Rise of Rurik Chapter 1388

Remember [New] in a second! Finally, the people of Mezotne began to take armed precautions, but what kind of preparations should the army have to resist those Varyag bandits?

The war came so suddenly that it is still doubtful whether it has anything to do with it.

Many people still stubbornly think that the burning red sky is the birth of a great god, and they are unwilling to cooperate, or their attitude is very negative. Even though the villagers who fled overnight from Gava village kept clamoring about the enemy attack, because the living conditions of the people surrounding the settlements in Mezotne could be described as "spreading big cakes", the news would not spread to the entire continent overnight. settlements and surrounding areas.

If they were given another whole day, perhaps everyone would be sure that there was indeed an enemy attack because of the testimony of the witnesses.

But there is no need for the Ross army to dawdle any longer.

Because he fought against the Varyags, although he didn't know that the enemy's name was Ross, based on his own knowledge, Roclo believed that the enemy's actions must be very fast. The enemy could suddenly appear and destroy the village of Gava, and enter May overnight. The possibility of Zotney is not small.

Do you still need to sleep tonight?

The leader, Roclo, couldn't sleep at all. He summoned his guards all night, and then all the militiamen who were armed and loyal to him, and believed that war was real.

In a short period of time, about 400 people have gathered beside the chief's mansion.

At this moment, the priests who had lost the holy flame came over one after another cursing.

"You! How dare you destroy the altar?! Destroy the sacred fire?! The gods will be angry, and we will all die." The bald priest's face was as hideous as a skull, and his trembling appearance made all the onlookers notice him anger, or inability

furious.

What I did just now was indeed a bit rough, but I am afraid that if I don't do this, I will not be able to complete the most basic militia assembly.

Luo Keluo, who was busy lecturing, originally intended to ignore those priests, but this group of people is becoming more and more crazy now.

The priests gradually became chattering, obviously seeing that the leader didn't respond obviously, their mouths became dirty, which finally annoyed Luo Keluo.

Suddenly, a gust of sword wind buzzed.

A broad-bladed Frankish sword was directed at the high priest in Mezzotte, the bald and wrinkled old man. "Shut up! I usually give you high courtesy, not to let you scold me during this dangerous period."

"But! The gods are already angry! There will be thunderbolts to strike you to death! Just because you desecrated the altar and the people's offering to the gods!" The old man was still talking about that.

Roclo, of course, believed in the gods, especially the greatest Divas in their hearts.

As for whether his actions really angered the gods, is it really up to these priests to decide?

Having been forced to this point, Roclo, who was holding a sword, yelled directly: "Shut up! Bald old man, if you can really communicate with the gods, how do you explain the defeat ten years ago? You said it Our army will surely win, but the sky on that day is so similar to tonight. Don't you forget.”

Many lower-level priests did not know much about what happened ten years ago, but this bald old priest was a witness to the war that year.

"So, the gods descended ten years ago. But at that time, someone must have blasphemed the gods, which led to our defeat..."

"So you admit that there are really Varyags attacking? And you are

do what? It's just destroying your holy flame, so that the people can wake up and follow me to fight against the Varyags. Ten years ago, the gods did not help us, how do you feel this time? God will help us? "

"If you don't destroy the altar, the gods will help us. You are a sinner!" The old priest was still stubborn.

Roclo has been trying to convince the priests that he doesn't want to break the rules, but the defeat ten years ago is a pain that will never be erased from his heart, and he has been enduring strong cautious stimulation, and he finally kills him.

"Harmony!" In a fit of anger, Luo Keluo roared and sealed his throat with a sword.

Under the eyes of everyone, the old priest was bleeding profusely, and he stared at the leader's face with wide eyes and fell down.

The unexpected situation shocked all the militiamen and the people who were watching. The other priests screamed suddenly, and then ran away.

The old priest who fell to the ground vomited blood, his lips quivered unconsciously as if he was about to say something, but soon he spit out blood bubbles.

The leader Luo Keluo vigorously shook off the blood on the sword, killing the priest was beyond everyone's expectations, and he calmed down and felt that things had gone too far.

Now that things have happened, I have no way out.

Instead, he hoped that the Varyag army would show up and fight him now, so that he could explain the murder of the priest.

If Mezotne blocked or defeated the Varyag attack, all the evil deeds would no longer be vicious, and the real villain would instead be the old man lying in a pool of blood.

Luo Keluo took the opportunity to hold up the iron sword and preached: "The Varyags are coming! The gods have not helped us! Now we have to rely on ourselves.

I have guarded my homeland! "

He had wishful thinking that the people would understand the reality. However, the story of the leader's killing of the priests had already spread along with the fleeing subordinate priests, and it was intertwined with the horror descriptions of the refugees in Gava Village, which made the mobilization that Rocloro hoped for completely impossible. Less than realized.

At least overnight general mobilization is very unrealistic.

In other words, Roclo's claim that there is no retreat is absurd. The people in Mezotne have a retreat, which is to move upstream along the Lielupe River until they reach Pasvallis, the core city of Semigalia today. (already in today's Lithuania).

Those inside Mezzotte made three choices.

Some preferred to obey the leader, and they took up arms and became militiamen.

Some could take up arms, but they did not do so and did not flee, but watched the situation before deciding whether to fight.

A group of people chose to flee. Whether the murder of the priest was the trigger for their escape is not important, because the people are instinctively avoiding the war. Justification - the chief murdered the priest, we no longer support the tyrant.

They are free, do not settle in Mezot, and go to Pasvalis to support the Supreme Leader.

However, Mezzotene and the rest of the Semigallians, whatever choices they make... have anything to do with Ross on the march?

The Ross army slept in the village of Java, and they woke up in the thick morning fog.

The humid environment in the lowlands is regrettable, but fortunately the soldiers have experienced more severe situations. They have overcome the cold and are now

Can overcome humidity.

Awakened, Fisk held on to the hilt of his sword and patrolled the village, shouting as he walked: "Warriors wake up immediately! Those who dare to sleep late will be fined!"

All cavalry soldiers are paid, and as a standing army, they are most afraid of fines. Because it's not just a fine, but the loss of the right to share the spoils after victory.

Fisk was trying to scare them, the young soldiers got up one after another, and everyone who saw the boss passing by stood at attention and saluted.

Taking this opportunity, Fisk continued to preach: "Feed some wheat to the war horses, and you will have a good meal yourself. There will be a big battle today, all of you should keep fighting with the best energy."

The war horses were successively fed some captured grains, mixed with some salt. The warriors let the horses eat some grass to ensure that the most critical mounts on the day of war are full of energy to adapt to high-intensity combat.

Rose's cavalry tactics decided to emphasize flexible movement.

If Ross's warhorse was Frank's Roman horse, then it would be possible to directly adopt the shock combat method to smash down the enemy's formation in one go. But if this is the case, it will be difficult for the Ross cavalry to make long-range raids.

Every cavalryman put on his plate armor, plate skirt, armguards and greaves.

They put decorative feathers on the iron helmets in advance. As for the short spears, which are more useful than actual combat, most of them are directly given to the brothers who are rowing.

The cavalry completely restored the posture of the steppe cavalry, and the Pecheneg fighters in each banner team were also full of interest in the next battle.

As far as the environment is concerned, it is quite similar to the Volga River estuary, the settlement of the steppe people. Now the cavalry is one step ahead.

Under the leadership of General Fisk, he ran along the Lielupe River to the destined battlefield.

Can 1,400 people occupy the inner city of Mezot?

Based on Austen's confession, it is a city without wooden walls, which is equivalent to being undefended for the Ross army.

However, if the cavalry really enters the chaotic area of ​​the house, it will greatly weaken its own tactical advantage. Fisk still hopes to fight with the locals in the open farmland area outside the city, and determine the final victory by killing and wounding the enemy's vital forces.

So he gave the soldiers an order, this time it was no longer a tacit consent, but a real order: you kill wantonly, let the enemy see our horror.

Fisk's battle tactics are very pure, as soon as the army arrives, they will kill and loot, forcing the enemy to flee frantically in fear, so that the whole city will fall into Ross's grasp.

The Ross army still has to march 30 kilometers, and then immediately go into battle. This is a certain test for the horses.

People are already veterans, and war horses are also experienced.

These war horses have been in a state of war for a long time since they joined the army in September last year. After a long rest in Riga, the energy that was destroyed was finally greatly restored.

The cavalry were able to maintain a high mental state, and the nine hundred cavalry of the three banner teams rushed to the city of Mezot in a time equivalent to three hours.

"It seems that there is our goal." Fisk tilted his head and squinted his eyes. It was sunny at noon, and the fog had completely dissipated. The outline of the large settlement located on the low mound was fully visible.

"Boss, attack immediately?" Banner Captain "Pig Nose" Sven was impatient.

Fisk looked left and right again, and he stared at the huge fixed

The settlement, at first glance, looks like it is completely undefended.

"Fighting is necessary. Let the horse rest first. I want to find the best strategy to win a complete victory, and everything will follow my orders."

"Obey!" The two flag captains said in unison, although they were still anxious.

It is precisely because he has seen the scale of the enemy city with his own eyes that Fisk is not in a hurry anymore. He does not want the cavalry to enter the large residential area because of excessive killing. A wooden stick can also trip the legs of a war horse, and once the horse is injured, it means that the entire cavalry loses its meaning of existence.

If the enemy abolishes the Ross cavalry at a low cost, how can they do business for the king?

After all, this operation is a military adventure in which I directly participated in the command. Once something goes wrong, it will cause a big loss...

Fisk didn't dare to think about it, and now he really became conservative in the face of the large settlements of the Semigallians who were like a big pie.

The soldiers got off their horses one after another as required, which also gave the horses time to rest, and they themselves sat cross-legged on the oat field, drank some water and ate some biscuits and dried fish.

The suddenness of the cavalry's attack will be lost, and Fisk did it on purpose.

Therefore, in the eyes of the people in Mezot, a wonderful blue-white color suddenly appeared in the northern part of the city, forming a huge contrast with the tone of the surrounding world, as if a group of thick clouds had fallen on the ground.

Many of the hot ones did not sleep all night, and those who did sleep merely dozed.

"Boss, the Varyag on horseback has appeared!" The guards disturbed the leader Roclo, who was taking a nap.

He wore a coat of mail, and a suit of chain mail from the Frankish world

Upper body, this time dismissed the two wives and concubines, and rested holding the sword.

Luo Keluo's sons all joined the army and became the leader of the army. His first wife died early, but two young wives and concubines were forced into the army by him.

The Semigallians and many tribes of this era have a consistent attitude towards war. War always threatens the survival of the entire ethnic group, rather than a struggle for power among several nobles. The war in Northeast Europe exists in a very simple way, it concerns everyone in the community, so young women are also obliged to take up arms to surround the community and tribe.

Everyone in the Roclo family who could afford weapons was in the militia. The firm attitude of the leader's family had influenced many people. Before dawn, he had assembled a militia of as many as 1,000 people.

As day broke, some vacillating people followed the crowd and joined the militia.

There were more and more militiamen in Mezot, until people finally saw a group of strange people appearing in the north of the city at noon.

Luo Keluo jumped up, and said to the left and right: "The war has begun, how many of them are there?"

"I can't see clearly. Leader, should we fight them? It seems that the Varyags have too many troops."

"Damn it! But there's nothing I can do about it." Luo Keluo had no choice but to bite the bullet. After all, as the leader, he had the obligation to protect the family property and the large settlement, and killing the priest recklessly last night was even more ruined. his own retreat.

It is best to win, and death in battle is a worthy death, the only thing is not to retreat.

Thinking of these, he became more open-minded and calm.

"Let's go! Beat the drums, let's go out of the city and fight them." He whispered like a hungry wolf.

Now, because Varyag

The existence of human beings is no longer a legend, and a large number of horse-riding bandits are watching in the north of the city, and all the hesitant people have made choices one after another. Only a small number of people escaped with the notoriety of cowards, and the rest took up various agricultural tools and became militiamen.

In a very short time, more than 3,000 militiamen were thrown out of the inner city of Mezot.

Harpoons, firewood pitchforks, short spears for hunting animals, flails for ramming valleys, large wooden hammers... Messy tools are used as weapons, and some people even use wooden sticks as weapons.

After all, they were the militia, and the only real elite fighters were Roclo's guards, whose number was less than one hundred.

Roclo and his guard formed the ruling group in Mezzotte. They were relatively well-equipped. Facing the Ross cavalry, these so-called elites were still underdogs.

But for the Varyags that Roclo knew, the enemy was indeed better equipped, and if one's own side relied on enough manpower to press them up, they could be overwhelmed. After all, even if it is a big wooden hammer, even if the enemy is wearing an iron helmet, he can be directly hit on the head by a powerful ram and break his neck.

"Boss, look over there." The flag captain "pig-nosed" Sven, who noticed the changing situation, hurried to Fisk.

"I've seen it all, they actually dare to fight us in the wild?!"

"Hey, this is really stupid." Sven's words were obviously filled with joy and contempt.

There is a saying that Fisk has always fought against strong enemies under the banner of Ross for more than ten years~www.mtlnovel.com~ He subconsciously believes that the enemies are also relatively strong, and he will never make some low-level mistakes.

Obviously I overestimated them.

Is Mezotne really stupid? Rocklow didn't realize that street fighting was his chance of winning, he didn't even think about it

There are not many, but from my own perception, I think that war is two groups of people rushing together to fight in groups, relying on the number of people and relying on the brute force of the soldiers to win the battle.

Mezotne didn't even care about the basic infantry tactics of the "shield wall". As for fighting cavalry, this was the first time, or most of the militiamen didn't know the details of the war ten years ago.

Even if they knew it was meaningless, no one had ever fought against the cavalry, and no one knew how to restrain the cavalry, they just had to use the old method to gather as many people as possible to "fight in groups".

From Fisk's standpoint, he is very satisfied with the enemy's "smart" cooperation.

The whole army had mounted their horses, Fisk looked around, the soldiers of the three flag teams were all lined up in a long line.

"Let's go!" With an order, the cavalry no longer waited for the dawdling fleet, and nine hundred cavalry began to advance slowly.

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