Rise of Rurik

Continue to let priests buff Northumbrian infantry?

no! The Viking warriors had been standing up long enough to keep the enemy's prewar rituals in check.

Rurik, standing high, ordered all the operators of the torsion slingshot: "Maximum range! Look at my flag!"

He looked down at the bull catapult matrix where the positions were arranged: "Press the lever to the lowest level, install the stone! Look at the flag!"

Seeing that they were all ready, Rurik ordered the flag-bearer to slam forward the Rus flag with blue stripes on a white background.

This probability shot, the torsion slingshot and the catapult have the maximum range, and the cast iron and stone bullets are violently ejected, especially the catapult.

The projectile smashed past silently, just as the enemy's position was within the maximum range.

The 300-meter confrontation between the two armies is already a very long distance. Ernred can't imagine whether there is some kind of arrow that can fly such a long distance.

Indeed, what flew over was not an arrow, but a stone, an iron bullet!

The deadly stone fell from the sky and directly hit the lined up soldiers, causing tragic deaths on the spot.

Although this round of shooting caused eight casualties in the Northumbria Military Region, most of the projectiles were misplaced, which still caused a terrifying psychological shock to them.

Ernred's view of war has been rewritten, and what was supposed to be a perfectly safe place is now in danger.

He suddenly thought of running away, but now the team started to riot. Even the elite infantry soldiers were shocked by the sudden and tragic death of their companions.

Soldiers, the most fearful thing is the unexplainable death of their comrades around them. Because of empathy, a soldier who has been trained in professional fighting is faced with a sudden and unnecessary death. Who can guarantee that he will not be the next unlucky one?

Just as the Northumbrian army was in chaos, a pile of stones came crashing down. This time there were only three casualties, but farmers were already running away.

Ernred was furious, and he finally gave the order: "The warriors of Northumbria! Shock! Kill the enemy!"

Continuing to stay here is to sit still and wait until the attack order is given. Those elite kingdom warriors with kite shields have been unable to accept the blessing of holy water, and they have begun to charge unstructured skirmishers.

The following farmers carried scythes, dung, forks, and even iron flails for threshing, and hooted and charged behind the infantry.

For those who attempted to escape were overtaken by the cavalry, ordered by the king, and killed by the arrows of the cavalry. Those lowly peasants knew that the king had cut their way, and they couldn't complain about why the noble king and noble cavalry were spectators. Join the fight.

On the Viking side, there is no need for Rurik himself to shout at the next thing.

Rurik stood on the high platform where all the torsion slingshots were placed. He arched his back slightly and stretched out his right hand to signal the Shetlander behind him to throw arrows at the sky.

The wooden bows of the entire team were hit by the Shetlanders in this battle. They could not participate in the frontal fight but wounded people by shooting arrows. Many Balmerk warriors on the front line did not feel that their allies were honored.

However, the soldiers of Balmerk didn't have the time to care about those people. The sharp corners of their eyes were close to the corners of the round shield, and a hand holding a sword was trembling subconsciously.

The people holding crossbows, including Biyongni, were half-kneeling at the spear formation of the Chinese army at the moment. He temporarily turned into an infantryman, following Yevlo's orders to shoot arrows.

"Steady! Don't be nervous!"

"Bring them close and shoot."

"Aim for their necks, their faces! Blind their eyes!"

Yevro shouted rhythmically, the soldiers beside him were speechless, and the situation even moved him very much, as if the fishermen in Balmerk were not standing behind him, but those who were standing in the final battle on Gotland last year. A superb Novgorod spearman.

The arrows thrown by the short wooden bow began to show their power. The arrows did not cause the overwhelming arrow rain effect. It did cause casualties to the charging enemy.

Torsion slingshots and trebuchets, have already caused the death of the enemy.

The stormtroopers of Northumbria, their minds have gone blank, and any small warrior is swept up in the torrent. Fear? So far it doesn't matter.

The companions around him suddenly fell to the ground for unknown reasons, perhaps killed by arrows or stoned to death.

Any ranged weapon can stop the onslaught of the crowd, and hand-to-hand combat is about to happen.

"Now! Shoot!" Yevlo seized the opportunity, and a dozen people suddenly fired crossbow bolts.

At least eight enemies were dealt fatal blows in an instant, and Yevlo and the others hurriedly returned to the spear formation with their crossbow in hand. He still struggled to cry: "Brothers, follow me to the heights."

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As soon as more than a dozen of them left, the collision between the infantrymen began.

The formation of each Viking shield wall hopes that the warriors protect almost the entire torso with a shield, the left leg is in the front and the right leg is in the back in an anti-collision posture, and the sword and the axe are naturally placed on the shield, waiting for an opportunity to stab.

The combination of the shield and the iron helmet made the Vikings' front line strong enough, and the round shield collided with the opponent's kite shield, almost inevitably resisting the opponent's collision.

Suddenly, the battlefield was full of flesh and blood!

Viking swords began to stab wildly, battle axes swung wildly. Many Viking warriors huddled behind their shields, slashing and stabbing indiscriminately at positions roughly in front of them.

The Vikings in the back row were also armed with polearms, either jabbing or smashing from the sky.

"This doesn't look like a bloodbath, why is it a bit like a group fight?" Rurik on the highland sullen, and since the occupation was completely within his own prediction, he was not nervous at all.

At this moment, Yevluo took all the people to serve as the foundation of the earth and wood construction. Although the terrain is relatively cramped, the height is only about one meter, which is a strategic commanding height.

Yevluo said nothing, the strong mercenary immediately forcibly wound the steel-arm crossbow with his strong arms. After they were wound, they inserted arrows into the arrow slot immediately, and shot at random at the dense enemy lines.

By their side, the Shetlanders were still desperately shooting arrows into the air. They shot the captured arrows at a great angle, and they shot the Northumbrian farmers with Northumbrian arrows. .

The craziest battle was in the middle of the Viking army, where the wall of spears built by Biyonni's men became an impenetrable barrier.

Armored infantrymen in Northumbria with kite shields may use their shields to block the jabs of multiple spears, but in the face of two hundred spears, the soldiers face despair.

This is mixed with Northumbria's own spears, spearheads of various styles, and even just sharpened wooden poles, which can cause huge damage.

The more than ten people who successfully rushed to the front of the battle were aware of the situation, but under the shoving of the soldiers in the rear, their shields were stabbed away, their bodies were smashed by spearheads, and their chain mail was almost useless.

The battle between the two sides was not clear in a short time, and the Vikings also began to suffer losses. Some were stabbed to the ground by the swords of the warriors of Northumbria, and the warriors behind took the injured brother away and immediately replenished the front.

More and more casualties were pulled to the rear, but the Viking Front was rock solid.

A large number of Northumbrian corpses appeared at the front line, and the infantry could not break through the Viking line at all.

King Ain Reid, who was watching the battle from a distance, imagined that he had a huge number of infantry, and only one charge would be able to take advantage of this advantage and break through the enemy line like a mudslide.

However, the strength of the enemy formation is beyond imagination.

"Why? Why hasn't the enemy overwhelmed." He stood on the saddle, sticking his head out and shouting in confusion.

The cavalry captain Aston held back his breath. Seeing this anxious state, he hoped to make a swift flank raid to overwhelm the enemy. But he didn't want to remonstrate, because the king just told him to shut up.

King Ainred was still watching the anxious occupation, and he squinted to see that some farmers with wooden sticks were fleeing.

"Damn traitors! Why are you running away! The others are clearly fighting!"

"Do you want me to increase taxes again before you dare to go back to the front?!"

Ernred was just yelling at the rear, and his men did not make any progress. These barbarians at sea were completely masters of land warfare, and they were formidable enemies that were difficult to defeat.

This is indeed the case, because Rurik taught the Balmers in this battle the means of "opening and grounding".

In the trebuchet matrix in the safe area, each trebuchet only needs to charge a mere 30% of the power, and throwing stones fifty or sixty meters away can hit the enemy, so its launch efficiency is extremely high.

The torsion slingshot itself does not need to be fully charged, and it can smash the skulls of enemies not far away by installing projectiles with half of the charging power.

The advantage of Northumbria's large number of troops has now become a disadvantage. They spontaneously wanted to outflank the Vikings' right flank (the left flank was the sea), only to find that the right flank was already prepared. Anyone who tries to outflank, or is stabbed to death and driven away by the spearmen of the waiting Geiger.

Even the Vikings started a front push back!

In the Northumbrian army, the number of warriors with bows was very small, and their bows and arrows naturally tried to hit heavy weapons in high places. Rurik was standing on a high ground. From his point of view, the enemy's arrows could not injure him at all. On the contrary, those archers were brutally killed by the crossbow-wielding Yevlo and others because they were a real threat.

The Vikings on the front line have been suffering casualties, compared to the losses of their opponents.

The casualties of his own are completely within the acceptable range, and the situation on the battlefield is under Rurik's control.

It's just a little weird.

"Strange thing! The ancient peasant team, shouldn't they flee if they lose 5%? Are these guys really going to burn down the monastery for me and fight me to the last drop of blood?" Rurik muttered, looking around. , Obviously there are men in rough clothes running away, and those people are clearly farmers.

The rout of the armed peasants had clearly occurred.

Alas! And the escaped farmer who turned back to the front? !

Rurik quickly understood the situation.

It was the cavalry, and the Northumbrian cavalry was ordered to kill the fleeing men.

"There's still a team of supervisors? You idiots, you have a cavalry team, and there have been no wall collisions in battles until now." Rurik himself was speechless to the enemy. He didn't know that the King of Northumbria was watching the battle on the edge of the woods. , I do not know that in order to preserve the strength of the cavalry, the king deliberately ordered the cavalry to act as the supervising team.

"Supervise the battle? I will let you supervise the battle! If this goes on, your orange-clad soldiers will die, and the remaining farmers will be sheep to be slaughtered."

Rurik keenly noticed those soldiers whose main color was orange, and they were more determined to fight. As for those dressed in various styles, it would be no exaggeration to say that they were spectators who were dangling with wooden sticks. The peasants couldn't help. If the peasants were forced to flee collectively, would the cavalry supervising the battle kill them all?

The screams of killing on the battlefield never ceased. Fifty Viking warriors were seriously injured or killed from the front line to the rear.

The Balmerk Vikings, this group of fishermen have trained their physique in the usual fighting games, logging and transporting rocks, but the lack of armor to protect them made them suffer. At least the battle still maintains a relatively stable front. If the occupation turns into a chaos of thousands of people, Rurik cannot guarantee that the Viking warriors will still have the advantage.

The shield wall is not only a means of saving the lives of individuals in the team, but also allows the entire team to form a fighting group. Compared to the beginning of the battle, the Viking Shield Wall had advanced ten steps. The corpses that were not pulled behind him were all Northumbrian warriors who died horribly.

Suddenly, a sailor who was instructed to operate the trebuchet threw onto the platform and shouted to Rurik: "My lord! The reserves of pebble projectiles have been smashed. There are still some on the big ship, we..."

"Are you an idiot? Is there still time to go to Avrolla to get the projectiles?!"

"But our..."

At this moment, Yevluo also hurriedly interjected: "We made a misjudgment, and we didn't expect that the consumption of arrows would be so large."

"Have you run out of arrows too?" Rurik asked.

"It's about to run out. Even spikes without fins."

Rurik finally felt a little urgency. He stomped his feet hard, blaming himself for underestimating the enemy's will to fight and causing the ammunition reserve to be low.

Suddenly, looking at the small boulders that accompany the earth platform under his feet, he had a flash of inspiration.

"There are bullets! There are bullets everywhere."

The tiny face that Rurik squatted down and put on was really puzzling.

He dug out a rock, a little smaller than a ping-pong ball, and threw it to the sailors on standby.

"Go! Look for stones like this from the ground, pile them up in the trebuchet pockets and fire them."

"Ah! This... my lord, with all due respect, such stones can only smash people, but not the enemy at all."

"It's just smashing people! Thirty small stones in a leather pocket can smash and injure 30 enemies. If you smash them into a dizzy, bruised face, you won't have the energy to continue fighting."

The sailor didn't say much, and didn't want to understand the subtlety of the boss's decision.

For the bull catapult, it was designed to throw anything that could fit in a leather pocket.

This is by the sea, and there are small stones mixed in the gravel everywhere. The leather pockets of the trebuchets are stuffed with these ineffective stones, but the operation of the ten trebuchets is to strike the enemy with bullets.

The catapult fires the shotgun! Inflicts damage in a radius of about two meters to enemies sixty meters away.

Of course, these stones could not kill anyone, but they gave the peasant warriors behind the Northumbrian army front a head-on blow.

Some people's heads were smashed to the point of spitting blood, and they even fainted with Venus in their eyes. Others had their noses broken, their faces scratched, and one eye was smashed. The arm and chest were hit, causing minor but very uncomfortable internal bleeding. These farmers only have small shields made of wooden boards, and they don't even have any protective weapons.

Even denser than the shot arrows are the shotgun formations shot by the trebuchets! If there is a salvo, ten trebuchets must have more than 400 stones the size of ping-pong balls.

Perhaps it was three rounds of shelling that continued, and the farmers of Northumbria fled backwards. They didn't get out of line, they just retreated out of trebuchet range, clutching their wounded faces and arms.

The farmers did not dare to retreat, for fear of being hacked to death by their own cavalry as traitors. But they pulled out anyway, making defeat seem inevitable for the warriors who were slashing at the most anxious risk. Many had died, and the line of the sea barbarians remained as hard as a stone wall. Military advantage? The farmers have escaped! The brothers have consumed a lot of physical strength and continue to stay here, only the ending of being killed by the enemy is exhausted!

The farmer's dodging of the cannonball caused a chain reaction beyond Rurik's expectations. He was excited to see the orange infantry of the enemy, and the sharp and tenacious men finally couldn't stand it and began to flee.

"They fled! The enemy fled!" Rurik immediately shouted, and then everyone standing on the heights shouted that the enemy was fleeing.

The Balmerk Viking warriors, who were still fighting and felt extremely anxious about the battle, were in high spirits, and they issued thunderous Viking battle cries one after another.

What happened to the distant King Ernred, who could not see himself from a distance, but the sight of failure has been highlighted.

Although the kingdom's war horses are very precious, so are the cavalry. But if his army of 2,000 were defeated here, his prestige would be damaged, as would his kingdom's strength.

At this point, a decision he once rejected, now it seems that it is really going to be enforced at a critical juncture.

Perhaps, that is the only way to save a battle that is one step away from collapse.

Ernred suddenly shouted: "Aston!"

"The minister is here!"

"Listen to the order! Reorganize all the cavalry!"

The king's eyes showed fortitude, and his eyes had already explained that, Aston was overjoyed: "This minister will rectify the cavalry."