Rise of Rurik

The Frankish cavalry knocked down the militiamen under the command of the Ross army in droves. The cavalrymen who were not delayed by the chaos left the field temporarily with their horses with blood-stained hoofs, and then launched a second round of offensive.

Even if there are less than thirty cavalry left.

Some recruits are so scared that they wet their pants when they go to the battlefield for the first time, while some are not afraid of life and death.

At this moment, young Hubert saw that his father's horse had fallen, and his father himself was involved in the rebellion...

He ignored the pain and did not panic, and his next actions were completely dictated by instinct.

"My father is in the rebel army! Soldiers, follow me and charge again."

He looked around, not caring about the expressions of those people. He clamped his feet on the horse's belly and continued to charge towards the chaos with his broad-edged iron sword raised and roaring.

At this moment, the landing site of the Ross Army had turned into a scene of chaos.

If Baron Wolfgang is killed in battle, his eldest son naturally takes over as the new baron. If the eldest son also dies, the second son succeeds to the title.

The elite followers didn't care too much, and now even if someone wanted to protect the young master, there was no chance.

The brave Hubert took the lead, followed by the baron's cavalry and entered the chaos again.

The momentum of the cavalry was inevitably offset, and young Hubert was worthy of his youth. He slashed left and right with his iron sword. Anyone who was not wearing his own clothes was an enemy.

He didn't even have time to look for his father in the chaos, he just took the initiative to attack any enemy he saw.

Many militiamen had been hacked to death and injured by him. Suddenly, as the war horse was deliberately hacked, the frantic war horse lifted him off in pain. The aristocratic young man who had fallen badly got up, picked up the iron sword that had fallen not far away and continued to fight. This time, Hubert met a Rus warrior wearing a white robe with blue stripes.

"White devil! I'll send you to hell!" He roared and slashed with his sword. A fierce metal collision caused sparks to fly.

However, his iron sword finally got bent.

He was suddenly hit by the huge Russian round shield, and the young warrior fell down. The Russian warrior who rushed forward simply held the sword with both hands and stabbed with all his strength.

Thanks to the iron piece hidden in the cloth armor that protected his heart, the steel sword suddenly bent and fell out of the Ross warrior's hand.

Hubert, who had just escaped, didn't care too much. He got up instinctively, and suddenly he was hit hard by an ax on the back of his neck. The young noble's first battle is his final battle, and everything is over...

The eldest son was killed in battle, and the courageous Baron Wolfgang of Saar had no clue, or he himself was dying.

Just as the cavalry was charging wildly, the spearhead of a militiaman hit the gap in the armor without missing a beat. Because he charged so hard, he hit the spearhead himself.

He was vomiting blood, his calf was still pressed by the dead horse, and he couldn't move even more as he vomited blood.

The two armies caught in a chaotic battle relied on the clothes of others to distinguish ourselves from the enemy. After all, even the Nassau and Coblenz militiamen specially put on simple white robes. Although there was no blue cloth strip sewn on, they still fully proved their identity.

The battlefield like a flesh and blood mill was further eroding. The black fox of the chicken thief rolled and crawled to the river. He was already covered in mud, and was stained with a lot of blood while crawling. When he stood up by the river, even his beard was stained. of other people's blood.

Like a polar bear that had just bitten a seal, even its white fur was red with blood stains.

The scene in front of him was very messy. He was deeply stimulated and could no longer care about cowardice. He carried the sword and rushed to the battlefield regardless of the fallen helmet.

It has to be said that this fat young man also has blond hair. His blond hair has become a symbol in the chaos.

It's as if this guy is imitating King Rurik of Rus.

The black fox no longer had any cowardice and no need to think wildly. Seeing that there was a dying and squirming enemy on the ground, he stabbed the wounded man's vitals with his sword a few times.

Until by chance, the Black Fox stood beside the dying Baron Wolfgang.

The man in front of him who was vomiting blood opened his blood-red eyes. This man's face was livid and covered in mud. His well-decorated outer robe was completely different from other Frank soldiers.

"You...are a noble?"

Wolfgang muttered despite the pain, and slowly stretched out his right hand, clearly wanting to express something.

But the black fox didn't give him another chance. He raised his sword high and aimed at the man's weak neck. He announced his identity in Frankish: "I am the Baron of Wiesbaden who was consecrated by Ludwig, and I was ordered to attack Saar. Go to hell!"

If the opportunity permits, the enemy who is about to be killed must make it clear to him. This has always been the rule in the north, and even now the black fox is no exception.

He vaguely felt that this person was probably Baron Sal, since he had boasted so much before the war...

With the final assassination, Wolfgang's suffering was over. Black Fox, who was half-kneeling, found an axe, cut off the man's head with his mouth tightened, and his face turned blood red.

Regardless of whether he is Baron Sal, this guy must be.

The black fox simply inserted his sword into the head, raised it high, and shouted to the people who continued to fight: "Baron Sal is dead! I killed him! I am Paul Black Fox!" I killed Baron Sal!"

Some of those Frank warriors who fell off their horses still persisted in fighting. Even if the situation became more critical, as noble retainers, when they swore allegiance, they decided not to break their oath.

But what happened? !

The baron's iron helmet was deliberately gilded, and the pure gold stood out particularly prominently on the gray-black helmet. However, other retinues of the cavalry did not have the financial resources and were not qualified to add such decorations.

And that helmet and the human head underneath were actually lifted high by a golden-haired "fat pig"? !

"No! The Baron is dead!"

"what should we do?!"

A sudden mistake was the flaw. The Russian army who had eaten a lot of food early in the morning had an advantage against the enemy who had not eaten breakfast. Now the last enemy was careless, and the Russian soldiers holding shields finally completed the final assassination.

Of course, there were also a few people who completely lost their will and fled north, and behind them were the Ross warriors who were constantly pursuing them.

On the other side of the main battlefield, the elite Ross army veterans completely suppressed Baron Thrall's army. Those who had eaten attacked those who had not. The battlefield after the shields collided was like a meat grinder. The personnel were squeezed like herrings in a can, and they were arranged so densely that most of the soldiers became stabbing with swords. The space has been squeezed out. There is no art in such a strategy, and it becomes a contest of strength.

Even though Thrall's side had more troops, their breakfast was still bubbling in the kitchen, and the cook had long since disappeared.

Even Baron Saar's wife, along with her young son and a few maids, got into a specially reserved carriage and ran along the Roman Avenue in the north direction of Kaiserslautern.

The old woman's eyes were filled with tears. She hugged her little son tightly and couldn't bear to look back.

The total collapse of the Saar Army finally occurred.

Because the casualties of the elite soldiers were increasing, the Salfang militiamen, who could only fight with the wind, were unwilling to fight unless they were put to death. They threw away their weapons and ran towards the north as fast as possible. Even the collapse was directly related to the Baron's family who fled in a carriage. Now that the nobles have escaped, there is no need for everyone to be loyal.

The Thrall army, which had only retreated slowly during the Ross army's stormy attack, now had no fighting spirit.

Wadi looked behind him. Not far away, the little fat man actually held up his head to show off his power? ! I couldn't help but burst into laughter.

Vardy's worst fears did not happen, even if the landing site turned into "a puddle of mud."

An individual's cry will be easily drowned in the chaos of hundreds or even thousands of people. What the brothers want now is an obvious leader.

Wadi simply threw away his shield, pulled out the hand ax hanging from his belt with his left hand, rushed out of the shield wall stained with a lot of blood, and took the lead in attacking the fleeing enemy...

Sarabrücken has finally become a completely undefended town!

Those peaceful residents who were incapable of participating in the war fled on foot when the attack occurred. Now hundreds of militiamen and elite retinues who have thrown away their weapons are also on the run. Individual knights gave up their oaths, their mansions, and their families. Their desire for survival took over, and they took off their helmets and cloth armor just to make their escape faster.

At least five hundred people of all kinds fled the town, and many more died in the pursuit of the Russian army.

The brothers robbed and killed at will. Wadi stared at the tallest tower here and called on the sixty-degree warriors: "Follow me and break the fortress!"

The defenders were gone. They rushed into the undefended fortress and easily smelled the scent of wheat. Following the scent, everyone ran towards the shack, and they happened to see at least ten large pottery jars bubbling with gush.

The delighted soldier smiled from ear to ear: "Boss, this way we will have lunch."

"Yes. Don't talk nonsense. Go to the tower first and take a look. If there is gold, we will move it away. You...be careful and don't get ambushed."

The soldiers who had suffered losses were extra careful this time, so they killed people who were actually hiding indiscriminately.

The fortress formed by the tower and its affiliated buildings is indeed a no-man's land. The granary building in it is too conspicuous. After the wooden door is opened, the meddlesome soldier stabs the sword and pulls it out with all his strength. He sees the blood-soaked bloodletting trough. There is already a layer of wheat grains stuck to it.

Obviously, these wooden houses with sloping roofs are all granaries, and all the sacks are full of grain, and the quantity is beyond imagination.

In a short period of time, the entire Sarabrücken was ransacked, and everyone who was hiding in the house was killed. Daily items were miscellaneous, and useful small items, and even the copper and silver coins found were pocketed by Rus warriors.

Wadi was sure that he would be able to find some gold and silver, but unfortunately he miscalculated.

Baron Sal had already prepared a backup plan. The bridge where he was stationed was inherently risky, or his fiefdom had become a place of dispute during the civil war. An individual can die, as long as the family survives, as long as there is still fire.

The baroness took the money box with her when she fled, and even the gold-plated dagger gifted by King Lothair. These belongings and tokens were enough to support the family's youngest son in making a comeback.

The blood on Wadi's face had dried hard. He stood panting on the top of the fortress tower. From here, he almost had a bird's-eye view of the entire town. He could clearly see the landing site of the Russian army and the army cleaning up the battlefield after the chaos. The mission target is clearly visible - the Saar River Bridge.

"Boss! No gold was found." A soldier reported angrily.

"What did you say?"

"This Baron Sal is a poor man. We rummaged through the boxes and cabinets to find him, but he didn't even have any copper coins."

"Absurd." Wadi turned around and couldn't help asking: "Could it be that someone hid the gold and silver they found?"

"Swear to all the gods! Including Frank's god." The soldier deliberately covered his chest. He did not complain because he was misunderstood, but he was still angry.

Soon another soldier reported, and the statement was still "The Baron is a poor man."

"Poor guy? Didn't you find the cellar?!"

"Looking for it, I found some rusty iron spears and swords in the cellar. They are gone."

"Did that Omlet say something wrong? That guy...don't be killed by the cavalry..." Wadi blew his nose and stared in disbelief. Everyone had learned nothing, but there was no point in continuing to stand on the high ground.

When he went downstairs, he heard the soldiers cheering and found a large amount of food. Many excited soldiers were already jumping up and down with sacks full of wheat on their shoulders. At least it's a good thing to find a huge amount of food to fill your stomach.

So, what is the way leader Omlet doing? He was fond of drinking and wanted to save his life to continue drinking, so when he saw a group of cavalry not following the routine and a chaotic battle broke out, he escaped from the ship. However, in order to make sure that he looked like he had been in a war, he randomly got blood on his hands from the corpses everywhere, and then smeared it on his robe and face.

Omlet easily joined the black fox. He never expected that this little fat man could hold a sword and hold up a noble head to show off deliberately. It looked like a ferocious beast showing off its prey.

"You're here. It seems that your God has saved you from death. Look!" The black fox then put down his terrifying head: "The helmet has a gold-plated pattern. Come and identify it. Is it Baron Sal?"

Omlet had never met the Baron himself, he had only heard of his name.

"You should ask the prisoner for his explanation."

"Prisoners?" If it hadn't been for Omlet's reminder, the army would have killed all the enemy's wounded soldiers.

Black Fox then began to intervene, and finally learned from the wounded enemy soldier who had not been executed that it was Baron Sal's head that he had beheaded, and the helmet with the gold-plated pattern was proof.

The chaotic battle has ended and the entire town has been occupied, which means that the army led by Black Fox has reached the mission target and is about to begin the key mission.

Before the operation, the army had full confidence in the army of the Middle Kingdom. The operation in the Baron of Sal went smoothly, but in the end it ushered in such a messy battle.

The casualties of the Ross Army were indeed considerable. More than half of the Nassau and Coblenz militias suffered casualties, and the Ross Army itself also suffered casualties.

More than one-tenth of the army of more than 500 people died in the battle, and there were nearly a hundred wounded soldiers of varying degrees. Of course, those who could be called wounded soldiers had neither deep wounds nor serious internal injuries. As for those seriously wounded, Black Fox had no conditions to rescue them. Faced with their dying pain, perhaps the best way was to send them to die early, even if the wounded soldiers were generally unwilling.

In the afternoon, corpses were scattered on the battlefield. Only the corpses of the Russian army were neatly stacked. If there was a chance that his body would be transferred back to Nassau for burial in the fall and winter, but now that it was summer, within three days the body would be filled with a terrifying stench.

Vardy reunited with the Black Fox, and the other two knights, Gilbert and Ballard, were also safe. The four of them thought about how to dispose of their bodies.

No, some big pits began to be dug, and the Catholic Nassau-Koblenz militia buried them in the open space next to the town. In order to prevent future enemies from deliberately digging graves, there was no need to place simple crosses on the graves.

Ten people on the Russian side died in the battle, thanks to the well-prepared soldiers wearing heavy armor, but unfortunately some people still died.

According to the rules of the north, ten pyres were piled up urgently, and in the evening the pyres were already ablaze.

And even more terrifying things began to unfold in the afternoon.

Black Fox really killed Baron Thrall. No matter how the little fat man did it, Vardy at least did it.

The corpses of other enemy dead were scattered everywhere, but their heads were all chopped off.

The victorious Russian army repeated what they did in Foklingas, cutting off the enemy's spears and throwing them on the battlefield, with bloody heads stuck at the spearheads.

Such a horrifying performance art was authorized by Ludwig. Hundreds of heads were erected, and the Russian soldiers who carried out the act were horrified to see what they had done with their own hands.

Wadi had no time to supervise his subordinates to do this. He personally stood on the bridge with the black fox and jumped and stepped on it. Not only did he understand its explanation, he also realized that destroying the bridge might not be easy.

No, strong men holding long-handled axes began to destroy the wooden bridge deck in the afternoon. There were also soldiers who deliberately went down to the water along the stone bridge piers. They were thinking about how to move the damn stones, but they had to stand in the water and let it go. Only when the river water reached its neck did the soldiers see clearly the structure of the bridge.

Stone piers and wooden walls? But in fact, it's not. The existence of those stone piers is clearly to reinforce a large number of wooden piles, and the wooden piles are the real bridge piers.

Either due to bad luck or fear, the victorious army changed their camp. They grilled horsemeat, which was sourced locally, and continued to cook the captured wheat.

It's a pity that there is too much wheat and the ship cannot take it away. The dark humor is that because many people died in the battle, some spaces in the cabin are vacant, which can be used to pile more sacks.

That night, the Ross soldiers discussed their victory during the day. After the war, the Nassau and Coblenz militiamen won, but they paid a too high price. Even eating hot barbecue did not give them any victory. joy.

The militiamen as a whole have basically lost their combat effectiveness. Those who survived the chaotic battle just wanted to go home and leave this cursed place. They didn't even dare to look towards the town. The battlefield was full of heads and heads on the ground. There were headless corpses scattered about, and a gust of wind blew in. The air had an indescribable smell of rust, and the sound of the wind seemed to be the wail of innocent souls.

Everyone thought this was an uncomfortable place, and Black Fox thought the same way. He didn't want to stay any longer, and didn't want to guard a pile of enemy corpses and savor the victory, so he stuffed Baron Thrall's helmeted head into it. A pottery urn, into which a large amount of plant ash was poured for antisepsis, was said to be a "gift" given to Ludwig.

The entire army rested in a quiet and clean deserted beach and slept soundly around the campfire.

They didn't dare to stay longer, especially considering that the granary here was quite large. They were afraid that a large army would come to take it, or that a large army might pass through here. If Earl Sal was captured alive, it would be good to kill him after obtaining conclusive information. Unfortunately, no information can be obtained now.

If you want to destroy a stone pier made of a large number of stones, you may need to carry it for many days to complete. To destroy a solid wooden pile wrapped in stone, just use a big ax to continuously chop it down.

The strong men were doing damage all night long, and there was a continuous roar from the bridge late at night. It was the sound of heavy bridge timbers being smashed and then falling into the river. They worked all night, just to avoid delaying their escape as much as possible.

But the actual evacuation had to be postponed until the third day after the war. This was actually because the Black Fox wanted to fulfill its contract with Ludwig. Since the wooden piles in the stone piers of the bridge were the core, destroying the bridge deck and destroying the wooden piles The piles will also be further destroyed.

Will staying in Sarabrücken risk encountering enemy reinforcements? Apparently hundreds of enemies successfully escaped, what if they went to Kaiserslautern to bring in reinforcements?

The black fox would not stay for more than a few days, so the army essentially stayed for a whole day and left in the afternoon of the next day with as much loot as possible.

The longship was filled with loot and food as much as possible, and everyone in the flagship was frantically consuming local food reserves.

All food that cannot be taken away will be burned, including the entire town of Sarabrücken!

As the fleet moved down the river, behind them were towns filled with smoke and a bridge over the Saar River with only bare piers left. The real wooden piles of the bridge piers had been smashed to pieces, or were lassoed. The rope can be effectively pulled to the side for a large number of people on the shore.

It is impossible for the Russian army to completely destroy the bridge piers in a short time using simple tools, but it has also become extremely difficult to lay new wood on the current bridge piers.

If the troops of the Middle Kingdom must cross the river, they can build a small pontoon bridge by surprise. After all, the width of this section of the Saar River is limited, and there is always a way for them to cross the river. What the Ross Army did was to create strong resistance for them. The Saar River Bridge could not be restored for a while. In the eyes of Black Fox, he could already go on missions.

Soon, the fleet disappeared without a trace for a short time, just as they suddenly appeared.

The smoke in Sarabrücken is getting thicker and thicker, and the fires in the city are burning more and more fiercely. The piles of heads standing on the battlefield, and even the corpses scattered here and there, are all starting to turn black under the terrifying heat. boiling.

All the boats here were destroyed, the wooden planks of the bridge were completely damaged, and some half-broken planks were inserted crookedly in the river. The wooden piles inside the stone pier were either broken to the point of being covered with "wood flowers", or were pulled crookedly, and even a few old wooden piles were forcibly pulled out.

The entire town has collapsed, the huge clouds of smoke turned into smoke pillars, and after nightfall, the fire burned the entire sky red.

Not very far away from this town, Count Adalbert of Metz was moving leisurely along the Roman road with his newly recruited two thousand troops and a large number of baggage carriages. His plan It is via the Sarabrücken bridge that the assembly continues to Kaiserslautern. And this time he personally escorted the last part of the troops to enter. It was said that after he finally arrived in Kaiserslautern, he would continue to wait for the arrival of King Lothair's cavalry troops.

As long as the king joins forces, the attack on Mainz will begin!

The war will happen in the next two weeks.

But what's going on in the northern sky? !

The army encamped at night could not ignore the blood-red northern sky, which was in the direction of Sarabrücken.

An ominous premonition came to mind, and Count Metz covered his chest: "Did Ludwig's army attack first?! Did the Kaiserslautern garrison collapse?!"

In fear and uneasiness, the army spent a difficult night. Count Metz had no choice. Many of his troops were already stationed in Kaiserslautern, and some subordinate vassals were stationed there. As a great prince in the core area of ​​​​Frank, his identity determines that he must rush through any difficulties he encounters.

Because this civil war is an opportunity for Metz! It determines whether his family can regain the status of "Duke".