Rise of Rurik

The appearance of the cavalry was amazing, and the tactics they performed made Rurik feel even more bizarre.

The Vikings didn't have time to collect their dead brothers. They hurriedly adjusted their weapons, even took arrows and spears from the enemy's corpse, and hurriedly retreated to the position set up by Rurik.

All the family leaders gathered at Rurik in front of the battle. They were supposed to be brave and fearless warriors, but they showed unprecedented fear in the battle just now.

To this day, many of them are still shaking.

Someone said nervously: "The enemy is said to have 2,000 people. If they are all guys on horseback, if we stay on the beach, we will all be killed by them."

When Biyonni heard such a dejected remark, he raised his foot and threw him down, scolding with his sword: "Shut up! Coward!"

The leader of the family who had just emerged from the woods, after taking a quick look around, he cautiously reported what he had seen.

After a detailed description, everyone's originally fearful hearts were relieved.

Biyongni was really strong just now, and to be honest, he was also very worried that a large number of cavalry would rush out of the forest and trample everyone to death.

"Let's just say it! If the enemy is really brave, our two previous victories can't be explained." He let out a long breath, and fiddled with Rurik again: "Brother, you should have made the right decision. Come back. Brother said, there is a large group of weak people in the enemy."

Rurik was calm at the moment, he looked at everyone with his head up, and formally arranged his formation.

Shout out some pep talk? Wait until the formation is arranged, and after the enemy appears, let a few loud voices shout in front of the formation.

Rurik assigned respective tasks to the family leaders present. He had doubts about the ability of this army of untrained fishermen and herdsmen to execute orders, and assigning them complicated tasks was killing them.

The task arrangement here is simple, and the formation of the Vikings is even simpler.

Although Rurik didn't quite believe that the enemy would be foolish enough to attack directly, he still planned to follow the great battle that took place on Gotland a year ago. of the army, it arranges the array that it has used and proved to be effective.

The three hundred men of Biyonni and Geiger, armed with a large number of spears (both seized and pure sharpened wooden sticks), lined up in a dense array as a central army.

The rest of the Balmers were divided into two, with 300 men on each flank and the most traditional shield wall.

All the archers, especially the Shetlanders who were ordered to carry bows, stayed behind the central army and were ordered to shoot arrows.

Yevlo, with more than a dozen people, mixed with steel-armed crossbows in the spear formation of the Chinese army, waiting for the opportunity to shoot accurately when the enemy attacked.

All the heavy weapons, torsion slingshots stand on high platforms built of civil engineering, and trebuchets are mixed with archers.

Once upon a time, the fighting of the Balmers consisted of brothers rushing forward in a swarm, and when encountering a strong enemy, they formed a shield wall to coerce them. Now any soldier realizes the huge difference in this battle, Rurik of Ross is rewriting everyone's concept of battle formation.

Biyonny ran back from the trebuchet: "Everything is ready. Your weapon can kill a lot of attacking enemies."

"No!" Rurik, who was standing in front of the formation, stretched out his right hand slightly.

"What? You're worried about those weapons? We're at sea..."

Rurik raised his chin and gestured: "This battlefield is a bit cramped, I guess the enemy will rush forward like crazy. Our weapons may not have many opportunities to shoot, and the war is still a short battle to win. Fighting, you are the best. strong."

Biyonni subconsciously touched his bald head with blue tattoos, and stuck out his tongue with a smile, just like the behavior of a tiger: "That's great. I'm a terrifying wolf, and I'll devour them alive."

Rurik still had a calm face, and glanced slightly to the east: "Look, the sun has come out. Odin is watching us."

Biyonni turned his head, his face bathed in the golden light of the morning.

He turned his head again: "Great, God will witness our victory. So, what about the enemy?"

"It's already here."

"Here? I didn't see anything."

"Just in the woods, the enemy troops have come. I feel their breath."

Rurik faced the forest with a smile on his face. He had the confidence to win. The only question was how much the army he commanded lost. Forget it, these people are not Rus, just Rus' allies. They lost some elite soldiers, which is equivalent to increasing Ross' influence.

Of course Rurik wasn't black enough to use this battle to cut down on the Balmers.

Everything was as Rurik said, and those cavalrymen who disappeared reappeared.

The cavalry were still as pompous as they had been when they appeared, and the spears were still tied with beautiful orange ribbons. The Vikings noticed that there were riders on horseback among the cavalry, and many people held orange and white flags.

"The enemy's riders have appeared, and their commander may be about to appear." Rurik muttered casually.

"I'll shoot him with a crossbow." Biyonni was eager to try.

"You? Aren't you afraid that this is not honorable enough?"

"Bah! Killing the enemy is glorious. God only sees the result, not my process."

Rurik shrugged, his confirmation of Biyonni's theory. But is there a good chance of sniping the enemy commander? Their commander-in-chief should be the king, and the king should hide in the dark under the escort of many Guardsmen.

"Don't be impulsive, let's see what other actions the enemy has."

Seeing the cavalry, quite a number of Vikings were stunned.

The reproduced cavalry did not attack, each cavalry stood like a statue, and in the gaps between them, a large number of infantrymen with kite shields appeared.

Their shields are also smeared with various patterns, and some people have obviously reinforced their wooden shields with metal.

Rurik squinted and looked up at Biyonni: "Look, these infantrymen should be considered elite."

"Bah! It's no different from what we've encountered before."

"There is one difference."

"What is it?" Biyonni was taken aback.

"The number of new enemies is huge."

"That's it? What did I think it was? It's good to have more of them, so we can kill more enemies."

"You go back to the rear first. I'm going to stand with the torsion slingshot myself, and you have the people who operate the weapon, and I have to direct them to do things." Rurik said casually.

"I'm going to stay here, and my crossbow is going to show its power."

"Okay, stay safe. I'm taking Floki and Esbjorn to steer the slingshot now." After that, Rurik deftly disappeared into the formation.

Point of view to the Northumbrian Army here.

A large number of soldiers came out of the forest, and they ushered in the early morning war with extremely complicated feelings.

Just as they had just woken up from the slaughter at dawn and resumed their march with mixed feelings, the cavalry team tasked with chasing the attackers withdrew.

Captain Aston reported the most real battlefield situation to Ernred in the past. Compared with the large number of enemies, many ships floating on the sea, and even the combat effectiveness of the enemy should not be underestimated, these situations gave way to the fact that the monastery was burned down.

Ernred was furious, and Bishop Ai of Bamburgh, who learned the bad news, fainted.

When the bishop was awakened by the young priest, the clergyman completely lost his solemnity and restraint. He was supported and stood in front of the king, weeping: "The barbarians have destroyed the monastery, must have killed everyone, and the relics of the tabernacle have been destroyed. They destroy. If we don't kill these savages, God will no longer protect us in Northumbria."

Seriously, the angry Ernred really wanted to cut off the bishop who taught him to do things. Because of his beliefs, he had to remain steady.

There was nothing to hesitate, a large number of enemies were on the beach, and the enemy was ready to be killed.

Ernred on horseback drew his sword, the pinnacle pointed to the end of the road, and everything was silent.

The Northumbrian army appeared in the open field at a rather scattered pace, first cavalry, then infantry.

Captain Aston's report on the loss of cavalry suddenly made Ernred have great concerns about continuing to use cavalry.

The king had to deduce the future on the issue of cavalry. Of course, he could force the cavalry to charge to squeeze out their role, but the result was that even if a tactical victory was won, the huge loss of cavalry troops could not be recovered in a short time. Without this strong force, the kingdom's cavalry superiority will also be lost.

Perhaps the sea barbarians are just here to loot gold and silver, and Mercia and Wessex both have the ambition to unify Britain.

Get the infantry on! Let the infantry kill them without leaving a piece of armor!

The most elite infantrymen in Northumbria began to line up. They tried to stand in neat ranks. The most well-dressed warriors were at the front, and the warriors at the back could see their crotch pulling only from their appearance. .

A large group of barefoot farmers in wet sackcloth carrying a variety of farm implements. They are not trained how to kill the enemy at all, but understand the basic methods of self-protection. Compared to participating in the slaughter, this group of people is equivalent to standing behind to increase their momentum during group fights.

Unlike the regular soldiers on the front line, this group of farmers can only fight against the wind, and if the war is unfavorable, they must consider escaping.

King Ernred knew this very well.

After all, he led an army to fight before he succeeded the king, and he still remembered the poor fighting ability of the peasants who opposed the nobles' peasant troops.

It was this experience that allowed him to judge that the enemy arrayed in front was a strong enemy just by intuition.

At least it is also a rival of the same level as the Mercia army.

The cavalry captain Aston rode his horse and approached the king: "Your Majesty, let me charge the men again. We can weaken their strength."

"No, we have lost more than ten horses, you can't attack rashly."

Aston hooked his head and wisely rode his horse back.

Unexpectedly, the king stopped him immediately, "Come back to me. You send someone to ask the enemy's demands."

"Ah! Your Majesty, it is necessary for us to deal with these barbarians? Can they understand our language?"

"You go! I at least know what their purpose is."

"As ordered."

Aston hurried to assign his men, while the king's eyes were now fixed on the mutilated image of the devastated monastery, and at other times the multitude of enemy ships near the shore. Especially when he saw a big ship, he only felt that he was dreaming.

The Northumbrian cavalry was behind the infantry, and the Vikings who were ready to fight were now excited, and they had no fear of the infantry.

But Rurik couldn't help worrying, and hurriedly asked Geiger's men to withdraw from the central army. All the 100 spearmen were pulled to the right flank of the team to display the horizontal formation, so as to prevent the enemy's cavalry from rushing out of the woods on the right flank.

The Vikings' central army seems to have weakened? Do not! Those Shetland archers who control bows are not professional hunters at all. Their task is to projectile and shoot with probability. These nearly 100 people can quickly control their shields and become sword and shield players.

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If it wasn't for the restraint of orders, some family leaders would have already planned to take their own people out of the front line and fight the enemy.

Beyonny shouted some encouraging words from the front of the line, and everyone followed.

In the eyes of the Northumbrian army, it was clear that there were a group of male lions standing opposite!

Are you going to fight these beasts? The monastery that was clearly a holy place has now disappeared! Turned into some blackened wreckage.

The recruited peasants, their humble status can only see the greatness of Lindisfarne Abbey from afar, and now they are standing here, seeing the tragedy of the Holy Land being ravaged. The farmers did not have any anger or sadness, and many people simply urinated their pants out of fear. Someone wanted to run away, but unfortunately it was impossible. As a result of escaping, he was caught and hanged, and his wife and children were to be slaves forever.

A cavalry captain, escorted by two entourages, rode slowly towards the Vikings' front.

Yevro kneels half-kneeling with his crossbow extremely vigilant, as do all of his guys.

"Follow my orders! Prepare to shoot! Aim!"

The noisy team quieted down as the enemy moved.

Rurik really heard Yevro's words, and he shouted from the height: "Stop! Don't be impulsive! They may be messengers."

However, the order to shoot has been given.

Including Biyonni himself, twelve crossbow arrows flew out. These arrows, designed to hit heavily armored targets, hit the right enemy.

They shot the man first and the horse, and all three horses fell down with arrows.

One of the three cavalrymen was crushed by the horse and couldn't move. After the other two got up, they were shocked and fled towards the truth.

The sudden situation shocked Ernred to slam his head, and in his rage, he almost bit the root.

Captain Aston was a little fortunate that one of his team captains had withdrawn safely.

He asked the king: "Your Majesty, the enemy has some strange weapons. We rush up and break their formation. This battle is our victory."

"Shut up! Aston." Ernred roared like a lion. "Forget your charge plan."

"But I think we can flank them." Aston also pointed to the Vikings' right flank, pointing out that there was an opening for the cavalry to advance (in essence, Rurik had taken precautions).

No matter how credible Aston is, Ernred refuses.

"Prepare the infantry to attack! Let the priest go to the front to bless the infantry." The king issued a direct order, and with the sound of the bugle, the Northumbrian army moved as a whole.

At the same time, the Vikings, including Rurik, felt that the enemy's general offensive had begun. If you don't rush by yourself, let the enemy rush into the formation? Balmerk Vikings don't think it's wrong to fight such a dull battle.

Suddenly, Rurik watched eagerly as a group of people in black robes walked out of the formation, actually...

"Haha? Sprinkle them with holy water to bless them? Strange behavior. Are you really using this to boost morale? Or is it simply comforting?" Rurik laughed awkwardly, but he stopped laughing soon.

The Vikings only thought the enemy was absurd, but the enemy didn't attack for a long time, and it was really boring to stand here by himself.

Must think of a trick to urge them to attack!