How many troops does the enemy have? How about the detailed identity of the enemy?

The big leader Namisis, who was dazzled by the rage, is leading the SemigaliAukshtet coalition forces that have finally assembled, launching a charge that everyone thinks must have a major breakthrough.

The straight-line distance between the big camp of the leader of Namis and the city of Mezotne, which was occupied by the Ross army, was about five kilometers.

This seems to be a long distance, but it gives people a feeling that it is not long in the senses.

The course of the Lielupe River in this section is gentle and straight. The course of the river runs from southeast to northwest. On the flat land, oats grow instead of weeds on these open lands. The coalition forces of Namisis no longer cared too much, and they marched on the young oat seedlings.

But the Mezotne mound is only as tall as a tall red pine or spruce that is more common in the Nordic world.

There are many such forests on both sides of the river, and there are a large number of such towering trees in the undeveloped forests.

The mound is not very conspicuous, but the sentry standing on the temporary watchtower on the top of the mound can clearly see the changes in the valley areaa large mass of things is creeping towards Mezot like a mudslide.

Before the "debris flow", a group of white shadows were moving fast.

All these made the sentinels at high places dare not neglect, and they judged from their own combat experience that this was the ironclad evidence that the main force of the enemy was approaching the city.

The horn sounded loudly, and then most of the leather drums were beaten crazily.

Originally, Stekander

When they got the news of the enemy's appearance earlier, they had already made a plan with Fisk. All kinds of people guarding the Mezotne camp immediately ended their deep sleep and took their own weapons to form an formation in the south of the city.

Those Latvian militiamen, Riga Danish fighters, and Ross's Saarema Island Army were hastily organized, and even fishermen who wanted to do some business were forced to be involved in this defense battle.

Who dares to flee without a fight? A few idlers are not fighters. Even if they escaped as small traders, in principle, Strkander would not be angry with these guys. .

And that was exactly the case, this time he had to do the opposite.

He took the first step to gather his trusted buddies, and even Eric Spuutsson and others.

In a simple wooden hut, he warned the guys in Norse: "Most Latvians are unreliable, and it is already a great success to draw them to the battlefield. They may fight hard. There must be a lot of people fleeing. If there is a real fight, you don't want to fight on the front line one by one. I will arrange soldiers to defend in the rear. Once the Latvians try to escape, you will use the shield wall to push them back..."

Who will serve as the suppressing force in case of any eventuality? The men looked at each other, considering that being a suppressor does not necessarily mean fighting and making meritorious deeds on the front line, a real warrior would not be willing.

So, eyes were fixed on the youngest person here.

"What are you all looking at me for?" The little Spueut felt a strong feeling of being rejected.

Stechan

De coughed hard to attract everyone's attention. He looked at the young man in particular: "Son, let you really fight those brutal guys on the front line. I... worry that you will die in battle."

"You!" Little Spueut was furious when he heard it: "Uncle! Didn't I participate in the Polotsk rescue battle? Didn't I kill the enemy?"

"Of course you participated, but..." Strkander shrugged: "Your body is too thin, but I think the Saarema Island Army you brought is a strong force. Son, your father needs you to make meritorious service, not There was a mistake. Besides, only your fighters are capable of preventing the possible escape of the Latvians."

Strkander thought deeply. Although his instinct was not scheming, at least he thought of the worst outcome of the battle. Those bad things are best not to happen. If you take countermeasures in advance, you can ensure that you can deal with them calmly when they happen.

He lacked the confidence to fight to the end with the Latvian militia and a group of street people in the city. Unless the battlefield was in their own homes, they would all fight to the death.

On the contrary, the Ross coalition forces stood on the enemy's land and killed many of them. Now the enemy is defending their homeland, and the enemy will most likely fight to the death.

Since the armed fighters in the Danish community have a close relationship with the local Latvians, Stekander also considered that it is precisely because of this overall harmonious relationship that he expects his subordinates to suppress it with a tough attitude?

It is better to leave this somewhat tricky task to the son of Spueut and the foreign Saaremaa Island Army.

Soon the Latvian warriors were full of spears,

Because of the large number of troops in the army, the militiamen who feared that they would die in battle now had great confidence. In front of them stood a blond-haired, uniformly armored Danish Varyag.

Stekander brought his three hundred warriors to the front line in person, but due to the heavy losses caused by the war more than half a year ago, the overall strength of the Danish army still suffered setbacks. There are quite a few female soldiers in the team. They are also a kind of "Valkyrie" who wear strange hair buns and occasionally have tattoos on their faces. They are just naturally weaker than their own men in terms of strength. It's the same thing.

Now Austen, who was the guide, and the men in his caravan, were all forcibly incorporated into the army and placed on the front line. The brothers and sisters all spoke Norse, which made Strkander easy to conduct.

They were either wearing chain mail or plate armor, and all parts of their bodies were protected. Those with wealth had armor tied on their arms and calves. They wore iron leather helmets with similar styles. The biggest feature was the huge nose protector. Some people also wore high-end butterfly helmets that could protect most of their faces. The drooping chain mail curtains covered their fragile neck.

Their round shields were uniformly coated with a thin layer of chalk mixed with pine gum, and over which a ribbon of woad was applied. Not everyone made a set of decorative blue-and-white mixed-color shirts that resembled Ross's regular infantry, and then painted their own round shields. The shield wall constructed in this way has extremely strong visual characteristics.

Now, the Danish Army of Riga in Stekander is in the front, and the Latvian militiamen with spears are behind them.

Finally, this is the more than 200 Saarema Island Army led by Eric Spuutsson.

The young man pursed his lips and was very dissatisfied with the uncle's arrangement, but Brother Fisk made a request that he must obey the old guy's arrangements in his absence.

Who are the Saaremaa Island Army? All kinds of heroes wandering on the sea wandered on the islands, and even the native criminals expelled by the Latvians. These people are very irritable. They are men who are prone to trouble in peacetime, but they are also often bloodthirsty in wartime. The criminals who were expelled by various forces, they lived and thrived in the world, and the newborn children were more or less tainted with banditry.

But they are by no means bullying people. Ross ruled the island and recruited all the pirates. The descendants of sinners have a normal status. Their aggressive and ruthless nature is what the expanding Ross needs.

If these people stab the Latvian militia with swords because of some orders, the brothers will not feel uncomfortable, they can be ruthless.

With such an arrangement, Stekander believes that once the expected decisive battle occurs, with the suppression of the rear supervisory team, it will be **** if the Latvian militia can escape.

Soon, Fisk led the cavalry to withdraw back.

The bald general was satisfied, and was overjoyed to see that the infantry in the rear really completed the large-scale formation according to his arrangement.

He specially adjusted the horse's head, and led all three cavalry teams to sneak around in front of the army formation with a very high profile.

Holding his steel sword high, he shouted loudly in order to suppress the cheers of the soldiers: "Soldiers! Decisive battle! Decisive battle!"

Such a chaotic scene, talking too much is equivalent to not saying a word, no one can hear anything

It's a long story, and it's imperative to tell everyone what to do in the simplest terms.

"Decisive battle! Decisive battle! Decisive battle..."

The soldiers chanted the simplest words, and they fell into a kind of group excitement. The most cowardly people immersed in this emotion suddenly went blank. Even the Latvian militiamen with their own thoughts, their souls are the deepest. The fighting instinct in the place was also stimulated.

In the warm atmosphere, Fisk hastily rode his horse back to Strokander who had been waiting for a long time.

"Is the enemy coming? The sentry on the mound claims that something like a mudslide is coming towards us." Strkander raised his head and asked.

"Of course." Fisk held the reins to control the restless horse, and pointed his sword straight behind him: "I enraged the enemy, and countless enemy troops are rushing towards us."

"Is this the decisive battle you hoped for?!"

"certainly!"

"How many do they have?!" Stekander asked the most critical question.

"I don't know! It's been rushed."

"Ah? You don't know, this..." Strkander panicked a little, his eyelids twitching uncontrollably.

"Are you afraid? There are not many of them. They must be exhausted and out of breath when they rush towards us with all their strength. Now your people can quickly kill these exhausted fools."

"Maybe!" Strkander gritted his teeth. "Now you put me under a lot of pressure. Forget it! Brothers are here for this decisive battle, so what about your cavalry? Charge? Detour?"

"Turn around!" Fisk answered decisively, then pointed to the forest in the northeast. "I will take the cavalry and disappear for a while, while you engage the enemy

At this moment, I will suddenly appear from behind the enemy! It's like... suddenly a sword pierces the enemy's waist from the side. "

Strkander understood Fisk's proposition, but he didn't know the depth of Fisk's routine.

This young bald general has been on the battlefield for thirteen years, and now he is very scheming. This is the case with some people. Talent and creativity on the court cannot be equated with age.

One of the three cavalry units stayed in the Ross army formation. They existed for two reasons. One was to inform the soldiers that the cavalry and infantry were fighting side by side, and the other was to inform the enemy that the Ross cavalry had not disappeared.

Once caught in the chaotic battle between the two groups, the enemy will most likely not be able to see the sudden decrease in the strength of the Ross cavalry, and there is no time to guess what the disappearing cavalry is up to.

After discussing a new countermeasure in Stekander, Fisk led two teams of cavalry to go around to the rear of the large army, where he met Eric Spuutsson, who was ordered to guard the "tail". meet.

The young man's desperate call attracted Fisk's attention, and he deliberately turned a corner as he wanted to make a tactical detour.

The two brave cavalry teams stood resolutely in front of these pirate-born fighters.

"Eric, are you placed here?"

"It's all arranged by that stupid uncle in Strokander! I want to kill the enemy before him, but he won't do it!" the young man said with a foul mouth.

"What is the mission he gave you?!" Fisk asked concisely.

"Guard. To prevent the Latvians from escaping after the chaos breaks out."

"So that's how it is." Fisk looked up to the sky and thought for a while. Indeed, that guy had a very low opinion of the Latvian militia.

According to Fisk's feeling, these militiamen don't believe in Odin, don't

If they dared to die on the battlefield because of the blood sacrifice, then they might not have the courage to fight to the end.

"Stay here!" Fisk ordered: "As the commander of the Riga garrison, I will grant you the mission again! Listen up boy, if any Latvian escapes, you will take your men to kill the deserter! If there is a problem with your position and the king blames you, your father will have nothing to say, and I will not explain it to you."

Now that the words had come to this point, he glanced at the faces of the Saaremaa Island Army: "Brothers! Your biggest task is to suppress the deserters and kill the deserters! Also! If the enemy launches a roundabout attack, you will fight back." enemy."

"Roar!" The soldiers responded with a tacit Viking battle cry.

"Brother, what are your cavalry plans?" Eric asked again.

"It's okay to tell you! I will go into the forest, sneak around the enemy's rear, and kick their butts hard with my boots, haha." With a confident smile, Fisk pulled into the reins: "Little brother, do a good job, and I will have you in the future." Great opportunity for meritorious service. Let's go!"

Therefore, Fisk led more than 500 riders into the forest at the fastest speed. He ordered the soldiers to take off their decorative blue-striped white robes as quickly as possible, revealing the gray-black plate armor underneath.

The cavalry also had to put away the feathers on the top of their helmets, and hide all the flags.

So when these two cavalry teams entered the forest, they suddenly turned into a brown-black tone, which roughly blended with the color of the tree trunks and the humus on the ground.

In the slightly sparse woodland, the Ross cavalry entered the shadow of the forest, but they could actually pass through in the dark

Through the gaps in the trees, the main force of the enemy army was gradually noticed.

"Idiots, are you really running non-stop for such a long distance? What is this, is it the so-called marathon of the king? You are really stupid enemies, and you have a lot of troops. Tch..."

Therefore, on the right bank of the Lielupe River, the more than 7,000 combatable militiamen of the Semigalia coalition of Namisis, their advancement was chaotic, and the soldiers barely gathered together and rushed forward. Now the soldiers who were really tired had no choice but to resume trotting all the wayadvancing in the posture of chasing prey and running to death with endurance.

Fisk was very happy that his people could secretly observe the enemy's movements, but the enemy obviously had no interest in the forest.

He didn't run far, and the cavalry stopped suddenly at his request.

"All dismount, let the horses rest! You rest too. By the way, open your water bags, and quickly feed the horses some water."

There was an ambush hidden in the forest, and Fisk moved fast enough so that Namisis who was marching did not notice anything unusual, or UU Reading www.uukanshu.com, or Namisis simply had no time to care about him.

because! Aren't those gathered under the inner city of Mezot the enemy's main force? !

Although a little tired, Namisis, who was still swayed by the rage, was extremely resolute. He still rode forward with his sword drawn: "Warrior! Attack! Kill all the Varyags! Kill all the Latvians!"

There is nothing to worry about anymore. The Semigalia army first spontaneously shrank its array, forming an army array in the shape of water droplets on a macro scale. If you look closely, the soldiers are in chaotic and dense positions.

It is a plan to use the chaotic "barbarian pig rush" tactic, hoping to overwhelm the enemy in World War I.

As they moved forward in unison, they suddenly began to accelerate, and the battle was imminent.

At the same time, the Ross Allied Forces suddenly fell into seriousness.

Facing the Semigallians who finally rushed to kill, the Ross-Latvian coalition forces were ready to fight the enemy.

"Here they come! Shield wall! Latvians, spears ahead! Karl, your cavalry archers have fired as many arrows as they can shoot!" Then he drew out his steel sword and prepared to fight with his brothers.