Rise of Rurik

Those Växjö warriors were struggling to hold on in the rain of arrows, people were wailing in pain, the injured were helpless with bleeding wounds, and the living were holding on to their shields.

There is no one to command them, and the army has become a ragtag group!

"We can't continue like this!" someone shouted.

Suddenly, in the chaos, someone saw the supreme war chief Olaf dead in a pool of blood.

"The boss is dead. We can only die in vain if we persist. Brothers, we will fight with them." Some Danish soldiers decided to fight back in the bitter wind and rain, and a group of Danes left the team directly.

Fisk noticed this situation, and those armored warriors who left the array and did not accept the beating allowed him to make plans.

"A bunch of idiots think I will just dismount and fight with you?"

Fisk adjusted his tactics. He took a group of cavalry and deliberately kept a distance from the Danes.

More than fifty Danes broke away from the formation. They formed a small shield wall, raised their swords and axes and yelled curses, trying to provoke Ross into a so-called "honest duel".

"Stand and shoot, aim at their faces with armor-piercing arrows." Fisk ordered.

The war horses obediently distanced themselves. While most of the cavalry were still suddenly attacking and taking a bite like bloodthirsty piranhas, Fisk formed a standing archery team.

Once shooting from a stance, they stood on Ma On Shan to stabilize their aim.

The precise armor-piercing arrows of the recurve bow hit the Danes with such precise shots from the left that they could not lift their heads. Their shields were covered with leather, which could not stop armor-piercing arrows. Some warriors holding shields were hit by piercing arrows on their left arm, but the injured did not dare to scream and struggle, even with broken teeth, they had to struggle to hold on. .

"Still not dead?!" Fisk shook his head.

Suddenly a soldier shouted: "Boss, we are almost out of arrows."

Fisk immediately looked around. Everyone's quivers were indeed not full, and there were some cavalry in the rear receiving new arrows.

"Then change your tactics. Brothers, draw your swords! Crush the guys in front of you and defeat them completely!"

Forget it, with the buzzing of the sword wind, Fisk pointed his sword at the Danes who broke away from the array.

He gathered about fifty cavalry and charged fiercely against them while riding on the wall.

The impact of the half-ton war horse caused the earth to tremble. The Danes opened their eyes to observe the situation, and saw the cavalry coming back roaring, as if they were going to die with them.

How ridiculous!

In the concept of these Danish mercenary teams, the cavalry includes and only Frank cavalry, and Frank tactics are all cavalry tactics.

In Frankland, the principle of cavalry is not to rush into formation, but to continuously poke the opponent's array with super long spears until the enemy collapses. Well now, the Ross cavalry went crazy shooting arrows to kill people, and now they hit like crazy again.

The collision occurred fiercely, and the Danes riding on the wall were immediately knocked to pieces. Like being crushed by a torrent of steel, the fallen warrior's body was severely trampled by Ma Titie. His chest, carrying hundreds of kilograms of trampling force, shattered and he died suddenly.

Trample, slash, or just slam the back of the sword hard. With just this collision, the disengaged Danes collapsed.

Those who were still struggling never imagined that the cavalry could still fight like this, and the morale of the Växjö army soon collapsed.

The farmer soldiers could no longer care about the dead bodies on the ground and the wounded who were constantly twisting and wailing. Half of them were still struggling to hold on. They had no choice but to escape back to the village.

At least it will be safe to escape back to the village. There are still many people there. By then, everyone should take up weapons to stop these Russians. People are so fanciful.

Little did they know that when they lifted the last shield wall barrier and showed their backs to the Ross cavalry, everything was over.

Fisk and many cavalrymen saw their total collapse. Now they didn't bother Fisk to give the order, and the exciting pursuit officially began. Those who are out of arrows do not bother to replenish new arrows, or draw their swords to pursue them, or grab the enemy's spears that are stuck on the ground. The spears stabbed the Växjö soldiers in the back, and the swords slashed them.

There were about 800 people fleeing. They were not even as good as 800 reindeer running away. There was no such thing as a trapped beast still fighting. They were panting and running on a road of destruction.

"You run away! Running away will only make you die faster! Since you have chosen war, I will let you die on the battlefield. You will die cowardly, so go die now!"

Fisk yelled and cursed loudly, proud that he had created this miracle of war. Now he is benevolent and has no need to be merciful to the Wekshay people who are resolutely resisting.

Hagrid from Jönköping was still locked in a wooden cage in an oxcart. If he was shot by an arrow, he would die. Now Hagrid was watching the Vexans leaving their dead and injured on the ground and running away, watching them being chased to death by the cavalry, he looked up to the sky and laughed as if he was losing his mind.

In fact, many Ross cavalry saw the unlucky man in the cage. Although they did not see his appearance clearly, they did not shoot arrows at him because the thing was too strange.

Fisk recognized this guy's face and rode over to find out.

At the same time, Kanuf's infantry, who had been passively watching the show, finally came to work. They drew their swords and advanced, starting to hit the battlefield frantically.

Prisoners of war? To hell with the prisoners of war. The dead who were lying on the ground were ignored, and the wounded were all stabbed. The so-called letting them slowly lose blood and cry to death was not as good as stabbing them now to give them pleasure. This was the last mercy of the Russian army.

Fisk led some people on horseback to stand beside the cage, curling his lips and tilting his head to look at this unlucky and lucky man.

"It's really unexpected. Hagrid, I thought you were killed by them. That's why I made the army ruthless to avenge you." He spoke with a weird smile, making him look like a monster.

"Am I worthy of your revenge?"

"Why not? Your daughter is in my hands, and she will be my wife, so you are also very important to me. Fortunately, I have sharp eyes, so you are not injured!"

"Thank you so much."

"You are free now, I will release you." Fisk immediately sent someone to dismount, picked up an ax and broke the bronze lock.

Hagrid was freed and even retreated from the battlefield. He even reunited with his daughter Astrid, and it was a relief to see that all the non-combatants were safe, especially the people he brought from Jönköping who were emotionally stable.

It was not difficult to kill eight hundred fleeing enemies. The Russians and Pechenegs on horseback enjoyed the battle as if they were hunting.

Bodies lay in a line on the meadow along the lake, which stretched for two kilometers. Except for a few who luckily escaped to the forest or jumped into the lake and swam to escape, most of the Växjö soldiers were dead.

The cavalryman dismounted and struck the dying man with a fatal blow, then searched him and took away his weapons, especially the arrows he pulled out, shook off the blood and put them back in his quiver.

The ravens smelled the blood and were already circling in the sky.

A soldier happily said to Fisk: "It's the raven, Odin is watching us. Boss, today's battle has been recognized by the gods."

"Yes." Fisk looked at the sky. Apparently there were more and more ravens. "Brothers are very tired from slashing and shooting. Please hurry up and collect the arrows. Let's find a place to have a good rest. Let's check again to see if we have any casualties."

The Russian army quickly left the battlefield, and it was reasonable to dig holes for the corpses to bury them. Since there were too many dead, they simply ignored them and allowed the ravens to fall down and peck at the eyes of the dead...

In this battle, except for the tired and panting warriors and horses, the Russian army did not even have any wounded. This is non-contact combat. The cavalry always keeps a safe distance from the enemy and continues to cause damage at this distance.

Fisk ushered in the biggest victory in his life. He saw many dead armored warriors and more dead farmers. As much weapons and armor as possible were collected, he decided to continue to Växjö with these trophies.

At night, by the campfire.

Hagrid, who suffered in Växjö, finally settled down. He never expected that the Ross cavalry was so powerful that they could win without any loss? I'm afraid that Rurik's claim to be "loved by Odin" is really not bragging. His warriors are invulnerable.

Fisk wildly pointed out the future resolution: "Those Växjians chose war, and I will continue to fight to completely defeat them. I will kill them, they asked for it. Hagrid, give me a suggestion, say Tell me what you know."

"Me? My advice is to be kind."

"Mercy? Is it still necessary?"

"Because they themselves are noisy. In fact, there are many villages that don't want to fight at all." Hagrid said cautiously.

"Oh? What do those villages think?"

"Surrender. If they can pay some tribute in exchange for safety, they are willing to surrender. Just..."

"how."

"There are actually many Danes in Växjö, and they have a deep hatred against you. I don't understand where their hatred comes from. They are just inciting a group of people to be enemies with you, and many Växjö people have been bewitched. You can be kind. After all...I heard that the king asked you to conquer them, not to kill them all."

Fisk had to pinch his beard and think for a moment. "That's fine. Since they are not resisting in power, I will forgive those who are willing to surrender. As for those who are fighting, I will kill them. Let's rest for the night and leave tomorrow morning."

Those who fled to the woods fled through the night, were hungry and cold, and hid and fell asleep. However, those who swam to escape mostly drowned due to lack of physical strength.

No one fled back to report the army's defeat. Växjö was still waiting for news of the army's victory.

On a new day, the Växjö people went about their agricultural work as usual, and their settlement was completely undefended.

So, they saw the cavalry that they had never heard of before, coming in a swaggering manner, and their curiosity outweighed their fear.

But what happened next was terrifying.

Fisk ordered some heads to be chopped off on the battlefield, collected and piled on the captured oxcart, and drove the oxcart south. This ox cart was originally used to house Hagrid's cage, but now it has become a "head" truck.

The heads of the war dead were already gray and white, and they were piled into small mounds on the car. Witnesses were frightened when they saw them. The curious urchins who were watching probably didn't know the terror of the cavalry, but when they saw the pile of bloody heads, they ran away screaming.

People ran away, and the situation gave Rose an unexpected passivity.

Fisk frowned: "Am I really terrible? They have all run away, who should I negotiate with? Hagrid, please talk to them again."

Now it was Hagrid's turn to be under great pressure: "Young general, if you ask me to negotiate with them now... my head will definitely be chopped off by them."

"I would like to negotiate with them. Where are they?"

Helpless, Fisk stopped his army at the intersection of the largest settlement. In front of him was a wider road with neatly arranged longhouses on both sides and some general buildings attached. This is the origin of the name Växjö. Fisk has led his troops to stand in the core settlement of Växjö.

The army did not act rashly, and no locals came out of hiding to talk to them.

Until, a man walked out of his house with his family and a flag.

"Oh? That man looks familiar to me."

"It's Harflesh, the man you let go a few days ago." Hagrid's pressure was gone. At least Harflesh could be a breakthrough.

But he saw Havers, who boldly walked out of the mansion with his entire family. He himself learned of the tragic defeat of the Växjö people. Although this was something he could not bear, the fact was that he could only take out the flag that was ready to be sewn.

They approached Fisk timidly, the entire family and slaves straining to hold their flags high.

"As I said, I surrender." Harvless introduced flatteringly: "Look, these are my family members. We made many flags, which is enough to prove my surrender."

Fisker did not force him to do this, it was actually his own initiative.

"Indeed, you surrendered. You are a smart man, and the safety of your family will be protected by our army. But... many people escaped, which makes me quite embarrassed." Fisk was satisfied and immediately narrowed his eyes: "You We are locals, inform your friends of our attitude. The Växjö army has been defeated, and there is no need for the remaining people to resist foolishly. I don’t want to kill them, and now I will give them the last chance to surrender.”

At this point, Fisk paused and said: "This is a matter that affects the lives of tens of thousands of people. I hope you can handle it well."

"Ah! Yes. I'll do it right away."

The Haversians were not the only ones who secretly sewed the flags. A group of local Wexian merchant families were well-informed. Seeing that the Haversians were safe and sound, they also showed their true identities, holding the flags high and bringing home-brewed wine. Ale and collected honey were consumed, literally, to support the rule of Rus.

After all, they have no choice now.

It was no longer possible for Växjö to organize an army to fight against the Rus, but the resistance of the Växjö people did not completely stop.

Havers turned into a special envoy for peace talks, and he hurriedly negotiated with the peace faction villages gathered here. Since the Russian army only requires surrender and no defense, the tribute required is only to meet military needs and does not involve the most sinful act of robbing the population. Why resist? Seizing the last opportunity to surrender, the village leaders of the peace faction and the wait-and-see faction paid homage to Ross General "Bald" Fisk on behalf of their fathers, relatives and friends, and declared their surrender.

Now that you have surrendered, you need to do a good job in the scene.

The flag of Ross is a piece of white cloth with blue stripes sewn on the diagonal and blue stripes. It is easy to make and every village can make it now.

As long as you hang this kind of flag on your own residence, it proves that you are loyal to Russia. In exchange, after receiving key supplies from a group of locals, Fisk set up camp outside the settlement, considering the feelings of the locals.

In the evening, most families have displayed the Russian flags they made unexpectedly. The entire commercial street is still very depressed. The surrendered businessmen are very interested in the promises of the Russians. They try their best to display their flags. Some even sewed miniature flags on their hats, trying to tell others that they were indeed surrendered and good citizens.

However, a strong army is just outside the settlement. If the Russians suddenly attack, everyone will still not be able to withstand the blow. Those who did not escape were all peace factions. They had made compromises and had completely placed their fate in the hands of the conquerors. Even if all the men sent by the Lord He sent the village to fight were killed, the pain was real and the hatred was natural. They were not willing to fight to the end with the Russians.

Instead, the real militant faction ran away, and most of the soldiers came from them. The terrible defeat meant the destruction of the most effective Danish mercenary group, and also meant the death of a large number of men sent by the warring villages.

After losing a large number of capable men, what can the remaining villagers do? The leaders of many warring villages personally led the expedition, but now their heads are missing.

The leaderless people instinctively thought of escaping, so they packed their belongings that could be taken away quickly, dragged their families to the river, and rowed boats southward.

Where can one go to escape? There is only one place that is everyone's first choice - Silver Castle.

No matter what Silver Castle looks like now after having experienced the war, the reason for attracting Växjö escapees there is very simple. They can fish in front of the sea and hope to survive, and they can even be accepted by the locals. They gave up most of their livestock and poultry, and they didn't even think about this year's wheat harvest. Only catching some herrings in the sea can help everyone tide over the difficulties. As for whether they can make a comeback in the future, no one is thinking about it yet.

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