Rise of Rurik Chapter 609

The large pottery and wide-mouthed iron pots that were placed on the big ship were all unloaded, and the coalition forces set up some stoves and began to cook delicious meals very presumptuously.

Still last night, the coalition soldiers who were busy spreading bonfires around Tamworth to scare people, by the way, patronized the three nearby villages and all the farmland.

The local area is already a spring wheat crop area. After the wheat is harvested, the farmland is seasonally deserted, and those cabbages are directly plundered by the coalition forces before they reach maturity.

The chopped vegetables were thrown into the cauldron, and some of the onions found out were thrown in with the dried bacon stored on board, and even a lot of salt. The staple food is naturally oats, and it will take some time for it to be overcooked. Someone is holding a wooden stick and stirring this fragrant and delicious meal.

The strong scent permeated the camp of the Allied Vikings. They had been stationed in the west of Tamworth. The weak north wind blew, and part of the scent spread directly into the city.

The vast number of soldiers gathered and experienced the morning rest. They were ordered to eat their own dry food, but the mouth-watering meals in these iron pot pottery were not edible.

They gathered together, accepting Rurik's orders.

But I saw the blond boy standing on a wheelbarrow full of grass and dirt holding a sword and shouting: "Brothers, are you greedy?"

This is really knowingly asked.

Then there was something good, laughing and yelling: "When can we eat?"

"Yeah! When can we eat! Brothers, we are about to take action. We have to create a hill to prove our strength to Odin, and then follow the breakthrough directly to the wall. Those enemies never thought we would have such a tactic. . But you will be very tired by doing this. These foods are for you. In the evening, you will pull down and enjoy the food!"

Fearing that his voice lacks penetrating power, Magnuth also has a strong and old voice, constantly describing a principle: to complete today's task, everyone is delicious.

It is only natural and righteous to work hard to get good food. The soldiers of the coalition were cheering and their morale was extremely high.

Vegetables, meat, wheat, and salt were mixed to form a delicious meal. To increase the aroma, Rurik ordered a portion of the clotted seal oil to be thrown into all pots and urns.

There is no shortage of seal oil here for the Ross people, and there is no shortage for the Balmerks here. It is essentially a kind of food, and it has been widely used as a lubricant recently.

The smell of grease makes the breath more attractive, and the Mercia soldiers stationed on the city wall noticed that they were spreading the meal, raising their vigilance, and at the same time arousing gluttons for the smell.

The scent wafted directly to the palace, and Bot Woolf thought that the imperial chef had made a great meal. When he understood the situation, he was surprised at first, and then fell into deep fear.

For unknown reasons, some guards said to the prince in an attitude of encouraging morale: "They are eating a big meal. They may not be able to fight when they are full. They just want to lie down and sleep."

Bot Woolf supported the battlements with mixed feelings.

"Can't fight? This is their last meal before the war. You are all on your guard, there will be a fierce battle today."

Is there really a fierce battle? However, His Royal Highness's guess was close to the truth.

The decisive battle is indeed about to begin, but it has a weird starting point.

The Viking coalition was like a pile of fuelwood, and Rurik lit the flame. They screamed with their mouths tearing raw meat open, and the Ross and Balmerks were beating their shields with swords and axes.

Even Suomi's one hundred servant fighters, who fought for the new master in this newly recognized world, learned that they had the right to get the spoils, and this time they shouted with their bows held high.

The army outside the city was still majestic, and the soldiers and civilians who were immersed in yesterday's victory were severely beaten in the face. Mercia's royal guards, a large number of armed farmers, and citizens arrived at the city wall with a wide range of weapons. The chief guard, who had broken half of his palm, greeted his subordinates to continue to burn hot water to kill the enemy.

The Messiaians are actively preparing for defense, but they have encountered the enemy's astonishing arrows, javelins, and stones.

Anxiety, fear, and laziness are intertwined, and even if the prince Bot Woolf is on the front line in his armor, he cannot immediately arouse the strong fighting spirit of the soldiers.

The sun in the afternoon was very warm, and it was a good day for a big battle.

The weak north wind made the grass silly, and every soldier had a low rumbling in his ears.

Rurik felt that the time was ripe to see the eager warriors, and the short sword pointed: "Warriors of Odin! Go ahead! Let's create a mountain!"

The coalition forces are on the move!

Thirty two-wheeled trolleys were loaded with dirt, two of them pushed them, and two others carried shields for cover. The Russian army is responsible for the heavy work in this area, and hopes that it will be properly prepared to avoid being attacked and damaged by the enemy.

More than 400 people from the Balmerk Army participated in the first batch of operations. The two of them carried a trunk, and there were also shields in front of them.

Hundreds of people were standing by behind with shovels, piling up new soil on the empty carts they brought back at any time.

The group of them began to rush towards the city wall, and Arik and Biyuni each led a hundred men and entered the city with two crossbows, in charge of sniping any enemies who planned to strike back from the battlements.

The ten bull trebuchets were also quickly moved to the appropriate locations, and they were actually operated by the Ross sailors who were in charge of operating the ships. Of course, they can turn into melee warriors, but the time is gone. Most of the old bodies are not suitable for fighting, but they are enough to control heavy weapons to support the young cubs in battle.

The stones collected on the spot began to throw frantically. It doesn't matter what target they hit, it makes the most sense to create an atmosphere of terror.

Prince Bot Woolf showed a pair of vigilant eyes. The enemy is continuing to attack the city, right?

"Warriors of the kingdom! They are here! Get ready to kill them with bows and stones!"

Indeed, even in the face of risks, there are always people who aspire to be heroes in times of crisis. Some humble farmers, they regard sitting side by side with the prince today as the greatest honor in life, and the priest also said that? Killing others is the greatest sin, killing "savage humanoid monsters" is not guilty!

The peasant embraced the stone, just waiting for his highness to give an order.

Fortunately, the shooting troops of Arik and Bijuni have already reached the right position one step ahead. Among them, those who carried the large wooden rafts temporarily put them on the ground, and then supported them with wooden slats to become a significant anti-arrow shield.

There are six such huge shields, enough to provide absolute cover for a group of shooters.

The vigilant archer was either kneeling or standing, naturally vigilant and protruding out of a very limited body, the charged crossbow had been aimed at the battlements ahead.

Of course, Rurik could do even more crazily. However, in the previous battle, he later found that the cast iron projectile was consumed slightly, so he stopped using the torsion slingshot as a support. The actual combat proved that it was just a pound of iron bullets flying out at a not surprising speed, and the damage to the city wall itself should be ignored.

The people pushing the trolleys were about to reach their positions, and Bot Woolf ordered a counterattack.

The armed farmer who got the order began to throw the stones down, and Arik and Biyuni, who were waiting for the rest, immediately began to snipe.

The precise crossbow and arrow flying, the powerful and heavy arrows directly pierced the body of the unarmored farmer, and the blow from the steel-armed crossbow instantly killed people.

"Quick! Hurry up and continue to support." As Arik shouted, he could not help but laugh when he saw the small black-haired guys from Suomi started throwing arrows. Someone yelled to his subordinates: "Get up quickly, don't lose to those with black hair."

A wheelbarrow loaded with soil just needs to lift the handlebar abruptly and then pull it back, and a large amount of earthwork will be unloaded, and at most three tossings will result in a cart of grassy concrete being gone.

Thirty trolleys aimed at one point unloading, and the people who carried the wood afterwards started unloading their logs with this point.

The round wooden slats are not littered, they are placed flush with the city wall, neatly arranged one after another, as if to pave a boardwalk.

After they braved the stones thrown by the enemy and blocked the enemy's counterattack with a shield, there was no need to be afraid of the rest.

Because the defenders of Mesiah were stunned!

In other words, Tamworth, a fortress in the early Middle Ages, did not evolve to the level of a bastion at all, and the siege tactics shown by Rurik were more advanced.

Rurik knows how to repair bastions and knows the advantages of crossfire.

"Is this group of guys capable? My fixed-point strike is so easy?" He was sure that he won.

Magnuth watched with gusto, and then yelled: "Your carts have been withdrawn. It's time to dig new soil."

"Yeah, brothers are all ready."

"Look!" Magnut pointed again, "My people also withdrew, and they have to carry new wood. Rurik, how many times do you think we can succeed?"

"Maybe twenty times."

"Huh? So many?"

"A lot?" Rurik shook his head, "In my opinion, it doesn't take much time to repeat it once. It must be a waste of energy. You see, when the army comes back to eat the thick porridge in the evening, I will prepare the food. There are so many, everyone has no worries."

"Well, then continue. We tomorrow..."

"Yes!" Rurik looked at his father-in-law with strong confidence, "Tomorrow is the day to break the city."

If the soil **** is basically completed today, the army that rests overnight will be able to attack the city by adding more soil tomorrow. He didn't worry that the Messiah garrison would destroy the slope, they simply didn't have this ability.

From Mercia's perspective, what is the barbarian doing so weirdly? Bot Woolf gradually had an epiphany, then was shocked, and finally turned into a kind of despair.

"They are piling up dirt! They are going to rush to the wall! You are going to kill them!" he almost broke his throat.

However, he shivered when he saw his soldiers hiding behind the battlements. Although there were soldiers from far away archery support, but the prince looked at those people who were shot down.

Naturally some brave people stood up, threw the oil casually and squatted down.

As for those who tried to shoot, they were hit by a sniper just now.

The defenders of the battlements were completely suppressed, and only a few soldiers threw stones blindly across the walls.

To make matters worse, the more the defenders threw stones, the more they were literally contributing to the enemy's work.

Bot Woolf could not have expected such a means by his opponent, and what was worse was his powerlessness.

The head of the bodyguard brought a group of soldiers who worked together to carry wooden slats and hung a water urn on the wall.

"His Royal Highness, it's hot oil this time. I used all the holy water in the church and it can scald them to death."

"You!" The arrival of the chief guard made the prince pleased. It would be inappropriate not to talk about this secret weapon. "You are desecrating the sacred object!"

"His Royal Highness, we have no choice. To blame, our walls are not high enough."

"Okay. Burn them to death!"

Even in churches, the reserve of rose essential oil is very small. The preparation of aromatic essential oil from flowers is quite difficult. It is so fragrant and must have sacred power. At the same time they were expropriated, the priest also hoped that these sacred objects could cleanse the demons under the city.

A layer of hot oil floated on the boiling water, and the oil-water mixture of this urn overflowed with fragrance. The big urn was just pushed up the stacking wall by the coarse cloth warrior with his hands full, and Arik was shooting again.

Arik was taken aback, he could guess what the enemy wanted to do.

It's a pity that he and his subordinates are still a step late, and Tao Weng is simply pushed down and hits the Balmerks who are laying the wood head on.

The people who were instantly scalded were hurriedly taking off their clothes. When their sackcloth was taken off by their partner, they suddenly saw the skin peeling off!

Some people covered their faces and screamed, while others rolled around.

Even so, the work of laying wooden slats and piling up the soil cannot be stopped.

The price of bravery may be death, and the Messiah who carried Tao Weng was hit by an arrow.

The Balmerks retreated temporarily, and the Messiah Army was in a panic and pushed all the ten Tao Wengs they had prepared prematurely.

The result of the secret weapon was too weak, but it caused five Balmerks to be scalded, and the others climbed and fled in an emergency to avoid subsequent losses.

The sacred rose oil is meaningless, and Bot Woolf has no ideal ideas about these things.

He drew his sword and shouted at the chief guard: "You look at your things, and they are here again. Bring the soldiers to gather here, and we will fight them! Remember, just build a new wall with corpses, and you can't let them break through. The city wall enters the inner city!"

The sudden burns did not surprise Rurik. There must be casualties in the battle, which the coalition forces can bear.

Taking into account that the enemy is still using this trick, he urgently ordered the five-seater torsion slingshot to be temporarily thrown onto the cart full of dirt, and the heavy weapons were transported directly to the front.

This is not the end. Since the enemy's firepower was suppressed, more than a hundred people with earth diggers and shovel rushed directly up and dug the nearby slope.

Thousands of people continued to pile up wood and dirt, and a mound was quickly emerging.

They are already working on the high ground, and a group of shield-bearing warriors have to stay on the front line, carrying the stones and arrows thrown by the enemy to cover the brothers to continue their work.

The torsion slingshot kept its charge up, and when the enemy appeared, it shot.

The cast-iron projectiles slapped the battlements, and the flying gravel scratched Bot Woolf's gray-yellow bearded face.

His face was full of blood, and the soldiers thought that the prince was injured and was about to be taken away by his men.

"You idiots, leave me alone! Stop them! Fight with them!"

The head guard screamed in the crisis: "His Royal Highness, they are about to build the soil slope, we are going to die."

"Are you an idiot?" The prince broke free and immediately ordered: "Desperately with them, guard the wall, even if you use your chest to block them!"

The prince Bot Woolf, he looked at the posture of the pioneer, but he should not appear in the restricted land as the prince.

The guard sighed and ordered his subordinates almost gritted their teeth: "Take your Highness away and take you to the inner city. The time has come for the others to prove their loyalty. Follow me and them!"

From cowardice to bravery, Mesiah's defenders made a change in just one second.

Even though the prince was struggling, he didn't want his dead guards to force him away.

The chief guard looked at the crown prince's back and frowned, his face turned orange in the setting sun, and he turned his head to look at the soldiers gathered on the wall and the armed farmers gathered below.

Without any generosity, the chief guard just held an axe in his left hand and jumped off the wall that was already as low as 1.5 meters. Seeing this, a group of kingdom soldiers jumped down bravely with weapons and determination to die.

Once more than half of the soil slopes that benefit the Viking coalition forces have been completed, all tasks have been completed in just one afternoon's work?

Magnut squinted and saw that there was a fight ahead. "Haha, Rurik, we did it. The decisive battle has already begun. I saw that the Mercian already knew that they were going to perish, and they started to jump down and fight with us?"

"Yeah, are we going to break the city for a decisive battle now? It is already evening, and the time is very unfavorable. Our people are too tired."

"Are you hesitating? My boy, I'm about to take the other people into the assault. Your Ross army will go up together.

"Oh!" Rurik just wanted to stay and explain, but Magnut felt that he was doing it again. He yelled and rushed up with a sword. Seeing that the other Balmerks stopped carrying wood, everyone brought their weapons. Launch an attack in the sunset.

Maybe this is the decisive battle?

The brothers were completely exhausted from building the soil slope, and Rurik didn't feel that the coalition forces were now suitable for a fierce battle against the city.

Helplessly, the coalition forces have almost lost control, and Rurik knew that even if he wanted to give orders, he could only restrain a part of the Ross fighters~www.mtlnovel.com~Look!

Rurik saw an incredible shocking scene. A large number of Mercia fighters were jumping off the city wall, and they had begun to fight the unprepared Ross and Balmerk fighters.

Those who were excavated and moved lacked defense, the coalition forces were beaten with a sap, and some were killed by the Mercian army in the chaos.

However, the Viking coalition forces who had just reacted immediately began to counterattack.

Surrounding the soil slopes, there was metal crashing, soldiers roaring and the wailing of the wounded.

The archers of Arik and Bijuni were also outputting crazy arrows, and the five torsion slingshots that were placed at the forefront simply smashed into the flesh and blood of the enemy who was just about to cross the battlements!

The fierce fighting people stepped on the corpses of the deceased, some from the Mercia Army and some from the Balmerk Army.

The First Banner of the Ross Army also quickly stopped moving the soil, restored to its original state of warriors, and bravely attacked with a steel sword.

And Grund and his toolmen dressed as iron men, pushing the friendly Balmerks in front of them, quickly rushed to the front line to fight the red-eyed Messiah.

Even if they are invulnerable, some "iron men" fall and die in endless trampling, becoming a new step on the soil slope.

The cowardly farmers of Mesiah are now ten thousand times more courageous, or they are already empty-headed, succumbing to the courage of the Saxons who are in their souls, and the Balmerks and Rosses who are actually related to them by blood. Fight together.

The blood-red sunset was in the west, and the dry slopes were becoming muddy, as if it had just rained.

It was rain with a red rust smell, and the city walls were also dyed red...

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