Rise of Rurik Chapter 987

The forest was densely packed with the Frankish army, they made a deafening cry, and after rushing out of the forest, they rushed towards the blood-stained Rus army.

There are people in gray-brown robes everywhere, their weapons and equipment are relatively simple, and their enthusiasm for fighting cannot be denied.

The Ross army was quite surprised. Everyone speculated that the next group of soldiers who appeared next time was still a group of heavily armored soldiers, but it turned out that a group of peasant troops came out? !

No matter what the enemy's identity is, they seem to be just wearing old clothes. People without armor are so brave to charge, it can be said that they are seeking their own death.

The snow-covered riverside flat was smashed to pieces by countless shoes, but the large swath of snow had turned a terrifying bright red and was eerily steaming.

It was the hot air formed by the blood gushing out, filled with a terrible fishy smell.

At this moment, the fire support behind the Ross Army has been suspended, and the brothers are in a rather unfavorable position at the moment. If the heavy weapons on the ship start to support, it is bound to accidentally injure one's own side.

It was obvious that a large number of gray-brown enemies were pouring out, and the friendly troops on the ship were throwing rattles, but they didn't dare to take the initiative even if they wanted to support.

As for those peasants and soldiers, most of them were fighting for the first time.

They were ignorant and ordinary farmers, and normally they would never have the chance to see the king in their entire lives. History gave them the basis that now ordinary farmers fight for the king.

Such warriors are either extremely cowardly or extremely violent, running and screaming with a blank mind, leaving all emotion, including fear, behind.

It was obvious that the Normans were already waiting for work, but everyone rushed up without hesitation, and finally hit a lake of flesh and blood.

"Shield Wall! Prepare!"

"Fight the shock! Prepare!"

"Halber! Prepare!"

The centurions commanded their brethren calmly, and the centurions began to form together, ten battle cubes pieced together into a solid wall.

The soldiers behind the large round shields were half-bowed, the heads protected by the iron helmets were half-sunk behind the shields, and the soldiers only showed one eye. Their steel swords are generally against the right side of the shield, ready to stab at any time.

Now, the collision begins.

The Frankish peasant soldiers slammed into the shield wall with a variety of weapons. The soldiers behind the shield simply buried their entire heads behind the shield, and the sharp swords protruded from the gaps, regardless of whether there were enemies in front of them or not.

The steel swords kept stabbing the flesh and blood of the peasant soldiers, and their offensive could not break through the shield formation of the Rus army at all. The people who were stabbed to death and stabbed fell one after another, and were immediately trampled by their follow-up brothers.

The Ross Army was under a lot of pressure. The thousand of them were unable to observe the entire battlefield on the front line. They just felt that the situation was very wrong, as if there were enemies everywhere.

In fact, people standing in the distance can indeed see a surprising number of Frankish troops rushing out of the forest, and there are black soldiers everywhere.

This is the big battle!

"Keep stabbing! Can't stop!"

"Hold on! Protect yourself!"

"Pull the injured brother to the back and fill the empty seat!"

"Halberdeer! Be careful not to hurt our brother!"

The Ross Army continued to insist, but they were facing an all-out attack by an enemy army of 10,000 people.

Behind them is the icy Elbe with plenty of ferries and a pontoon bridge to Hamburg. They have a clear retreat, but the decisive battle should have already begun, and no one can leave without permission.

Facing the shield wall of the Rus army, these Frankish peasant soldiers had no way to break through it.

The riverside plain from the forest to the river is still too narrow. This 10,000-strong army can't do a good job of deploying its troops. Therefore, in the front line, the front line of the 1,000-strong Rus army is only 200 meters, and the Frankish army is empty. The scale of people, the only real fighting is this two hundred meters front. A large number of subsequent soldiers were unable to break in at all, and could only wave their flags and shout at the rear to replenish their manpower.

Mortals are not slaughtering machines with wireless physical strength. In the face of endless enemies, Ross Shield Wall is still forced to retreat slowly by pressure.

Gradually, the balance of victory gradually tilted toward the Franks. As long as they continued to advance without casualties, and as long as the reinforcements of the Rus army did not arrive, these Frankish farmers would drive the Rus people off the glacier after paying a huge price.

At this point, the reserve team of elite soldiers has arrived at the edge of the forest.

He is more satisfied with the current situation, so he needs his Javelin troops to add another fire to victory.

More than 300 shot guns and went into battle. In order to gain momentum, they went into battle shirtless to show off their ridiculously strong upper body muscles. This group of fair-skinned Frankish strong men and Ross strong men are basically no different. They fired light javelins with spear throwers, knowing that doing so would hit their own soldiers on the front line, but they would definitely hit the enemy.

They were just a group of peasant soldiers. Such people could be recruited in large numbers, and Ludwig did not care about them.

There was a whizzing sound from the sky, and a large number of "black lines" rose into the air.

Suddenly, a rain of arrows attacked the Rus warriors in the fierce battle. The brothers never imagined that only their own arrows would kill the enemy on a large scale, and when would they become victims.

The Rus army began to suffer unexpectedly large numbers of casualties. Similarly, the Frankish peasant soldiers were generally unarmored, and the casualties were even more significant.

The Ross army behind the front line began to put the round shield against their head and endured the javelin that pierced the shield. They are still fighting hard, showing their tenacity in this way, and they are also putting their lives under pressure on Rurik himself.

"Ah! This is not the decisive battle I want!"

Rurik covered his head with his hands in his panic, and after a brief stupor, he realized that the decisive battle was no longer bound by his own will, and broke out mercilessly!

Ludov couldn't take it any longer, and told Rurik: "I can't wait! My Saxons will immediately cross the river to help."

Rurik could not hesitate any longer at this moment, because the army assembled in Hamburg was already positioned for life, like a powder keg, it had reached the critical point of explosion.

"Attack! We attack!"

The golden lion Yang Tian roared loudly.

Rurik, who was standing on the city wall, turned to face the soldiers in the lower part behind him. He drew his sword: "Cross the Elbe! Attack with all your strength!"

Therefore, Liudov cooperated without hesitation, and the closed door was completely opened.

Horns and drums rang out, and all the warriors roared.

Ross, the Danish warriors poured out, jumped on the moored boats and rowed hard. The Elbe River, which is more than 200 meters wide, passed quickly, and the soldiers got off the boat and immediately plunged into the slaughter.

And those Saxon warriors also received Liudov's orders, and the elite warriors among them had to cross the river first. For this reason, Liudov decided to personally take a thousand elites to cross the pontoon at a brisk pace.

But his determination was temporarily stopped by Rurik.

"Wait!"

"Why?"

"Your people are still not elite! Slow down first, let my thousand Eastern Legion cross the pontoon first! Don't worry, this elite force moves very quickly."

In theory, the coalition forces are already in full force. Including the 12-year-old Saxon boy, the nominal force invested in this decisive battle on the banks of the Elbe has approached the scale of 20,000.

But the battlefield is almost all unfolded on a large riverside plain on the south bank of the river. Before this place was a **** battle of 3,000 Frankish heavy cavalry by the coalition forces, this time was the second battle, and it was also a decisive battle.

Medvedt's Slavic Legion belongs to the trump card reserved by Rurik. Their individual combat effectiveness is not good, but together they can have terrifying combat effectiveness.

The Slavic soldiers had already assembled their halberds, and in the eyes of the Northumbrian king Ernred, who was watching the battle, a group of unremarkable warriors suddenly created a forest.

The warriors at the front were wearing heavy armor, and many were actually captured Frankish armor.

These people do not need to use shields, and thousands of people are organized into "hedgehog formations", which will implement the strategy that offense is the best defense. Now, Medvedt led the Slavic corps in line and began to pass the pontoon with ease.

In the front, the Danes, Rus, Gotaland, Melaron, Balmer, and other Vikings launched a general attack on the Frankish army.

This is a powerful shock wave with a scale of more than 3,000 people! At the same time, the large ships also pulled out their anchors. They moved their positions as close to the southern river as possible, and installed ordinary arrows in the slideways of the torsion slingshots, just to do their best to provide fire support.

The decisive battle is now, and Ludwig wanted to have a decisive battle, but he did not expect the enemy to have so many troops.

The river was full of paddle boats, and the Norman pirates were inexhaustible.

"When did they become so vicious?" Ludwig finally felt the terror, even though he still had 5,000 elite soldiers who were very capable of fighting.

The cramped war made it impossible for him to put the elite army into the fight for the time being.

Ludwig saw the rapid passage of troops on the pontoon bridge, all of them carrying a kind of long spear. He had never seen such an army in his life, and the fear in his subconscious made him think it was a group of guys who were not to be messed with.

Today's Saxon warriors are of the same nature as the Frankish peasant warriors, both of whom were peasant origins and lack training.

The Rus-Danish Allied Forces are at the same level as the Frankish Heavy Armored Forces.

However, now the Frankish elites have been difficult to fight due to the cramped battlefield environment, and the Russ Danish elites are still landing one after another.

Fighting against the weak with a strong army, even if it is an army of 10,000 people, the soldiers of the Frankish army have already begun...

Medved walked in front of the team, he took the lead in landing on the other side. In front of them is the friendly army in the fight, and their appearance makes the friendly army overjoyed.

"Spear Wall! Start!"

The words were spoken in the Slavic language, and the army, which was entirely composed of the Ilmen Slavs, formed a hedgehog formation with extremely long-handled halberds, and began to advance.

The Slavic Legion first supported their Rusian sword and shield fighters with halberds. Then, in the fierce battle, a large number of long-handed weapons suddenly stretched out from their shoulders.

The spearhead is equipped with a barbed axe, which is the halberd. It can stab, cut and ram, and has various attack methods.

Thus, the terrifying killing started from the battlefield at the bridgehead.

How did the Frankish army see this situation?

The peasant soldiers were either killed or slashed. They had no power to fight back. The long-handled halberd killed the enemy with a distance advantage, and the halberd head swept the area full of casualties.

As a result, the armed forces of Ross Sword and Shield in this position were relocated, and the front line was voluntarily surrendered to Medved's legion.

The avalanche of the Frankish peasant soldiers began, and the unarmored people were directly swept away, even if they had armor and clothing, it would not help. The heavy halberd head rammed the enemy's helmet, and one blow directly rammed the enemy's skull to pieces.

The first three rows are responsible for the desperate assassination, and the soldiers behind are responsible for the ramming. Such a phalanx must ensure the safety of the flanks, but this is something they don't need to consider in this war.

The Slavic Legion was armed with swords and shields from both sides of the Slavic Army, so the formation of the army was a tactic that Rurik had never tried, even though the battlefield was cramped and slender.

The strength advantage of the Frankish peasant soldiers is gone. They have already suffered more than 2,000 casualties. Once the soldiers fall, they have no chance to stand up at all. They can only be trampled to death by themselves or the enemy or make up for it.

The casualties of the Frankish army can only increase sharply with the delay of time. The bad situation of the battle is not at all that can be reversed by the mere 300 spear throwers. It is precisely these muscled spear throwers who began to encounter the key blows of the Ross ships.

If it wasn't for Ludwig's heavy-armed army to bounce back and the armored warriors to kill some retreaters, the collapse would have occurred long ago.

However, in the face of a steady stream of Norman reinforcements, the general collapse of those peasant soldiers began.

The peasant soldiers fled across the board. They threw their weapons and ran away, unmoved by the pressure of the heavy infantry.

Because the latter also fell into deep fear.

Ludwig felt that there were enemies everywhere, and maybe he could win by throwing the reserve team into the general attack now.

Do not! Totally impossible!

There were shouts of killing everywhere, and soldiers who fled everywhere, like wild deer scurrying in the woods, and in front of them was the advancing army of barbarians.

"Withdraw! We withdraw! Withdraw Bremen!"

Time was limited and Ludwig couldn't think too much. His army had not been effectively rested at all. He rushed into the decisive battle and was defeated before the sun went down.

The East Frankish army still has more than 15,000 troops at the moment, but the problem is that the army's heart is broken, and fear is being transmitted like a chain reaction.

When the king gave the order to retreat, the retreat was no longer shameful. In this way, out of honor, they were reluctant to admit the heavy infantry they were afraid of, and they also began to flee wildly to the rear.

Some people even threw off their armor and didn't even want to tow the sleigh by themselves.

They fled the same way, and more than 15,000 people fled into the woods.

The coalition forces in the rear were in hot pursuit, and those exhausted Frankish peasant soldiers began to be killed or captured on a large scale.

Bright red blood stained this heather forest.

Fifty years ago, Charlemagne's Frankish army defeated the Saxons here, and now the northerners have played an even crazier record here.

The pursuit continued until night fell, and the entire pursuit came to an end.

Now Rurik had to face a rather bizarre fact that the East Frank army had become a group of poor bandits, and the coalition had won a big victory.

The prisoner immediately reported the fact that this battle was indeed King Ludwig's personal expedition.

However, simply interrogating the prisoners to find out the origin of the peasants and soldiers, some rather embarrassing things happened.

Individual prisoners were released immediately, and even transformed from enemy to friendly.

There is no other reason, UU reading www.uukanshu. com These prisoners of war came from the Barony of Nassau, and now these prisoners become Henry Nassau's Dutch Confederate Army.

For Rurik and other nobles, the next thing is not to continue the pursuit, it is necessary to count the casualties, try to treat the wounded, clean the battlefield, and continue to maintain a defensive posture.

Rurik was also not worried that Ludwig, who had never met before, fled with the follow-up troops. Do not! They can't escape.

The enemy's back road will be cut off, and the Frankish army will be caught in a dilemma in the open space, and the cold of the north will grant them further death.

Next, as long as the situation continues to ferment, the time will continue to be delayed. The longer it is delayed, the more unfavorable it will be for the Franks.

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