Rise of Rurik

Rurik and Arik brothers divided the army into two, and Rurik, who commanded the main force, was already lining up.

The Ross army on the wasteland quickly formed a wide formation of about 200 meters with a slightly concave arc.

All the bowmen, they stand in the first row of the array.

The rest, like the Rus and Novgorods, armed with their own weapons, lined up in a relatively thin formation with only three rows.

Only Rurik himself, guarded by a small group of elite cronies mercenaries, sat in the position with the highest density of warriors.

As far as the specific arrangement of the formation is concerned, the Rus fighters are mainly arranged on the two wings of the formation, and the Novgorods with spears are in the middle.

The central army stands with a large number of spears with blue and white tassel. Can it bring spiritual shock to the enemy in terms of momentum?

However, the power of this formation is mainly concentrated on the flanks.

The Rus warriors, their axes and swords rubbing against their shields, stared rebelliously at the woods not far away.

Most of Novgorod's warriors are farmers of White Tree Manor, and the flag captain Medvet is also the successor of the manor owner.

The Slavic peasant soldiers had their first battle against another group of Varyags. Do the brothers have enough courage to fight side by side with the Rosvaryags?

Medvitt noticed his men, many young warriors were shaking with legs, and there was even strange water flowing from their crotch.

He grabbed a very young warrior and encouraged: "Don't be afraid, child, you will be as brave as the Rus. Think about what the Rus will reward you for defeating the enemy."

The soldier stared straight ahead and bravely grabbed the three-meter-long spear.

Their spears are all blackened chrome iron, which is extremely hard and will never roll a blade when stabbed and slashed!

The swords and axes of the Ross warriors are all made of carbon steel, and after quenching, it is impossible to bend the rolling blade. For them, there is no need for any lectures. These most elite Ross warriors are heroes in the melee. Everyone knows their mission, and then it is only necessary for Lord Rurik to issue a combat order.

But the Slavs are different, Medved, the doomed brother-in-law of Rurik, who now wears a Ruth tin helmet that covers half of his face, and is dressed in the appearance of a Ruth warrior, holding a steel sword in his hand. Before the battle, he lectured in Cyrillic.

After all, they were all uplifting words, and Rurik didn't seem to interrupt at all. He stood at the core of the array, riding on the shoulders of a sturdy mercenary warrior, watching the movement of the woods.

The mercenary was a little impatient: "Sir, we have been standing for a long time. Brothers are eager to kill the enemy, do you want to continue to wait and see?"

"you are tired?"

"No, my lord. I just want to chop off the heads of my enemies."

Rurik didn't feel the flattery, and he finally made up his mind when he noticed that Arik and the detouring force of three hundred men had completely disappeared.

"Now, put me down!"

The time is ripe!

Rurik suddenly rushed to the front, and he drew out his sword and roared at his own subordinates: "Shout out to me! Hit me with a shield! Shout out to me!"

He shouted the same order in Norse, Cyrillic, and Old Finnish, and everyone who got the order roared in challenge.

More than 700 men shouted at the top of their throats, and the crisp sound from knocking on the shield intensified the sound.

Many voices mixed together, it completely suppressed the wind, and by the time it reached the woods, it had become a terrifying rumble.

What's rumbling? !

The Gotland army in Siegfast just wanted to rest. They had just woken up on a large scale and quickly resumed the burning of the dying bonfire. They threw a lot of felled pine branches into the fire, and there was a lot of smoke and dust for a while.

They were busy roasting the cold jerky, or nibbling on the wheat cakes made from the surplus grain.

They never noticed the appearance of the army, and when the rumble came, everything was clear.

Some Gotland warriors determined the direction of the terrifying sound, and they ran frantically to the edge of the forest, and were shocked to see that the army had been lined up. Look at this array, what a huge army!

They hurriedly ran back to the camp in the forest, and crawled to the commander Siegfast.

"Leader! It's the Rus! The main force of the Rus is here, and they are roaring."

"It really is them?! It turned out that they were screaming, which made me a little gaffe."

Siegfast was indeed overwhelmed by the roar at first. His subordinates reported that it was a Russ attack, and his attitude changed in a second.

He tidied up his clothes and put on his helmet urgently.

He called out his hero Grund and all the Danish mercenaries, and the most elite mercenary soldiers assembled one after another.

"Grunde, we are indeed lucky. I successfully encountered the main force of the Ross army. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. I will lead you to defeat them! I will become a hero of Visby!"

Grund put on a shocked face! His shock was two-fold. First, the old Danish mercenary had just seen the huge army formation of the Rus with his own eyes, and instinctively decided that this was a strong enemy. Second, he was also shocked by Siegfast's blind credit.

"My lord, don't you think we can really beat them easily?"

"Isn't it? We beat them once, and now we can win the second time." Siegfast continued to laugh, his confidence driving Grund crazy.

"You...you should go and see for yourself! If you go into the army stupidly, everyone will die!"

"What did you say?!" Siegfast suddenly burst into anger: "Do you want us to be defeated?"

"No, I want you to see the reality. I really don't know who gave you the surge, was it Odin?"

"It's Frey!" Siegfast pushed Grund away and called out the other warriors: "The warriors of Gotland, the main force of the Rus has appeared! Now follow me to kill them, for death Those who have done so will take revenge!"

People with strong hatred have unparalleled brute force! Of course, it's just brute force.

The Russ Army is ravaging the pastures in the middle of the island, and the herdsmen can't graze, so the wool and leather industries that maintain Gotland's economy will wither, and everyone will have a hard time.

The appearance of the Ross army itself is to cut off the survival of all the islanders! Not to mention that many of the fighters did have relatives who died in the Rus' blows over the years.

Grund looked at the back of the group of islanders who were not afraid of death and sneered casually, "The courage Frey gave you? The courage for your lower body!"

His fellow Danish mercenaries sneered.

"Hey, what are you idiots laughing at?!"

"Big brother, our financial master did find a bunch of women and gave birth to a bunch of illegitimate children. He is indeed loved by Frey, hahaha!"

Grund smiled reluctantly, then drew his sword and put on a blank face: "Frey, the protector of fertility, also blesses the merchants, but warriors, Odin must be revered. Come on, brothers, we fight under the sun, This battlefield may be our home. It would be great if there were ravens."

The Danish mercenaries got together and quickly unified their attitude. In this battle, they decided to fight wisely, all under the command of the boss Grund.

If the Gotland army can fight a tailwind, the brothers will follow desperately. If they were defeated, the brothers quickly retreated. If there is no way to withdraw, then fight to the last person.

A large number of Gotland warriors came out of the forest with their weapons and equipment.

Almost all of them were wearing armor, the wooden shields they were holding were colorfully painted, and the guys in their hands were also varied.

Siegfast almost lost all of his self-confidence in an instant when he officially saw the Russ army lined up.

"Damn, why are there so many roaring Russ? Although there are not three thousand people, this is still too much!" He gritted his teeth, and it was difficult to give battle orders before the Danish mercenaries entered the queue.

Now that the two armies could finally look at each other, Rurik stood alone at the front of the Ross army formation. "This is your main force? A group of rabble."

Indeed, the Ross Army looked at it, and it was a sea of ​​blue and white tones.

In this battle, the elites of the Ross army were dispatched, and the soldiers were almost all in uniform.

The Rus army essentially had a standard military uniform, with a strong visual impact, and every Gotland soldier began to doubt himself.

The Gotland warriors paid attention to the attitude of their leader, Siegfast. Many people had the idea of ​​retreating, and they all saw the leader holding his sword high.

"Shield Wall! Now!"

No way, he is a prince, and he is the king himself when he wins the battle. He intends to fight, and the brothers can only use the existing troops and Ross's main force to fight a "decisive battle" with unequal troops.

Yes, Siegfast and his subordinates have naturally used the Russ army in a wide formation as the main force. All the Russ who landed on the island are here, and they can defeat them and the whole island is safe.

The warriors gathered, shields stacked on top of each other.

The most elite Danish mercenaries stood in the first row. They were all wearing chain mail, and a black raven was painted on their shields. Compared with others, the Danish mercenaries became unified because of the shield pattern. .

There were barely 400 people in the Gotland army. About 100 of them stood in a row, forming a dense formation in four rows, rhythmically shouting horns, and slowly advancing towards the Rus army.

But Rurik was still standing in front of him, with the grass covering most of his body.

He stared at the approaching enemy, stretched out his right arm and asked the bowman not to shoot rashly.

"All calm! Fraser, Kaijas, Mechasta, stay alert! Watch my gestures!"

Rurik was waiting for the best moment, and in order to highlight the power of the shooter, he decided to bring the enemy as close as possible.

However, there was a sudden swish from the sky!

It's three crossbow arrows, they are actually...

Rurik was taken aback. He raised his head and saw three arrows whizzing past his head. He suddenly crouched in the grass and witnessed the arrows flying over the Ross Army formation and landing on the grass behind.

"Damn it! Arik, our crossbow was captured by them!" Rurik returned to his anger, and an important tactical weapon was seized. The enemy must pay the price, but the tactics should not be messed up.

Obviously the enemy does not understand the correct use of equipment and weapons! They were actually throwing at the wrong time.

Rurik still did not move, forcing the Cowen man Metasta to be anxious.

There was an old Finnish roar: "My lord, there are only a hundred paces left! The longbow..."

"Shut up! Keep waiting!" Rurik bared his teeth angrily.

The Ross Army was still standing still, and as the enemy approached, Rurik had already withdrawn into the array.

Looking at the advancing Gotland army, the short archers began to throw arrows.

Their arrows were so weak that the Rus army raised their wooden shields one after another, including the Novgorod warriors with spears. They raised their left arms. The oak shields that were captured from the White Sand Harbor Army were now sent to large use.

Gotland just threw a round of arrows, which did not cause any substantial damage to the Rus army except for causing two hapless people to scratch their bodies.

Siegfast and Grund didn't know what the Russ wanted to do. Do they just stand in line like a forest, waiting for a short battle?

The Gotland army was ready to fight against the enemy. The soldiers were lined up in denser formations, even shoulder to shoulder. Their hands almost crushed the wooden handle of the axe, and the right hand holding the sword was shaking with tension.

The well-trained Rus warriors are still standing still, and Rurik himself is already sweating, and he is also making a gamble!

Because, only he himself knows how terrifying the close-range salvo of the steel-armed crossbow is.

Crossbowmen with steel and wooden arms, they were kneeling on one knee and kept aiming, their fingers touching the trigger all the time.

Kewen longbowman and shortwood archer, they were standing with as many as ten arrows on the ground in front of them.

At first, Siegfast had no idea that the Russ had organized a large group of archers, and there were only about fifty meters left in the two teams. He could clearly see the "beasts" covered by withered grass.

Rurik was young, and his nervous eyes were bloodshot.

His eyeballs were about to burst, and when he saw the fighter plane he had held back for a long time, he suddenly roared, "Hjutar!"

Crazy archers shoot at the same time!

More than 200 arrows instantly focused fire on the Gotland army.

Those Danish mercenaries who stood at the forefront, their heavy oak shields were torn apart by crossbow bolts! That is a pointed crossbow arrow that has been transformed into an armor-piercing design!

The arrow clusters made of carbon steel quenched, penetrated the shield, and easily pierced their chain armor and leather armor, directly piercing deep into the flesh.

This damage is not much different from the spearhead, and the Gotland soldiers in the first row are not an arrow in their bodies!

Less than 50 meters away, the steel-armed crossbow shot the dense formation of the opponent, and Rurik succeeded in maximizing the output.

This is a battle of willpower and organization. Obviously, the Rus won from the beginning!

The Danish mercenary was half dead in an instant, and its leader, Grund, didn't even realize what happened. His helmet was directly blown away by the arrow, causing a large red and swollen bag to quickly develop on the side of his head.

As many as seventy soldiers were shot by arrows on the spot, and only a few of them stood stubbornly with their teeth clenched.

Gotland's advance has been suspended, the first platoon of their four platoons has collapsed, hasn't it? !

Rurik was overjoyed, but he did not get carried away.

When he saw the opponent's moment of confusion, he urgently ordered: "The archer draws the sword! The swordsman! The spearman! The impact!"

There is absolutely no point in the second round of salvos.

The Kewen archers began to perform their short-range rapid-fire technique, which is to carry multiple arrows in the right hand and place the arrows on the outside of the bow. For a young and powerful leader like Mechasta, his rapid-fire skills are not covered.

The once precious iron cluster arrows now have a crazier version, and the Kewen soldiers can splurge as much as they want, so when the melee troops were fighting the enemy, only the Kewen soldiers directly and quickly fired more than 400 arrows.

More than 80 Gotland soldiers were injured or killed in varying degrees, and their shields were also filled with arrow clusters, preventing the Gotland army from reacting quickly.

Siegfast had lost all courage, and all his men remembered the horror of being worthy of Ross' arrows at sea.

The Gotland Army was already shaken. When they saw their commander-in-chief, an arrow had been drilled through the cracks in the iron cabinet of Prince Siegfast's crazy tin cabinet. Many people felt that the commander's head had been pierced.

Siegfast didn't even bother to pull out this ridiculous cluster of arrows, he really had no chance.

The battle between the two armies began. This should have been his most confident moment, but when it really started, the situation was completely unexpected.

The Rus army fought according to plan.

Three hundred Slavic spears, all pointing forward in unison, had undergone the rigorous training of "beheading without obeying orders" on Tombstone Island, and now they are well-trained in the fierce battle. Those young Slavic warriors who were once afraid of actual combat, they found that the battle was so smooth, and they instantly gained a strong self-confidence.

Rurik was also worried that this group of Slavs would have a tendency to run away, and wanted to let the elite mercenaries be pressed at a critical moment. Obviously, he was overthinking it, or he thought too highly of the Gotlanders.

Rurik's current tactics are essentially a rehearsal for the decisive battle in the future. Based on this battle, he has also made changes on a whim.

He is particularly aware of a regional decisive battle between the British and French armies in North America during the Seven Years' War. The British army lined up and endured the French army's Xu Jin's shooting. The bayonet moved forward, and the British opened fire suddenly.

At such a close distance, it doesn't matter that the so-called smoothbore gun has poor accuracy. In just one salvo of the British army, 800 French troops were killed, and the remaining French troops collapsed and were defeated.

Rurik tried his best to let the crossbowman show his power at extreme close range, and he could say that his imitation has achieved good results.

Let's take a look at the current situation! A scaled-down pincer attack was a success, and the deliberately concave formation was getting more and more concave, and now the Ross melee infantry on both flanks were close to the opponent's flanks.

The Gotlanders had to huddle and retreat slowly.

Finally, the spear wall of the Slavic flag team came over!

The Slavs roared in a language that Siegfast could not understand, and poked wildly with their black spearheads, causing the Gotland warriors' shields to struggle. They can resist the stab of a few spears, but their opponents are 400 spears!

On the two wings of the Gotland Army, the elite sword and shield players of the Rosben clan were slashing wildly, forcing them to shrink towards the center. The more this is the case, the more tactical opportunities are given to the Slavic warriors.

The wall of spears kept stabbing the opponent to death, the army continued to advance, and Rurik himself began to step on the horrific corpse of the enemy, and the army advanced.

This is no longer a battle, but a unilateral slaughter by the Ross army with absolute superiority.

"You guys are brave, and you still don't break down? Damn, isn't it possible that Arik can't get a head?"

Rurik had estimated that his own troops would completely wipe out the Gotland army, and their morale finally collapsed.

The Gotlanders actually found out that the Rus people actually wanted to surround everyone, and even if they were surrounded, they would never survive. Siegfast made a difficult and shameful decision: "Brothers, let's withdraw!"

With the order, Grund took the dozen or so Danish mercenaries who were still alive and ran away first. Siegfast simply threw his heavy helmet and shield, carrying his expensive iron sword inlaid with gems, and followed in the footsteps of the Danish mercenaries. As for your fellow Gotland, everyone, run away, how much you can survive depends on your own destiny.

The Gotlanders were left with only a hundred people alive who could escape, and the unfortunate ones were hit by arrows thrown from the Rus' longbow. They subconsciously ran to the woods, hoping that the shelter of the woods would provide an opportunity to escape. However, the three hundred Ross elite soldiers that Aric brought had already taken control of the Gotland army camp. With a savage smile, Arik held a sword in his right hand and organized a shield wall, watching the panic-stricken enemy rush over.

Siegfast, this is dashing towards the crater!