Rise of Rurik Chapter 822

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Danish King Horlick chose the desperate cavalry to charge. He felt that this might be his last chance to comeback.

He has conveyed the essentials of the battle to his men. The so-called everyone should follow him in the attack, and must not approach the beach where they are marching, in order to avoid the inevitable long-range arrow attack of the Ross ship.

Even now, Horrick still doesn't know how the Ross people shot arrows and javelins extremely far. He knows the power of those weapons, and now he can't accidentally kill them in the range of the incident.

The cavalry unit marched along the passage under the wooden wall.

There are passages at the front and back of the wall, and the passage outside the wall is extremely wide. Sand and stone are mixed with black mud, and the mud exudes a faint smell. Without him, some residents are too lazy to throw the excrement at will. They think that the whole city of Goldfrehagen is high anyway, and the filth will be washed into the sea after a rain.

The dirt on the ground will naturally not interfere with Horrick's counterattack. His inner city is separated from the residential areas outside the city by this wide passage, and now the passage has become the venue for Horrick to run his horse.

It stands to reason that the cavalry will launch a full sprint after reaching the enemy, but now the soldiers are very fast, and the delay for some time has given the Ruths time to prepare, and the suddenness of the surprise attack is gone.

After leaving the side door, his cavalry was slightly regrouped and then attacked with full force.

King Horlick looked like a pioneer, holding up his iron sword, driving his horse to attack. His subordinates worked hard to accompany them, and they all moved the short spears forward, and the iron sword pointed straight ahead.

The chests of the leading war horses are all armored, and the leather base is riveted with palm-sized iron pieces, and it will almost die if hit by it.

Horrick was about to hit the Russian army outside the city. The entire cavalry team was like a heavy truck out of control, without a ride.

Their momentum stumbled, and they were completely out of touch with the infantry in the rear.

The ground was shaking strangely, which had nothing to do with the iron and blood fighting that was taking place in the city.

Rurik was busy urging all types of archers not to worry about accidentally injuring their fighting brothers in the city, and ordered them to continue to shoot arrows and consume the active force of the Danish infantry.

However, the Pechenegs, who are holding recurve bows and shooting light arrows to the sky to support, have extremely keen insights into horses and cavalry, and their feet have felt the movement of the earth one after another. Soon, the movement was getting closer and closer, as if it was coming from the west of the military formation, and they had a foreboding the danger of the problem.

One person didn't care too much, and rushed directly in front of Rurik, completely ignoring the respect and inferiority of the master and servant. Pointing to the location to the west again, declaring the danger over there.

Rurik couldn't figure out the situation for a while. He knew some phrases in Turkic until now. He always emphasized that his servants of Pecheneg should learn Slavic and Gnostic as soon as possible. What was it that frightened them to burst out their native dialect in horror?

After a short time, Rurik's puzzled face gave way to panic.

Look! It's a cavalry!

From the perspective of King Horlick, he had already seen the dense array of Russian troops outside the city. At first glance, its strength was not very large. Are there really three thousand people in Ross? Perhaps his subordinate's statement is not accurate.

He felt that this group of Ross people was not prepared, his own opportunity came!

"Warriors of Odin! Let us smash this group of Ross people, the chance of victory is here!"

His shouts were overwhelmed by the roars of the soldiers. By now, there is no need for the king himself to give orders. A discerning person can see that he has a once-in-lifetime opportunity. The turnaround is now!

Rurik didn't expect the Danes to come out at the last minute, and his soldiers were also taken aback.

Those with torsion slingshots were frightened for a while. It was obvious that the weapons at hand could give the enemy a fierce blow after being charged. Ideas of fleeing flooded into their heads, and they left their posts without authorization.

Seeing this situation, Rülik had no time to complain, but he was not really unprepared.

"Listen! Shield wall!"

The Ross army outside the city also has a capable reserve team, because some Balmerks are in the army, and they are also the most traditional kind of blonde Vikings who speak Norse.

The Balmerks were originally one of the reserve teams that Rurik intended to fight last, and now they are the first to build the shield wall.

They are not the only ones who are ready to engage in close combat?

Just now Rurik asked for the formation of a shield wall, and ordered the Slavs' reserve team: "Spearmen! Line up!"

The order was communicated in Slavic, with spears arrayed in the direction the cavalry rushed. They stepped unconsciously, arched their backs and lowered their positions.

There were a large number of Slavic spearmen, and Rurik did not trust the ability of these people to fight with swords. The previous battles proved that these men held spears with axes and hung in an array to maximize the profit from killing.

Perhaps the best way to deal with the cavalry charge is to list the spear array. The spear array seems to be the best solution. If the spearmen retreat in fear of the enemy cavalry, the formation will collapse.

The cavalry charge has a strong sense of oppression, they are approaching at a speed visible to the naked eye, it seems that the impact is just the next second.

However, the well-trained fighters started to harass them by shooting arrows.

Fisk took his young brothers and tried hard to output with recurve bows and crossbows, but the cavalry was so fast that they all had only one chance to shoot an arrow.

"They are coming! Hold on! I am with you!" Rurik was right behind the army. He was here. Even though many soldiers were afraid, they did not dare to betray their monarch and flee. Now, it seems that escape is the dumbest choice.

The cavalry screamed and rushed towards the spear wall of the Slavs organization. At the same time as the impact occurred, the Slavs also screamed with their mouths open.

At this moment, Rurik once again felt that death seemed to be a few steps away from him, but he had a mature attitude, no longer shocked and frightened by the stream of corpses on the ground and foul blood, and could calmly face the imminent danger.

The sharp, extremely sharp and slender quenched steel spearhead hit the horse's iron armor, and slid easily into the gap of the armor. The spearhead plunged into the horse's chest and pierced its heart.

This assault channel is wide and unpretentious, but it seems very cramped for the cavalry charge of more than 200 cavalry. The front of the charge cannot form a wide offensive surface. If the front charge cannot tear open the opening of the enemy's line of defense, the subsequent cavalry will not be able to drive straight in.

The Balmerk swordsmen and Slavs spearmen were mixed because of the cramped width of the passage. At this moment, a group of light infantry who dropped their crossbows and picked up their swords and shields also hurriedly entered the dwellings of the outer city. They were too narrow to accommodate. The lanes that one passes through are roundabout.

Among the more than 20 rides on the front, each half a ton, the horseshoe directly broke some of the torsion slingshots, followed by the most tragic collision.

The horse was pierced by the spearhead, and the horse with its internal organs ruptured instantly lost its vitality. The horse continued to rush towards the array like a rolling stone, directly crushing and wounding some soldiers.

The Slavs and Balmerks were screaming in pain, and some of them had their chests crushed and killed on the spot.

The horse charge in the front row was delayed! The following war horses were still impacting, and the horses' hoofs leaped fiercely on the corpse of the previous horse, and the cavalry wielded their swords and hacked.

In the same way, the Russ army, which suddenly suffered casualties, resolutely resisted, and more spearheads and swords pierced the cavalry who continued to flow like a mudslide.

The horse meat was chopped off with the sword, and it was not known whether it was human blood or horse blood. In the cramped battlefield like a meat grinder, the soldiers were still fighting in scarlet.

"The momentum of the cavalry is gone, brothers give it to me! Don't be afraid of death and follow me to kill!" Rurik couldn't care too much in anxiousness, he picked up a shield and raised his sword to the battlefield.

The young Rurik was full of spirits, as mighty and majestic as Otto was thirty years ago. At first glance, his figure is still thinner, and Yingwu's back has nothing to say.

At this time, Svetlana witnessed the tragedy of the cavalry rushing wildly, and her Slavs suffered a lot of casualties. Now she doesn't care about the situation of her people, or even her husband.

She is not a noble queen now, but a basic archer.

In this cramped battlefield outside the city, there are only two types of personnel, one is the Russ army wearing blue robes with white background, and the other is the Danish army with blue decorative cloth strips in gray tones.

The clothing of the two armies has a huge contrast, even if the clothes are stained with blood, anyone can know who is the enemy and who is the friend in the chaos.

The fallen war horse became a stone made of meat, and the soldiers did not care about the suffering of the crushed wounded soldier, and slayed on the horse's corpse or the wounded immediately. The cavalry who lost their horses simply dismounted to fight and fought against the Balmerks with swords and shields.

At this moment, Rurik became an ordinary soldier, his steel sword was stained with blood, the blood of the enemy splashed his face even more, and his deliberate beard became red.

He became "Barbarossa", and it was this kind of image that gave the Ross army a strong visual shock.

The surprise attack of the Danish cavalry was thwarted, and the Danish king Horlick slowed down at the last minute as a thief. He saw that his cavalry was sluggishly slashed and slashed, and he understood that there were not many opportunities left for him.

A young man held a **** sword high. His face was red and his beard was red.

He was Rurik, and his figure was clearly seen by Horlick who was riding a horse.

Prince Ross himself is here! The cavalry nearly rushed forward and could chop off his head!

Horrick, who was frustrated, was overjoyed. He felt that although he had very low troops, he still had opportunities.

At the same time, Rurik also noticed the leader of the cavalry, a short man with a round face, who was always very obvious among the tall soldiers. Because Horrick Klarsson is a short man, short is born, it is this disadvantage that drives him to do a lot of violent things in order to show his strength.

Once upon a time, Horrick was indeed very powerful in holding the army, but now, the army is under the offensive of the Ross army, and it looks like a deer whose throat has been severed is being bled quickly.

"King of Denmark! Horlick! I saw you, this is your cemetery!" Rurik yelled, "Brothers, that is the King of Denmark. Shoot him and chop off his head! Reward one hundred! Pounds and silver coins!"

The soldiers covered in blood stood on the corpse of the horse, and their faces showed terrifying smiles.

Horrick was also organizing his own undecided army. He pointed at him sharply: "Did you see the man with the red beard? He is Prince Ross, kill him, and I will give him the count (war chief)!"

The supreme leaders of Denmark and Ross met under Godfreyhagen. According to the battles of the gods described in the mythological stories passed by word of mouth, the heroes always duel upright, relying on swords and shields to decide the victory or defeat. .

After all, it is just a story, which needs to cater to the audience's admiration for heroes.

But the reality is not like this.

Times have changed!

Sixteen years ago, the fledgling Ragner won the title of "Mao Pants" through the victory of a duel. In that era, Danish lords often resolved their disputes through aristocratic duels.

Today, this land in Denmark has become the scene of two groups of outsiders fighting, and the native Danes seem to have become a footnote to this high battle of Frehagen.

The lives of the Rose Kingdom and the new Danish king are marked with a price, and the two monarchs will definitely not take out the so-called Viking tradition to perform a duel, even if this is quite romantic and epic.

King Horrick saw that his assisting infantry finally arrived, and he felt that he could do it again.

Taking advantage of the time when Horrick was preparing to rush again, Rurik used himself as a bait and stood with his soldiers. The Russian soldiers stood on the corpses of their horses to build a human wall. Behind them, the archers were preparing.

The Finnish longbowmen of Jevlo, the recurve bowmen of Fisk's subordinates and the Pecheneg people, as well as the thirty-seat torsion slingshot that were urgently charged were all prepared.

Maybe he will face failure again, but this is also the opportunity to kill Prince Rurik Ottosson in front of his eyes. Even if there is only a 10% chance, Horrick doesn't want to give up.

King Horlick brandished his sword, calling on the cavalry and infantry: "Now! Clash with me again!"

The cavalry had lost their initial momentum, and the belated infantry couldn't help but be afraid to see the meat grinder-like battlefield. They were still fighting with all their strength, and at this moment it was no wonder that Rurik didn't speak martial ethics.

The Ross army adjusted its position to take a look at the full retreat with the melee troops.

Look! Thirty torsion slingshot carts are joined together, leaving a gap between them. The fighters holding various crossbows are just behind the cart.

Rurik was satisfied, but he laughed only when the enemy had hit the whole set.

"Brothers all get down, let them charge!" After all, Rurik turned his head to the shooters: "You shoot freely! Watch out for being shot in the back of our heads!"

There are more than a hundred melee fighters lying directly on the ground, hunched back or curled up. Rurik also knelt on one knee, the shield of his left arm covering most of his body.

Behind them were warriors with bows, and the collapse of the melee troops freed them up.

The cavalry rushed, they crossed the previous horse carcass!

King Horrick saw the Ruths suddenly retreat, he had no time to think, this was an arrow from the string.

Until the vanguard cavalry saw a very neat lineup.

The javelin fired by the torsion slingshot matched the arrow and directly destroyed the vanguard cavalry. What a dense arrow formation! More than 400 arrows and javelins of various sizes, either direct or projectile, shot an astonishing fire coverage on the already cramped battlefield.

The cavalry stepped on each other again, and the attack was once again contained. So far Horrick has actually lost the chance of a comeback.

But the Ross arrow array here is special, because the density of arrows does not seem to be much lower after a round of free shooting.

Due to the special nature of the Russian army crossing the sea, the Russian cavalry, trained by the Turkic cavalry, participated in the battle without Turkic horses this time. Fisk and his guys shot light arrows with a recurve bow and rapid-fire on the prairie. It was almost two seconds per arrow. Although the arrows shot in this way were not powerful enough to deal with the lack of armor. Enough.

The light arrows were accompanied by heavy arrows fired by the Finnish longbowmen. The strong potential energy made the cavalry retreat one after another.

The arrows that fell from the sky were killing the Danish infantry accompanying the cavalry. The wide but cramped roadway battlefield became a deadly place for the Danes.

How lucky is King Horlick? His shield blocked three arrows, and he saw a sharp armor-piercing arrow almost shot through his arm.

Now he has to admit that he has failed, and even has no ability to manage his brothers in the city.

Died in battle? Pooh!

Really, he hadn't made up his mind to evacuate, and a streamer slammed against his leather helmet. His head buzzed, and if it wasn't for the right arm holding the sword and touching his head, it really seemed as if this good head was flying away from the body.

He woke up instantly, and immediately reined in the precipice: "Brothers! Nothing! Let's withdraw!"

What is the king doing? He actually took the initiative to retreat, so the brothers followed suit. Although I don't know why all this happened, the ordinary cavalry just blindly followed his king. And Horrick's run was to plan a wild escape to the West. Without him, the west is the core residential area of ​​the Robard tribe, where he can regroup his army. Even if he lost a large number of veteran fighters returning from Flanders, he is still the king of Denmark. This identity is recognized by the Frankish kingdom, and he still has a chance to defeat the Rus in the future.

Horrick rode on his horse, and behind him was a small group of defeated soldiers?

At this moment, the Ross fighters hiding in the houses appeared one after another, desperately pursuing the soldiers who were alone.

Horrick fled wildly. He first fled around the wall and then went all the way to the west. At this moment, he couldn't say that he was just avoiding him, and he could basically be said to be a polished veteran. Although he was not really alone, there was another group of defeated soldiers behind him.

No one, because the battle in the city has ended with the victory of the Ross army.

The Russian army did not complete the killing of the Danish army in the city, but when the Danish army was in the Russian army's iron man slashing and stabbing, this simple competition between the brute force and defensive power of the personnel organization, the Danes always have a disadvantage, even if later The Rus suddenly suspended arrow support, and Denmark's decline is still getting worse.

It's a fact that King Horrick disappeared! No one can really restrain the fugitives, and in the end the entire Danish front could no longer be maintained.

The cavalry in the city fled through the west side door first. The so-called king used this door to complete the raid. Most of the infantrymen evacuated from the west side door following the angle of the cavalry, and many walked to the south door. As a result, the remaining cavalry who fleeed through the west gate saw another group of fleeing soldiers. They even saw their own king Horrick.

King Horrick's surprise attack was clearly a failure, what else can the brothers do? He can only catch up with his own king with all his strength, and multiple companions are obviously necessary when escaping.

They fled frantically, discarding their helmets and abandoning their armor. On the other hand, the Ruths in heavy armor did not have the ability to chase them with all their strength.

Fighting is physical work. The Grund gang wearing the heaviest armor almost overdrawn all their strength~www.mtlnovel.com~ They were unable to chase after the iron men. They saw the enemy fleeing in full, and they collapsed to the ground, as if they had already died in battle. .

Arik and Ragnar were also very tired. The brothers were unable to chase the cowards, so everyone mocked them with words, thinking that they could make the opponent turn around and continue to hack and kill, but saw that the enemy just wanted to escape from the city...

"There is no need to chase." Arik panted.

Ragnar took it seriously and sighed with a smile: "It was a difficult victory. There should be no fighting in the city. We have taken Goldfreyhagen."

"Let those cowards go to hell! Brothers are exhausted, so they have to plunder this city and get riches to reward everyone."

As soon as the voice fell, I saw Ragnar World sitting in the pile of corpses: "I'm tired! Look at those iron men, they are so tired that they lie down. Arik, if you want to **** it, take someone to **** it, and I want to rest on the spot. ."

"You? Okay. I just rest, let other brothers free to grab, I don't care about those treasures, I just want to enjoy this victory."

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