Rise of Rurik Chapter 1297

The sky was getting dark and the sun was setting fast. Winter is by no means a good season for combat. The daylight hours have been shortened to less than nine hours. Of course, there is no clock system in this era, and everyone can feel the daylight hours getting shorter and shorter.

It would be extremely troublesome if the battle dragged on into the night. The reinforcements from the Gulf of Riga, who suddenly entered the battlefield, noticed the disaster that their friendly forces were facing. Spueut didn't understand why the fortress defenders let the fortress burn, and why they rushed out of the city to fight. Maybe it was just courage?

Spueut didn't want to procrastinate, and considering that his brothers were already prepared, he would not be physically exhausted by riding a sled to the battlefield. At most, his hips and legs were sore from sitting for too long, and he just went into battle to stretch his muscles and bones.

Spuyut, Trarang, Stekander... all the heroes cruising the sea have now become land warriors.

However, it was the torsion slingshot mounted on the sled that struck first, and the ferocious blow from the steel-armed crossbow.

The shield wall was advancing, and on the flanks of the army, a small arrow array was organized in Puyut. They used a winch to string the crossbow, and together with the torsion slingshot, they launched a straight round of attacks at the extremely densely packed enemies, which was also the only long-range attack planned.

Javelins and heavy arrows immediately killed and wounded a group of Smolensk soldiers. The brand-new Varyags who were killed suddenly still carried the Ross flag. They were hit hard again in the fierce battle, and their companions died too easily. , It is undoubtedly a major blow to morale.

Even so, the shield wall of the Ross people has been fully suppressed, and retreat is absolutely impossible. The brothers can only bite the bullet and fight.

The Smolensk people shouted with great momentum, and the Ross reinforcements on the opposite side uttered a deafening Viking battle cry.

The warriors lowered their crossbows, drew out their steel swords and put on their round shields on their right arms, and they quickly formed a formation. A wide wall was advancing steadily on the ice, and the Smolensk did not hesitate to organize their spear wall of limited length, charging forward in a rather chaotic manner.

"Get ready to fight! Protect your body."

"Rear team with shield against front shield."

"Let them rush! Let's defend and counterattack!" The northerners pay attention to basic tactics in war-shield wall. No one knew that this tactic was suitable for birth. Swedes, Götalands, Danes, Norwegians, and all kinds of northerners were using this simple and effective tactic, including the group of Saaremaa pirates who were recruited.

After all, they are not the regular army of Ross, and they are completely unable to perform more complex tactical actions like the standing army and the citizen's flag team.

An old fritter in Spueut, he knows the level of the coalition he organizes best. Now all the warriors in plate armor are in the front, and the chain mail is in the rear.

As for the brothers in the Danish community, their armed strength is relatively weak, and they are moved to the full back position as a whole.

But these Danes are not going to watch the Ross kill the enemy. Stekander He has a special mission with fifty Danish brothers he has chosen from the Ministry.

The collision happened! Some Smolensk warriors rushed too hard, their spears were not released, and they hit the round shield of the Russian army directly, and were mercilessly assassinated.

The latecomer jumped into the air by stepping on the corpse of the predecessor, and flew directly over the head of the Ross soldier with an ax in his hand. After completing a head-opening scoop, he exchanged his vigorous death for another.

Iron leather helmets can prevent cuts, and ordinary arrows miss hits, but they can't withstand the splitting of an ax at all. Even if the blade of the ax was not sharp enough, it was powerful enough to shatter a person's skull and kill him on the spot.

Ross's reinforcements began to suffer casualties, and the shield walls of the reinforcements fully withstood the frenzied onslaught of the enemy. Chaos is inevitable.

"Kill! Kill them!" Vadim's cry was drowned in the shouts of killing all over the sky. He himself suddenly seemed small, and normal combat has become extremely complicated!

It was no longer possible for Vadim to command his own army. He could not convey the exact new order to every soldier in the fierce battle in the chaotic battle.

From the standpoint of the Smolensk Army, this was less like a war than a mad dog brawl involving thousands of people.

But here in Vadim, he led his elite troops to fight hard, and finally broke the myth that the Ross army was invincible.

Of course, just win once. Until all the enemies turned into corpses, Vadim also believed that all the people killed were Rus.

In fact, the dead were all Danish armed businessmen. These people were outnumbered. More than 80 male and female soldiers all spilled blood on the ice, and a corresponding number of Smolensk soldiers were buried with them.

The ice surface turned dark red, and the blood quickly froze again. Vadim's armored warriors had suffered a lot, and now he was facing new challenges, even newer ones.

The Ross figure seems to be using conspiracy.

"Damn it, I just dealt with one group, and another group popped up suddenly. When I deal with a new group of people, why are there more Ross people appearing? Are you fighting me with wheels? If this continues, the morale of my soldiers will soon be depleted The moment when it's over!" Vadim was extremely sad and angry, but luckily he had no intention of retreating.

The commander-in-chief acted like he would fight to the death, leading the elite troops into new battles, and ordinary tribal soldiers saw that the big leader was leading the charge or pressing the formation, so they had the courage to follow suit.

As a result, the siege of the Ostara army against Vesund's out-of-city operations suddenly weakened, and the brothers who were struggling to maintain the circular defense line were overjoyed.

"It's a friendly army! Thanks to Odin, we are saved. Brothers, let's break out and reunite with the friendly army!" Wisund began to seize the once-in-lifetime opportunity, and the circular defense line moved towards the friendly army while resisting.

They stepped on the corpses of their enemies and companions lying in a pool of blood, and gradually joined forces with their allies. Both sides raised the Ross flag high, and before everyone had time to greet them, they immediately transformed into a new whole and began to fight side by side...Spuut didn't know the lord of Novopolodsk Castle, Vishund, so he seemed to compare I don't even know such an excellent fighter as Xiao Mu.

He didn't need to know him at first, but now he noticed the brave man among the new companions out of the corner of his eye. Some warriors swung their tomahawks extremely viciously, cutting off half of the enemy's head with just one heavy blow, and the thing with a red and white face was completely unmoved, and continued to fight hard.

The shield wall continued to advance, and the Riga reinforcements and the fortress defenders became a whole, and they began to fight against the Smolensk army.

Vadim also hoped that the brothers could crush the new enemy in one fell swoop, but the situation on the battlefield was taking a turn for the worse.

"No, I will lose the battle if I let the situation go on." Vadim gritted his teeth and raised his arms to call on his hard-core followers: "Brothers! The day of revenge is now. Kill all Rus people, for you Revenge for the slain relatives!" Hatred is the existence that can suppress fear.

Those warriors in leather armor were all bitter and bitter. They lost their homes and loved ones, and they were exiled in other villages.

Their will to fight is extremely strong. Even if they die in battle, they must kill at least one Ross bandit, so that they can give an explanation to their dead relatives in the Nether World.

Vadim really put the experiment into practice, and he was indeed leading the charge. He rushed to the front line with his personal soldiers, facing the **** shield wall of the Ross people.

He didn't have fear or excitement, but based on the instinct of a warrior, he charged forward mercilessly.

Originally, the morale of the Smolensk Army, which had already begun to retreat under the pressure of the shield wall, was on the verge of collapsing, and their morale suddenly rose again!

It all depends on the fact that Vadim is already on the front line, his sword is already on the Rus' shield. As for the Ross Allied Forces, the soldiers were obviously outnumbered, and they maintained a relatively large shield wall to press forward. The width of the battlefield was deliberately widened and the shield wall was still unbreakable, so that the Smolensk Army, which was caught in a chaotic battle, felt Ross's new reinforcements were in great numbers.

The wounded soldiers were seldom paid attention to, and the corpses of the dead comrades were lying in a pool of blood. The troops of Spuyut had to do this to their own men, but there were some soldiers at the end of the line, and they checked all the wounded with their swords.

It was the companion who ignored it, and the enemy who immediately stabbed the vital point with a sword. But it has been many years since Spueut himself, and he has forgotten how many years ago it was the last time he came to the front line to fight like this.

The Ross Navy has been fighting wars since ten years ago, relying on large ships to bully people from above. Even the usual gang-hopping operations in northern naval warfare have been marginalized by the Ross people.

The current fighting has reawakened the old man's warrior blood, and at this moment he has become an infantryman.

The enemy, who was already exhausted, seemed to have suddenly gone mad. Could it be the last madness? The wide shield wall could no longer be advanced, it began to become zigzag, and some positions were in great danger of being overwhelmed by the enemy.

Suddenly, there was still a position that was overwhelmed, and Smolensk fighters filed in through the breach.

"Damn it! You quickly plug the gap! The whole army continues to suppress and advance!" Helplessly, Spuyut's thick cry was drowned in the deafening shouts of killing.

At this moment he looked at his son.

"Boy, find your Uncle Tralang yourself, and ask him to lead people to plug the gap immediately!"

"Ah I?!"

"Hurry up!" Little Spuut still has no name of his own. His name is Erik, he is also called Bjorn, and sometimes he is called Harald.

A boy with no military exploits, even though he is the son of Spyut, is still unknown, but those boring Saarema pirates will give him silly names for entertainment.

Only he himself knows his real name Eric, and he needs to take the opportunity to get his own nickname.

His own son acted as the messenger, and sure enough, Telalang led more than a dozen brothers covered in blood, and drew his troops from the stable sentinel and rushed towards the gap.

Although the sword and ax did not block the gap, they contained the further influx of enemies. Vadim was disappointed,

"Damn, they almost broke their shield wall! I almost won!" Sometimes an opportunity once lost is lost forever!

Vadim couldn't help turning his head behind him, seeing that he clearly had an army of 3,000, even though he had lost hundreds of people in the previous battle, his strength was still strong.

What is going on now? ! Some tribal fighters seemed to stand still under the deliberate instructions of those noble youths. To put it nicely, they were so-called frightened and dared not march.

Now it is I who lead my cronies to fight resolutely, and then lead a group of brave men to fight. Vadim himself was out of breath with exhaustion, and for a moment he felt shamefully betrayed.

It seemed as if hundreds of people were war weary and did not engage in the toughest battles. Those people seem to be stooping to pick up the spoils, completely ignoring that their comrades are being killed by the Rus... And in the camp of the Rus coalition, Spuut has always hidden a secret weapon-the tactical reserve.

As expected, the son Eric did things quickly, and the boy returned to his father.

"Good job. Tralang will take care of everything. Now go and call Strokander on standby!"

"Ah? I'm still going?!"

"Go, tell him to take his cronies out of the shield wall and rush out like a berserker!"

"Okay." Until now, Strkander was only able to confirm that the defenders of the fortress were the Ostara army. A notable feature was that some soldiers put horn decorations on their helmets.

Pitiful for these decorations, some have only one horn left, and some horns have been broken in half, apparently chopped off by the enemy during the fight.

The specific identity of the enemy must be the Smolensk Army, and the leader must be hated by the Russians

"The Fugitive Prince" Vadim. He only knew the identity of the fortress defender, but he didn't have a single acquaintance here.

It is this kind of ignorance that gives us the most appropriate understanding of them in side-by-side combat—although many fighters are too young, they are a group of young wolves, and it is cruel to turn into a pack of wolves and die needlessly.

Stekander has been leading his men on the left flank, so-called close to the burning fortress, close to the right bank of the frozen river.

The shield wall of the Ross Allied Forces therefore appeared very uneven, which also explained the breach in the right wing position.

The reserves are on the left wing!

"Brothers, it's time for us to act! Danes, Odin is watching us. Let's go!" Stekander rushed out of the shield wall with a group of warriors who didn't even wear armor. It was obviously extremely cold, A group of shirtless, with gaudy tattoos on their chests, backs and arms, built their shields into a wedge shape, and lined up their personnel

The "wedge" plunges directly into the chaotic enemy camp. Courage is the best defense at this moment. The Danish warriors deliberately conserving their strength have realized that their fellow clansmen staying in Polotsk will surely encounter disasters. Along with the burning fortress, there are two pointed longships. All the longboat owners here are necessarily from Riga, and necessarily from the Danish community in Riga.

Neighbors and friends for decades, they boldly went to the city of Rome to sell amber beeswax, but they were raped by Smolensk people halfway?

Maybe, because I was late, my friend had already died in battle. If it was earlier...they didn't care too much for the time being, although Strokander took Brother No. 50 to break away from the shield wall to fight. They were energetic and well equipped, and the soldiers of the Smolensk Army were generally out of breath.

Because the battle lasted from morning to evening, both sides had nothing to eat during the process. The battle has become a duel of wills. Even if you just stand still for such a long time, one person is already too tired.

They've been fighting, and the physically dominant Rose's side has shown their stamina advantage.

Slashing with sword and axe, Stekander led his berserkers to kill the exhausted ordinary tribal warriors.

And this has become the last straw that breaks the camel's back. The collapse began on the right flank of the Smolensk army, which was also the left flank of the Russian coalition army.

Fifty Danish berserkers successfully broke the anxious situation! Facing a group of tall and strong warriors with tattoos and pure blond hair suddenly killed by their companions, a large number of companions were killed and injured. The tribal fighters who witnessed all this no longer had the strength and courage to fight back.

They dropped all kinds of weapons and chose to escape, and their escape forced those

The soldiers who "watched the show" fled after them. The village chiefs in Smolensk sent out noble youngsters under the order of the leader Vadim. Most of the boys who can be recommended by relatives and friends are arrogant and indulgent, and they have hatred and disdain for the Rus people.

They shared a room with Vadim and drank kvass~www.mtlnovel.com~ But in the current scene, Vadim felt that he had been betrayed.

"No! You traitors, you can't leave!" Vadim turned his head and shouted, but the total collapse had already begun.

The building collapsed, and the soldiers who were still gritting their teeth one second gave up their defensive positions and ran towards the village, completely ignoring the wailing of their wounded comrades, their boots running wildly in the half-frozen blood, accidentally Tripped over by a dead body, got up and continued running without even picking up a weapon.

"Boss!" Finally, some cronies couldn't bear the most critical situation: "They ran away, and we should retreat too."

"You?! Do you want to be a deserter?"

"Boss, you will definitely die if you stay here." What followed was some rhetoric that the green hills would not worry about running out of firewood.

Vadim gritted his teeth to look at the situation, and the desire to survive suddenly occupied his mind.

"Damn! Let's run! Let's run!" Vadim fled, and everything seemed to reappear more than ten years ago...

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