Rise of Rurik

There is a fortress on the **** of the hill. It is slightly foggy today, and the appearance of the fortress is more or less hazy.

"Is that the Salburg you mentioned?" the black fox asked thinking of Omlet.

"That's it! Didn't you break the fortress of Koblenz? Then, taking down this fortress, shouldn't be... no problem?"

"Oh? Why do I think you have some doubts about our methods?"

"I dare not." With that said, Ohm Laite's frown seemed to say a thousand words.

"Go ahead. Explain what you think."

"real?"

"Really." The black fox said casually. Anyway, it was the last moment, and the army only needed to find the best shoal to land.

"Yes. That fortress existed a long time ago. Maybe you can't break it in a day."

"So, two days?"

"Maybe."

"Two days..." Gazing at the fortress, the black fox shook his head with a mocking smile. He ignored the guide, but turned to the many warriors on the flagship and roared: "Destroy the village! Break the fort that you can all see! Give you one day! I'm going to empty the fort tonight."

Immediately, the soldiers paddling on the flagship shouted at the same time. They still shook their heads and returned to silence, just like the calm before the storm.

How to breach the fortress? The Ross Army already has sufficient experience in this regard.

But Saarburg, the small fortress seen by the Russian army has appeared since Roman times, because it was originally a small Roman military camp hundreds of years ago, and the significance of its army stationed was to defend the lower reaches of the Saar River. Imperial Villa.

The villa has been turned into ruins, and the Roman barracks are also dead. However, the rammed foundation was used by the Frankish nobles for the second time, and the fortress, which collapsed to the point of ruins, was rebuilt with local stones that were readily available.

The family of Baron Saar, the Beckrich family, came out of the reconstruction of the small fort and then converted it into a residence.

However, most of the army has been stationed in Saarbrücken upstream for more than a year under the leadership of the Baron himself, as if the densely populated Saarburg area has been deserted.

The local people live a peaceful and daily life in the countryside. The battle of the nobles seems to have nothing to do with them. The village priest still presides over daily activities in the monastery. The people go to the monastery once a week to listen to the church. Such a simple life day after day, year after year, they The connection with the nobility seems to be only reflected in the regular payment of taxes.

Even ordinary farmers are not even qualified to serve as soldiers.

Because the baron trusted his followers more, he would not recruit peasants who looked weak to serve as soldiers unless it was absolutely necessary.

However, on this seemingly ordinary day at the end of July, a snake-like fleet suddenly appeared on the Saar River.

The nearby villagers have never seen such a strange scene. They live in the valley formed by hills and rivers. The people know little about the outside world. They don’t even know the horror of the Normans. Only a few people have a certain concept, just like their mother. To frighten disobedient children, they always use wild beasts in the mountains as examples, and the Normans are probably a kind of wild beasts.

No one connected the fleet that appeared in front of them with the Normans, let alone the imminent killing.

The gentle **** below Saarburg is an elite area eroded by river bends that is very suitable for farming. Nearly a thousand villagers live here in three villages.

There are still many villages in the valley, and even some small villages on the hillsides.

The Black Fox fleet deliberately flew the flag of Ross high, and the soldiers paddling watched the villagers working in the river bay area come out of their homes to watch the theater? At least those people grazing cattle and sheep by the river stood stupidly like stakes.

"Are they idiots? Didn't know that we were going to kill them soon?" The young soldier said casually, and everyone who was rowing immediately started discussing it.

The calm Wadi rebuked this kind of boring discussion.

"Shut up! After landing, don't worry about killing these fools. We have to break through the fortress and get your crossbows ready! There are also torsion slingshots, and they will be assembled for me when we land."

This Russian army did come prepared, and the old tradition of the Russian army being good at archery must be firmly carried forward, that is, shooting javelins and missing arrows may not necessarily destroy the fortress defenders.

In Wadi's estimate, he subconsciously overestimated the enemy's will to resist. Although the fortress on the hillside is not big, the defenders will definitely resist to the end! Even they dug trenches to make drawbridges and such.

He estimated the enemy in front of him in the defense mode of the Ross people, and thought of logging as a battering ram without hesitation.

Some of the warriors were still rowing their oars, and many more strung their crossbows. To deal with a group of desperate farmers and herdsmen, it is enough to deal with it with an ordinary wooden arm crossbow.

The crossbow modified from a short wooden bow can forcibly achieve a huge draw length by stretching. If the arms of the bow were not glued with a thin layer of tendon, they might have broken one after another.

The warrior hangs an arrow in his mouth, steps on the bow arm with both feet, and inserts the arrow into the string in one go.

As for those warriors with heavy steel-armed crossbows, their eyes were fixed only on the fortress named Salburg.

The channel of the Saar River has always been maintained at a width of about 80 meters, while in the gentle bay area where Saarburg is located, the width has abruptly expanded to about 150 meters. Here, there are steep rocks on the left bank of the river, and the right bank is extremely flat, making it easy for long boats to rush to the beach.

With the horn, almost all the longships turned at the same time and rushed to the beach at the same time.

Those nassau and Koblenz militiamen who might be soft-hearted looked at the ship and the previously seized supplies for the time being, and other Ross fighters immediately disembarked and launched an attack.

Nearly 400 soldiers appeared at the same time, shooting fatally to those watching.

The arrows whizzed and easily knocked down the ignorant peasants, and now the people farther away witnessed the death of friends and relatives, and finally began to scream loudly with their heads in their hands.

But the army has already attacked in an all-round way, and the uniformly dressed Ross army, holding swords and shields, has already rushed into the village houses with the continuous help of their comrades' arrows.

They did not start looting on the spot, and even turned a blind eye to the terrified villagers who were too late to escape.

For all have been told that there is gold and wine in the fortress.

The poor Saarburg only had more than 20 retinue fighters. How old they were, and because they had been loyal to their lord when they were young, the baron was so kind that he continued to keep them. The homes of these veterans are all in the Saarburg area, and the sons of many are now stationed in the upstream area with the baron.

What does the appearance of strange ships mean? Until a large number of white-toned soldiers rushed to land on the beach, the defenders of the fort hurriedly pulled up the drawbridge.

However, they haven't figured out what happened, and the "white army" has surrounded the small fortress on the hillside in unison.

The young warriors set up the traditional shield wall, and the brothers with crossbows suppressed the shaking figures on the stone wall with all their strength.

The defenders tried to speak out, but the man who stretched out half of his body immediately fell under the eyes of his companions, and his body was missing with many arrows stuck in it. So far, no one dared to speak out...

"Rush?"

"Climb the wall directly?"

"Yes! Carl, dare you?"

"Don't wait for Wadi and the others to pull the cut tree over?"

"What are you waiting for? The wall is not high. Brothers climb up to win easily. Who doesn't want gold?" That's all, this young soldier named Haradric put on his round shield deftly, holding a sword in one hand and an ax in the other. He rushed over the rough stone wall.

Seeing that someone took the lead, other fighters rushed up after seeing this. The centurion in charge of the command was unwilling to dawdle any longer, and immediately joined the force to attack the city.

The defenders were already frightened by the arrow attack, and they retreated into the fortress. Just when their heads were blank, a large number of soldiers with shields on their backs climbed over the wall and entered.

Then when the black fox himself ran to the sloping **** in front of the gate of Saarburg out of breath, the entire fortress had been captured, and the speed of breaking through the city even exceeded the imagination of the soldiers.

"You're late." Vardy stood at the door pinching his waist to show off his super speed.

"Yes! I'm late...I'm really not good at running. How?"

"Are you asking me how much property I robbed?"

"Yes. Are there nobles?"

"No. Rather... there is a lot of wine. Haha!" Wadi laughed wildly, turned his back again, and strode into the already overcrowded fortress while roaring.

These more experienced Ross warriors who have been stationed in Nassau for a long time, their current identities are all knights loyal to the Earl of Nassau. They already understood what this status meant. For robbing ordinary villagers, it would be more honorable than robbing nobles.

Everyone wanted to grab the gold from Saarburg, but people were disappointed in this.

Fortunately, the legendary cider really appeared! The well-learned warriors no longer smashed the barrel violently, but twisted and yanked the cork of the oak barrel, and what flowed out of it was no longer a purple-red fine nectar, but another kind of wine with an alluring aroma. Pale yellow cloudy liquid. The bold tasted it for a while, and the extremely sweet taste with the special taste of wine shocked the soldier's scalp to numb, and then fell into ecstasy.

Could this be cider?

Yes, and no, or rather, this is the second cider that is undergoing a second fermentation and slowly vinegaring.

The arrogant soldiers killed all the defenders, so that there was no chance of grabbing their tongues for questioning. After the fortress was captured, the villagers took the time to escape. The Ross army still captured some villagers and asked for some information before executing them.

Really found cider? You thought of Omlet's own tasting and gave the army a practical answer.

However, having learned the lesson from last time, even though more oak barrels were looted this time, it is fine for the whole army to drink and celebrate after the war.

Because of the information they got from the captives, the baron was stationed on the bridge upstream, and they got a very important piece of information—it would take about three days to ride there.

Three days on horseback from Saarburg to Sarabrücken?

The grassland by the river was full of bonfires lit by the army, and the captured cattle and sheep were mass-killed. They don't even want fresh leather, and leave it alone after peeling it off. Such a wasteful behavior was unimaginable in the past.

The villagers escaped cleanly, and there are only a few villagers who have been found out, and all of them have been greatly traumatized.

Three villages were ransacked, and the army found some food and a lot of private wine in pottery urns.

On one side is cooking the harvested wheat, this time be sure to add some cider lees to taste. On the one side, the beef and sheep were grilled wantonly, and they were bitten by blood pots when they were half-cooked.

Paddle against the current and fight. Such a high-intensity action is a huge test for everyone's physical fitness. For this reason, most soldiers eat a lot.

The leg of lamb was roasted so oily that one side was burnt.

Holding such a large piece of meat, Omlet's mood was so complicated. Tonight, he was sitting next to Heihu and Wadi, listening to their chatter, and he also had to continue to provide some suggestions.

The firewood was crackling, and it was either freshly cut wood or flammable materials taken directly from demolished houses.

Chewing the meat, the black fox spoke with a little bitterness: "We won just after landing, what do you think? It doesn't take two days at all."

This is exactly what Omlet hesitated and feared. "Yes, you are too fast."

"Sarabrücken should be taken so quickly now. Now that we've got cider, it's unbelievable, and our ship seems to be too full. I regret that I would have taken all the remaining longships. Bring it on."

"You are too greedy." Wadi also has regrets, but there are only so many ships now.

"Forget it. It's too early for you to execute the prisoners." The black fox gave Wadi a helpless look: "I still want to know more information."

"In my opinion, the current information is enough. It takes three days to ride a horse along the riverside road. Thrall is really big."

"It's really big. The cavalry can arrive at Sarabrücken in three days, how about your ships?" Olmster, who was talking, simply helped the black fox answer: "I think we will start tomorrow morning and arrive at noon the day after tomorrow. "

"That's the best way. It's like the villagers here have escaped cleanly. It's a waste of my time to entangle with them. Alas, I still regret that I have so few boats."

"Maybe you can find some small boats in Sarabrücken, but those boats are not as useful as... these big northern boats." Omlet subconsciously looked at the long boats on the beach. Under the moonlight and the bonfire, they How out of tune with the silent village, it is clearly a ghost from another world.

Indeed, the ferocious head decoration of the drike on the bow looks like the legendary **** devil, especially at night, Oulu Laite is inexplicably afraid when he sees it.

Of course, this fear doesn't just come from a terrifying wood wither, he is in a powerful and ruthless looting army. All the Norman legends are no longer legends. At this moment, I am already a Norman.

They sail fast, strike fast, shoot fiercely, and use ruthless methods! He also knew that what would be bestowed on Saarburg and the nearby villages when the army left tomorrow would be a monstrous fire.

There were no young women among the captives captured yesterday. Heihu and Wadi tacitly allowed their subordinates to "do things", so these poor villagers who had no use value were decapitated one after another.

Then there was a large-scale arson. The houses with thick haystack roofs first exposed thick white smoke, and gradually red flames appeared, and finally the fire became a contiguous area and the entire area was engulfed in flames...

The fleet continued to go retrograde on the Saar River. Behind the soldiers was the burning earth, and it seemed that the earth had torn cracks, and the thick smoke shot up like a volcanic eruption.

The captured ironware, various wine barrels, and piles of grain have filled three longships. The three ships were fully towed, and one man from each ship was left to guard the spoils.

The situation is not what the black fox complained, the entire fleet obviously still has a lot of cargo space and remaining tonnage.

It's because he was delighted to find that this place is indeed the essence of the Franks. Since the fleet started to plunder from the dawn valley visited by the Moselle River for the second time, everyone rowed and robbed all the way. Even if there is fat in every day, if it does not really cause a mistake in drinking, he must drink happily every day.

There are three boats for the booty, and another boat for the young female captives who are bound hands and feet. Now there is only one empty long boat left. If this boat is filled again, the reserved space of the remaining boats will start to increase in size. loading.

All believed that there would be more loot to be had by continuing the voyage, especially the biggest loot at the final destination, Sarabrücken.

Will the ship still be able to carry on? Who knows. Just like everyone does not know whether a **** battle will break out with the local garrison. The soldiers believe that they will win, and then they have to estimate whether the remaining space will be loaded with captured iron armor stomachs or continue to be loaded with captured fine wine.

They didn't have to think too long, because a raid came unexpectedly, and this was a battle that the Black Fox's fleet had to fight.

A stone monastery suddenly appeared, and with it a small town. All the sharp-eyed warriors noticed that there were riders on the shore, and those riders also stopped to wait and see before galloping.

Seeing this scene, all the soldiers tensed up. The series of relaxed and even boring victories some time ago once paralyzed everyone's spirits. Now they saw the very serious Frankish armed men on horseback, and their relaxed spirits suddenly refreshed.

"What's that?!" The black fox pointed at the target monastery and asked Ohmlet loudly: "Why didn't I see the bridge?! Is it Sarabrücken?!"

"No!" Olmsted said bluntly with a serious face.

"What is it? You must not lead the wrong way."

"How can you doubt me? Paul! That's Falklingas Town, and that's St. Martin's Monastery! That's the largest monastery in Barony Saar. Don't you want to rob gold and silver? Go for it!"

With that said, why does the black fox sound a little venting? Olmsted's tone was suddenly very angry. Considering his identity, the black fox estimated that this person must be disgusted with looting the monastery.

But the brothers who were born in the north have no sense of guilt, what is it with a cross hanging on their chest? Just like the altar, if the enemy's altar is robbed casually, Odin will not blame him, as long as he treats his own altar well. This set of traditional concepts has been completely transplanted to the attitude towards the monastery church. The monastery in Nassau is the "sacred altar" for everyone. As for the so-called St. Martin's monastery, it is a big fat sheep waiting to be slaughtered.

No, the flagship blows the horn, and the rhythmic sound of the horn means attack.

This battle was not planned, and the army moved early in the morning and was still thinking about paddling to Sarabrücken to plunder at noon. Suddenly, a town named Falklingas popped up in front of it.

what to do?

The choice of Heihu and everyone is to grab gold.

Those cavalrymen who showed up fled away, leaving only shallow horseshoe marks on the hard road.

There has always been a Roman road in the riverside area of ​​the Saar River. After years of vicissitudes, there are still few weeds sprouting on the rammed road.

The town of Falklingas takes the monastery as the center of the town, and the locals run slowly and are slaughtered by the army of black foxes. The soldiers who planned to fight the local defenders were disappointed again. They showed their anger on the looting of the monastery. This time, everyone was no longer disappointed. Some silver coins in the suitcase were dug out, and the gold and silver sacred objects were too late to be transported. was seized.

The priests were all killed in the monastery, especially the priest. The soldier who saw him stabbing himself with a sword was actually wearing a cross pendant, and lost consciousness and life in an inconceivable way...

Almost instantly, the entire town was occupied by the Ross army, and the flag with blue stripes on a white background was flying here.

The black fox still had no sense of guilt, but out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that Omlet, who was leading the way, was silently crossing his head and chest.

With a big belly, he walked over laughing and slapping the old guy on the shoulder: "Don't be sentimental. Just do it. If God thinks we are barbaric, let's send down thunder and lightning."

"I dare not say that." Olmsted raised his head abruptly, and subconsciously covered the fat baron's mouth: "Paul, I'm afraid that my words will become a prophecy."

"Forget it." The black fox who wiped his mouth continued to point to the upper reaches of the river: "You actually know this place? Then, isn't Sarabrücken very close?"

"Of course, if I don't know anything, how can the king entrust me to you?"

"Oh! You did have merit today."

"But those escapees on horseback will report to Baron Thrall~www.readwn.com~ Ohmlet shook his head regretfully: "You don't have to worry about them attacking at night. But... your actions have been exposed, and he will gather an army to fight you. "

"Fight?!" Heihu raised his trouser belt with a smile, and subconsciously covered the hilt of his sword: "I want to kill an enemy to prove that I am a real fighter. Haha, a chance to fight is what we wish for."

Olmsted really didn't want to blame these northerners for being arrogant. Anyway, everyone drank and ate meat together these days, especially when he called the fat man because of Paul. This is also willing to do a good job.

but…

"Be careful. You must prepare for the battle tonight. If there is a decisive battle! It will be tomorrow!" This is Olmstedt's most prudent advice.

The black fox withdrew his relaxed smile. From the serious face of the guide, he lifted his spirits: "Very good. Tomorrow is the decisive battle, and this city will still be burned when we leave tomorrow. St. Martin's Abbey Right? It must be burned."