Rise of Rurik

The hands holding the spears were shaking. The armed civilians in the city stood behind the collapsed stone gate, nervously waiting for the final battle.

Liu Duofu, who had a heavy head, had no intention of retreating. In his extreme excitement, he no longer felt the pain of the wound, nor did he feel the coming of death.

His mind went blank, he just wanted to stand here and lead the army to fight to the end with the Norman army.

"Better prepare! They're coming!"

The first batch of shield-bearing soldiers of the New Kingdom of Denmark climbed up the slope covered with gravel and broken wood, howling. They had no time to pay attention to the desperate wails of their buried companions, because they wanted to enter the city and gain the first victory.

These Danish warriors from Zealand stood on a high place and saw the enemies in the fortress arrayed, and they couldn't help but feel nervous.

Rushing forward so recklessly will inevitably lead to a chaotic battle. The faster you rush, the more likely you are to die.

But behind them were thousands of warriors eager to enter the city. The narrow suspension bridge was crowded with people, and more soldiers simply jumped into the trench filled with corpses, climbed to the opposite side and rushed towards the collapsed stone gate along the path under the wall.

The people behind were urging and pushing with their shields, and the vanguard had no choice but to roar like thunder and rush forward with their iron swords and hand axes held high.

The brutal hand-to-hand combat begins!

Shields clashed with each other, and the desperate defenders gathered nearly a thousand men, all of whom were blocked at the collapsed stone gate.

The disgraced Liudov sat here for a consultation and shouted angrily: "Block them! Push them out of the gap! Kill them! Use their corpses to build a new wall!"

The defenders were already in a desperate situation. They gritted their teeth or screamed, and thrust their weapons straight ahead, which really put the attackers under tremendous pressure.

A large number of these Danish warriors from Zealand are unarmored. They don't care that the defenders in the fortress may be of the same race. They kill the defenders and loot the loot to immediately improve their own lives. This is the source of their desperate efforts.

But now, these warriors who charge the most fiercely are in a dilemma...

The defenders' spearheads stabbed wildly, and the round shields could block it for a while. As long as a spear broke through the gap and stabbed hard, it meant the death of a soldier.

On the battlefield surrounding the collapsed stone gate, the army could only pass through the gap with a small number of people, and even with a strong force they could not deploy. Moreover, because these armies of the New Kingdom of Denmark were subordinate to various lords, each lord was eager to gain profits first, the battlefield became disorganized, and countless sword and shield men hoped to enter the city quickly.

As a result, the Ross army, which had superior equipment, was completely blocked in the rear, and was completely unaware of the melee taking place in the city.

Poor Tralan had a lot of bruises on his body. He took his surviving brothers back to the Ross military formation, and sat down on the ground in frustration for a moment, breathing heavily.

"Ah! I almost thought you were pressed down there." When he said this, Sipuyut's heart was still beating wildly. "How many people have you come back?"

"As you can see, six."

"Huh? Everyone else was crushed to death?"

"Maybe." Tralan didn't want to say more: "I feel like my bones are broken a lot, and I almost died. The battle is like this, I won't come again next time..."

After saying that, he passed out directly. If he hadn't been checked and found that he was still breathing, Sipuyut would have really thought that this guy died in the battle.

The warriors sent cooperated with Ragnar's door-breaking warriors, and sacrificed tragically in exchange for the collapse of the stone door.

Trarang was carried to the rear to rest with the resting cavalry.

Looking at the current situation, the well-organized Russian army can only passively watch the battle!

On the truly anxious battlefield, soldiers from both the offensive and defensive sides were piled together like sardines.

Spyot, on the other hand, took a leave of absence from the air to support the Allied forces, but he gave up because he was afraid that doing so would hurt friendly forces.

Until Ragnar himself, who took the risk to get close to the front line to figure out the battle situation, rushed to Spyot's side in a hurry.

"They are fighting around the stone wall, and the defenders are using their bodies to create new walls. Hurry up and fire your javelin with your weapon!"

"Ah?" Siputu was so shocked that his beard trembled: "Wouldn't it hurt your people?"

"I can't care too much anymore! If the javelin can kill the enemy and break their front, we will win!"

"Okay. This is likely to hurt friendly forces. Don't blame me afterwards..."

"Bah! If I blame you, let Thor strike me to death with lightning!"

Siputi calmed down and ordered all the torsion slingshots to be adjusted to extreme shooting angles.

The javelin was inserted into the slide, the shooting angle reached an astonishing seventy degrees, and the charge was reduced, twenty javelins fired in a salvo.

Accompanying the slingshot shooting was the crossbow firing. At this time, Siputu put most of his long-range troops into support.

In the city, the terrifying warriors have been going on for a while. The first warriors from both the offensive and defensive sides to come into contact have been killed. Even if they are injured, they will be trampled to death once they fall to the ground.

The soldiers fought fiercely in the special mud created by blood, and the battle became a struggle of wills.

The Battle of the Gap in the City Wall was unprecedentedly intense. In this objectively cramped battlefield, the defenders with overwhelming strength were able to hold on for a long time.

Until a whistling sound came from the sky...

Those javelins whirled and fell from the sky, their tail feathers whistling as they rubbed against the air. It hit it hard from an almost vertical angle, and any wooden shield was of no use to it.

The iron helmet was smashed through and the chainmail armor was smashed through. Because the javelin is a "blind fire", the rough aim of the projectile makes the impact point become a probability surface covering the entire city gate battlefield. It kills indiscriminately, and those who are hit by the javelin are often pierced through the body and killed one after another.

Liudov could not have imagined that this was also the way of war.

"The Normans are simply beasts. They even killed their own people?!"

Some of the subordinates couldn't bear it anymore and shouted at the top of their lungs: "Sir, we must withdraw. You will die if you stand here any longer!"

"No! I won't withdraw." Although Liu Doufu was very tired, he still had to persevere.

"Sir, please listen to me just once! We can't hold on anymore, so we have to retreat to the inner city."

Liudov remained unmoved until a javelin fell not far in front of him.

It was a soldier who dismounted and fought on foot, but he was pierced alive by a javelin and died tragically.

To make matters worse, the enemy's arrows were flying down, and the defenders' casualties were increasing rapidly.

Just when Liudov was hesitant, his last cronies simply took strong measures, lifted Liudov up and retreated to the inner fort in the rear.

At first, the defenders who were still fighting around the collapsed city gate did not see that their commander had retreated. They suffered continuous casualties and continued to fight while standing on the corpses.

As someone saw that the commander-in-chief Liudov and his battle flag had disappeared, the tense spirit was instantly deflated.

"Ah! Our army is defeated!"

"Everyone, please retreat quickly! Go to the inner castle..."

When someone screams like this, the news spreads throughout the cramped battlefield instantly. They were no longer able to hold on to the defense line that was supported purely by willpower and fell apart in an instant.

So, after fighting hard to the end and finally holding the attackers back from collapsing, these New Danish Royal Army soldiers quickly advanced, just like the turbulent waves after the dam broke and poured into the outer city.

What appeared before them now was a large number of stone and wooden houses, each room filled with treasures.

They screamed excitedly. First they started ruthlessly chasing the fleeing people, and in an instant it turned into a simple robbery.

Continue to pursue victory? No! The brothers came in after suffering heavy casualties. The enemy must have been hoarding them, otherwise they wouldn't be so desperate.

The soldiers searched every house and killed those who could not escape in time. They rummaged through boxes and cabinets looking for silver and gold coins, stuffing them into their pockets like copper coins that were not very valuable.

They juggled every pottery in the hope of finding gold and silver, but there was almost no harvest. They searched the warehouse but could not find gold or silver, and also collected the confiscated salted fish and dried meat.

Some women were dragged out wailing, and children were directly killed. These Danish warriors from Zealand were looting and killing as they pleased. Such a horrific scene was very distressing for Eskil, who had already escaped and stayed on the inner fortress to observe.

"Oh God! Please send down thunder to kill these barbarians! The poor lambs are dying..." However, who in the entire Aleb Fortress understands the Russian army better than Eskil?

For the defenders, there is no need to distinguish whether they are the Ross Army or the New Danish Army. Anyway, the flag that the attackers set up the most was Rose's. The current killings are exactly what they are doing.

The wound on his head finally healed, and after fighting for a long time with the injury, Liudov retreated to the inner fort and still had high adrenaline to support his mental body.

The inner fort is smaller and the building is more solid. There are as many as 5,000 refugees concentrated in the small interior. The refugees are almost all women and children. These people can only bring internal friction and are a pure burden to the defense.

At first, Liudov and his cronies thought so too, but now anyone who can take up arms must participate in the defense.

Liu Doufu's strong body collapsed. He was so exhausted that he fell into coma immediately after lying down.

Seeing this, Eskil felt like the sky was falling!

There was chaos in the inner castle, and Eskil, who had experienced various big scenes, had never seen this before.

What now? Eskil pretended to be calm and gathered all the priests on the inner high ground, which was actually the commanding heights of the entire mound.

This place is where the monastery is. He prayed to God in the simple stone monastery, and outside he prayed to the believers kneeling together in Latin, desperately reciting Latin scriptures and praying for a miracle to come.

However, there was chaos outside the city.

Theoretically, when the Russian and New Danish coalition forces attacked the outer city, a large number of women and children could escape through the second gate.

Because of fear, everyone chose a safe fortress and gathered together independently, so that now the inner fort has become a crowded place.

Liudov rested in the stone room, and the taller and stronger stone walls of the inner castle were full of people. But this place is already on the top of a hill, and there are patches of stones under the thin layer of soil. It is almost impossible to dig a protective trench here.

Without trenches, the defenders could only rely on tall stone walls for protection. More stones began to be stuffed into the fragile door, but the stones were no longer enough.

Liudov's status was a count, and most of his cavalry had the title of baron. These cavalrymen have now fought to the death, and their surviving horses are all concentrated in the inner fort. The current situation is such that a charge on horseback is absolutely impossible.

They were not leaderless, a group of barons stepped forward and spontaneously exercised their authority on Liudov's behalf.

Faced with a life-and-death situation, many of the rules and precepts of their faith were directly abandoned.

There were thirty of the most elite armored and dismounted cavalry, and they led more than a hundred armed peasants and rushed towards the monastery on the top of the hill.

Eskil sensed something was wrong: "Children, kneel down. The Lord will forgive your sins."

One baron said angrily: "Pedantic! God has abandoned us, and now we can only save ourselves."

"Huh? What did you say?!"

Another baron asked Eskilde to step aside, and immediately led his men to destroy the monastery with great fanfare.

This move made the women kneeling down in shock, holding their heads and wailing. Esquier shouted that this was the most shameless blasphemy: "What are you doing? What is the difference between destroying the monastery and those barbarians?"

The minor priests who came to stop him were overthrown, and soon the whole monastery collapsed.

"Quick! Pile the stones to build the city gate! Move the small stones to the city wall!" A baron ordered.

Seeing the monastery in ruins, Eskil was not so angry that he fainted. He knew too much about the destruction of sacred places, such as the burning of St. Peter's Monastery in Bremen. All this was because of the Norman barbarians, or the Russians.

If there was no war, Liudov's men would never do this. Eskil could barely grasp it. Although he was reluctant, he also knew that the defenders wanted to get a large number of stones to kill the enemy and save the lives of the people. The Lord would Forgive the disrespect.

But what happened next completely puzzled and shocked him as a priest, and he shouted that it was a complete betrayal of faith.

How can a woman be a warrior? ! Women could only stay at home to take care of children and engage in peaceful cloth production. If a woman takes up arms and kills, her soul will fall into hell!

Eskil's outlook on life couldn't stand this, but there was nothing he could do.

Boys over ten years old, old men, and even all young women in the inner castle were forcibly conscripted into the militia.

Although many women were reluctant, the defenders pulled these people up to the top of the city and pointed at the enemies who were frantically destroying the outer city.

"You see clearly, they are robbing and killing and humiliating those who have not escaped. Do you want to be like that?"

There was no need for the defenders to be frightened, because the New Danish Army had already exceeded 5,000 people of all kinds who had entered the city. They looted and wandered everywhere, but they did not gather their troops to attack the hard nut of the inner fort.

Just like the chaos at the beginning of the landing, the outer city is now in the same chaos.

The houses left behind by the people were stolen by the attackers, and the property looted by their own skills was put into their own pockets. The captured women became toys for their brothers.

They unabashedly showed their most barbaric side to the people trapped in the inner castle. Seeing the tragedies that were happening, those war-weary women cried endlessly and resolutely took up weapons, even if the weapons were wooden sticks.

The city was broken, but not completely broken.

It was already afternoon, and there was chaos in Waiguo City. It was almost impossible to unite the army and fight again.

Ragnar had no joy in breaking the city. The inner castle still stood on a high place, and the group of Sealand lords of his new Danish army were free to plunder with their men. These people can't be hired at all. Looking at the hundreds of his loyal subordinates, the losses are really not small.

He hurriedly withdrew outside the city and negotiated with the Russian army who had not entered the city for a long time.

In this negotiation, what was heard were the complaints of the Russian army.

Spyot was speechless about the current war situation: "Ragnar, you can't restrain your army! You don't have the ability at all! Even though the battle is still going on, your people gave up the battle and became thieves."

What could Ragnar do? He couldn't express his pain, and could only think "Ah, yes, yes, yes" in his heart.

He reluctantly tried to save his face: "The city is so chaotic. I saw the enemy hiding in a big turtle shell! Our battering ram is broken now, so we really can't break the city. Besides, it's getting late now."

"That's true. Well, I don't want to risk my elite men anymore."

As soon as he heard that Spyot had given in, Ragnar immediately shouted: "Then surround the fortress inside. We will fight them! Besides, we should wait for King Rurik's main force."

The army needed to rest, and the bodies of those killed in battle had to be buried or burned.

The glorious Ragnar who captured the entire fortress wanted to have it all for himself, so his talk of "waiting for Rurik's main force" was just talk. He really had no time to take care of the group of lords who were busy making money, so he took the time to cut down trees nearby and rebuild the battering ram.

This move was noticed by Spyot and other Russian generals, and everyone can understand Ragnar's reluctance.

This battle consumed a lot of money from the Ross army. What was worse was that the huge coalition army needed a lot of food. The ships began to fish nearby, but plundering nearby areas was also a good way to cope with the loss of supplies.

Ragna will most likely launch a strong attack tomorrow, and the latest will be the day after tomorrow. Spyot greatly admired the bravery of these Zealand Danes, but the key to victory was discipline, and the icing on the cake was excellent weapons.

Discipline is the most important thing. The generals of the Russian army were able to restrain their own people from running around. They did not enter the chaotic outer city. At most, they only recovered the reusable javelins and arrows from the pile of corpses in the melee battlefield at the city gate.

At night, the outer city was covered with bonfires, and the dancing flames extended all the way to the seaside village of Lindholm, so that there were flames dancing in the sea.

The Ross ships used flames as light sources to attract herring, and the sunken nets were pulled up at the right time, using this technique to catch large numbers of fish. The new fish caught will be used as tomorrow's army rations.

However, war horses cannot eat fish.

The Russian army camped outside the city, but a large number of soldiers failed to capture it. They whispered to each other that the allies had made a fortune, and lamented the crazy defensive will of the defenders and their own horrific losses.

Surrounding the campfire, Fisk looked gloomy after resting.

"Fool, this is war. Your Majesty will never complain about the loss of your cavalry." Spyot patted his shoulder.

"Alas. We were all brothers who got along day and night...and suddenly died in battle."

"It's better to think of something better! Haven't you noticed that although we are a partial division, we are clearly fighting a decisive battle. We are executing a battle that exceeds our capabilities. We are fighting the Frank army! We are fighting an enemy who is stronger than us!"

"But they are not strong." Fisk shook his head, still looking a little embarrassed.

"Okay... I also think that the Frankish soldiers are nothing more than that." Sipuyote thought for a while: "Since you feel that you have not done well, then make another meritorious service."

"Tomorrow's attack? I think Ragna can't wait."

"No. Find Shuyuan www.zhaoshuyuan.com You can't let the cavalry fly over a taller city wall. I'm worried that the enemy will have a large number of reinforcements to rescue this fortress. Just lead the cavalry around and plunder freely to create chaos. . Especially if you go to the north, that guy Horik must have been defeated, and you might still be able to meet the king’s main force.”

Hearing this, Fisk smiled bitterly: "Horik is a coward, maybe I can still kill his defeated troops."

"It's not impossible. Go ahead! Don't worry, I'm willing to give up the main attack glory to Ragnar tomorrow. I don't want our Ross army to die again."

"You are so generous..."

"Childish." Spyot reached out and touched Fisk's bald head angrily. "I have traveled around and seen too much, especially in Britain. I have seen many wonderful things. Remember, there are a large number of Danes in the garrison, and Ragnar is also The Danes. This is their Danish civil war, and their crazy internal strife is good for us, Russia.”

"Okay, I won't talk anymore." Now Fisk seemed to understand. He thought about it again. It is true that war horses cannot have wings and fly over the enemy's city. It would be better to plunder outside the city.

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