland, Siegfast, I will chop off your head!"

Arik, who was about to withdraw, was furious. He stood up abruptly, ignoring his bleeding left arm. He couldn't feel any pain in the frenzy.

He ignored the swishing arrows, and wanted to raise his sword to continue the fight, but he was still unable to stop him.

The conscious brothers all think that this is a dirty trick of the enemy. Everyone is not cowards, but just wants to live in the final battle.

"Sir, we must evacuate! Don't believe that... ah!" To persuade Aric the most troublesome warrior, he was actually pierced by an arrow in the aorta of his neck, and blood splattered Aric's face.

The warrior fell, so mortally wounded that he would soon die.

Arik knelt down halfway, and lost a helmet that hit him. Fortunately, the iron plate blocked the damage.

It has been the third year for the brothers present to follow Arik on the sea without getting tired of looting. This dying soldier is also a veteran who followed him to the island three years ago to take revenge.

Knowing that time was running out, the warrior grumbled reluctantly: "Come on! Take your young brother and go back to see the duke, see Rurik, tell them everything, and avenge... us. If you don't take the crossbow, you will smash it. , can't let them take it away. Let's go!"

After saying that, the soldier forcibly got up, ignoring the bloody neck, picked up the shield and axe, and shouted with the last strength: "Protect the boss! Cover the boss to evacuate!"

The blood-spraying warrior had only killing in his eyes, and he was constantly being hit by arrows. Even the Gotland archers were shocked by this fearless aura. In the end, the soldier finally fell on the way to charge due to bleeding out, with a pile of arrows on his chest.

"What a brave warrior, a loyal squire." Grund couldn't help but praise.

"It's a reckless man. And the one who ran away, Arik the Butcher, now he should be called Arik the Coward!" Sigfast laughed arrogantly, "Grund, deal with this group of scoundrels who are not afraid of death. As for that Arik, let him go!"

"Huh?" Grund was taken aback. "Aren't you going to chop off his head? How can you let him go?"

Siegfast shook his head: "Compared to these charging warriors, that Arik is a coward. You see, those who run away are like lost dogs. I don't want to kill cowards, I can't afford to be ashamed."

Grund was laughing wildly in his heart. He felt that his financial master was stupid and arrogant. The whole fighting guy was watching the show, and finally he advertised himself as a warrior? Siegfast, this guy is a businessman, not a warrior at all. Of course, to serve this guy as a servant, the brothers have to take money, so they don't put their contempt on the surface.

In the end, this guy was the gold lord, so Grund had no choice but to lead the Danish guys to the Gotland Islander warriors and behead the Russ warriors who were charging to the death. Oh, not necessarily, he deliberately left a few alive, one is to interrogate the situation of the Rus people, and the other is to let the gold master himself complete the beheading, so as to explain to the king that "the prince also beheaded the vicious Rus people". .