Rise of Rurik

Eyeliners placed on two sandbars in the Kattegat Strait, they noticed a large ship drifting in the distance.

A leader hurriedly summoned his men who were busy catching fish: "The enemy the leader wants us to look at has appeared, so let's get on the boat and report."

A bold young man shouted: "Do you really want the Red Dragon to fight? Our brothers rushed over. If we captured that big ship, we would all be heroes."

"Idiot! If it could, it would have been captured. Let's go!"

It was not until the Avrora got closer and closer that these bold people in the eyeliner realized how absurd what they had just thought.

A long ship appeared from the seemingly uninhabited sandbar and was spotted almost immediately.

Most of the combatants have gathered on the deck, including Rurik wearing a helmet. He personally controls a steel-armed crossbow and stands at the bow of the ship. While supervising the battle, he must also participate in the battle in person.

Even Noren, out of curiosity and courage, was standing on the deck, willing to help.

The long ship that suddenly appeared in the distance signaled a danger.

Rurik squinted and asked loudly, "Yavlo, what do you think that means?"

"It must be a scout."

"Where are they going?"

"Of course it's a letter to their boss."

"Their boss?" Rurik thought for a while, suddenly thought of an important person, and couldn't help stomping his feet excitedly: "We would be very lucky if the Danish leader would fight in person."

Yevluo was quite surprised, obviously his master planned to cross this strait without reluctance.

"My lord. We don't have to fight them if we don't have to."

"That's true. However, if all their leaders appear, say it! Let's fight or not!"

"This...if it's for honor."

"No!" Rurik shook his head, "Swedish King Olegin is dead. We Rus are also legally a part of Sweden. Olegin was killed by the Danish lord. Once we seize the opportunity to get revenge, we must not give up."

"Ah? It's just our ship?"

"Exactly.

Hopefully, I can find that ally. "

Yevluo wanted to persuade Rurik not to be too naive. One or more ships appeared on the vast sea. How to determine that someone on board was the most noble?

Yevro asked again: "So, what do we do with this ship? If we go full sail, we can catch up and sink it."

"Then chase! Sink it, capture a few prisoners and ask about the enemy's situation."

With the help of the wind, the Avlora carried more than 50 tons of supplies and ran wildly at sea with powerful potential energy. Her speed is maintained at about ten knots, which is the limit of sailing compared to ordinary long ships, but it has been proved that under extreme conditions, the Avlora can be blown by the strong wind in a storm and run at a speed of twenty knots. .

She galloped through the closing strait, and even as the long-eyed sailor rowed desperately, the Avrolla charged unstoppably.

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The time is ripe, Yevro yelled: "It's time to show your abilities! Seize the moment to launch!"

The newly recruited Balmerk mercenary is the first naval battle in his life. They commanded the torsion slingshots commandingly, and the five slingshots were fired almost at the same time when the Avrolla hit the enemy with a smooth broadside.

The distance between the two boats was only 20 meters. The rowers of the long boat screamed in horror. They all saw a row of people with bows standing on this ghostly boat, followed by a fatal blow.

Because "tongue" only needs one.

At a close enough distance, the torsion slingshot smashed the longboat out of four large holes, and the people on the boat were attacked by arrows on a large scale. They didn't have time to pick up the round shield hanging on the side of the ship for defense, and these Danes, who were only wearing commoner clothes or shirtless arms, were shot by arrows.

"Stop it! You're doing well!" Yevro gave an order to raise fire, and the Balmerk mercenaries in the first battle put down their bows in extreme tension.

A clean naval battle, this scene, Noren wearing a tin helmet can see it really.

Is that what a naval battle is like? Is this how the Rus fought?

Noren's heart was beating wildly, and she hurried to the bow to grab her husband Rurik's arm, though words were better than words.

"Are you afraid?"

"..."

"It's nothing." Rurik looked at the side of the ship calmly. "The battle has begun. The enemy is prepared, and we can't pass harmlessly. Give up the illusion and prepare for the battle. Dear, will you draw the bow?"

"I..." Noren pursed his lips and said suddenly, "I will."

"Give you a short wooden bow, and you'll shoot by my side once the war begins. Listen, my women must be female warriors. Now, fight with your Balmerk natives, while we all look at Balmerk The style of the leader's daughter."

After a while, a drowning person dragged the rope that was thrown onto the big boat.

As Rurik used to do, he promised not only to live, but to be released if he just said everything.

No, Yevluo didn't even need to beat him with a wooden stick himself. After the prisoner saw that all the drowning people were killed, considering his own situation, he said everything.

A boatload of men frowned as they listened to the "threat of war" from the captives.

Although Rurik and his brothers were mentally prepared, who would have thought that the Danes blocked (in name) all access to the Baltic Sea?

In particular, the Oresund waterway, which should be the widest and safest, has become the focus of guarding. The Danish leader Hafgen and the dangerous Red Dragon are cruising in the strait.

Yevluo didn't know whether to laugh or be sad: "Sir, the battle is inevitable. Since their leader is waiting for us to break in, we..."

"Of course it's an attack!" Rurik was gearing up, with an inexhaustible desire to fight in his eyes. "The bow is painted red? Is that Red Dragon their pride? The leader of the alliance, Havgen, is on that big ship?!"

"Tongue" apparently heard the muttering of the young and noble Lord of the North, and immediately climbed to Rurik's feet and prayed: "Hafgen is on that big ship, and he has been wanting revenge for months. If you break through the strait, fifty or even a hundred ships will intercept it. The Red Dragon will definitely fight you."

"Duel? Good!"

"Sir." The captive continued to pray: "I tell you the truth, release me now."

"Release? Of course." Rurik shrugged, "When we win your alliance, we will pull over and let you go."

"Ah! This..."

"What?" Rurik's mood suddenly changed, and he bowed his head in contempt. "You think we will be defeated? You will become bait for the fish?"

"Ah! No. You will win. You will... win!"

Obviously, the captive's heart could not imagine that his Robard tribe would be defeated.

Rurik was too lazy to speak, he gave Yevlo a sudden look, then glanced at the bow of the boat, and finally ordered the prisoner to stand up.

"Okay. I'll let you go now. Yevro, work, you know!"

"Okay! Your lord."

As a result, with a scream and the sound of falling into the water, the prisoner was thrown straight out of the bow. The body of the captive collided directly with the keel of the Avlora, and the person who fell into the water died on the spot...

The whole ship knew the truth. Next, of course, is the battle against the Red Dragon!

"Brothers! Ready for battle. Now, hang our flags on the mainmast! Old men, put on our shirts!"

"I don't want any cover up! I want the enemy to know that it is the Rus people who are fighting against them!"

From the mainmast of Avlora flies the oar-flag interlaced with blue stripes on a white background, and many Danish lords of this flag already know the power it represents - the Swedes.

Today's Rus belong to only part of Sweden, but last year's war was called the "West Baltic War". All forces were involved in it. A large number of Gotlanders fled into Jutland, which the Danes clearly remember. up that flag.

The flying flag was Rurik's deliberate provocation, and the phantom of the big ship made the Danish longships within a radius of five nautical miles to see it very clearly.

When it was almost noon, the battle was inevitably about to break out.

The Avlora has entered the entrance to the Oresund! Her overly flamboyant figure has long been discovered by the waiting Danes.

These days, the leader of the alliance, Hafgen, ordered the Red Dragon to stand by. He is always polishing his iron sword, and his will to fight has never changed due to the advancement of time.

Just as their fighting spirit was high, their subordinates reported the information that everyone was looking forward to in ecstasy.

"That's great!" Hafgen pulled out his long sword and ran aggressively aboard the Red Dragon, which was parked on standby.

As many as two hundred warriors boarded the most powerful of the Viking longships, and people left the mooring chanting.

Behind him, ten long ships followed.

The huge blade propels the ship forward. From a bird's-eye view, an ordinary dragon-headed longship looks like a scorpion, while the Red Dragon is a sinister red-headed centipede.

This Danish fleet is indeed very dangerous. The Robard tribe has organized a very strong fleet in northern Europe in this time and space. If Hafgen intends to go south and float to the Seine, the Frankish king will be afraid.

But what's the use of this?

The Rus people under Rurik's rule were not playing a game of chess with the whole of Europe.

This was a battle of fate, and Rurik at the bow could clearly see the entire fleet that suddenly appeared.

"Red Dragon? That must be the longest ship." Yevlo said with his sword.

Rurik blocked the midday sun with his hand, and he could clearly see the long ship, which was as slender as a sea serpent. Compared with other ships, it was indeed very special.

"This must be the Red Dragon. Gee, except for the long hull, many oarsmen, two masts and sails, can this be called powerful?"

Yevro kindly reminded: "Sir, we should be vigilant."

"Your reminder is good. In my opinion, the battle is over. We'll win easily. Hey, it's boring..."

His lord was actually sighing, this young and beautiful boy would be disappointed and sighed because the victory was too easy? ! Should he be praised for his bravery and confidence, or should he say nothing?

Yevro chose to keep his mouth shut, and then carefully implemented his responsibilities, that is, requiring the mercenary soldiers under him to abide by their responsibilities, completely obeying orders in battle, and showing no mercy to the enemy.

Rurik was indeed very disappointed. He could not have imagined that the long ship of the Red Dragon, which was blown away by the captives, and the pride of Denmark, was such a thing? !

If the average longboat is equivalent to a car, then the Red Dragon is the lengthened Lincoln.

But the posture of the Avlora is clearly a heavy tank!

As the distance drew nearer, Rurik noticed that the assembled enemy fleet was taking some tactical formation.

Rurik, who originally thought this was nothing more than another quick victory, suddenly realized that the enemy was actually taking a "sea pincer offensive".

"Are the Danes going to double-team me? They'll give me a little threat then."

There is a saying that capture the thief first and capture the king, and Rurik gave the simplest battle order: "Brothers! Target the largest ship! Target the Red Dragon! Charge! Listen to my orders and sink the Red Dragon! Kill the Red Dragon! All the enemies of ! Kill the Danish lord!"

Yes, considering the strength of the big ship, Hafgen and his cronies could think of a pincer attack as the most reasonable tactic.

The Red Dragon is the core of the Chinese army, and a large number of long ships on both wings are responsible for double-teaming. Hafgen believed that his red dragon was strong enough to stop the enemy's momentum. Once it succeeds, it is the siege of the insect swarm, and countless hooks and claws climb up with the soldiers, and the victory belongs to Denmark.

The two sides of the battle had a tacit understanding of the duel.

But it was the Avroola who took the lead.

The bull catapult threw a large number of stones, although only two of the stone bullets hit the red dragon, causing a rower's head to explode and die.

The sudden casualties made Hafgen feel incredible, and the distance between the two ships was still very far (about 250 meters).

All trebuchets have only one chance to fire, and even the Avlora has only one chance to charge.

If a real military general is riding a horse, it is absurd to fight for 300 rounds.

Rurik saw the current situation clearly, and the real killer was one blow.

This is exactly the case with Avrora. Her current displacement is close to 100 tons, which is truly a miracle of a ship in this time and space. On the other hand, the Red Dragon has a total displacement of only 30 tons, even if it carried 200 people.

If Avroola's bronze bulbous bow collided, it didn't even need to actually happen. According to traditional physics calculations, Rurik would have won.

Now, it's like a school field competition between two heavily armored knights. The pride of the Danish leader Hafgen is being eroded away by the imminent threat! This daring and arrogant man standing on the bow is like a handsome boy standing in front of a speeding truck.

From a distance, the big boat with the jib is not very big, but the collision is about to happen, and Hafgen finally understands what his seriously injured brother-in-law was crying about at the time! My sister didn't tell any lies! Poor Hafgen had no chance to escape, he was just a chariot.

The bow of the Avrora left on the water was as high as four meters. Like a boulder, she simply collided directly with the Red Dragon!

The red snake head smeared with cinnabar was directly smashed into powder.

The strength is relative, and the Avrora also trembled violently, and most of the people on the deck fell to the ground due to the tremor even if they were prepared.

Lurikla pulled Noren and hurriedly stood up from the deck.

Just now, due to the violent impact, the Avrora slanted violently. Fortunately, the huge amount of wheat in the cabin caused the center of gravity to be below the waterline, and she quickly stabilized the hull.

"Hey! Look at the situation! Is our ship damaged!" Rurik shouted.

A sailor hurriedly jumped into the cabin, and there was a muffled roar: "Boss! We are indestructible!"

Rurik was overjoyed, and shouted at the probably dizzy brothers: "Fight! Get up and fight! Let the Red Dragon sink completely!"

The impact was over, and the Avrora had actually passed through the Danes' line of defense, and Rurik could have ordered the stabilized ship to sail away in the Baltic Sea.

Although the Red Dragon was mortally wounded, it was like a bull with its throat cut off. It was struggling, but it was still some time away from death.

However, Hafgen, a hero of a generation, was smashed to pieces by the bulbous bow of the Avlora in the collision just now!

Perhaps a noble noble, his death in battle should also be vigorous.

It's like the Lionheart killed by a farmer's crossbow sniper, like the heavily armored Barbarossa who fell from a horse and drowned while crossing the river.

Some nobles are too bold, not knowing that their position on the battlefield can be regarded as courting death.

Hafgen, the leader of the Danish alliance, died at the age of thirty-seven.

The cause of death, standing on the bow of his ship Red Dragon, intending to stop the Avrora's advance, was hit and killed on the spot.

But how did Rurik know in the first place that he killed the Danish leader with his own hands and avenged the bloody revenge for his other two wives, Carlota and Ella?

Under the operation of the savvy sailors, the Avlora turned smoothly, and various long-range weapons were fired on the ship, slaughtering the group of terrified and helpless Danish soldiers standing on the sinking red dragon. Poor, these Danes released a little arrow, made a symbolic resistance, and then faced the crushing of the bottom of the rushing ship.

After all, the Red Dragon is an open-top extended version of the longship. If it is a traditional Nordic jump-gang naval battle, this ship is definitely the king of the sea. However, the entire bow of the ship was destroyed, the sea water quickly poured into the whole ship, and then under Rurik's instructions, the whole ship sank...

The other longships were shocked! Many Danes realized that their leader, Hafgen, had died in battle. What should we do now? The red dragon is dead! That sea monster-like ship is still slaughtering recklessly!

The long ships were scattered, and their will to fight collapsed, and they rowed straight to the nearest shore.

It seems that all the dust has settled, and the red dragon sank in the channel of the strait. There are a lot of wood blocks, floating corpses, and even people trying to swim to the sea with broken wood.

"It's over! It's over. As your lord said, we won in one fell swoop." Yevlo panted and laughed.

Rurik nodded, put his arms around his emotional Noren, and faced the men with different expressions on the deck: "I don't know if the Danish leader is dead. You see, their pride has turned into sawdust, maybe Among these floating corpses is that nasty Hafgen. We won! Come on, let's go back to Roseburg!"

The battle took only half an hour from start to finish.

Avrora continued to advance by the north wind, and in the evening, the narrow waterway suddenly opened up.

Rurik, has returned to the Baltic Sea.