Rise of Rurik Chapter 979

The pampered Archbishop of Cologne, Hardbold, is pampered. He only had a hard time as a junior priest when he was young, and now he is living a pretty good life.

He didn't know what a swordsman was, and living in Cologne Cathedral for a long time seemed like a cocoon.

In other words, he had plenty of time to study the Bible, teach the priests to be religious, and preside over various festivals.

Much of his understanding of warfare came from the descriptions in the scriptures, as well as hearsay from the military aristocracy.

War is sacred! Countless angels will bless the valiant warriors with glory, and the barbarians will be defeated in fear of the mighty divine power.

The Frankish army has arrived in the north, and the invading barbarians and traitors will be ruthlessly defeated.

However, the battle that Hudbold experienced was completely contrary to what he had estimated.

He fell into a coma due to excessive panic. After a period of unconsciousness, he finally regained consciousness. When he opened his mouth, he asked around him, "Am I still in this world?"

"Pada, everything is fine." A junior priest comforted him.

"Really okay?"

"Yes, we are already in a safe area."

Just when the archbishop was in a trance, the hoplites had escorted all the priests away from the dangerous place, and even took away the body of the unlucky priest who was shot.

For Ludwig, the king of the East Franks, today's experience is simply terrible, and there are ominous omens everywhere.

The things that the majority of the heavy armored warriors face is a messy battlefield.

All that remained were towns with scalding embers and a few slow-burning blocks, charred corpses, corpses scattered in the wilderness, and colleagues who had died in battle.

The horses that fell sideways can be seen everywhere, and the heads on the wooden slats are extremely terrifying.

Now, Ludwig learned that the tail of his army had suffered an extremely painful blow.

When he heard the news, he scratched his ears and cheeks while riding a horse, and when he saw the archbishop lying on the carriage, he thought he was dead.

He has no time to take care of the life and death of the archbishop, because there are as many as 60% of the material at the end of the army, and the comfort of the material is related to whether the next battle can continue.

A group of heavy cavalry arrived at the Sorbian ranks, only to find that there was no trace of the people who were supposed to be escorting supplies, except for a few dead bodies.

All the carriages lined up in a row and parked in the center of the road, and he let out a long sigh of relief.

"These despicable devils, you have the courage to attack me, why don't you dare to show up? If you have the ability, take these carriages away?!"

Many cavalrymen heard the king's roar, and followed them to the carriage to check the situation.

They saw that all the horses fell down lifelessly, some were still twitching, and the ground was full of wet things. Even if the light was very dim, they knew it was blood through the strong fishy smell.

The more Ludwig checked, the angrier he became. He suddenly drew out his sword and slashed at the air, and then yelled furiously, "Scumbag, dare to kill my horse!"

But he said that the Sobo people who fled into the woods to avoid disaster, when they heard the sound of horse hooves again, they had the intention to stick their heads out to find out, and they all retreated this time.

If it wasn't for Ludwig's loud swearing in Frankish, the Sorbs would have been able to hide until tomorrow morning.

The disappearing Sorbians appeared one after another. They thought that the king could protect the brothers from being killed by the barbarians. They never thought that Ludwig was so embarrassed that he took some Sorbians to vent his anger.

As many as twenty high-profile Sorbians were arrested, convicted, and publicly executed in the town of Osnabrück, which had returned to Frankish control.

For a while, the heads were rolling, and the Franks released some hostility for the loss, and some of the Sorbians were further chilled.

All the horses were killed by the enemy, which made Ludwig more and more afraid. He somewhat understood the reason for the terrible loss of the 3,000 cavalry he dispatched before, and he encountered some rare stubborn stubble.

Although the Frank Squad leader was angrily urging the Sorbians who had rejoined the team to hurry up to do things, they scolded again: "If the horse is dead, you should be the horse! Fornicating barbarians beheading!"

All the leaders of the Sorbian slave soldiers were executed, and the rest were nominally warriors, but now they have become disheartened and directly become "human-shaped packhorses", and have no interest in war.

The town of Osnabrück was recaptured, but unfortunately it has been scorched.

It is rare to find a very wide open area in the forest, and an army of more than 20,000 people is very suitable for camping here.

The revived Archbishop quickly connected with Ludwig. The old guy seemed to have lost his soul, and it was the first time that he stuttered.

"This war is cursed! We can't go further north, we'll all die if we keep going..." Then there were a bunch of incomprehensible mutterings.

Ludwig, who was getting angry, actually hoped that the archbishop could openly perform a mass and give the last care for all the corpses that were collected. Unexpectedly, the archbishop became a frightened fool.

Ludwig suppressed his grief and anger, and asked back suddenly, with a very impolite tone: "What do you decide?"

Without using honorifics, the archbishop was also taken aback, and this time he also strengthened his opinion: "I plan to withdraw with all the clones. Louis (the king's nickname), I advise you to withdraw immediately, otherwise you will also be evacuated. Satan cursed."

"What? You told me to withdraw?! Bah! You don't need to say any more."

"Then, let's go by ourselves!" The archbishop said excitedly, the fat on his face was shaking violently. Immediately, he ordered the lower-level priest standing around him: "We will leave early in the morning, so hurry up and prepare."

The priests really obeyed their orders, and Ludwig, who was further enraged, immediately ordered his subordinates to draw their swords, and then used their shields to push them back abruptly.

"What do you mean? How dare you be rude to me?!"

Ludwig retorted: "Just a small setback makes you lose your fighting spirit? What about your creed? You are not worthy of being an archbishop." When the enemy's main force is reached, your Cologne is in the south. If you leave, it will be a betrayal of me. I will immediately seize Cologne, and I will install a new archbishop myself, and then ask the Holy See to agree."

"How dare you!?" The archbishop was anxious, his squinted eyes as wide as copper bells.

"Or, I'll find someone to take you to the woods. Later, people will learn that the Archbishop of Cologne died in a Norman attack. You... think I dare not?"

There is nothing more cruel than a king. Ludwig just executed some people who were unfavorable for escorting supplies, so he...

The Archbishop had no choice but to admit his cowardice, gritted his teeth and asked reluctantly, "What do you want me to do?"

"Preach to all the dead. Don't talk about retreating in the future!"

"Alright alright…"

In today's era, the Pope has the Papal State, and many dioceses in the Frankish territory are self-governing. All of this is of course the power base for the Pope to control and manage the entire Western and Central Europe in the future. In today's era, they are not powerful enough to command the submission of various kings.

The Frankish monarchs, who had a large army in their hands, could force the Pope to obey their orders. In Ludwig's opinion, the Archbishop of Cologne was his special subject, and he should beat him if he didn't obey.

All the corpses found were buried. Although the action was rushed, the deceased received the ultimate care of the Archbishop and his party. People believed that the souls of the deceased went to heaven.

The town of Osnabrück seems to be a cursed place. The army that finally assembled here only rested until the morning of this person, and the whole army began to move again.

The poor Sorbs, out of a crowd of five thousand, have now become a large herd of cattle and horses.

On a new day, they, who have not yet had enough rest, continue to move towards the north in the posture of cattle and horses, pulling a large amount of baggage.

Ludwig was furious, his warriors felt humiliated, and all the Franks vowed vengeance to punish their enemies.

The anger of the warriors was stirred up, and it was a fire! If you listen to the Archbishop's words and retreat at this time, such a fire will backfire on itself.

Out of selfishness, Ludwig's self-esteem was seriously stained, and he wanted revenge. For the sake of national security, his East Franks must expel the barbarians who violated their borders, as well as the vile rebels.

He formulated a new action plan, the so-called after the army arrived at the ferry of Bremen, the whole army rested here for a long time, and immediately started to rebuild the city of Bremen and restore its strategic position as a major town in the north.

He even gave him the title of Earl as a prize.

"Which of you will be the most diligent in your future actions, even a lower-ranking noble may become the Earl of Bremen! I will investigate you."

Of course, there is no strict military merit award system in today's Europe, but it is normal to reward those who have merited battles with titles and land.

The nobles who fought hard against barbarians and traitors will have the opportunity to be promoted to earls. Even if it is to be an earl in a remote area in the north, the temptation is huge.

Ludwig then asked the army to advance as fast as possible. Although the straight Roman avenue is beneficial to the march, it is still very strict to require the infantry to travel 20 kilometers a day. First of all, the Sorbians naturally began to fall behind because of their physical fitness. For this reason, the Frankish warriors beat these two-legged cattle and horses with leather whips and branches, making them miserable but they could only endure.

It took four full days to maintain a constant speed from the arrival in the town of Osnabrück to the arrival of the vanguard of the army in Bremen.

For the two Rus troops, these four days were good days for "free movement".

But he said that Arik's squadron, this time, he came prepared, eager to reach the ruins of Bremen and meet the Frankish army, relying on the advantage of the ship to fight a good battle. Demolition of the bridge is naturally the biggest task, and he and his brothers are still trying to kill the enemy as much as possible to prove that they are real men.

The squadron did not encounter any obstacles, that is, after reaching the estuary, it was pulled by the longboat with the help of the north wind and successfully reached the destination.

Right here, they saw a flying Ross flag and a round shield with blue and white lines.

Arik, who was standing at the bow of the boat, was puzzled: "Fisk, has your kid run away? Free hunting again?"

As the soldiers landed one after another, more traces were exposed.

Some brothers handed the found wooden board to Arik, only to see that it was full of phrases in traditional Rune script.

Looking at these rudimentary message boards, Arik smiled faintly: "Okay. Our cavalry has gone to hunt in the south, don't worry about them, we will demolish the bridge now."

So someone asked, if the bridge is demolished now, won't it prevent the cavalry from returning?

Arik had concerns in this regard, but he was relieved when he thought about the frenzied battle of the cavalry this year. Fisk's cavalry is not the first time to carry out the mission independently, and this group of guys is also very autonomous, just like free bears hunting down their prey at will.

Arik was actually a little jealous. The young Fisk was only twenty-two years old, and his record in this year's large-scale war was too outrageous. When he recalled that he was twenty-two years old, he was not so fierce.

Having said that, the real old Rus people are all adventurous. The two hundred cavalry may not necessarily play a huge role in the possible large-scale battles in the future. They robbed the Frankish territory like "land pirates", or could achieve greater results.

He had no time to take care of Fisk's cavalry, who had already disappeared. He had just arrived at the ruins of Bremen, and noticed that the bridge that had been repaired by the previous enemy was burning with anger.

"Smash it for me!" He gave an order, and the brothers took the long-handled double-edged axe and began to chop the wood standing on the bridge pier...

But it doesn't take a lot of time to destroy the wood. The key is to destroy the stone piers on the river.

The soldiers either pushed the stones into the icy river with their bare hands, or rammed them with long-handled hammers and axes, but the effect was not good.

These bridge piers standing in the river are piled up with large stones, which are stacked on each other by gravity, and cannot be washed away by the river in summer.

Although it was cold in the early winter, the warriors rode a longboat across the target stone pier, and directly boarded the stone pier and swung a sledgehammer to smash it. They even took off their shirts one after another, exposing their upper bodies covered with golden chest hair, and savagely swinging hammers, the cold wind cooled their feats instead.

However, these hard and heavy granites can be easily smashed by a few strong men with a sledgehammer.

Arik didn't know that long ago, people laid a lot of large stones in the river to act as bridge piers. His desire to destroy most of the stone piers in just a day or two was obviously wishful thinking. He even hoped that Rurik would come and see it in person. The so-called brother did not work hard, but the stones were too many and too hard.

He wanted to concentrate on destroying individual stone piers, but his foothold was weak, and the destruction was really slow.

Although it is dawdling, it is still necessary to destroy as much as possible.

At least the wood of the entire bridge has been completely destroyed. This is the second time that Arik has destroyed the wood. He is very experienced. It is said that the wood can be pulled into the river with the rope pulled by the boat.

The only thing is to destroy one or two stone piers.

The camps of the Ross Army were all located on the north bank of the Weser River, next to the so-called ruins of Bremen. They don't build any tents on the south bank, just because it used to be a battlefield. Afraid of the sudden appearance of the Frankish cavalry and a desperate attack, the brothers were afraid that something serious would not be able to escape.

Arik's decision was correct, but the Frankish army arrived earlier than he expected.

At first it was scout cavalry, they saw some big ships moored on the Weser River, and behind them was Bremen. ωωw.Bǐqυgétν.℃ǒM

The scouts didn't reveal their true identity. They took a glance and quickly withdrew to inform the Great King Ludwig of their terrifying sightings.

Hearing the news, Ludwig frowned, mixed with fear and suffocation.

He was surprised that the enemy's legendary ship was already waiting on the Weser River, and he was afraid that the enemy was deliberately destroying the bridge.

Although the Rus are Normans, they must be the smartest Normans.

Even so, Ludwig sighed with emotion: "What a smart enemy. I knew that you would destroy the bridge. Fortunately, I brought back the materials for the bridge."

He immediately ordered the entire army to march, and used a powerful momentum to deter the enemy!

As a result, the huge Frankish army accompanied by a large number of cross flags showed ferocious fangs in the slightly hazy weather of early winter.

Arik, who was supposed to be relaxed, couldn't calm down now.

He burst into a rage, and immediately ordered the horn to sound, and the resting soldiers were counted into combat readiness.

Today, the Weser River is entering its extremity of dry season, and the width of the Bremen reaches has been greatly reduced to less than 100 meters. So when the Rus army went upstream, all the big ships sailed in the center of the river, and only the long boats with oars ignored all troubles.

To the naked eye, the river with a width of less than 100 meters is already quite narrow, and the arrows fired by the ordinary Frankish war bows can easily be fired to the opposite side.

The cross flag fluttered, and a large number of heavily armored warriors showed a very clear metallic luster. Even if there was no bright sunshine now, Arik and many Rus warriors also noticed this unprecedented spectacle.

"I'm not dazzled!"

Arik rubbed his eyes vigorously and found that his vision was not only normal, but now he could see more clearly.

More and more leather armored soldiers walked out of the road, and these people were covered in iron. They were uniformly dressed, even the shields were the same.

What's more remarkable is the appearance of heavy cavalry, they are still fully armored and dressed quite gorgeously.

Seeing is believing, Arik was sure that what he saw was the main force of the enemy.

He didn't have the slightest fear. After the initial surprise, what he showed was a high spirit.

He called on his subordinates to fight immediately, although the Russ Army Squadron was a small army responsible for tearing down bridges, and the total number was less than that of a single Frankish infantry flag team. Apparently the enemy did not have a single ship, and the presence of the Weser River had already taken advantage of the Ross Army. The battle will inevitably evolve into a unilateral attack by the Rus army relying on tactical advantages.

The elite troops of the Frankish army were ordered to line up on the riverbank. Ludwig wanted to show his pomp and slay the Normans with the mighty majesty of the army, and he also ruthlessly threatened them with death.

In Arik's view, he doesn't care who is in front of him, and all those who come are arranging the formation step by step. Isn't this giving the Ross army a chance?

Then, under the uneasy gaze of the Frankish warriors, those big ships began to move strangely. Of course, the soldiers had never seen such a large ship before, all of them watching the wonders.

Arik just made the ship move to the south to seize the dominant position of shooting, and then anchored on the river, creating a number of fortresses protected by the icy river water.

"Oil all the slingshots! Cast iron bullets! Bull catapults! Use rocks!"

He gave orders step by step, about to bombard the Frankish fool who was busy arranging to show off his power... To read the latest chapter, please download the Love Reading Novel app.

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Chapter 979 The supreme king of the East Franks arrives at his loyal Bremen-sur-Weser. But no one doubts the origin of this ability. After all, the talent that the Peacock Monster Clan is best at is to move the stars. Her skills are in the same way as the stars.

After defusing Cao Yuwei's attack this time, Young Master Mei did not rush to attack, but just stood still.

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The sword was cut out again, and the powerful sword intent was a bit stronger than before. Cao Yuwei also followed the sword.

The secret ling in the hand of Young Master Mei was once again the profound circle of the sky, and with a teleportation, he switched his position. While resolving the opponent's attack, it also resolves the opponent's lock. And the next moment, she was already on the other side. The golden red light on Cao Yuwei's body flashed away, if it wasn't for her dodging quickly, there would undoubtedly be another ability coming.

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But no one doubts the origin of this ability. After all, the best talent of the Peacock Monster Clan is to move the stars. Her skills are in the same way as the stars.

After defusing Cao Yuwei's attack this time, Young Master Mei did not rush to attack, but just stood still.

Cao Yuwei frowned slightly, is this little girl's perception so sharp? After he turned his armor into flames, he had other means. If Young Master Mei kept up with the attack, then he would be sure to use this means to restrain her. But Young Master Mei didn't step forward, so his ability to be ready to go had to be interrupted.

The sword was cut out again, and the powerful sword intent was a bit stronger than before. Cao Yuwei also followed the sword.

The secret ling in the hand of Young Master Mei was once again the profound circle of the sky, and with a teleportation, he switched his position. While resolving the opponent's attack, it also resolves the opponent's lock. And the next moment, she was already on the other side. The golden red light on Cao Yuwei's body flashed away, if it wasn't for her dodging quickly, there would undoubtedly be another ability coming.

Fight for consumption! It seems that she is going to fight with Cao Yuwei to consume.

Chapter 979 The supreme king of the East Franks arrives at his loyal Bremen-sur-Weser

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