Rise of Rurik Chapter 1316

Rurik leads the charge!

Seeing the bravery of the king, the four cavalry banners became berserkers one by one as if they drank magical mushroom soup.

Goodbye to the brave standing cavalry of Delos, the Ostara cavalry, Pecheneg cavalry and those horsemen from Kiev, everyone followed closely into battle.

They skillfully took out their recurve bows, and after estimating the distance, they took out arrows from their quiver bags and roughly threw them in the direction of the enemy.

Arrows fell like rain all of a sudden, and countless arrows flew over Rurik's head. The speed of the arrow and the momentum of the horse made the first round of arrow rain extremely lethal.

But the rain of arrows is almost only once.

With just one volley, the defenseless Smolensk defectors were beaten to a blank. The leather clothes couldn't resist Ross's armor-piercing arrows. Countless people were tied into hedgehogs, and the reindeer and horses pulling the sled were shot mad by the arrows. In the extreme chaos, a large number of people were thrown off.

The following tactics do not need to be arranged by Rurik at all. He winked at veteran Fisk and made another gesture.

So, Rurik turned to the left, Fisk turned to the right, and the Ross cavalry split into two groups. The soldiers bent their bows sideways and shot arrows, like a peregrine falcon swooping down and raiding, and shot the arrows directly through the enemy's head!

After the Ross cavalry, the Allied cavalry attacked again.

A powerful riding and shooting assault, the target sled team has completely collapsed.

Although Rurik had a little doubt, he found that this group of people did not look like armed men, at least not all of them. They were definitely not the Smolensk army attacking the Russian army stationed at the altar.

The thing has been done, so let's do it!

Rurik had already circled to the end of the sled team, and three thousand infantry and two thousand cavalry had flanked the target back and forth.

Soldiers with bows and crossbows jumped off the sleds one after another, throwing shots in the approximate direction of the target.

Even the torsion slingshot loaded on the sled angrily fired javelins.

"Let's charge again! Leave no one alive, let's go!" Rurik raised his sword again and led the cavalry to launch the final blow.

The mighty cavalry galloped on the frozen Dnieper River, swords replaced bows, they rushed directly into the sled team, trampled the wounded with iron hooves, and the horses collided with sword thrusts.

The sharp cone-shaped Ross steel sword pierced a **** hole, and there was almost no way out for those caught.

The Ross army settled the battle like a storm, and the scarlet hot blood flowed on the ice along with the mist, and because of the cold, it quickly froze and merged with the ice.

The soldiers who calmed down checked the corpses, only to find that there were actually quite a few women here. They were clearly not soldiers, and the other men who were shot looked like ordinary farmers.

There were indeed quite a few corpses of the armed men, and they died in the dense arrow rain before they could resist at all.

Rurik dismounted from the horse and checked for a while, then he knew that he might have killed the wrong person.

But it doesn't matter, that's the way war is...

He asked the surrendered Hagen to come to examine the corpse, and the current scene undoubtedly deeply shocked the old guy.

Wheat fields seem to grow on the ice? No, they were densely packed arrows stuck on the corpse, with shafts like straw and feathers like ears of wheat.

Suppressing his nervousness, Hagen accidentally found a familiar face among countless dead bodies.

He knelt down and subconsciously covered the dead man's hideous eyes.

This move was noticed by Rurik, who walked among the corpses with a sword in his hand: "This man, is your friend?"

"No. He's a nobleman named Alexander Varyaslavitch."

Rurik was slightly surprised: "What's his name? Alexander?"

"It's just a Greek name. Your Majesty is well-versed and should understand it."

"Of course I understand. It's just... well. Is this man a Smolensk nobleman?"

"Yes." Hagen said again: "He is nicknamed Daddy, and he is indeed older among those nobles. Don't be surprised, the king, those guys all claim to be descendants of Romans, and their names naturally have a bit of Greek color."

"It doesn't matter." Rurik shrugged, "Anyway, they will all become corpses today. Huh, I never thought I would meet them here."

"Maybe they were defectors, and some people were not killed. Your Majesty will just have to interrogate them."

"Of course I will."

The trembling prisoners of war trembled, and the information they immediately revealed was not surprising. The sled team consisted of nearly 500 people, and it was just three nobles who brought their families and servants who wanted to surrender to King Ross.

Until a man pointed out a box in the sled, which was the head of Vadim's wife and children?

Rurik suddenly realized what was going on, and led his subordinates to watch the noble corpse carefully.

The wooden box was opened, and there was only a gray-white skull that was frozen solid inside.

"This is Vadim's family?" Arik approached excitedly but was disappointed.

"I'm afraid only Vadim himself knows."

"Alright. In this way, we will kill the weeds, although we are not the ones who got rid of Vadim's family."

"But they will all be wiped out." Rurik took a good look at his cousin's face, and took the opportunity to reveal some things in his heart: "We will occupy Smolensk, but the people here are not cowardly, I need a A strong person controls this place. Brother, this candidate..." Rurik smiled and remained silent.

"Me? No problem." Arik opened his mouth without thinking too much.

"Oh? So straightforward?"

"Otherwise? Probably only I, who is brave, can help you deter these troublesome people."

"It's a deal." Rurik lightly punched his cousin in the chest, and Arik responded with a light fist.

Arik really didn't think much about it, he just felt that controlling a defeated large community could further demonstrate his might.

He aspires to be a great warrior, enjoys the feeling of being praised by the warriors, and is also satisfied that those defeated are in awe of this kind of might.

The heads of Vadim's family were taken in, and the Ross army would not stay here again.

The battle was like a storm, and the battle ended suddenly. The victors took back their arrows and went away, leaving only human and animal corpses on the ground, which were frozen hard and were torn to pieces by the Dnieper River after the snow thawed in spring...

The prisoners of war who were finally executed mentioned that the Smolensk nobles were not united, and their attitudes were varied, but they did not choose to lose and resist.

It was as if their backs had been broken by Vadim's sloppy defeat.

Rurik quickly completed the combat arrangements.

In Ross, each banner is an independent combat unit. Five hundred well-trained armored warriors are already able to handle most of the combat operations in Europe today. Now that Rurik leads a large number of troops, each banner team must be more than enough to deal with an aristocratic fortified manor.

A standard team deals with a manor, and a cavalry team cruises in the outer area.

The number of enemy fortress manors is far greater than the number of flag troops of the Ross army. It is destined that Ross can only give priority to cruel and brutal "nail pulling" against a few manors.

In this way, other manors will not sit still when they see the tragedy, they will flee, and once they flee, it will be the moment for the cavalry to kill.

All battles are only aimed at the noble manors with walls, and those farms without any defensive measures are regarded as free collective farms settled by ordinary people by default. They are strictly prohibited from looting.

The target was further refined, the whole army had a tactical division of labor, and the rest was a series of strong attacks.

For the main city of Smolensk, the people here have not slowed down from the sneak attack. Panic spread throughout the settlement, and remote farmsteads began to get word.

However, apart from seeing the smoke column, everyone did not see the shadow of the Ross people. People living in the forest have always lived in isolation. Since they have never seen the enemy, it is just some rumors, and the gangsters are targeting the rich nobles to fight, so what do I have to do?

The remote farms expressed their indifference, and still lived their own winter life, taking warnings and ignoring them.

And those nobles are still caught in extreme ideological confusion, some people want to escape, and they don't leave when they see that other people don't leave.

As for the mobilization of arms, some people did start to organize militias, but there were very few responders. Ordinary people heard a series of embellished statements from the fugitives from the great altar, and even said that those bandits on horseback were cannibals.

The creature is the evil spirit that emerges from the swamp, the apostle of the Chaos God...

The aristocrats themselves were also divided. "Father" led some people to join the enemy stupidly, and everyone cursed him for his own destruction.

They can make some decisions but never join forces, and they're running out of time.

Some peasants left the shelter of noble manors, returned to their humble homes, and fled decisively with soft goods. There are also tenant farmers and serfs who cannot escape because of their livelihoods. They are deeply entangled. After all, compared to being attacked by bandits, fleeing like this now will freeze to death in the extreme cold.

Just when the left behind collectively hesitated, the Ross army came!

At first it was the sudden appearance of the cavalry, followed by the overwhelming army of sleds, mighty like floods and torrents.

The blue and white banners fluttered, and with the sound of horns and drums, all units of the Ross army launched a full-scale attack.

The tactics have been laid out, and Rurik can only hope that they can basically implement them.

The sleighs of each infantry standard team rushed to their respective targets. Rurik did not ask Haakon and his team to draw a distribution map of the manor because of his anxiety. Launch a strong attack.

Because Rurik had promised that a flag team would break through the target manor, and all the treasures would be his own, and the morale of the Ross army would be greatly improved.

Arik led the veterans of the First Banner Squad, and they were extremely sharp in their work.

Torsion slingshots fired javelins and cast-iron projectiles at the battlements, and they sent splinters flying across the battlements, killing those who defended them.

The manor was surrounded by four centurions of a banner team. Rurik had no plan to invite these old guys, and now it is the veterans who have shown the strongest fighting qualities.

More than 30 people, led by Aric himself, pulled together the hemp ropes that bound the pine logs. The simple battering ram quickly knocked down the wooden door and nearby wooden walls.

The gate collapsed, and Arik was the first to rush into the manor with two steel swords drawn, and the soldiers on standby filed in.

They immediately clashed with the armed guards of the nobles. Under the absolute suppression of force, the few noble guards were killed one after another.

"Kill them all, loot the gold and silver, it's all yours!"

Proceeding with shouts, Arik now has no regard for his youngest son, Jill.

Jill, as Rurik's second nephew, was born with the destiny of a warrior. The little guy charged with his uncles with a dagger, and saw all the messy killings, so he followed the big army to join the fight, although he was just watching the class the whole time.

Those four banner teams were composed of young people, and Rurik was worried that they might be merciless in combat due to their lack of experience.

But he was wrong.

In fact, on the contrary, the four young flag teams inherited the military spirit of the veterans. They were proud of being brave and ruthless, and they proved their strength to the king by being relentless in the face of the enemy.

The four flag teams drew their nails separately, and because they had to divide their troops to stay in the altar barracks, their strength was reduced, but their attack power was still strong.

The soldiers kept raising their crossbows to suppress the enemy, and the flag captain also arranged personnel to prevent the enemy from escaping from the small gate.

They kept banging on the gate, and even threw rope apostles to pull down the wooden wall. After all, not all aristocrats built walls that were strong enough to stand on and have battlements.

To put it bluntly, these walls are to guard against local farmers, they are to guard against thieves, not the army!

The simple wooden wall was pulled down, and young warriors rushed in. They stabbed mercilessly when they saw anyone. People shouted Odin, and with the attitude of being covered in the blood of the enemy, they looked up to the gods and declared to the gods that they had completed their personal blood sacrifice.

Similarly, Medved, as the governor of Novgorod, had already Vikingized his Slavic flag team. The soldiers mostly used spears, and as the wooden wall was pulled down, the spear-wielding soldiers filed in, quickly overwhelmed the standing enemy armed men, and finally killed the whole family of the nobleman.

"Damn it! Are they the apostles of the evil god?" A nobleman stared helplessly at the approaching tragedy.

The head of the guards nervously advised: "My lord, let's run away, everything will be over if we don't leave."

"Stupid! You think I don't understand? Damn..."

The head of the guards knew that the boss was reluctant to part with his family's wealth. Seeing that the boss was unmoved, considering that he still had to live, he simply said: "My lord, take care, we ran for our lives."

As the nobleman scolded and stomped his feet, the guards collectively opened the closed wooden door. They even took away all the horses in the stables, put on the sleds and began to flee collectively.

Seeing this, the nobles didn't care too much and joined the fleeing team.

This can give the various cavalry fighting opportunities waiting to open meat.

Rurik has always been with the 1st Cavalry, and all the cavalry are currently restrained. They do not participate in the siege, nor do they plunder the villages that can be seen everywhere, even if there are vigilant probes in those villages.

[In view of the general environment,

Rurik's eyes were sharp: "Brothers, someone has finally escaped. Follow me and kill them all!"

Like a group of tigers pouncing on their food, many cavalry teams came rushing after hearing the news.

The noble guards who fled privately collapsed in the dense rain of arrows, and the cavalry trampled them with iron hoofs, and even the nobles and family scrolls who followed them died one after another.

Some fleeing nobles are being besieged, isn't it just giving other nobles the last chance to escape?

More noble families began to evacuate, but they miscalculated the speed of the cavalry. The cavalry ran wildly on the snow-covered roads, and the snowy roads that the locals stepped out in winter life were suitable for their escape and for the Ross cavalry to pursue.

Instead of entering the already empty noble manor, Rurik turned to attack a new target.

He also noticed that Bejahir's Pecheneg cavalry rushed into the manor, apparently they were going to plunder.

"Alright~www.mtlnovel.com~ You looted the nobles and made a fortune, so I don't worry about you attacking the farms of ordinary people. Ordinary farmers are the ones I woo."

Rurik continued to fight. Those nobles who hid in the manor could protect themselves with wooden walls for a while, but now they all appeared in the open field, making the cavalry's tactical advantages fully utilized.

The battle of pulling out the nails was smoother than expected, and it was hard for Rurik to imagine how this group of weak people would support Vadim and organize the Lord's 4,000-strong army.

The battle started at noon, and the sun had not yet set, and the battle against the nobles was completed.

Perhaps some nobles really survived because they escaped early, but the noble group in Zan Smolensk, those who claimed to be descendants of Rome, collapsed instantly with their death.

Glancing at the sun, then scanning the smoking aristocratic manor everywhere, there is even the sound of killing that cannot be concealed by the wind.

"Now, the nobles of Smolensk have been wiped out, it's time for me to establish a new order!"

Rurik realized that he should ask the whole army to put down their butcher knives temporarily, so as not to hurt those ordinary people.

Chapter end