Rise of Rurik Chapter 1143

Every family has high hopes for their eldest sons. They are like young eagles that have been in the nest for a long time. Their wings are full and it is time to fly.

The Seventh Banner Corps belongs to the conscripted citizen soldiers in terms of identity.

Boys and girls with the blood of the old Ross, according to the old rules of Ross, theoretically have the obligation to serve in the army during wartime.

Half of the basic two-year education is spent on physical fitness and combat training, and young children naturally know some combat skills.

Such talents organize a team, and then step up training in the hands of professionals, and a new army will be quickly formed.

Such a new army is not qualified, just because their swords are not stained with blood.

Bearing the responsibility of not dishonoring the glory of his parents, he has the desire to establish new feats. Another reason is very realistic. The child's parents need him to go out to get spoils to subsidize the family, because there are too many younger brothers and sisters.

Parents will not let their children go on a simple expedition, they have already prepared weapons and protective gear for their eldest son.

A steel sword, multiple hatchets, leather-covered and painted bucklers, leather-covered helmets, lined leather jackets, chain mail, and other utensils.

Although some weapons and protective gear will be distributed by the king, considering the complicated situation on the battlefield, the parents will take out the equipment that has been prepared, and even hand over their own weapons to the eldest son in advance.

The Seventh Banner is being formally armed.

Just look at these fighters. The flag team was reorganized, and unexpectedly two centurions out of the 500-man team were fully equipped with crossbows.

Each team carries a wooden arm crossbow modified from a recurve bow. Compared with the old version, its draw distance can be longer and the poundage is higher. It uses needle-like armor-piercing light arrows. The buckle mode makes the winding very fast. It doesn't matter if the mechanical parts are damaged. What you get after removing the bow arm is a normal recurve bow. The archer immediately continues to fight in the posture of a step archer.

The other team is equipped with steel-armed crossbows. Its shooting range is short, and the short, thick and heavy arrows fired within a distance equivalent to 50 meters have extremely strong lethality. It can even be thrown, even if the effect is not good, it is still lethal against the enemy's light armor or unarmored soldiers.

The other two teams seem to be just the most normal sword and shield players, but they are not.

A centurion can be decomposed into twelve Shiman teams, the so-called combat squads. These two teams have a total of 24 squads, each of which is in charge of a portable torsion slingshot, or ballista.

It is a heavy weapon that has demonstrated its superiority in previous battles. It fired either a javelin or a cast iron projectile with a conical head. The former focuses on long-range damage, while the latter focuses on medium and short-range damage.

It has been more than ten years since its birth in Ross, and the weapon system has been continuously optimized, and now it has been built to be as dexterous as possible.

Some people carry the wheels, some manage the cart parts, and some work together to look after the core parts of the slingshot. The modular design allows for quick assembly when the various parts arrive at their destination. The subsequent actions are easier, because of the power of the wheels, a single person can move freely by pulling the vehicle-mounted torsion slingshot.

The Seventh Banner is too young, and Rurik doesn't trust them to participate in the battle. What Ross relies on to conquer the world, one is a strong bow and crossbow, the other is a large warship, and the third is cavalry. Ross has long been an outlier in the Viking world, and the tactics he uses are really easy to use.

In the last month before leaving, the Seventh Banner team stepped up their training. They have become a unit that focuses entirely on the power of long-range weapons, but it is also an indispensable force in the army.

Another strength of the Ross Army is that it has separated different arms in advance, and it is manifested as multi-arm coordination on the battlefield.

Blue Fox will recruit 1,000 Gotalans in Gothenburg to fight, and follow Ross to establish a flag team system. Those people can only learn as much as they can, but in real fighting it is already the same. The so-called personnel form a shield wall to hedge against the enemy, relying on teamwork to forcibly break through the enemy's front line and then carry out random killings. Even so, it is already stronger than many tribes, at least better than the Saxons who have been disarmed for a long time.

The real Ross army should not expect too much from those Yotaland allies. The two flag teams on the Ross side must seize the time to contact and cooperate.

No, Rurik Assault invented an exercise mode.

The field where soldiers are trained is always covered with snow, and the knee-touching snow is constantly being collected, and the snow transported from the city is also constantly piling up.

The snow is deliberately made into a large number of snow columns, which are covered with rags and waste thatch mats to imitate human clothes and hats. The wooden boards are placed to act as shields, and the raised wooden poles are used as spears.

A large number of dummies were made, and it looks like a large army from a distance.

Look! The first banner of the standing army formed a wide shield wall, and behind them were crossbowmen who used projectiles and torsion slingshots that advanced to fight. During the exercise of Xu Jin's barrage attack, accompanied by a large number of sword and shield players advancing steadily, arrows and javelins flew overhead.

But the snowman is a dead thing, the biggest benefit of this exercise is to ensure that the various arms in the attack are not out of touch.

When it comes to real exercises, it is better to organize real troops to conduct brutal "competitions".

The third flag team, the Slavic flag team, is mainly composed of White Tree Manor personnel. Those who finished hunting and waited for the ice to melt were assembled by surprise. There are also veterans of the Mstisk First Banner Team, and even cavalry dismounted as guest infantry.

No, one side is the army left behind, and the other side is the army that is urgently waiting to go out.

"Competition" does not use bows, but round shields and wooden weapons. Whenever a wooden sword or wooden ax is rammed against a person, if the force is too strong, the bone may be broken. All the participants were wearing normal armor. Under the command of the solemn sound of the horn horn, more than two thousand people lined up in two shield walls and collided with each other on the snow. It was agreed that no one should make a dead hand, and the victory was won by breaking the opponent's line. .

Are you really going to kill me? The anxious people completely forgot that the other party was their own race. Most of the people were ruthless people fighting in the mountains of corpses and seas of blood. Even if they held wooden sticks in their hands, they had to keep poking and ramming them.

The noise was so loud that people from the entire city of Novgorod and even nearby villages came to watch these barbaric dramas at the end of winter.

There are dense crowds of people standing on the city wall, and some people pile up boxes on their own sleds, just to see it better and more realistically.

The young soldiers of the Seventh Banner were mixed with the standing army. They became part of the shield wall and were carried by the old guys. The soldiers gritted their teeth and confronted the opposite clan.

A dignified old man puts on his gold-plated battle armor, and he sits on a sled, wearing a tough polar bear skin. The sled is even decorated with bear heads, just to prove the bravery of the old man.

Otto will go to the capital, he will see off the expeditionary force himself, and he will also see the launch of the "Sovereign of the Sea".

Now, with a gold-plated treasure helmet on his head and the sword of "Destroyer" in his arms, he watched the brutal "big melee" with a high profile accompanied by his family.

At this moment, the shouts of killing shook the sky, and tens of thousands of onlookers stood far away, either excited, worried, or crazy, and all kinds of sounds turned into the roar of the earth.

"Rurik, if you do this...you might die." Otto raised his old face slightly, looking at his serious son.

"There are indeed risks. But I...would rather have them beaten black and blue here than to be killed suddenly by Frankish soldiers. Father, we have very strong veterans, and only by following them can new recruits progress rapidly."

"We've never done that before!"

"It's available now. I don't think it's too late."

"What?"

"Those who were injured in the chaotic battle, or even died accidentally. They were either too reckless or too cowardly. In my opinion, the strikers of the two teams are heavily armored and have a shield wall. It is very difficult to get injured. .”

"Okay. You always have a point." Otto closed his mouth and continued to admire.

Rurik could hear his old father's displeasure, and then looked at his female records, especially at his mother Niya's troubled face, it seemed that his brutal military training behavior was too vicious. It was indeed ferocious, the battle of the exercise had already begun, and I couldn't stop it.

The standing army was fierce, leading the seventh banner team to attack all the way.

However, the mixed army on the opposite side seemed to be retreating steadily due to lack of physical strength. Unexpectedly, it was a strategy or following the trend. It was a fact that they retreated in the middle. They actually launched an outflank from the two wings.

"Idiot! Beware of our flanks!" However, Grund's cry was drowned out by the shouts of killing.

Askad, who was in front line fighting for the first time, was infected by the strong stimulation. He could ignore the pain of the wooden stick hitting the armor, and he almost ignored the fatigue. He just gritted his teeth and continued to attack, unable to carry out Grund's orders at all.

The experienced veterans successfully completed the outflanking, the shield wall directly pressed over, and the pincer-shaped pocket array was being built...

In this situation, old Otto recalled many **** battles in the past. He cleared his throat: "It's done. Our recruits have already been defeated. Thanks to the wooden sticks used, you issued a restraining order, otherwise..."

"Otherwise they will die with swords in their backs." Rurik sullenly said.

"Yes. Perhaps, your tactic is indeed effective. This farce can be ended, and their commanders are called over, and we can ask them."

The sound of horns and drums suppressed their fight as much as possible, and the people trapped in the encirclement still rushed out of the encirclement from the front. They heard the sound of the signal and slowly stopped the "fight".

It wasn't until the manic heart calmed down that the muscles and bones began to ache.

Who's winning? Hard to say. Seems to be just a tie.

The young man marveled at the ferocity and mercilessness of the veteran, and the veteran admired the brute force of the young man.

Poor Askad was not injured on the surface, but his helmet was rammed off, and his head was buzzing. When he took off the helmet and touched his head, he found that there was still a swollen bump.

"Did we win or did we lose?" he asked, pouting at Grund, whose head was soaked in sweat and his hair was smoking wildly.

"Of course I won. You did a good job, boy."

"Hey boy." Askad touched his smoking head again, "The helmet didn't protect my head well."

"It's good for you to realize this. If we really break out of war with the Franks, the ones who will be killed will be battle axes and swords. Maybe you will be smashed by the big axe and die directly. Learn from it."

"oh."

Askad has indeed learned a lot. He has to report the situation to his uncle and grandfather, and the nobles who participated in the chaotic war also have to report.

He was suffocating evil fire in his heart, the guys who just got along with each other were either relatives or friends, and looking at them again, they had other meanings.

Everyone stood in front of the old King Otto's sleigh with different expressions. The same thing is that they are all desperately emitting mist, as if they just got out of the sauna.

Who actually won? Otto gave a "evenly matched" reply.

"Now, the Overlord declares a tie." Rurik repeated, opening his arms: "Then, the venison stew I promise to the victor may be enjoyed by all of you."

Old Otto coughed twice more: "Let's talk about your feelings." He took a special look at Askad, and he knew what the kid was thinking when he saw his nephew's pouted mouth.

He asked Governor Medved first.

"It's really a fierce battle. I feel like I'm facing a big enemy. If it's a real battle, I'm afraid my people will die on a large scale."

Medved's words are full of flattery. Although most of his people are Slavs, many people are now Vikingized. After the war mode begins to converge, the aggressive and ruthless appearance is getting closer and closer to the real old Russian soldiers.

Arik participated in the "fighting" like Fisk. Considering that the battle was either a nephew or a brother, the two tried to maintain a humble attitude. Especially Arik, he knew his son was angry, but he didn't dare to pour cold water on the kid with radical words.

"What about you? Askad." Otto waited until the end before asking.

"Grandpa. I..." The boy raised his head, looked at Otto, then at Rurik.

"How?" Rurik had just finished asking, when he took a closer look and noticed the bulge on his nephew's head. "You are hurt?"

"It's not fair! We are too young, our body is not strong enough, this kind of fighting is very bad for me."

"Fair? War, how can it be fair?" Otto was a little surprised. He didn't expect his nephew to say such a thing. "Hehe, tell me, what is fair?"

"Well... it should be an equal battle. They are old fighters, we are new, they are physically strong, we are weak. So it is not fair."

Askad's words left everyone present speechless.

"Nonsense." Arik reprimanded bluntly.

"Hey! This kid is just simple." Otto signaled Arik to shut up, and then waved his hand to let his nephew come to him.

The pouting Askad had no choice but to do so, thinking that his grandpa could comfort him, but unexpectedly, a big hand stretched out suddenly, directly stuck in the boy's neck. Askad subconsciously grasped the big hand with both hands and tried to break free, coughing so much that he moved his feet instinctively.

The grandnephew's leg kicked him, but Otto was unmoved. He even signaled to the surprised people not to approach him, and then grabbed Askad's neck with both hands. But the boy gritted his teeth and resolutely resisted, and finally relied on his strength to break free from the restraints of his grandfather. He patted his blushing face and asked in confusion, "Grandpa, what are you doing?"

"Then, was the duel between our father and father fair?" Otto asked again panting heavily, which showed that he was also quite tired just now.

"I... I don't know."

"How can you talk about fairness? I'm old! If I was young, how would you break free? You would be cut off from the neck. Instead, you are young and can quickly break free from my hand. You know..." Otto grabbed the wooden stick beside him, He signaled everyone not to help, and stood up angrily by his own strength. This time the polar bear's clothes fell off, revealing his heavy gold-plated battle armor.

"You know, I was the number one warrior in Ross when I was young? Do you know Ross's old competition? In order to fight for power, participants bet their lives! Anyone can participate, young or old. Is this competition fair? "

"I…"

Otto intends to discipline his nephew and grandnephew, because he has always felt guilty for his younger brother who died early. If that unfortunate Yaw hadn't happened, he wouldn't have been attacked by the Gotlanders, and his brother Ogier wouldn't have died. Thinking of these, he placed high hopes on his great-nephew Askad.

"My child~www.mtlnovel.com~ You still need to learn. Are you really suitable for the battlefield like this? You will talk to those fierce Franks about the need for a fair fight? Don't make excuses for defeat! You have clearly participated in the real war Why didn't you learn to understand the great war? Remember, you use your brain to fight, and victory is the most important thing. In order to win, we have to fight more and attack less. Forget the experience you learned from fighting among children, you Now a war chief!"

"Yes." The pinch just now woke the boy up.

Thinking about it carefully, it would be ridiculous and generous to make excuses for the disadvantage of the battle. He didn't want to quibble any more, and he still didn't want to admit that he was unfavorable in the battle, and of course there was nothing to admit. Get rid of sophistry for defeat, the rest is not admitting mistakes and not admitting defeat.

The kid simply raised his chest and said wildly: "I will become stronger, and I will make great achievements in Frank for you to see!"

"That's right. When you come back, bring more of the gold and silver you seized, and I will see if you keep your word."

Otto used aggressive methods again, only to see Askad slamming his chest again and bluntly saying that he would do it...

Chapter end