It was very abrupt for a group of people to appear on the ice, not to mention that they were carrying weapons. Seeing that the cavalry appeared not to panic at first sight, they pointed their spears at the same time.

Who are they? Who else could it be? Rurik very much hoped that among the group of recalcitrants who suddenly formed an formation, there was the target of his tripVadim.

This person better be right here! Even if the battle with Vadim was not as vigorous as expected.

Just imagine, the two kings each took a troop to fight in formation in the open field, and finally killed one in the dark, and the winner stood on the battlefield. How glorious it is for one king to execute the other.

It will be an epic that is enough to praise thousands of years, and finally become a myth for thousands of years... Rurik hopes that Vadim is a vigorous figure and a strong military man. Defeating and killing such a powerful enemy will further demonstrate the King of Ross. glory.

However, Vadim in reality may not have such qualifications. Even this person has betrayed all relatives?

"Soldiers! Disperse! The first and second teams follow me. Go right!" Rurik ordered with his recurve bow held high.

Fisk answered immediately: "The third and fourth teams follow me. Go left!" The four centurions of the First Cavalry Banneret were split into two in an instant, which was quite easy for experienced fighters. Rurik himself experienced it for the first time.

It was the first time that the venerable King Ross fought as a de facto cavalry commander. From the perspective of the forming crowd, more than a hundred soldiers gathered together in fear, attacking the outside world and protecting their chief.

Vadim was in the army just as Rurik hoped, and he has not been exposed because he was well protected.

These spearmen have thrown away most of their burdens, and the current armor is upper body leather armor and a small wooden shield.

Those hardened cowhide armor soaked in resin are relatively light, and even have a plastic crisp feeling when struck.

This kind of armor has a good defense against ordinary iron, but the equipment of the Ross cavalry has always been unchanged.

The sharp cone-shaped armor-piercing arrows were set up, and those archery masters even used special techniques to hold the three misses with their right hands. They let the horses pass by the enemy's wings and carried out sideways.

"Triple shot in the face". Those good marksmen can punch right through an enemy's face! The arrow pierced through the face and destroyed the brain. I am afraid that the opponent's life has been harvested before the opponent realizes what pain is.

The leather armor is useless under the close-range strike of the recurve bow. Five hundred riders passed by quickly, and immediately caused half of the casualties of the formation. Many of them were hit by arrows, curled up on the ice, and then vomited blood and died... The formation was stunned. Although Vadim was tightly Protected, the subordinates wailed in pain, and what they saw were wounded soldiers twisting and wriggling on the ground, and the scarlet trickle gushing out from the wounds of the dead on the ice.

Vadim clenched his teeth with his sword at a loss, maybe he can only resist? !

"Pay attention to our rear, the Ross people are coming again." He ordered the surviving brothers to turn around immediately. At this moment, Rurik and Fisk, who had just completed the first round, were already forming a team quickly. They did not have too much rest and started the second round of attack.

The cavalry swept across the two wings again, and the cavalry leaned sideways to do rapid fire close to the face. The battle completely became a one-sided killing. The desperate infantry could only try to throw the spear like a javelin, but it was not a javelin after all.

Resistance became futile, and after the second round of shooting, new corpses were added to the battlefield, and more ice was added to the ice that the horseshoes stepped on.

Two consecutive rounds of high-intensity charges were a considerable loss of horsepower. The cavalry returned to their original positions, and the horse subconsciously turned its head up and down and kept panting.

Fisk roared: "Brothers, prepare for the third round! Completely annihilate them."

"Wait! The whole team suspends their attack." Rurik abruptly stopped the restlessness of the army.

"My lord? Why stop? Mercy?"

"No. At least, I want to know the identities of these people before killing them."

"Send an envoy to negotiate?" Fisk thought for a while: "That's fine, I'll arrange it right away."

"No. We lined up and went straight to coercion. You see." Rurik pointed his right arm: "The enemy has few survivors. It's incredible that they didn't run too far. Are they scared stupid? Or Do you really have the courage to plan to die freely?"

"It's like a target for our archery. My lord, why should we care about their identities? It's probably a small group of Smolensk routs, so it doesn't matter if they are killed."

"I think it's strange. If the damned Vadim is mixed in, it would be too cheap for us to kill that kid hastily. Listen to me!" Rurik paused: "Press it head-on, anyway, we fight more and less .

"Okay. Organize wall riding! If the king is willing, we can smash them into meat paste in one charge." Since the encounter, the Ross cavalry has relied on non-contact grassland riding and shooting tactics without any casualties.

The cavalry lined up to sit on the wall, and Rurik and Fisk stood in the queue. The two old Ross men were majestic, and Rurik was the most honorable one.

Dressed in uniform and flying with flags, riding Turkic horses with low shoulder height, the Russian cavalry could not do the stronger cavalry oppression brought by the Frankish cavalry.

But for the Smolensk people who have limited knowledge of cavalry combat, even though they had cavalry, they talked about fighting on the wall. The so-called cavalry is just a group of horsemen.

Vadim had long since lost his cavalry, and now he himself had to command soldiers as infantry.

Now the last supporters have suffered heavy casualties, and there are less than thirty people who are still able to fight by their side.

After all, Rurik and Fisk were actually a little surprised that someone survived after being shot with more than 2,000 steel arrows.

There were many arrows stuck in the small round shield. The steel arrow clusters pierced through the wooden board, and some arrow clusters directly pierced into the soldier's left arm.

Fortunately, these arrows exist as armor-piercing, and there are no barbs in the design for easy removal. In this way, some soldiers' left arms were bleeding, and the round shields were thrown away. Such Smolensk warriors clamped their spears under their right armpits, and held them up in their right hands, pretending that they could continue to resist.

The Ross cavalry continued to come coercively, and the soldiers could not let go of their bows while holding the reins, ready to follow orders at any time and launch another round of deadly salvo to the enemy.

The corpse is rapidly cooling, flowing into

The hot blood of "Red Little Tan" is not enough to melt the ice, instead it is rapidly solidifying and freezing. The squirming wounded soldiers were bleeding rapidly, their wailing sounds gradually disappeared, and they gradually fell into shock and died.

The bodies of the dead and the wounded were filled with arrows, most of which were made of chicken and duck flying feathers, which swayed violently in the wind, densely packed like ears of wheat in late autumn.

The hand holding the spear was shaking, and even his legs were shaking violently. The last warriors who stayed by Vadim's side finally forgot how to escape, and they were so frightened that they could no longer be called warriors.

On the contrary, it was Vadim, the man who once had great ambitions, but at this moment he suddenly pushed away his

"Human shield", holding the Ross steel sword he captured, pointed at the approaching cavalry like performance art.

It was a Ross steel sword! It shines brilliantly in the afternoon sun. Rurik clearly noticed this point. Being confronted with a sword by a mission that resembled an enemy chief already felt like a huge provocation, but that sword was a serious Ross sword, and the provocation was even stronger.

Rurik couldn't help frowning with blue veins. Fisk narrowed his eyes as well, but he didn't glance at King Ross beside him.

After all, the king still gave orders. If the king was not present, he would have already ordered to rush over to trample that mortal guy into a pulp with his horse's hooves.

"My lord, did you kill that man?" He couldn't help whispering.

"No. That man... might be Vadim."

"The rebel? Your Majesty still remembers that person's face?" Fisk was quite surprised.

"It's been more than ten years, so I've forgotten it. We... just ask." Feeling that the distance is enough, Rurik raised his right fist and ordered the whole army to suspend the assault.

On the contrary, he himself boldly broke away from the team a little bit, deliberately slanted his shoulders slightly to make a casual appearance, and in front of him was a small group of trembling enemy soldiers and a field of dead bodies full of arrows.

Rurik's move was more provocative, and he taunted silently: "You see, killing you is like a game." Vadim suddenly became furious, and his sword-holding roar was almost powerless and furious.

"Roar? A chief was also yelled at me?" Rurik spoke first! He opened his mouth in the dialect of Inlmen Slavic, and it was this question that directly hit Vadim's heart.

It was a dialect from my hometown, and it was quite abrupt to speak from the mouth of a young and middle-aged Varyag man with flowing blond hair.

Vadim withdrew his sword for the time being, and took a step back subconsciously.

"You? Who are you?" he asked.

"My name is also worthy of you to know?" Rurik still tilted his head on purpose, but behind him, as long as he gave an order, all arrows would be fired in an instant.

"You? But Vadim?!" As soon as the words fell, Rurik noticed that the man's right hand holding the sword was visibly shaking from a distance.

Although it had been expected, it was a bit of a sense of fate that I actually bumped into the damned Vadim here.

"It seems that it really is Vadim." Rurik tried his best to suppress his excitement: "I can't think of it! Twelve years have passed, and many people think that you were eaten by a bear. I didn't expect you to be a Smolensk man." Chief. As far as I know, you're still a usurper. What a filthy slut, a scumbag everywhere you go. You're... a piece of horse dung."

"You! Damn Rus, what right do you have to say about me." Facing the malicious verbal insult, Vadim angrily confronted him with a sword.

"You admit that you are Vadim?!" Rurik, who was sitting on the horse, suddenly stood on the stirrups. He was almost three meters high, like a giant standing on the ice, full of oppression.

"I am Vadim, and you...Russian, who are you?! If I must die today...at least let me die to understand."

"Okay. It's easy to kill you. My king will satisfy your curiosity. Vadim!" Rurik, standing like a giant, looked down at the humble chief: "I am Rurik! Rurik Ottosson .Boy, my father is still alive, and you! Vadim Borudnevich. Your father Brudnevich is long dead! Your pine needle estate was completely destroyed by us. The good land of your estate is now My field. In fact, I should thank you, we Russians build our city on the basis of your estate and grow our own food. You are a complete loser." Rurik kept using words to provoke Vad Mu, he could tell that this person was a rebellious person, perhaps he shouldn't expect to capture such a horse-like existence alive.

Besides, this person is good at escaping, and if he is captured alive, he might have to worry about him fleeing in the chaos. Vadim was afraid that he had some magical power of bewitching, so he fled to Smolensk and became the local leader, and even raised thousands of troops to start a war.

Vadim is in the prime of life, and there are large and small tribes in the huge Eastern Europe. If this person wanders to a certain tribe again, he may be able to inspire another anti-Russian army to continue doing things on the border of the kingdom.

It's better to kill him directly to avoid future troubles, but Rurik hopes that this man will charge like a soldier and die like a man.

Unexpectedly, Vadim, who was furious and angry, said: "Rurik! The son of Otto, the leader of Ross, is you?! Let's duel! Solve all long-cherished wishes."

"Duel?! Did I hear correctly?!" Standing Rurik simply sat back on the saddle.

"Let's fight! Rurik, either you kill me or I kill you. Solve all our long-cherished wishes."

"Are you trying to fight in vain?" Rurik laughed angrily, and couldn't help turning his head to look at everyone, noticing the faces of the brothers who couldn't help but laugh one after another.

"Are you worthy of a duel? Vadim, you obviously haven't figured out the current situation. You will be killed, and I can tell you something before you die." Now Vadim finally knows the composition of the cavalry in front of him. There are a large number of special identities.

The original village around Yinlmen Lake was once forced by the small farms of Pine Needle Manor, and the farm owners were forced to send their nephews to King Ross to train them as cavalry.

Today, those nephews have become brave cavalrymen, and they are proud of their status. They just thought that fighting for King Ross was a shortcut to riches and political status, and it was true.

Many of them were hereditary boyar nobles from Wang Ci in their hometown, and they also became cavalry captains for the last time in the army.

Since the wealth and status all come from King Ross, it is only natural to serve him. And they also have the same memorythe memory of being exploited by Pine Needle Manor every year.

Of course, in the past era, Ross's Sogon fleet asked for money and food every year, and they came at least twice a year, and the focus of exploitation was actually White Tree Manor.

However, Pine Needle Manor often asks all manors for it. Since the whole family of White Tree Manor moved to remote areas, they often escape the exploitation of Pine Needle Manor.

Good and bad are determined by comparison. The eyes of these warriors from minor hereditary aristocrats are full of the kindness and loyalty of King Ross. Regarding Pine Needle Manor, what they heard from their parents and what they saw was all evil.

Vadim is the continuation of evil! This person is not only Rurik's must-kill political enemy, but also everyone's enemy.

Knowing this secret, Vadim was surprised.

"Vadim!" Rurik still tilted his head and scolded: "You are a decent person. The king can give you a rope and go to the nearby forest. Hang yourself and let everything end."

"Bah!" Vadim categorically refused. He suddenly threw off his velvet cap and stroked his curly hair: "Rurik! I'm going to kill you!" The cavalry group charged alone.

"What a reckless Vadim..." Rurik shook his head~www.mtlnovel.com~ His feet clamped on the horse's belly, and the horse rushed away in an instant.

For Vadim, he didn't know what a giant was until the horse was stuck in front of him. He was hit so badly that he passed out, and Rurik rode his mount out of the battlefield resentfully.

Immediately afterwards, Fisk received a signal from his eyes, and the soldiers who couldn't hold back their killing intent set up their bows and shot arrows one after another, shooting and killing the last handful of Smolensk fighters, or the last die-hard supporters of Vadim!

Of course, after all, there are thousands of Smolensk routs fleeing, and there are still routs wriggling along this icy road.

Vadim was completely defeated. Even if he was alive, he would lose all his fans. The rest of the fighters had degenerated into farmers who were driven to move by their survival instincts.

In the eyes of the Ross army, Vadim had been hit by Rurik's horse and fractured all over his body. If this person hadn't turned over in pain on the ground, he would have been regarded as being hit to death.

Not dead, but wounded. Rurik showed contempt and ordered: "Come on! Bind this man. Be careful, don't kill him."