Rise of Rurik

The war horses charged at high speed, and the cavalrymen clamped their legs on the horses' belly. They bent their bows sideways and shot at the enemies who were unable to resist with precision.

Now, even if Horik brought some horses with him, his men would not even have the chance to mount their horses and escape due to a sudden attack.

These people, who had recently escaped from the northern battlefield, faced a one-sided killing near the Lindholm Isthmus.

The round shield was filled with arrows, and Horik had to order his surviving subordinates to form a circular shield wall to defend themselves. The priest who had been protected by them had died from an arrow, and the living people were forced to support themselves.

"If this continues, we will all die! We have to find a way!" someone shouted.

Horik gritted his teeth. Of course he wanted to escape, but now he had no chance to escape.

Because, his horses fell to death one after another under the torrent of shooting from the Ross cavalry, which was the target of public criticism.

"Bald" Fisk is not a fool, how could he let the enemy's horses go? After all, the enemy has horses! It means that this is the enemy's cavalry unit. When thinking of the Danish cavalry, Fisk thought with his toes and could tell that this could only be Horik's elite, the same group of people who successfully escaped from the last war.

Old and new grudges were added together, and Fisk concluded that he had encountered the most fertile prey this time. But right now, he couldn't determine the specific identities of these people.

Horik and the last of his men were unable to escape, and the circular shield wall they formed could only barely protect themselves. This kind of self-protection is of course feeble. Soldiers are dying and the entire army is losing its combat effectiveness bit by bit.

Now Fisk did not need any verbal orders at all. His cavalry formed a larger circle, completely enclosing the enemy's "circular shield wall" within it.

The cavalrymen began to circle as a whole, and arrows flew in without stopping and without any blind spots.

The ground was covered with dead bodies and the dying injured. The brown-yellow arrow feathers were stuck on the dark green grass, like a wheat field waiting to be harvested.

Finally, the final blow is now.

"Retreat!" Fisk suddenly ordered.

The cavalrymen who had been fighting in the melee gradually suspended their "death spin", and the cavalrymen reorganized into a team. At this point, they had fired 60% of their reserve arrows.

The cavalrymen's arms were very sore, and the horses were panting heavily.

The assault assembly is a short rest and the final preparation for launching the fatal blow.

On the other side of the battlefield, Horik, who was almost collapsed, could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

But then, he knew what was going to happen next. Poor guy has no way out and no capital to attack. He is just like a fat sheep waiting to be slaughtered. He can only watch silently as the butcher sharpens his knife.

Horik had no new orders, so his last hundred or so subordinates could only hold on. He did not even want to negotiate with the Ross army, or in other words, he had nothing to say to the Ross army who burned his capital.

Fisk took another look at the enemy. They were surrounded by corpses but still standing. They were really a group of real men. Unfortunately, they betrayed Odin.

"Brothers! Pull your thumbs back! Draw your swords!" Following Fisk's order, all the Ross cavalry raised their steel swords high, shining with deadly light in the morning sun.

Suddenly, the sword moved forward, and the Ross cavalry, who had taken a short rest, began the final fatal wall-mounted charge.

Like a stone wall pressing over him, Horik watched all this happen in despair, closing his eyes in despair...

The cavalry that Horik was once proud of has now collapsed even with its remaining strength. He could no longer organize a wall-mounted charge, but his archenemies, the Russians, did it all.

Horse hooves trampled on the dead bodies, and the giant object weighing more than 400 kilograms, including man and horse, knocked Horik's last army into pieces.

The battle is completely over after one round of collision.

The round-faced, short and fat Horik was knocked unconscious, but he was not dead. When he woke up again, he had been disarmed and his hands were tied. He really became a sheep to be slaughtered.

There are more than thirty prisoners like him. As for the others, they have all died in the battle, or were killed by the Russians to end their suffering.

At first, Horlick didn't want to reveal his identity.

But his surviving subordinates are extremely arrogant. After all, no one wants to be evaluated as "as lowly as dirt" by the Ross soldiers.

So someone shouted: "When we were plundering in Durist, you were still a bunch of young boys! Who do you think you are? The person fighting you is the great Lord Horik, King of Denmark!"

Fisk was so frightened that he trembled all over, and in a moment he found Horik himself among the corpses. If it weren't for the fact that he was still breathing, Fisk would have really thought that this pudgy guy was dead.

right! squat!

Horik's stature is short and pudgy. He was one of the direct participants in the war two years ago. Fisk has a crush on this guy. Unexpectedly, the king failed to kill this guy in his second expedition, and was captured by himself in the end.

After all, Horik is a king, and capturing a king is more valuable than killing him.

Fisk suddenly felt much better. He had been worried that he had lost some cavalry brothers, but now that he had captured King Horik of Denmark alive, the brothers who had sacrificed before had not died in vain.

…

Horik woke up, but why did he feel so horny?

When he woke up, he saw a group of Russians kicking up their pants and laughing maniacally.

Such a shame and humiliation made him want to stand up immediately and fight for his life, but as soon as he tried hard, he found that his hands were tied.

After a while, Fisk came over with a steel sword in hand. He deliberately showed his bald head and stood in front of him like an executioner.

The sword pointed directly at the chin of Horik, who was lying on his side on the grass and was bewildered.

"I know you! King Horik of Denmark. We failed to kill you at Godfrehagen two years ago, and this time you fell into my hands."

"You? Who are you? It's pity that I have been famous all my life, but I was humiliated by someone with no name."

"Really?" Fisk shrugged, "But you betrayed Odin. Killing you now is what the gods would like to see."

"Then let's do it! I'm still defeated, but I won't accept it!"

Horik's gritted teeth really made Fisk puzzled: "You are defeated, why are you unwilling to accept it? You don't have the strength to fight our powerful Kingdom of Ross. You have never been a king."

"Maybe! At least tell me why you Russians are here and why you have cavalry?!"

"Why? No why."

Fisk didn't want to explain. He had already learned some information about the north from other prisoners. The most critical one was that King Rurik's main army was plundering the entire Robard tribe and nearby tribes, and the army was also there. Keep going south.

After telling the information, the prisoners had completely lost their use value, so a new order was issued, and the prisoners of war were stripped to the waist in front of Horik.

At this moment, Horik was pressed to the grass, kneeling to witness the atrocities that followed.

Most of the prisoners had been beheaded, but the remaining five were sentenced to the Blood Eagle punishment because they verbally insulted Ross before their death.

Fisk stood in front of Horik with a steel sword in his hand, arrogant and ferocious at the same time, his brows full of anger: "For those who have committed the most heinous crimes, they should be punished with blood eagles! From the far north to Denmark, deal with the betrayal of Austrian We are all traitors of Ding. Look at it! This is the price of betraying Odin."

The prisoners were screaming to be cooked. Their bodies were tightly controlled, their skin and flesh were slashed from behind, their ribs were smashed with hand axes, and their lungs were ripped out. After this punishment, the prisoner died immediately, and the horrific scene caused Horik to suffer a mental breakdown.

He asked in return: "Would you Russians do the same to me?"

Fisk shook his head: "No. Since King Rurik is chasing you, it is still useful for me to keep you. You are our enemy, but it is a pity that you have no soldiers now. I want to go to the north to meet with my king. How about It is my king’s will to deal with you.”

…

The battlefield where the cavalry was raging was in a mess, but the Ross army still took some time to clean up the battlefield.

After the entire battle, no one on the cavalry was lost, but some horses suffered some superficial injuries.

Considering that there will be no new battles in the future, the overall strength of the cavalry is damaged, which is no longer a big problem for Fisk.

He captured twenty Horik horses that were still able to walk on this battlefield, and immediately incorporated them into his own team to serve as pack mules.

The cavalrymen recovered arrows and enemy weapons. Those dead bodies covered in chain mail had to be stripped off even if the armor was damaged.

Many corpses were scattered on the grass, and their white appearance looked particularly winking.

A lot of various iron weapons have been collected, and they are all the capital that Fisk can use to claim credit from the king.

The bigger "capital" is Horik himself.

In the past, they arrived at the Jutland Peninsula and landed forcefully, and attacked Ross's shop in Hedeby with great force. They repeatedly jumped between the belief in God and Odin throughout Denmark, causing the Danish Civil War, and leading Frankish forces into the Viking world in a historic manner. Horik, who had done so many great things, was now disarmed. His mouth was stuffed with linen to prevent him from biting his tongue. His hands and feet were tied tightly and fixed to the captured war horse like a hunted wild deer carcass.

The cavalry no longer had to search for villages to plunder, so Fisk ordered the flags to be shown, and they formed a double-file marching column and headed north swaggeringly.

They didn't go long before they met the main force of the Ross army, which was advancing by sea and land.

The cavalry has arrived at the village in the southern part of the Robard tribe's territory and met the absolute main force of the Ross army here.

As for the large number of allies of the Russian Army, especially the Swedish Allies, these guys immediately became bandits after winning the landing battle.

Bjorn's Malaren army, as well as a large number of small nobles' armies, their behavior is really unworldly in the eyes of the real Ross army, and they even shoot pots and pans.

On the other hand, these absolute main forces from the Principality of Ross are the backbone of the Ross army. After selectively plundering some gold and silver and collecting available weapons and equipment, under the leadership of Rurik, regardless of the group of guys at the rear, they led Elite troops went south.

Because Horik could not see anyone alive or dead, there were various signs that this guy took advantage of the chaos to escape for the second time.

Even if you call him a coward, it's just anti-air damage.

Rurik felt that since this person had lost the base of the Robard tribe, he had the royal pirate Spyut, Medvet's Slavic army, and even a group of subordinates recruited by the new Danish King Ragnar. Such a partial division was targeted. The long and narrow Jutland Peninsula came with a "waist landing".

Jutland has opened two fronts. Horik's power has collapsed, his political life is over, and personal life and death are not very important.

Of course Rurik could comfort himself with this, but it was still a great regret that Horik was not captured alive or his body was found.

The top priority of the main force of the Russian army is to join forces with the southern army, then sweep across the entire Jutland Peninsula, and finally bring the war to Frankland in this autumn harvest.

For this strategy, the Russian army did not have much time to waste.

Then a miracle happened.

Isn’t the appearance of cavalry a miracle? Their appearance is equivalent to a miracle.

Starting in spring, the battle has continued until late July, when the warm period is almost over. Since the Battle of Vysingsø Island on Lake Vetern, when the cavalry was ordered to perform tasks alone, Rurik himself had never seen his cavalry again, including his Pecheneg wife Bejahir.

Goodbye now, my cavalry is still strong.

And their appearance was magical, and the Ross army suddenly became famous!

Immediately afterwards, as a prisoner who was tied up and unable to move was thrown down, Rurik's regret instantly turned into the joy of having revenge.

When the cavalry saw the king, they dismounted and saluted.

Rurik was so overjoyed that he had no time to care about any etiquette. He hurried up to greet Fisk and gave Fisk a fierce hug.

"Haha! It's a miracle that I actually see you and my cavalry here! Fisk, how did you know that this idiot Horik was on the run!? You captured this evil man and you are the great hero of the kingdom."

Hearing such a good reputation, Fisker laughed boldly.

He added: "This must be the arrangement of the gods. I still have many things to report to you. As for this Horik, it is our gift."

"Okay! This guy is finally in our hands."

The main force of the Ross fleet moved south along the coastline, with a large number of infantry marching on foot on the shore.

The movement of the army was delayed due to the shipment of loot, and until now, Rurik's northern army was divided into two parts.

The elite flag troops he brought from his hometown, as well as the Finnish allies from Gevlo, are all fully dispatchable and powerful armies.

The Swedish army, as well as the newly conquered Götalander army on the Göta River, acted too slowly.

There is one exception, that is, the Unkras army led by Blue Fox already contains some Yotalan soldiers.

As someone who has a deep hatred for Horik, Blue Fox is eager to eat his flesh alive.

At night, the camp in the wilderness.

There were dozens of Ross ships floating in the sea, and there were bonfires everywhere on the shore.

Rurik could completely ignore the dillydallying Allied forces at the rear. Even if he lost many elite soldiers in the landing battle, the losses were really heartbreaking and the overall strength of the army would be very limited. He does not have to worry about the stamina of the kingdom, because this year is 840. According to Viking tradition, the first generation of the baby boom era started by the Rus in 828 has reached the age of twelve, and a twelve-year-old man is obliged to serve as a warrior. . The number of subsequent fighters will only increase year by year.

Just as many as 300 of the elites who went to the battlefield this year were lost!

Being injured means losing the ability to fight. There are more than 100 injured soldiers who are unable to continue fighting. A small fleet has escorted the wounded back home as soon as possible.

As for more than 200 soldiers, their injuries were very minor. After simply cleaning their wounds with spirits, they were bandaged and returned to the flag team to continue fighting.

The soldiers all believed that the entire army had defeated the strongest enemy in Jutland at the cost of heavy casualties, and the road south was destined to be very smooth.

Ironically, they thought the casualties were huge, but compared to the total collapse of the Robard people, where tens of thousands of people were either killed or turned into slaves, this loss was still too small.

In fact, if we include the sudden and decisive battle by the Allied forces on the seaside, the total casualties of the Russian army exceeded 1,000. The so-called septicemia caused by wound infection was raging among the wounded of the Allied Army. The medicines Rurik had reserved could not clean the wounds of those people, and it developed into septicemia. Rurik was completely helpless.

At least Rurik's elite did not have this kind of "fever disease". The wounded were debrided immediately. Those who were lightly wounded were still too uneasy to find that their wounds were recovering, so the soldiers believed that their king was affected by Odin. of God’s love, and I also received God’s favor.

The morale of the main force of the Russian army was high because they miraculously met the cavalry during the day and miraculously captured the captured culprit Horik. Everyone was so excited that it was difficult to sleep that night.

Around the campfire, Rurik and the generals had a hearty meal.

Everyone drank hard liquor, especially Rurik and Fisk, who wanted to drink a glass of burning vodka.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, everyone focused on listening to Fisk's report on the war in the south. They were surprised that Ragnar and the Ross Army's partial division actually assembled an army of tens of thousands of people.

Arik's attitude was cheerful: "I didn't expect that Ragnar guy is still a person, and he is actually very attractive."

But Rurik couldn't be happy. A king who could summon ten thousand Danish warriors, Ragnar became as much of a threat as Horik. This makes sense if you think about it, after all Ragnar is a character.

As Fisk pointed out that Ragnar could not restrain the army, it was the Ross army that successfully defeated the fortress, which made Rurik even more gratified.

The war in the south was not as simple and violent as that in the north. After a tough battle on Rurik's side, all that was left was the purge of Horik's remaining forces.

The southern war included cavalry battles and city sieges. Everyone was so surprised that they were sweating coldly when they heard Fisk's dancing words.

"Why don't I believe it? The corpses of Ragnar's Danish army filled the ditch? Our pirate leader Telalang just knocked down the enemy's city gate. Also, you also annihilated the Frank cavalry." Arik That being said, he didn't think Brother Fisk would lie, and said: "You! You are more powerful than I was when I was young. You are worthy of us old Russians."

Fisk smiled innocently.

Rurik did not blame Fisk for causing the cavalry losses, which caused the losses to become nothing compared to the cavalry gains. He basically learned about the battle situation in the south. It had been two full days since Fisk set off. Presumably, the fortress built by the Franks on the Lindholm Isthmus, which the prisoners said was called "Aleb Fortress", had been destroyed by the south. The army captured.

So the top priority now is to speed up and go south!

The battle situation developed far more smoothly than Rurik imagined!

So, what to do with Horik?

With one sword strike, he was able to gain an advantage over him.

Even punishing him with physical torture and rotting is simply a perverted way for the winner to vent his anger.

Horik looked like a wild boar waiting to be slaughtered. He was placed near a campfire with a circle of people standing around him.

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"Become a blood eagle." Fisk said casually.

Blue Fox also had something to say: "I have seen how arrogant this guy is, and he has humiliated me. It would be better to cut off his hands and feet, blind his eyes, and put him in a pen to be raised as a beast."

Be a human pig? forget it. I don't have any bad taste in this area.

Rurik thought for a moment, of course Horik must be executed. This person must die meaningfully, such as as a sacrifice for a major ceremony. At least one thing is certain, this person cannot be summarily executed, and he may be useful in the future.

So for the first time Rurik seriously revealed his identity to the former King of Denmark who looked like prey.

He stepped directly on Horik's face with one foot, stamped it hard on the mud, and said calmly rather than coercively: "I am King Rurik of Rus. Our names are somewhat similar, but I am the Baltic Sea The only king. I let you run away last time, but this time you fell into my hands. Don’t worry, you won’t die today. It’s just that today…”

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