The cavalry lined up in a wall, they wore uniforms, uniform helmets with identical geese feathers, and the Ross flag flew in each standard.

Although the warriors could attack with a bow in hand, they were ordered by Fisk to remain calm, while he himself watched the enemy's movement quietly.

He suddenly rushed to the edge of the huge enemy camp. Although Fisk had predicted it, he couldn't help but feel devastated when he saw the huge enemy force.

He is not afraid of these cavalrymen who can be seen at a glance, as if there is a large piece of meat in front of him, it is really hard to say where the knife will come from.

The vanguard army composed of 1,000 refugees has been dispersed under the impact of the Ross cavalry. The cavalry shot and killed many people. Fisk led the main force to kill the big camp of the Allied Army in Semigalia. Only a few people cleaned the battlefield behind. .

The meaning of pursuit is greater than total annihilation. Some unkilled enemies fled around, and some people dragged their injured bodies and ran all the way to the northeast, only to hide in the forest.

The last Mezot army collapsed. The guerrilla cavalry swept the battlefield, recovered the arrows fired by the large troops, and repaired the enemy's wounded soldiers. They also happily captured some horses.

The last time a war horse was captured on the battlefield was when it entered Frank for the first time three years ago. Frank's Roman blood horse was taller and stronger than Ross's Turkic horse. As long as it doesn't force the horse to move for months, the Frankish horse has an overall advantage.

But Ross needs Turkic horses with high endurance. What makes the soldiers happy is that although the Semigallian horses captured now are so shabby that they don't even have horseshoes, all aspects of the horses show that

They probably have steppe ancestry.

To the warrior's surprise, the bellies of these horses... no?

They turned out to be a group of gelding horses!

The mounts of the Ross cavalry are mainly mares. Although everyone knows that male horses are stronger, their tempers are always very violent. Especially in the breeding season, male horses will always become wild and unruly.

Ross has not yet mastered excellent gelding skills. In order to pursue the comprehensive stability of long-distance combat, the overall strength of the mare has become the core of the battle. And this further forced the Ross cavalry to be unwilling to ride their horses into the enemy's line, but to actively choose the strategy of roundabout archery. All of this really considered the strength of riding a mare.

It's better to catch some geldings than stallions, and the fact that they don't have horseshoes is never a problem.

The Ross Expeditionary Force must bring some artisans and replacement parts for heavy weapons.

Horseshoes are naturally carried as a necessary accessory. When the king arrives with his troops, these captured horses will have brand new carbon steel shoes.

At this time, the battlefield was still in a kind of ghostly embarrassment.

The startled Semigalia coalition militiamen shouted and whistled, making various sounds to ask brothers and sisters to stand up with weapons.

The big leader Namisis who hastily withdrew looked very embarrassed. He no longer cared about the outcome of those 1,000 refugees assembling. Now that the Varyag cavalry is fiercely fighting in front of him, the most urgent task is to fight back!

Only when Namisis got back to the camp did he catch his breath. He finally turned his horse's head, and finally glared at the enemies who were staring at him.

"Everyone! Take your spears and point them out."

Namis

He didn't order an all-out counterattack. After all, this is also the man who trained the cavalry. Knowing that the infantry rushed up screaming, those damned cavalry ran away in a flash.

At first glance, it seemed that the Varyag cavalry were just lining up to sit on the wall and did not attack, or they were looking for their own flaws to launch an attack.

Perhaps the best way now is to form a huge hedgehog station, and the spearheads are aligned so that the enemy cavalry cannot attack at all.

Namisis hurriedly rode his horse to find his sons and sons-in-law in the messy camp, and he found Streva, the leader of Aukshtet, without stopping.

Fear, tension, noise, crying...

Most of the militiamen were forced to go to the battlefield. After all, it was the Mezot tribe who was attacked, not Pasvallis where they were. Although everyone has formed a huge tribal alliance, it doesn't mean that if one party has a big problem, the other party must risk his life to help them. What's more, in this tribal alliance, only Pasvallis is the strong leader of the alliance. Order to fight.

This is the case for these Pasvallis. For the Okshtet people in the south who are not legally members of the alliance, "Wooden Staff" Streva can find some reasons to politely refuse the request of the Namis leader to send troops.

The Okshteites never thought of such an existence as their enemy, and they urgently needed their leader, Stewart, to come up with an idea.

"Friend. How did you come back? You led the Varyags to the big camp? You...couldn't it be that the front line was frustrated?" Streva was restrained enough, and he didn't ask whether Namis was defeated in the first battle. .

"Don't mock me!" Namisis, the chief on horseback, leaned over and scolded

: "Quickly organize your people with all your strength, we will have a decisive battle with them."

"A decisive battle?!" Streva was taken aback suddenly: "Could it be that there are still a large number of infantry behind the cavalry?!"

"Perhaps so, at least they have a good number of cavalry."

"Huh? Your cavalry can't kill them?"

Namisis bared his teeth fiercely, and glanced helplessly at the Varyag cavalry who was still eyeing him: "I'm afraid that the powerful Utvin (Lithuanian) cavalry will not be able to destroy them. Damn it, Mezotne's The militia was wiped out."

"Ah?!" As if his whole body had been electrified, Streva straightened his body like a pine log in shock, because the information was so explosive that he simply sat on the ground in fright after relaxing.

When he stood up again, he felt his feet soaked in cold sweat in his boots.

Originally Namisis shouldn't have said these words, but when he realized that he had slipped his mouth, it was hard to argue: "The enemy is stronger than I thought. The fact is that, at least we can try to destroy them in the Mezot's territory Even if it costs us a lot, it's better than our homes being attacked. At least our farms, our houses and our ships won't be destroyed.

Streva lowered his old face and looked up at the big leader: "What are you going to do?"

"I..." In fact, Namisis didn't make up his mind. He thought about it for a while: "I don't know the enemy's purpose until now, and I don't even know the specific identity of the enemy."

"Hey, aren't they the Varyags? Why do you care so much? Anyway, they are villains who want to put us all to death."

"It's much more dangerous than it was ten years ago.

Many, they came prepared. Namisis thought again: "Maybe I should go out and talk to their commander-in-chief boldly." "

Streva couldn't help laughing, and asked with a contemptuous attitude: "Look at yourself! Only you are the most well-dressed, stronger than the armor of your subordinates. The Varyag is more cunning than the fox , they will not hesitate to think that you are the big leader, and they will go all out to kill you and throw your army into chaos."

"It shouldn't be like this." Namisis certainly has risk considerations in this regard, but he feels that the most urgent task is to figure out the current situation of the coalition forces.

after all! In the plan of the coalition forces, it is not a decisive battle with the bandit army formed by the Varyag-Latvian army today!

"You will die if you go! Your people have collapsed, and I will take mine back." Streva said harshly, and then suggested: "If you insist on going, why not send someone you trust Find out. Anyway, your son will inherit your power, isn't that kid in the army? Give your son a chance to make meritorious service."

These words deeply reminded Namisis.

At this moment, the huge hedgehog array of the Semigalia coalition army has been set up, and the spearheads are in unison. Eight thousand people gathered in a flat area by the river to form an indestructible behemoth.

Facing such an infantry formation, what else can Fisk, who has experienced many battles, say?

"A group of cowards, you don't know how to fight in formation at all! It's just out of self-preservation, like people hiding in a house in winter, just huddling together to keep warm. Don't you... you still expect my cavalry to charge, stupidly hit Your spearhead?" Fisk cursed inwardly.

some.

Fisk also had a plan in his mind. Although he was more conservative and cautious in his team formation in front of the enemy line, seeing the enemy gathered together into a big motionless hedgehog, they had better be determined to maintain a dense formation, so that when the time is right, Ross The cavalry can throw a rain of arrows indiscriminately, causing them great losses.

Fisker is still waiting for the perfect moment.

Waiting calmly is really the key to resting the galloping horses. Just now, the soldiers of Ross also need to rest their arms and fingers after drawing their bows frequently.

Just when Fisk felt that his military spirit had been greatly restored, good news came from behind.

I saw that the subordinates who were ordered to clean up the battlefield returned to the team with some captured horses, and brought back some arrows that could be used again.

"Very well, you return to the team immediately and stay calm. Let's try to rain arrows on the enemy's camp."

As long as the enemy's positions are dense enough, Fisk intends to make the soldiers shoot a base number of arrows.

There are about 900 horses on the scene, and theoretically firing a base number is to make the enemy suffer about 26,000 arrows. According to the old rules, to deal with these militiamen who are obviously obsessed with civilian clothes, the inferior arrows made by the Riga people should be used first, and then Ross's iron cluster arrows should be used.

Suddenly, the enemy, formed in self-defense, suddenly opened a gap, and three obviously armored cavalry rushed out.

Do you want to single out? No! It's more like a negotiation.

"Boss, is this the messenger? Are we..." the subordinate who held the horn asked subconsciously.

"They are also worthy of negotiating with us?" Fisk tilted his head and gave the order to the 1st Thirty of the 1st Cavalry: "Jarhant (a Pecheneg

fighters), your men shoot them with bows! "

The subordinates took orders, and when the three riders were close enough, the thirty warriors suddenly took arrows.

The soldiers put their arrows to the right one after another, and in the Mediterranean mode that is generally not used, they used three fingers to pull the bowstring to the extreme.

These three were indeed messengers, and one of them was the eldest son of Namisis.

The Semigalia tribal alliance is spontaneously evolving into a feudal kingdom. There is no force in the alliance that can threaten the Namis family. If there are no special circumstances, the eldest son of Namis will succeed as the chief when his father is old. As for whether the tribes are opposed... in front of the powerful Pasvallis tribe, who would dare to oppose it? What's more, the family is related by marriage to the northern leader of Okshtet in the south.

But now the huge alliance is facing unprecedented variables.

For this reason, Namisis had to gamble with his son, and the young man was willing to gamble.

Everyone knows the risks, it's just...

Suddenly there was a swishing sound in the air, and the most elite of the Ross cavalry shot the three men on horseback with precision.

The frightened war horse crazily turned its head and ran away, directly throwing off the three arrows.

"No! My son!"

Amidst a burst of ferocious sighs, as an old father, Namisis subconsciously covered his head and exclaimed when he saw his son fell off the horse with an arrow.

At this moment, Fisk has obtained the result he wanted, and there is nothing more so-called arrogance than this. Ross has the initiative, and now Ross does not need to make peace.

The enemy became a little confused due to shock, maybe the three people who were shot were part of the enemy

Quantity of characters? It doesn't matter anymore.

Fisk shrugged, and ordered the horn player without changing his face: "Blow the horn and let the whole army launch a base number."

Today's breeze, although the position of the Ross army has some disadvantages in the range of throwing arrows, thanks to the special advantage of the large see-saw recurve bow throwing light arrows, the Ross cavalry began to reproduce the victory experience in Mezot.

The throwing distance of a light arrow is more than 200 meters, even if all its damage comes from the kinetic energy of the acceleration of gravity when it falls, it is far inferior to the short-range "directly aiming at the face".

For an armored enemy, throwing a bow can only be said to be a joy, but facing an unarmored enemy is a different situation.

Two hundred meters was far enough, and this was considered an absolute safe zone by the Semigallians, especially since the single-piece bow held by their own Orion could not project such an exaggerated distance.

There was a whistling sound, followed by the screams and wails of the militiamen.

They were shot in the face, neck, and arms...they dressed in civilian clothes were equivalent to facing the falling arrows with their bodies.

After three consecutive rounds of group fire, the well-trained Ross cavalry began to fire freely.

Now Namisis has finally experienced the horrors of the battle that the Mezotne people had encountered before.

But this coalition is not a Mezot army fighting alone!

The son who could have inherited the power went away with a negotiating attitude, because he still had a little illusion about the enemy, so he was so stupid that he ruined his son's life.

"I killed you! I killed you!" Namisis had no intention of hiding in the rain of arrows. He roared at the Ross cavalry who were shooting wild arrows: "Varyag! I will kill you all!"

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He won't sit still, and Streva, the leader of Oakshtet, doesn't want to be confused.

The unarmored militiamen hid everywhere but found nowhere to hide. They could only hope that the flexible small wooden shields could protect their heads and torsos. Since the enemy's arrows always fell straight from the sky, the wooden shields were thrown from the left hand. Raised above the head, this caused many people's left arms to be pierced by arrows.

Under the intense tension, the adrenaline of the militia was bursting, and some people were so blank that they broke their arrows and let their wounds spurt blood...

For a while, they couldn't feel the pain of minor injuries, but the current chief didn't directly order something to be done, so the militiamen had to insist.

Finally, Namisis stopped hesitating.

The rage shook his mind, and all the Semigalia cavalry gathered for Namisis in the rain of arrows, and then all the cavalry bravely began to charge.

"Charge! Mezotne! Brave people, fight the Varyags!"

Pairs of eyes saw the big leader attacking like lightning, and the actual actions of the leader pointed out the direction for the soldiers in chaos!

Although the weapons and equipment of the Semigallians are terrible, their fighting will is not bad. Even if it was the annihilated Mezot army, they actually fought to the end.

Now, the SemigaliAukshtet coalition forces are launching a general offensive against the dense arrows of the Ross cavalry!

The cavalry was in front, and the infantry armed with spears lined up in an extremely dense formation to launch an impact.

This is not within Fisk's estimate.

"Damn it, do they think they can catch up with me with infantry?" Fisk responded calmly, the trumpeter delivered the boss's order, and the three cavalry immediately turned their heads back and started

retreat.

While the Ross people were advancing towards the Mezotne mound in the rear, Fisk felt that now was the opportunity for a decisive battle, and he couldn't afford to lose it when the opportunity came. There are more than 4,000 soldiers waiting for work at leisure, and what the cavalry has to do now is to lure the enemy deep.

The Ross cavalry kept turning their heads and throwing arrows backwards. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com planned to use "kite flying tactics" to ensure that the enemy kept following.

Fisk did notice the relentless attitude of the enemy, and rejoiced in the great success of luring the enemy deep.

Actually? From the standpoint of the Semigallians, the big leader Namisis has pointed out a way for everyone. The so-called war has only one chance of winning. The whole army will go all out to attack Mezotne and ignore the cavalry. Invade large settlements at any cost and fight the enemy decisively. After all, they came here to recover Mezotne. Now the morale of the coalition forces is booming, and the soldiers have a strong desire for revenge because of their grief and anger. This momentum can hardly be incited for the second time. The leader of Namisis guesses that he has already mastered it. The only chance of victory.

However, Namisis now has one more pure purpose in his war attituderevenge for his slain son.

"The leader of Varyag! When I catch you, I will sacrifice my son with your head and blood!"

However, Fisk has been leading his cavalry to keep an appropriate distance from the enemy, just like fishermen skulking fish. Slowly, the Semigalia coalition forces have been lured to the city of Mezotne.

Here, the Ross banner is flying, and the rear infantry, under the command of Stekander, who is waiting for work, is ready for the decisive battle.