Rise of Rurik

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The Smolensk army rushed towards the Vitebsk fortress with loud shouts. They were like a rainbow, and dressed in thick fur clothes, they looked like an innumerable group of bears.

The spears were facing the fort, and the hunters with bows followed closely behind the spearmen.

They didn't rush at random, they aimed their attacks at the suspension bridge at the east gate of the outer city, even though the suspension bridge had already been pulled up.

Only veterans could face such an impact without fear. Many defenders were trembling. They tied their round shields with their left arms and held swords and axes in their right hands. They stood behind the wooden door in large numbers and looked around in anxiety.

Only the 30 or so bravest people stood on the simple scaffolding, and they were the only ones holding crossbows and recurve bows.

The old man Jellinger did not succumb to his own aging. Although his blond hair has turned gray, today he is wearing chain mail, wearing a butterfly eye patch helmet, and standing on a high place with his own crossbow, half covering his body Observe the enemy's movements.

Only two gates were built in Vitebsk, namely the east gate and the north gate.

This kind of gate was originally built to meet the needs of defense, but no one thought that it would come in handy now that everyone was struggling to **** the ground two months ago, dig ditches and cover walls.

Everyone wants a fight to break out, at least not right now.

There is no turning back for both sides, and the battle is about to begin.

"Hold on, bring them closer and shoot again." The old man shouted in a forceful voice, and the soldiers tacitly agreed to completely conceal their existence.

It seems that there are only a few reflective heads dangling on the city wall.

The attacking Smolensk army had no time to take care of it, and didn't even notice that the soldiers had been following the crowd, a few meters away from the ditch that hit the moat.

Almost only one step away.

"It's now!"

Jellinger, who had been hiding for a long time, was suddenly possessed by the **** of war. He stood up openly, stared at a random target with a crossbow in his hand, and lightly pulled the trigger.

The bow arm is a compound bow imported from the grassland. It fires powerful armor-piercing arrows, which easily cut through the leather armor of those elite soldiers.

In one round of shooting, more than a dozen people fell down.

Although some people saw their companions fall suddenly and saw the arrows flying, but they had already touched the water-filled ditch, and they had no time to exclaim or think. They were completely infected by anger and excitement, but they stopped in the ditch due to reality. at a loss.

They shouted and cursed at the side of the ditch, and those soldiers who were accidentally squeezed into the water by their companions took the spears handed by their companions in surprise and were dragged back to the shore wetly.

At this moment, Yellinger, who was shooting a round, quickly sat down with his back against the wooden wall, stepped on the bow arm with both feet, stretched hard to complete the winding, and quickly loaded the second arrow.

The ditch outside the city wall was already crowded with people, and the soldiers of Smolensk were all pressed here, and they were at a loss when facing the ditch.

Suddenly someone leaned out from the city wall, only to shrink back the moment he appeared, and the arrows that flew in caused new casualties.

Jellinger smiled slightly on his old face. He sat back and winked at his companions next to him: "They are a bunch of idiots, maybe they can't swim. Let's shoot freely and consume them slowly..."

"Boss, they really won't fight back?" A soldier asked back.

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"As long as they fight back, we'll just shoot."

The fort's arrow reserves are relatively sufficient, and there are even weapons such as torsion slingshots.

Strong weapon.

Jellinger reappeared, and he didn't even have to aim carefully, shooting at the crowd with a crossbow was almost guaranteed to kill.

So from the attacker's point of view, it should have been the weakest city gate, and the hateful Ross suddenly drilled out of the ground like a groundhog and then retracted, using strange tools to shoot arrows, and what was even more terrifying was The leather armor that everyone had painstakingly prepared was useless.

The attackers began to take the initiative to retreat, and the strong momentum was quickly dissipated by the trenches and the elusive arrows.

The flag of the Ross people is still flying, and its existence is full of sarcasm, as if telling invisible: "We are here, and we have the ability to capture this city."

Vadim, who was riding a horse, never expected that the battle would be like this, and his elite fighters were losing.

No! They have already begun to retreat.

The soldier raised the shield above his head, clenched the spear with the other hand, and retreated slowly while clenching his teeth.

The elite fighters were retreating, and the tribal fighters from the villages had to retreat even more.

Unbelievably, the Smolensk Army was on the verge of retreat.

"Boss, are the enemies trying to escape? They are all retreating."

Some soldiers turned their heads and grimaced when they heard about Yellinger.

The old man poked his head out and took a look: "Boy, what are you going to do?"

"Hey. Maybe we can send out some people to take advantage of the victory and chase after it. It's not our style to stay here all the time. Odin! Blood sacrifice is needed!"

"No." Jellinger rebuffed flatly: "The Duke's order is that we guard Vitebsk."

"However, the Duke didn't make us suffocate and keep defending blindly. The enemy is a bunch of idiots, why can't we pursue them? They just

Going out of range. "

Indeed, even if Yellinger's youth has made him conservative enough to be ridiculed as "somewhat cowardly" by the backup after being a warrior all his life, his own soul cannot bear such doubts.

The enemy is indeed retreating collectively, maybe today's battle is a farce.

He thought that the enemy might have a conspiracy, so-called luring everyone out of the city to fight, and annihilating everyone by virtue of the superiority in numbers.

"Boss! Let's just charge once." The young man yelled again, his expression seemed anxious.

"Are you teaching me how to do things?"

"I dare not. But I don't want to be a coward and stand here and keep shooting squirrels."

"But what are you rushing out for? We only have two hundred brothers, and we expect two hundred of us to kill them all?!"

"At least, take a few prisoners. At least we need to know their identities." The young man who spoke didn't talk nonsense with the old man. He grabbed the crossbow and pointed at the soldiers on high alert in the city gate: "Brothers, the enemy They were actually repulsed by us. I want to go out and watch some fools kill Odin the Blood Sacrifice, do you dare to rush with me?"

The enemy is actually fleeing? People standing inside the city walls have no idea what's going on outside.

The young man's name is Carl Eriksson. Like many ordinary Nordic people, his name is too common. Unless you can do something and get a domineering nickname among your relatives and friends.

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In 829, Karl was just a little boy fleeing for refuge. He was once adopted by the people of Yermalen. When the Duchy of Ostara returned to nature, he brought his adoptive parents and family back to Ostara relying on this relationship, and followed Ross. lead a more stable life

Now, he is the father of two children.

A person like him is really an extremely rare primitive tribe in the Principality of Australasia. His wife and children stay behind safely, so he just wants to stay at the forefront of the Principality to make contributions.

Some people naturally want to be adventurers and berserkers who have killed countless enemies.

Carl Eriksson of Ostara is such a man.

Some were persuaded to see the young man leaping off the scaffolding, throwing his crossbow to a friend and drawing his sword.

He stood in the crowd with a frivolous attitude: "Don't listen to the old man's nonsense. Now is the time for meritorious service, and the blood sacrifice Odin is today. Come a dozen brothers, let's go out and take at least a few prisoners, at least know whether it is The Smolensk are beating us."

The former statement is a bit false, but the latter is actually pragmatic.

Seeing that kid Karl has a tendency to continue inciting adventures, it would be too bad if everyone was persuaded to abandon the city and take the initiative to attack.

"Shut up!" The old man Yellinger also jumped down, calming everyone down with one sentence.

After hesitating for a while, the young Karl asked in disdain: "Uncle, you are already too old, the opportunity is right in front of you, young people should make meritorious service."

"Make meritorious service! Go and make meritorious deeds!" The old man punched Karl abruptly, causing the latter to take a step back and show anger.

"Boy, are you angry?! Then turn your anger on the enemy. Come on!" Yellinger roared: "Get out the wine. I'm not a priest, so I can't make you magic soup. You must be berserkers I can't stop you lunatics, so let's vent your anger on the enemy after drinking."

Now Carl didn't talk nonsense anymore, he slapped his chest with a smile, and said

Swear to look good to the enemy.

Instead of spirits, there was another batch of ale and honey. The two mixed liquors were poured into wooden bowls, and thirty soldiers gathered together to drink the fine wine.

Regardless of their origins, they had strong Nordic ancestry, spoke Norse with each other, and dressed exactly like Varyag warriors in the eyes of the Smolensk people.

They thought of a more pragmatic approach.

The so-called soldiers continued to stand on the scaffold with their crossbows in hand. The brothers who walked out deliberately provoked through the lowered drawbridge. When the enemy was attracted to the range of the arrows, everyone quickly retreated along the drawbridge. Hastily retracted the suspension bridge slightly to ensure that the enemy could not cross the bridge smoothly, and it was also convenient for the brothers to cross the bridge again to continue provocation after the enemy was shot back again.

Provoking and provoking, shooting arrows to fight back, going back and forth as complicated as possible to kill and injure the enemy as much as possible.

Drag the wounded enemy back for interrogation, and then recover the arrows to achieve the sustainability of the attack.

When the old man Jellinger thought of such a tactic, he felt that it was not brave enough. It is still a way of defensive combat—elastic defense.

The closed wooden door opened a gap, and thirty drunken armored berserkers came out in a single file.

Behind him was a group of defenders who were in charge of retracting and retracting the suspension bridge, and two torsion slingshots placed on trolleys were also pushed to the head of the bridge.

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Soldiers with crossbows at the scaffolding on the city walls stood ready, even though the bow bearers had changed.

As if, the suspension bridge directly in front of the east gate formed a solid bridgehead.

Those Smolensk fighters didn't flee, they just wanted to avoid the **** Russian arrow attack.

They never thought that combat would look like this, for a while

Be stupefied.

However, if he was so frightened that he collapsed, he deserved to be wiped out.

"Do not retreat. Anyone who dares to escape will be executed!" Vaj, who was riding a horse, held up his iron sword and swaggered. In his view, his shouting had an effect, and the army's rout was completely contained.

The army regrouped again. When everyone calmed down, they realized that their losses were very small.

Vadim personally led the cavalry to reorganize the team in front of the formation, check the loss of the team, and intended to bring back the morale with his brave and leading posture.

It will take some time. The condition of the elite fighters is still good. Those tribal fighters first attacked and charged on the battlefield and then retreated again and again. They used up a lot of energy and urgently needed to rest. Being able to continue to stand in the open and follow orders has already given Vadim full face. .

It was at this can that not only the city gate opened in the distance, but also the suspension bridge was lowered quietly, and a group of Varyag warriors carrying round shields suddenly appeared.

"Boss! The enemy is attacking on its own initiative!" A cavalryman shouted holding up his battle axe.

Vadim turned his horse's head, and seeing the sudden place, he couldn't help his veins exploded: "They?! Are they looking for their own death?!"

"Boss! This is a rare opportunity. Let's ride over and kill them all?!"

"Okay! Let's go!"

Vadim didn't think much, and immediately led the attack with only a hundred cavalry.

cavalry? At best, "people who can ride horses". Some cavalry don't even have stirrups, they just rely on their legs to clamp the horse's belly.

At the same time, Karl's troops who rushed out of the fortress, together with his brothers, immediately began to check the guys who had been shot.

Those who were not taken away by their companions were still clutching their wounds, moaning and wailing, with arrows piercing their bodies,

It takes a lot of effort to pull it out from the armor, which is not something a wounded soldier can do.

The terrified wounded thought that the Varyag warriors who appeared suddenly would kill them with a knife in their hands, but they didn't. Instead, they dragged themselves towards the fort with a rope. But this, as if being dragged to the cave by a bear, becomes a piece of fat that can be enjoyed by wild beasts at any time.

"Hurry up and capture the prisoners. Damn..." Karl noticed that the enemies were not very far away. They did not leave, but kept a safe distance. "Let's gather the arrows. Hey! You guys! Pull up your pants and humiliate them."

More than a dozen soldiers responded to Karl's strange request with a smile.

How to provoke? Everyone has their own tricks.

That is the usual provocative method in Northern Europe, that is, to lift up a warrior's hip ratio, use an indecent gesture to make the other party ashamed, and then arouse anger from the shame.

This scene happened to be seen by the Smolensk cavalry preparing to attack.

Vadim was worried about a way to arouse everyone's full fighting spirit, but he didn't expect to do it himself, and the enemy's collective indecent attitude made everyone feel the same hatred.

"They're a herd of moored boars! Brothers, kill them and skin them. Vengeance!"

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After all, it was a cavalry offensive!

No one knows what cavalry means better than the people of Ostara and Rus.

The soldier who was still blindly making an indecent gesture turned his head, and his face paled in shock when he saw a cavalry attacking.

Karl is eager to make meritorious service, eager to become a hero in the rising Principality of Austala. In fact, based on his status, after staying in Vitebsk for a few more years, when Jellinger is too old to retire, it will be clear who has the right to be the lord of the city.

That's why Carl Eriksson was frivolous and reckless and Yellinger couldn't hit him hard. After all, there are too few men from old Ostara.

Karl's recklessness is not really stupid, he is now appearing in the form of a berserker, or in another case, he is the commander of the Ostara cavalry.

Just because he knows how to ride horses and cavalry, he takes it for granted that the strength of the Austral cavalry is used to estimate the enemy.

"Oops! The cavalry is coming, don't draw the arrows, let's retreat!"

In fact, without asking him too much nonsense, everyone knows what cavalry means. Do you really think that sword and shield hands can resist cavalry? What's more, I have too few people.

With the recovered arrows, the soldiers retreated to the suspension bridge in a 100-meter sprint.

Carl didn't care too much, painted the scabbard with sword tea, and pulled the winch with the stranded brothers after all the soldiers retreated.

Vadim, who led the cavalry charge, was still a step late. He was unwilling to try to break through the drawbridge, but the entire cavalry unit was completely within the shooting range of the crossbow.

Even, they were targeted by the torsion slingshot.

Very sadly, the gates of Ross's bandit fortress are open, and their blue and white banners are still flying on the walls, continuing their damned provocation.

The crossbow began to shoot, which was done deliberately by the defenders who knew how to shoot people first, and there were also javelins fired from torsion slingshots.

Some horses were shot directly through their thick bodies? !

Vadim stared blankly, the soldier was thrown off and gnawed on the mud on the spot.

Even if he had to hold up his shield to resist the arrows, Vadim was unwilling to retreat for a while, holding his sword high and yelling constantly.

"What is that guy talking about? I can't hear you clearly?" Yellinger, who was standing on a high place, was well versed in hearing the news.

Slavic guy.

"Boss. That horseman may be an officer, he's talking...seems like revenge?!"

"Revenge? It should be the chief over there in Smolensk. Now that he's been scolded, we have to find a way to kill him."

At this moment, Vadim's mind was completely occupied by anger, and at the moment of his negligence, his horse had been targeted by the torsion slingshot.

He is the one who yells and scolds the most, and being the target of public criticism is really asking for trouble.

A javelin pierced his steed with precision, and Vadim himself was thrown from the wounded horse. He was sober after being gnawed on his mouth, and just as he picked up the sword, an arrow passed by him.

Regardless of the staggering situation, he hurriedly called his subordinates to retreat, and he himself escaped successfully on foot under the cover of cavalry.

It was really an anticlimactic battle~www.readwn.com~Even though Karl performed his tactics and started to provoke again, he found that his actions could no longer lure the enemy to attack.

Vadim returned to the army, still in shock, he didn't want to attack again for the time being.

Don't attack blindly anymore! Now that the weather is getting clearer, the army's first consideration is how to spend the night. And the fortress of the Ross bandits is there, and the army can gather here to launch an attack at any time, without worrying about the gains and losses overnight.

And seeing that his continuous provocations had no effect, Carl lost the fun.

But the enemy's defeat ended here, so what if it wasn't the enemy sending fresh meat?

Karl led his men to kill all the wounded horses, and took the opportunity to see that the enemy's horses were really clumsy, and such horses were only good for pulling in Ostara. The brothers chopped off the horse's limbs with axes, and happily returned to the city with the blood dripping on their shoulders.

The drawbridge is up again

, the battle continued...