Rise of Rurik

The cavalry wandered back by the river, not far away was the hillside fortress billowing with smoke, and on the other side was a seemingly peaceful village area.

The humiliating Normans rowed again, and Quentyn and his cavalry blushed on the riverbank, spitting back foul words as they watched the longship sail upstream.

Quentin was still so humiliated by the action, he walked back and forth holding the reins, and the cavalry waited for the command of the banner captain.

"Damn it! Let them escape. Forget about the fort now, we don't have time to fight the fire! Rest a while, we go to the village area to arrest the traitor!"

These cavalry dismounted one after another, and some of them knelt down to inspect the food left by the escaped Normans. There was also a urn of oats that violated the destruction, and the wheat was boiled into a lake of pulp.

"My lord." A soldier happily reported: "At least, we can have some hot food."

"Norman? I don't have time to eat it! In case it's poisonous."

"But my lord..."

"I want to eat you!" Quentin stomped his feet angrily. He took off his helmet to reveal his curly hair, drew his sword and cursed at the opposite bank.

He knew that the Rhine River was a border, and it was now at the peak of the civil war. If his army could run wildly on the water, it would be able to rush to the territory of the Eastern Kingdom.

He said to himself, "Moses can part the raging Red Sea, can anyone part the river?"

He thought about it again, and told his subordinates: "I heard that there is a big fishing village under the fort. There should be many boats there. Even small boats are fine. After we enter the village, we will punish the rebellion and requisition all the boats. I can't tolerate those promises Man is rampant, they must die!"

Angry words come back to angry words, these words made many soldiers feel terrified.

Without him, most of the flag team soldiers led by Quentin are landlubbers. For example, there are only a handful of cavalry here who can swim.

But said the other side.

Lanstein Fishing Village is now overcrowded, how many people have escaped? There are five thousand giants!

There are bonfires everywhere, people resting everywhere, big trees have been cut down one after another, and new wooden sheds are being built on a large scale.

The black fox retreated with the last brother on board, facing a messy scene.

The small Lahn River is crowded with a large number of small boats, the entire fishing village of Koblenz is here, and the small pier in Landstein is now crowded with long boats. The Lanhe River has never been so noisy, and a new history has been created. The black fox is not at all happy. He has just been caught off guard by the cavalry of the Frankish army. I was extremely panicked and would definitely be ridiculed by my brothers.

Although the brothers took off their trousers on the boat and taunted the cavalry, it is undeniable that the Ross Army has abandoned Koblenz at this stage.

It can be said to be a tactical contraction, and it can also be described as fleeing without a fight.

The soldiers who went ashore explained their experiences to the brothers who had withdrawn a long time ago, and all they got in return were complaints from the brothers.

"You can't fight them? When did we beat their cavalry?"

"It's better to kill at least a few before withdrawing, it looks like you have lost the battle."

There were also some vulgar words, but the black fox turned a deaf ear upon hearing them.

He sat resting by the campfire, making something hot to eat when he hadn't eaten.

Eating the slightly rough newly baked cake, even if it is coated with some honey, it is not very tasty.

Vardy and Eric came over, and the two old guys were in a good mood.

"You're all here. Damn it, why did I hear someone say I'm a coward?! Ridiculous." The little fat man didn't want to shout loudly, and secretly complained to the old man.

Eric laughed: "It's just that some brothers are stubborn. Standing in a safe place now, it's natural to stand and talk without back pain. Now there are all boats here, and those guys who call themselves warriors can row over and fight the cavalry with their lives."

"They dare not. Haha." Vardy comforted the little fat man: "At least they dare not go alone. Now let's see how the thirty brothers who are hiding will do it. I hope our Sven is despicable enough."

Suddenly "mean" wasn't a derogatory term anymore.

The Russians stationed in Nassau are actually very mixed, and many soldiers in the army are Viking Saxons. Many people also lack the awareness of "dueling upright", which makes them more willing to use some conspiracy.

This gentleman is not a pure old Ross, he is a hero from Ankrasbu, Sweden, and a fellow from the ancestral home of the Black Fox family.

He hid in the village with thirty brothers and a crossbow.

The steel arm crossbow is heavier, which is not a problem for warriors with thick arms who are good at paddling. They bring a winch for winding, and when necessary, they can also forcibly wind up by hand by stepping on the tension. The former is time-consuming, and the latter hurts the arm.

Of course, there are also light wooden arm crossbows and short wooden bows, but their power is much less powerful.

The thirty brothers were divided into three groups, and the three captains commanded the men on hand.

They are asked to hunt like foxes, so-called hiding and waiting for the prey to appear, and launching a sneak attack at the right time.

For this situation, Quentin and his people knew nothing.

The Frankish cavalry finished resting in anger, and they rode straight towards the "German Horn", the flat and wide area formed by the confluence of the Moselle and Rhine rivers. This place is convenient for farming and fishing. The houses of the people are lined up in rows, almost all of which have haystack roofs. Some people are very particular about installing small stone walls for themselves, and it is also common to install fences.

The cavalry lined up once aggressively, but Quentin, who kept advancing, felt that the world was terribly quiet.

His helmet was mounted on the saddle, and his ears were filled with the sound of the wind. The sun is not bad today, and it shines warmly on the body. If it is wearing chain mail, it must be a dazzling existence.

Are the villagers hiding?

Before entering the village area, he made a final request: "Keep your eyes open! Find out who is hiding! We disperse and finally meet at the monastery. Turn all you caught to the monastery, remember Do not kill indiscriminately, do not insult women."

Even if the hands of Quentin and his group were covered with blood in the previous liquidation operation, they maintained the bottom line of military discipline. It is fair to say that they did not do anything to any woman, nor did they do anything to any priest.

For ordinary peasants, the method is rough. Those who seem to be uncooperative will be whipped directly, and those who try to resist will be executed as "Norman accomplices".

They encountered no resistance along the way, and on the whole this Frankish flag team entered the Koblenz area as if it had entered no one's land. As for their inconceivable actions, all the problems depended on Quentin, the flag captain.

The streets and alleys of the dwellings are disorganized, except for the riverside area which is an open road, there is no main road in the residential area, most of the narrow paths, and the roads are the most common rugged dirt roads.

There are ruts on the soft ground, which feel like they were recently left. The scattered cavalry were in it, and they couldn't hear the barking of dogs and the crowing of chickens, let alone the movement of living people.

There are many signs that the people have escaped cleanly, leaving an empty residential village.

There is no one in the huge village? ! How did they escape so quickly?

Koblenz is not a strange existence. This place is considered a relatively densely populated place in the entire kingdom, but now it is as desolate as a desert island.

Many cavalry warriors were inexplicably frightened. Their thighs on both sides were protected by round shields, and they held the reins in one hand and the sword in the other. They began to worry that it was a stupid move for them not to put on their armor in order to quickly make them feel unsafe now. At first, they were accompanied by a few cavalry, and gradually became scattered.

The cavalry were calling each other to their colleagues to call their positions, and they were also shouting to the houses on both sides, asking people who might be hiding to come out.

They were not worried about getting separated. The spiers of the monastery were specially repaired to hang a cross. It was an extremely conspicuous marker, and the scattered cavalry would eventually turn there.

But in the dark corner, the wounded crossbow is already staring at these unsuspecting cavalrymen...

The Ten Commander then divided his subordinates into four groups. When it comes to sneak attacks, two teams are required for the success rate.

One person shoots the horse and one person shoots the man. For the sake of success rate or even a multi-person team, multiple crossbows are aimed at one cavalryman.

The Ross soldiers in ambush made eye contact and started sneak attacks one after another.

The short and thick crossbow arrows pierced the horse's eyes at close range, and with just one blow, it pierced the skull. The tall and strong horse immediately fell to death, and even the cavalry who was hit by the arrow was thrown off directly.

The Ross warrior dropped his crossbow for the time being, drew out his steel sword and charged forward, completing the final assassination neatly. When they found out that these horse riders were indeed so arrogant that they didn't even wear armor, their murderous intentions became even heavier.

"Boring!" After completing a sneak attack, Sven chopped off the death cavalry's head, and even spat on the corpse. "You don't wear armor, and we still use steel-armed crossbows to deal with you arrogant guys! Who is this looking down on?!"

Several sneak attacks were completed quietly, but the cry of the wounded before death still aroused the vigilance of many cavalry.

Quentin was guarded by many people, and he was alerted to an ambush when he heard the wailing.

When he finally realized that he was reckless, three people suddenly jumped out from the corner of the house in front of him. They were wearing white clothes with obvious blue stripes on them. The strange man was holding a strange thing, followed by the sound of arrows disappearing and swishing.

A horse was hit in the chest, overturning the cavalry in pain.

But the assailant disappeared suddenly. Even though the cavalry pursued them again, it is unknown which house the enemy fled to.

"Get out of the way! Find the enemies for me and kill them!" Quentin felt that he was being insulted even more. He didn't bother to put on his helmet, and led more than a dozen cavalrymen to run, but the sword he swung was also output to the air.

However, more complex sneak attacks are still going on.

Even using the wooden fork planted with grass as a weapon, the Ross warrior suddenly rushed out to poke the horse down, and his companions with tomahawks and swords suddenly came out, killing the enemy while the cavalry fell.

The Ross soldiers were sprayed with blood, and they left the corpses and started looking for new targets.

But it is said that the layout of the fishing village is really complicated if it is complicated, and it is really simple if it is simple.

The cross of the monastery is a perfect marker for both sides in the secret battle. When the horn of retreat is heard, the brothers first run to the monastery, then continue to run north to the river to get the reserved longboat and retreat completely. .

As far as the cavalry had no advantage in the cramped environment, Quentin was furious, and all the cavalry rushed straight to the monastery.

Only the monastery is located in the open area in the middle of the fishing village, and cavalry began to gather here, waiting for Quentin who arrived here to rectify. Everyone has been tossed miserably, and they don't know where the enemy came from. Now that neither the man nor the horse has any armor, the horse rider has become a huge living target, and the enemy's bow and arrow are indeed sharp.

Just as Quentin was rectifying his subordinates who had been beaten dizzily, a horn sounded with a strange rhythm in his ears.

The bullhorn has a strong penetrating power, and blowing different rhythms means different signals.

"Tell everyone, go to the monastery to gather. Tell them, there is a battle!" Sven ordered his subordinates to blow the trumpet.

Three long beeps and three short beeps, this is what Rurik taught them on purpose. In Rurik's view, the SOS's three long and three short signals originally meant vigilance and a situation, and when extended it became the meaning of "ready for battle". This signal can be easily reproduced with the bullhorn.

The brothers understood, and after finishing winding one after another, they appeared at the edge of the monastery with their ready-to-go crossbows. When they saw the wandering cavalry, they decisively launched a sneak attack.

The arrows were lost inexplicably, and the cavalry didn't see the enemy, and their horses went crazy because of the arrows.

After finally seeing the enemy's figure, the shadow came alive again in a flash. The cavalry who pursued them found nothing, but faced the dilemma of being separated from the brigade again and being assassinated.

Those cavalry who fell off their horses had no time to take care of their wounded horses. They drew out their broadswords, held up their small shields, and stared nervously at everything around them.

Even so, there are still swift arrows coming.

The stubby arrow was embedded in the small iron-covered shield, and the soldier's hand was shaking so badly that it was only when he stood up that he fully understood what kind of arrow it was.

If so, it can really be called an arrow.

The army of the Middle Kingdom has never suffered from crossbow arrows, and this is the first time.

Quentin didn't want to be a living target. He had dismounted and even hunched his back, frowning at the small shield "inlaid" with thick arrows handed over by his subordinates.

"This is the devil's arrow! Can it actually pierce the iron sheet?!"

"My lord, what should we do? They are nearby, let's rush in and kill them?!" Someone asked loudly.

"No! Let me think."

"But my lord, there is no point in us being here any longer."

"Damn it." Quentin gritted his teeth and looked at the surrounding situation. He didn't know if all the cavalry had gathered again. What he knew was that many people died after being sap.

There was still the whizzing sound of missing arrows in my ears, and the helpless horses were lost to everyone, and those villains who didn't hit people and only shot horses clearly did it on purpose.

wait! This must be the trick of the Normans!

When Quentin wanted to understand, he realized that he had been slapped several times like a fool. He felt that there were many enemies hidden in the entire residential area. The Normans were indeed very cunning, and what they said in the past was also true. They were unwilling to fight openly. Today, they wanted to use a sneak attack to disable the powerful Frankish cavalry? !

All the houses are threatened, and even the gate of the monastery behind is locked. Will a group of soldiers suddenly come out to make a sneak attack?

The more Quentin thought about it, the more frightened he became, and he quickly got on his horse again: "Soldiers, don't worry about hurting the horse, let's retreat with all our strength!"

Led by him, the cavalry who broke into the village rushed to the open area in the south at the fastest speed. All the cavalry that could be withdrawn gathered in one place, and Quentin counted the number, and there were only 70 horses and more than 80 soldiers left.

Twenty subordinates died in the village for no apparent reason, more horses were damaged, and now large infantry units are arriving one after another.

Anxiety and fear were gone, and what Quentin had now was anger.

"Villagers! Devils! This village is cursed!"

Behind him is the still burning Koblenz Fortress, and the quiet village hides demons. When the newly arrived infantry learned of the bad luck of the cavalry, some of them were not eager to attack, but more fear of the unknown.

The soldiers obeyed the orders of the Banner Captain, and now, Banner Captain Quentin was determined to implement his privilege.

"All warriors! Get your torches ready! Now, set the whole neighborhood on fire!"

He wanted to break the discipline he emphasized, and even if some sergeants questioned whether it was too much to do so, he took out King Lothar's charter-no mercy to traitors and Normans.

"I know you are afraid that the fire will engulf the monastery! Don't worry. The monastery has been occupied by demons, and there are a large number of demons in the entire residential area. Only fire can burn them to death. We will use fire to clean up Koblenz!"

No matter what he said, he was right, even if the Normans, the traitors, and even the so-called devil have not been clearly seen, and there has never been a real battle. The soldiers could only do things according to the requirements of the banner captain, so they began to prepare torches and lined up in a horizontal line to perform the so-called "flame purification".

"It's really strange, these guys don't enter the village anymore." Sven regretted not taking a few prisoners. He couldn't figure out what else the enemy was thinking, but there were a few wounded horses lying in the open space at the gate of the monastery.

Swain ordered the brothers to take off the horse's legs. There are too few opportunities to eat red meat these days, and **** horse legs are very precious. The horseshoes all have hoofs, and showing the boss can prove what the brothers have gone through.

The soldiers carried more than 20 horse legs and held a wound crossbow, and they still wanted to continue the sneak attack. They waited for a long time, and the sun was about to set, and it seemed that everything had returned to calm.

Just when everyone wanted to evacuate collectively, more intense smoke ignited in the south.

"Isn't it?!" Sven saw the red flames soaring into the sky blatantly, and the smoke couldn't be suppressed. It was obvious that the Frankish troops were setting fire!

"It really made the black fox right. Haha!" Sven was surprised at first, and then stomped his feet happily. "Brothers, it's time to go, our final mission has been completed."

Seeing many people as if they didn't hear, he patted a few casually: "Hey! Do you want to be burned to ashes? Let's go!"

On one side, the houses were crackling and burning on a large scale, and on the other side, the Ross people blew the horn to retreat.

Thirty people sat in two long boats, carrying more than 20 fresh horse legs, and happily entered the main channel of the Rhine River.

There were few of them, and the speed of paddling against the current was not fast, so Swain ordered the guys to deliberately get close to the pier to see the enemy's situation.

The entire settlement of Koblenz was engulfed in thick smoke, and the flames burned more and more vigorously, so that the setting sun looked dim.

Quentin, who was venting his anger, witnessed the intensifying flames, and kept chewing obscenities, cursing that the Normans and traitors were burned to death.

At this time, a soldier pointed out to him: "My lord, there are Norman ships in the river to the north!"

"What?!"

Quentin turned around, and saw two longships heading north unhurriedly, looking very mocking.

"Damn it, follow me to the shore. All soldiers with bows, follow me!"

He mustered a handful of archers as quickly as he could, and hurled them from the shore at the drifting longship. The throw was meaningless, and the longship didn't return fire. Sven deliberately moved the two ships out of the enemy's range, taking the opportunity to get a good look at the size of the enemy. He is also an old soldier, with a pair of eyes to estimate the strength of the enemy. "Those fugitives must be right. There must be a thousand enemies. We were right not to fight them to the death."

Sven said to himself, let's chat with the oarsmen again. Everyone looked at the Franks who missed their arrows like fools, and then they all rowed upriver with all their strength.

As night fell, the two longships that completed their mission finally arrived at the fishing village of Lanstein, where the bonfires were as dense as stars.

This place is full of Koblenz refugees, and no one is in the mood to eat now, because the lake is so bright in the direction of Koblenz, and the clouds are burned red, which is more fiery than the sunset. Even a fool realizes that there is a disaster on the Coblenz homestead! Some stomped their feet in anger, some wept loudly, and some just fainted.

Because the black foxes that had withdrawn were already spreading propaganda, together with the so-called Frankish army, they might set fire to vent their anger if they couldn't kill a human.

The prophecy came true! The black fox was both happy and regretful~www.readwn.com~ The fighters he arranged to retreat back unscathed, and more than 20 fresh horse legs left behind proved that they fought against the cavalry. For this reason, some people began to use "horse legs" to tease the victorious Sven. Although the old man didn't like this nickname, he couldn't stop others from calling it that.

What about the enemy? Who is arson? !

Sven made it clear, and soon everyone who was watching the situation understood it.

The people were angry again, and anger caused hatred, and when there was hatred, they wanted to kill people!

Looking at the people around him, the black fox thinks that they are clearly the militia that can be used!

Insufficient troop strength used to be a problem, but I am afraid it is not now.

Their home was burnt down by the enemy. If they didn't stand up and resist, what's the point of living? According to the northern thinking, such a disgrace must seize the opportunity to take revenge.

The black fox and his old buddies started to act under the night...