Rise of Rurik Chapter 1071

The Polotsks had never really fought against the Rus' cavalry, the last skirmish was nothing, and now they finally realized that they had encountered an unbelievably strong enemy.

Why fight? Proclaw's concept of fighting is the fighting of the warriors, but the enemy turns out to be so arrogant that they only focus on shooting arrows.

His head was buzzing, and an arrow was stuck in the wooden shield tied to his left arm. This arrow is exactly the same as the one captured before, which can prove that the enemy is the previous horse bandit.

Now, the horse bandits rushed over again.

"Let the spearmen fight and stab their horses!" he shouted vigorously, but it was long overshadowed by the panicked shouts of the warriors.

The soldiers of Polotsk were defending instinctively. They spontaneously gathered together with shields as walls and tried their best to defend themselves. They could only protect themselves and have no time to take care of their wounded companions.

The Ross cavalry attacked from both flanks, the horses galloped, and the riders shot arrows sideways. One raid was three companies of arrows, and then they retreated to their original positions.

Especially the warriors holding the crossbow, the heavy arrows shot at close range, the stubby arrows completely pierced through the shield, killing the soldiers in the rear with deep arrows and fell to the ground.

After only two rounds, the Polotsk Army could only continue to "superimpose", they kept shrinking, the people in front squeezed the people inside out of fear, and the people inside were squeezed to the point of being unable to breathe. Soldiers scrambled to not want to be on the perimeter and were shot, the stampede was happening.

After a short rest, the third round of the cavalry attack came again. The same Parthian tactics, the same helpless gathering of the Polotsks.

Arrows smashed into wooden shields like many ears of rye and wheat, and arrows pierced through chicken feathers everywhere. The arrow smashed through the wooden shield and hit the soldier's next door, piercing his eyes and neck through the gap, and the red spray paint spurted fiercely. The Polotsk soldiers who witnessed the miserable condition of their companions could only go further and use the shield to help each other's torso and face. They even lost the opportunity to resist.

Of course, even for Russ cavalry, frequent use of Parthian tactics is a huge drain on horsepower. According to the experience of past wars, it is necessary to take a good rest after six such operations. Then do it six times!

So, the fourth round of attacks came again!

Although it is a small-scale conflict, the battlefield is like a wildebeest group chosen by a small group of lions in the African grasslands. At least the wildebeest will fight hard, and the Polotsk troops who have been beaten have been helplessly gathering.

"They are too weak." Quetzal was speechless, and suggested Fisk: "I saw you send your soldiers to wear a lot of armor. Do you still insist on your ultimate strategy? It's better to let your men rush to solve the battle."

"No need." Fisker's expression was iron, "one more time, make them break down and flee."

"So then fight back and flee the enemy?"

"Then chase. I changed my mind!"

This is often the case. Once the battle begins, it can hardly progress as expected by the initiator. Even if Fisk wants to be kind, he and his brothers have long been red-eyed, and their minds as warriors are fully awakened.

The final round of cavalry shooting began, and the cavalry swept past quickly after inflicting some kills.

At this moment, the warhorse was already holding its head high and panting heavily, and the constant turning back and charging consumed a lot of horsepower, so the seventh round was completely suspended.

"Stop!" Fisk shouted again and ordered: "Remove the bow! Draw the sword!"

All the cavalry turned their horses and understood that this was the last pursuit, and the Pechenegs who were traveling with them also drew their swords or took up battle axes.

Fisk was not in a hurry to attack immediately. He checked his army and noticed that he should have no losses. It is true that we do not give the enemy a chance to counterattack, and of course we have no casualties.

The battle became like this, which surprised both sides. Fisk really didn't expect the enemy to be so weak, and Proclaw didn't know what to do because he was beaten.

The visibly tired cavalry remained firmly in control of the battlefield initiative, and those Polotsks were equally tired, and at the same time severely suffered from fear. They longed for a chance to escape, and their eyes watched the movements of the Rus through wooden shields filled with arrows.

Countless people have grass in their hearts. They want to run away and worry that once they get out of the cover of the large army, they will become the prey to be shot and killed by the Rosma bandits. They became extremely conservative, and they stayed where they were, as if they were frightened and stupid, and could only helplessly point their spears to the outside.

The Russ cavalry was completely uniform, and the Pecheneg cavalry wore iron masks. The final hack is about to begin, although that doesn't meet the requirements of steppe tactics.

"It's time to go! Russ! Form a wall! Walk with me at a slow pace! The Pechenegs are behind!"

As a result, the Russ with a large number of people lined up on the wall. They formed a thin line array. This array was extremely wide but thin. The attackers naturally knew their own strength, but in the eyes of the victims and enemies, it was like a wall that was unstoppable. Slowly pressured towards himself.

There was still a whizzing sound in the sky, and the Pecheneg people who were the deep guards were still shooting arrows in the air. Quetzal cooperates as he sees fit, feeling that it is inappropriate to launch a lethal raid now, and to fire arrows to further damage the enemy's morale.

A wall was pressing head on, and the Polotsks had to guard against arrows falling from the sky in order to defend against this wall.

Those who are still resisting are surrounded by many wounded, the wounded are howling, the dead have been completely paralyzed, and the number of people is clearly dominant. Proclaw's mind was a little clearer, and he appealed to his brothers to actively defend against the enemy. Unexpectedly, the morale of the frightened compatriots was on the verge of collapse.

The collapse is only a matter of time. It only needs a fuse, and the entire army will completely collapse.

The fuse will inevitably come.

At first, it was just a soldier who couldn't stand the tragic situation. He dropped the broken shield with arrows and ran towards the woodland area north of the river with a hand axe.

It's like an avalanche, starting with just a few snowflakes falling, and then the chain reaction quickly evolves into a massive collapse.

The second person, the third person... Now there are more than ten people, more than twenty people...

"Boss! They finally fled! Hurry up and chase!" Some Ross warriors roared anxiously.

Fisk was waiting for this opportunity, and he finally managed to induce the enemy to self-disintegrate. He stretched out his arms and turned the steel sword in his hands with great radiance: "All army! Shock! Wanton slashing."

The charge has begun!

The generally armored Ross cavalry is a low-profile version of the heavy cavalry, led by Fisk himself, the wall gradually turned into a chisel, and it slammed into the enemy who was completely fleeing.

Those who were running towards the forest were let go because they were wasting their time in pursuit. The cavalry was obsessed with dividing and encircling the enemy, like a dagger cutting through fresh meat, part of which was enjoyed and part of it was given up.

The horses smashed the fleeing people, and the cavalry with the swords raised the steel swords over their heads in the reverse direction very carefully, and stabbed at the enemy. After all, this is not a broad-blade saber. The slender Ross steel sword is more different from all Viking swords. The design focuses on assassination rather than slashing. Objectively, it is also very suitable for cavalry to kill unarmored targets.

The sword stabbed an enemy, and with the blessing of the speed of the warhorse, this stab inflicted a deep wound, and the person hit by the sword was almost certain to die.

They were ruthless killing machines, and the Pecheneg cavalry at the rear saw it clearly.

This is the seventh round of combat. The Russ cavalry tore the Polotsk army apart. Those who have fled into the forest or are fleeing are not chasing, and the cavalry that has lost momentum will fight against the enemy in front of them.

The cavalry finally turned into a state of fighting on their own, and Fisk no longer worried that his cavalry would be killed by the enemy who actively resisted in the chaos. On the contrary, the enemies in front of them almost all lost their fighting spirit, and they all threw their weapons and huddled together waiting for the fate of death.

Killing a guy who threw a weapon is not brave, and most of these people will not be killed. This is not because the Russ cavalry is suddenly kind, but the brothers deliberately capture slaves.

The Russ cavalry wanted to capture slaves, and the Polotsk cavalry even more so. What's more, there are obviously female warriors here. Like other kin, they almost gave up their resistance, and they were all captured.

"Quickly capture the prisoners! Then sell them to the Rus to make money!" Quetzal appealed to his subordinates in the language of the prairie to get to work quickly, so some black-haired prairie warriors still dismounted and **** the frightened enemies with standing cables. Stop.

The steppe people are very particular about the female warriors of Polotsk, but now it is more appropriate to describe "peasant women who have lost their fighting spirit". According to the past trade, if the slaves were captured and sold to the north, the Rus would pay a lucrative delivery to buy the captives. This time, the Quetzal went north to the Smolensk villages in a hurry and did not gain anything. Now it is the capture of captives to earn extra money. good opportunity.

The act of capturing prisoners is aggravating the chaos, and the Ross cavalry who are caught in the chaos have no time to take care of their comrades.

Fisk's sword was dripping blood, and he looked left and right to notice that some brave warriors were still fighting against their wagons.

carriage? Those ponies looked too naive.

The Russ cavalry was spinning around the grouped enemy, the enemy kept stabbing with spears, and the orphans poked the air, just to scare the cavalry who kept wandering back.

The cavalry with swords nailed it to death, and people kept taking arrows, and shooting arrows against the face continued to consume the strength of the enemy.

At this moment, the great leader of Polotsk, Proclaw, was among them. He had the opportunity to escape in the chaos, but he decided to stick here because he could not afford to lose face. He was mentally prepared to die in battle, and at one point he planned to shout to attract the attention of the cavalry, thinking that he would kill an enemy before he died, but the Russ did not give him a chance to duel.

The guards guarding him were all wearing chain mail, and by coincidence they were also wearing leopard skins.

It really shows loyalty and goodness in adversity, and those soldiers who were raised on weekdays are now desperately resisting. The clothes of these people were completely different from those of the peasants and soldiers. Fisk realized that he had a high probability of catching a big fish. Of course, it was unrealistic to expect the enemy to surrender in a chaotic battle. Even if the enemy military commander is found and killed, there is no pity, because an agent has already arranged.

The pointed armor-piercing arrows made the Polotsk's limited chainmail still meaningless, soldiers were shot, and Proclaw watched as his cronies kept dying, and there was nothing he could do.

He knew that he had been defeated, and the cavalry in front of him didn't seem to be many, and the Polotsk Army, which was clearly in number, disintegrated without any decent resistance.

He saw with his own eyes that a village leader was killed.

Proclaw has always been entangled in this war. The situation in front of him was not his original intention. However, because of public opinion, he could only lead the people to the battlefield. If the war is defeated and the people are responsible for their own choices, Proclaw can quibble that this is a self-inflicted experience of his own people, so what's the point? A perished village alliance, what qualifications does a surviving leader have to survive?

Continue to sit still like wild boars **** to be bled, although warriors in boar hides are killed in cavalry strikes as prolific.

Proclaw gave it his all: "Brothers! Fight with them! If you want to die, you will die!" After that, he simply squeezed out the wall of people protecting him, holding his Viking sword to fight the cavalry.

The broad-blade Viking sword is a derivative of the Roman sword. The wide-blade shape of the Rus cavalry is very sensitive, not to mention Proclaw himself dressed like a serious Viking.

He is certainly not a Viking, rather he is imitating the Danish settlers from the Gulf of Riga.

Fisk looked so real, really thought he might be fighting a group of Danish mercenaries.

"Are you Danes? Stop it! I can't kill you!" Fisk at this moment persuaded him to surrender in Norse, but the other party was really Danes and probably didn't want to humiliate and surrender.

These words were actually answered in Slavic language. The speaker's words were very sloppy, and his tone was probably swearing.

Open your mouth and curse back? You don't have to.

Looking at the battlefield, the enemy with good legs and feet has escaped cleanly, the riverside battlefield is full of corpses, the cavalry is still cruising to make up for the knife, and the black-haired prairie people wearing masks are actively taking prisoners. Fisk mobilized more than a dozen brothers to launch the final attack. More than a dozen people who were stubbornly resisted were directly knocked down. Then the Ross warriors who were cruising in circles dismounted, turned into sword and shield hands, and stunned the enemy in leopard skin with their shields, killing them. Struggling to resist, tying up the faint, the submissive.

With only one hundred and fifty cavalry, the enemy with superior force was defeated and lost. The battlefield was full of corpses, and a large number of prisoners with their hands tied were constantly gathered into a pile. . They were shivering, because someone who tried to escape in the chaos was brutally shot, and the prisoners did not dare to escape again.

The cavalry captured the pony, which the Pechenegs thought was too strange, and their curiosity kept them petting. The supplies transported by the pony carts were completely seized, and the food contained in them greatly boosted morale.

Quetzal was busy sweeping the battlefield. He hoped to find valuables from the dead bodies everywhere, and it was best to collect some silver coins. How can a group of farmers have a lot of silver coins, but the prairie people have found a lot of hand axes and scythes. They don't know how to use the giant scythe. According to its shape, it is estimated that it is used by the enemy to kill the horse team. Fortunately, the horse team did not lose. Hand axes are all accepted, this valuable thing is gathered by Quetzal.

For the Ross cavalry, who are all veterans of hundreds of battles, have no idea what loot they can find. The enemy is too poor to even be robbed by the wealthy Ross veterans.

Only those guys in leopard skins.

The Rus people also went south this time, and only realized that there is something called a leopard in the world when they detained the messenger Lambert. Lambert, whose name comes from the leopard. This naming method is not qualified to accuse Fisker of being strange, after all, Fisker's original intention is a big fish.

The European leopard's fur is relatively fine, large, and has mottled patterns throughout.

For the tribes belonging to the West Slavic ethnic group, European bison, European leopard and wild boar are often seen in their living environment, which is different from the East Slavic ethnic group who often encounter brown bears and white bears. It is quite natural to worship fierce beasts. The Polotsk people are ancient Polish immigrants from the Vistula River. There are also leopard activities in the living area. It is suitable for Proclaw to decorate itself with leopard skin.

Of course, the Polotsk Great Chief did not die, or because he wore a Viking-style iron helmet, leopard skin on his shoulders, and a Viking sword in his hand. No matter how he looked at this guy, he was a high-ranking officer, and sloppy killing was not in line with the Rus cavalry. Fisker also wants these guys to provide some meaningful information.

Proclaw was captured alive after being knocked unconscious, and as many as ten "leopard-skin guards" with similar equipment were also captured.

Even if Fisk could not judge at all whether these well-dressed people were mercenaries~www.mtlnovel.com~ or senior members of the Polotsk Army, it was certain that they were not ordinary people.

He specially ordered: "You stare at these guys, you must not pick up your clothes, and tell me when they wake up!"

"According to the order." More than a dozen soldiers who were responsible for persevering took the order.

After that, Fisk rode his mount to patrol the messy battlefield. Perhaps the war with the Polotsks ended inexplicably in this way. If so, Polotsk has no defenses. Wouldn't it be a good idea to conquer them?

A bold idea came into being - quickly conquer Polotsk, support the agent Lambert, and repay the king.

Based on this idea, Fisk hurriedly issued a merciful order, that is, ordering soldiers not to kill prisoners, all prisoners should be gathered together, those who were lightly wounded would be taken away, and only those who suffered fatal wounds and bleeding would make up for it. end its pain. According to the defeated Polotsk Army, there were a large number of female fighters, and he additionally ordered the young and vigorous fighters not to be rude to them, and to drive them to one place like cattle and sheep and not do anything.

No more persecution after the war, all for the convenience of controlling Polotsk in the future, Fisk is just imitating the method of Rurik, the king of Rus.

Chapter end