Vadim stood behind the shield wall, and the Smolensk army was watching.

They stood in an arc-shaped human wall in the open area directly east of the Novopolotsk fortress, relying on the shield wall to build a line of defense.

In front of them, the wooden walls of the fortress had been engulfed in thick smoke. Perhaps the burning wooden carts pushing past would not be able to ignite the wooden walls and city gates in a short time. As long as they waited a little longer, ignition would be inevitable.

Inside the fortress, chaotic scenes continued to ferment...

Those defending soldiers who were coughing and dizzy due to inhaling several thick smokes had to bite the bullet and fight back after coughing fiercely on their stomachs.

The thick smoke completely obscured their sight, that is, they could not see the exact position of the enemy, nor could they find a clear point of fire.

At this moment, the initial bewilderment began to reverse, and finally some soldiers from the defenders began to counterattack.

Wisunde, who was blushing and felt his lungs were burning violently, suddenly found himself coughing up blood after coughing violently. He ignored the pain in his chest, and when he recovered, he held the burlap bag that had just been filled with snow, I threw it down with all my strength, so that the sack that should have been recycled was lost.

How can a mere bag of snow put out a burning wooden cart?

The butter intensified the fire, and after a load of fresh pine wood was baked off most of its moisture, the turpentine contained in it began to burn violently.

Although there was a slight northerly wind blowing at this moment, the direction of the wind should have been favorable to the defenders. The so-called wind will blow the flames to the south, but all the burning wooden carts were pushed under the east wall. This rather tricky position caused the north wind and the burning and rising heat to form a vortex.

The heat wave is wrapped in thick smoke, rolling and skyrocketing, and the head of the city is always a dangerous place.

Although the wood used to build the fort is genuine, months have passed, and the wood that was once fresh and moist has been freeze-dried and dehydrated. The building materials of the fortress are local materials, and the main material is pine wood.

The construction mode is based on the old tradition of Ross Fortress architecture. The so-called backbone wooden pillars will dig large pits. They are the base points of the wall, and a large number of small wooden pillars are compactly arranged to form a wooden wall.

The wooden walls are made of real wood, and they are not easy to burn. If they are burned from morning to noon, no one will stop them from igniting.

And once the wooden wall is burned, it is not easy to extinguish it. If the fire continues, the entire Novopolotsk fortress will be turned into scorched earth in the raging fire.

"Quick! Move... move the snow to put out the fire!"

Wisunde commanded hoarsely, and the bewildered defenders gradually changed from defensive operations to trying to put out the fire.

Pottery urns, sacks of sackcloth, cloth, any volume that can hold snow, are being transported to the city wall.

Some people struggled to climb up to the roof and used various tools to get the snow on the roof down. The waiting people shoveled the snow decisively, and then people transported the loose snow containers to the city wall.

One after another half-melted snow was thrown out of the city in disorder, but it was really useless to the burning fire.

People can already clearly feel the heat. The snow near the east wall is beginning to melt due to the heat wave. The land where the defenders step on is no longer the trampled ice and snow. It has become muddy and watery, and the frozen soil is hard. It turned into mud, as if it had entered the mud turning season ahead of schedule.

However, mud also has benefits.

Even throwing mud can stop the fire, and mud is even better at stopping fire.

It doesn't matter how cold it is!

The Ostara defenders, the Polotsk militia, and even the Danish armed merchants took off their coats one after another, exposed their tattooed backs, and gradually began to transport ice-water mixture and mud to the city wall using local materials.

From their point of view, the sky has become extremely cloudy, and the sun in the dim world is constantly trembling in the smoke and dust covering the sky.

The western wall of the fort was intact at the moment, and the gates there were deliberately blocked, and it was not difficult to remove the obstruction. As long as the sundries blocking the door are removed, soldiers can push open the door and file out.

Wisunde may have been fainted by the smoke, and now he only thinks about using messy things to stop the fire and thick smoke. Soldiers spontaneously formed human chains to transport mud as quickly as possible in an attempt to put out the fire.

However, they gradually became unable to do what they wanted.

It seems that a long time has passed. One side of the wooden wall is roasting in the fire, and people on the other side can already feel the scorching heat of the wall.

As the thick smoke began to subside naturally, the orange-red flames began to sweep across the city wall along with the heat. The sudden gushing tongues could instantly burn the blond hair of the defenders into curls, exuding a special lake smell.

Thanks to the soldier who was sweating profusely, his sweaty face avoided the scald.

But some unlucky guy's eyes were burned by the flames, and he covered his eyes while screaming and fell from the city wall, smashing hard into the mud on the ground, not only writhing in pain.

Screams of pain and hoarse shouts were intertwined, the Ostara army was still holding on, and Wisund was still desperately trying to put out the fire with mud before trying to defend.

But for the Danish armed merchants, they had to start to face an extremely difficult problem.

The thick smoke gave way to the flames, and some shirtless Danes standing on the top of the city noticed a very bad side.

"Boss." Someone called the leader of his caravan.

"Eric, what's wrong?!"

"Our ship! Ship! Burning!"

"ah?!"

"Hurry up and bring your brothers up to have a look!"

The boat boss threw away the shovel and struggled to climb up the city wall along the wooden ladder, half-covered his brows and frowning to avoid the heat wave, glanced at the south wall of the fort, and immediately stomped his feet anxiously and angrily. "Boat! My boat!"

The three longships were deliberately towed to the shore to avoid damage to the hull by the ice layer of the river and to avoid the blizzard of the following spring. Considering that they could be quickly pushed back to the river, the boats were fixed in the fortress after unloading their sails. at the south wall.

Vadim forced a group of villagers to push burning wooden carts. After the offensive front piled up and there was no place, the wooden carts that advanced behind pushed to the north and south walls.

There is a burning wooden cart pushed to the place where the long boat is parked, and the boat has begun to burn irreversibly...

The owner of the ship was full of grief and indignation because the ship was his property, and a group of brothers paid part of the money to join the armed caravan. According to the agreement, the owner of the ship was obliged to transport the brothers to the destination, which was the Roman port of Kherson (Sevasto). Boll), although there will be various hardships on the way, everyone should also be responsible for fighting against the enemy, and the boss of the ship will transport everyone back.

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"ah?!"

Weishunde seems to have been covered by the thick smoke and fire on the lake. It feels like an elm head. The boat boss doesn't want to be a turtle with a shrinking head anymore, so he swears harshly at the top of the city where the flames are raging: "Let To **** with your mud! I'm going to fight back with my men! The Danes won't sit still, y...no. You Ostarans keep messing with your mud. I'm leaving!"

If it was a real Ross army soldier, he would definitely not sit still. However, the identity of the defenders was the Austalians who held the Ross banner high. These guys are not all of Swedish descent, and there are a large number of Slavic warriors mixed in. They are so passive in actual combat that it is difficult for the Danish armed merchants to believe that these people are real "Odin's warriors."

The boss of the ship is not stupid, and all mistakes are the fault of the Smolensk army and that **** Vadim.

He got down from the city wall, and without thinking about putting on his armor, he quickly picked up his round shield and hand axe, raised the carved ax aloft and shouted vigorously: "Danish! Don't put out the fire! Follow me out of the city and kill them, Save our ship."

The words were spoken in the Danish island dialect, and the accent was indeed different from Wisund's southern Swedish dialect.

Danish warriors gathered more and more. After a quick exchange of attitudes, they threw down the pottery urns filled with mud and replaced them with shields and swords.

The male and female soldiers of the three Danish armed caravans gathered in the name of protecting the ships. They were so powerful that they also coerced some unknown Aostara defenders.

They are already spontaneously removing various obstacles blocked at the west gate of the fortress.

Wisund was shouting, but the Danes didn't want to listen to the fool anymore.

Some of the measures to put out the fire simply put an end to the loneliness, because those Polotsk villagers who basically completed the task were forced by Vadim's army to continue adding fuel to the fire.

The reserved solidified butter was thrown over with the wrapped cloth bags, and the pine logs on the other side of the glacier were dragged to the fire scene. With no more fear of missing arrows, their work became unscrupulous.

The so-called one party is extinguishing the fire and the other party is setting the fire, or the latter has the upper hand because of the superiority in numbers.

The eastern wall was no longer standing, and Vesund himself had to be pulled down. At this moment, the snow as far as he could see from the fortress had been roasted and melted. He could clearly feel the heat wave, his boots were trampled in the mud, and he was helpless as he watched the flames rushing through the battlements.

Suddenly, he heard shouts behind him.

He turned his head, only to see that the Danes opened the west door in extreme excitement.

They were not deserters, because many people shouted the name of "Odin", turned their backs with ferocious beast tattoos to the defenders in the fortress, and disappeared in an instant after rushing out of the west gate.

The Danish armed merchants were not missing. They shouted and charged against the wall, and the man holding the bullhorn continued to blow the horn, just to make a huge noise to attract the attention of the enemy.

As they approached their own burning ship, everyone saw that the three long boats that were neatly arranged, as well as some small boats of the local people, had all fallen into the sea of fire and lost any room for recovery, and their anger was as irresistible as the flames.

"Brothers! Kill 'em! Kill everything!"

The captain of the ship was full of grief and anger, and his cry seemed a little unnecessary, because all the Danes were like mad lions, and even the female warriors were like Valkyries, and in a sharp roar, they raised their swords and battle axes towards Enemy impact...

They bare their golden chest hair and have tattoos on their faces and chests. Even female warriors have this tough image.

Their round shields are painted with a variety of highly personalized runes, and the weapons held in their right hands are various.

They are true Viking warriors, and the Russian army was painted in this style twenty years ago.

With sheer valor they rushed out of the fire and immediately began hacking and killing Polotsk villagers who were still carrying logs to fuel the flames.

Those villagers were unarmed at all, and had no expectation of how the fortress defenders would fight back out of the city.

The villagers were mercilessly hacked and killed, and more than 80 Danish soldiers chased and killed them out of anger, which instantly attracted the villagers to put down their things and run away.

And this situation is exactly

What Jim wanted to see.

"Haha! The damned Russians can't stand it anymore! Smolensk people! March!"

Vadim beat the round shield himself, led his leather-clad middle army to advance first, and led the long-awaited army towards the Danes.

They don't care about the specific identity of the person who suddenly rushed out of the fire scene.

Blonde hair, a large number of tattoos on the bare chest, a large buckler, and a hooked axe, these features fully prove the Varyag identity of the comer.

They must be Russians! All should be killed.

Eighty vs. three thousand, who has the advantage?

The Danish armed merchants should have been avoided for the time being, but the boat they depended on was turned into ashes, and they could almost be made into barbecue by the enemy. The sense of humiliation increased and their anger increased.

As for the Smolensk Army, the anger that these Slavic soldiers had held back for many years finally got a moment to vent. The short spears are aimed at the enemy one by one, and the collision is about to happen.

Both sides are avengers, and the enemies are extremely jealous when they meet each other.

Thus, the fight began.

"Shield Wall!" The Danes shouted one after another. The three armed merchant groups wanted to go together, but now they cooperated to build a wall when they were fighting.

Knowing that the enemy on the opposite side raised a large number of spears, they rushed over without hesitation.

The shield walls of the two sides were put together, and the fight in the Flesh Mold Lake began immediately.

The spearhead inevitably hit the body of the unarmored Danish warrior who had turned into a berserker, and he vomited blood enduring the severe pain. The warrior also smashed the enemy's head with his hook and axe.

The iron sword stabs, the hook ax smashes and tamps, and the hardened resin cowhide armor is quite light, and it can also prevent cuts, but it is afraid of sharp swords and words. However, this group of Danes are still using ordinary wrought iron swords, and the stabbing effect is far less than that of Ross steel swords, but they stare at the enemy's neck and face, and the killing effect is still fierce.

Vadim's central army fell into a disadvantage in the first round of the Danes' charge. Some brothers died in battle shortly after contact, and Vadim stabilized his position by relying on his absolute superiority in strength.

As the leader of the tribe, he knew that his retreat would bring disastrous consequences, and he had to find a way to destroy the myth that the "Russians are invincible". He took the lead and stood with his central army~www.mtlnovel.com~ With the round shield against his body, he held the captured Ross steel sword and stabbed blindly forward.

The two wings of the Smolensk army began to encircle spontaneously, and soon, the Danish army that rushed into the enemy's line was really surrounded.

This is literally surrounded!

The shield is against the back of the predecessors. After all, the Smolensk army is too powerful. Even if the 80 Danish soldiers fight hard and kill many people, their retreat is cut off. All the Smolensk soldiers are here Squeezing towards the center of the battlefield, the Danes were pressed in the very center.

The Danes were in a desperate situation. They began to be unable to move, and gradually it was difficult to stretch their arms wielding swords. It was at this moment that the spears widely equipped by the Smolensk Army began to shine. Even if it was basically only three meters long, it was enough to pass over the soldiers' heads and stab the "Russians" in the center of the battlefield.

In this kind of random killing, even though the Danes were desperately fighting back to break through, facing the spearheads falling from the sky in all directions, they were unable to resist and were dying one after another.

"It's doable! It's definitely doable!" Vadim was overjoyed, and his soldiers became more and more courageous as they fought, venting their anger that had been pent up for several years.