In the woods, the ever-strong combat force is approaching the village that is behind the occupation. By the way, everyone was still asleep at this time, and if a sneak attack were to happen, the loss would be too great.

At the time of the crisis, a sentinel finally thought that he was still carrying a small horn, so he blew his cheeks while running.

The melodious trumpet resounded in the woods, it was not sound at all, and some were just shocked by those who were awakened.

Arik seemed to have been stung by a scorpion, and a harrier stood up with a sword when he turned over. He knew that the horn was not blown indiscriminately, and no madman would blow it. Horn means great danger!

Jeflo even shook the sleeping Rurik abruptly.

"Oh, what's going on." Rurik, who got up, was very angry.

"My lord! It's the enemy! You listen to the trumpet."

"The enemy?" Rurik was still confused.

At the time of the crisis, Jeflo couldn't take care of so much. He pinched his master's face vigorously: "Sir, you will soon wake up, we are about to fight."

"Ah!" Hearing the word war, Rurik cheered up instantly. After he had finished fighting, he suddenly drew out his sword. The people who once slept like a dead pig, now they all picked up the shield and sword under Arik's call.

"Shield wall! Prepare!" Arik shouted with a sword. At this moment, Rurik's cousin looked like God of War possessed.

The people of the tribe also made amazing roars rhythmically, the loose state disappeared, and they were gradually gathering into a whole group and beating people. Soon, Rurik also entered this group.

The sudden situation made Rurik very nervous, thinking that he did not equip his subordinates with a crossbow, and faced an unknown enemy, he lacked the confidence to win.

Arik is not!

Arik, who had been put on the shiny silver chain mail, shouted with his sword: "Brothers! Those with chain mail stand at the forefront and those who don't stand behind. Form a dense formation!"

The Rus retreated to the outside of the village, close to the position of their ship, they constructed a semi-circular formation, which can converge into a circle in the most critical place. This is the usual defensive tactics used by the Russ. The main point is to stand upright here and let the enemy attack first, and then defensively counterattack. Once the enemy is in chaos, the team will spread out and pursue it.

Does Arik think of any more advanced tactics? Absolutely not.

Due to the limitations of his personal vision, he can only lead his brothers to confront the enemy with rigid tactics. What's more, they don't know the specific strength of the enemy. What kind of enemy will emerge from that dark forest? I am afraid that the battle is inevitable, and there is no reason to avoid it. The Ross people have become very conservative under the leadership of Arik.

Finally, someone began to emerge from the forest.

"Be careful, those are our mercenaries, let them in!"

Arik's instructions avoided accidental injury, and the mercenaries who tried their best to keep calm got into the formation, and began to report to Rurik and Arik one after another.

All the mercenaries who withdrew were telling the same thing, and an unknown number of enemies were advancing towards the village.

The situation became a bit tricky, and Arik gritted his teeth, sweat oozing from his forehead.

If a battle can be avoided, then don't take the initiative to fight, Rurik suggested; "Brother, if...if possible, we should retreat, the ship is behind us."

"It's this time, you actually want to run away?!" Gritting Arik lowered his head and said viciously: "If I run away, my brothers will call me a coward. Brother, do you think I can run?"

"Then fight the unknown enemy?"

"Fight! They are coming anyway. Rurik, you are really right, we were really attacked by them. You did a good job. If there is no sentry, we will be done."

Rurik didn't have any joy. Since the cousin and the other guys insisted on fighting an unknown enemy, the big guy was full of confidence, and he was so stupid that he would retreat at this point.

He settled down, thinking that he was a person who had experienced a battle. How could he be afraid of another battle?

However, this battle was not in the plan at all, and it was actually a hastily challenge.

Just as the Ross people were preparing to meet the enemy, Rurik quickly rectified his mercenaries: "We do not take the initiative to participate in the battles of the Ross fighters. Your task is to protect my safety. You must follow my order, or proceed. Support or do other things. Give them the merits of killing the enemy, and all of you are not allowed to grab the merits."

Jeflo was very surprised: "My lord, are we just watching other people fighting?"

"Don't you understand what I mean? You are my people, and now I must protect my safety! Whether to enter the war, completely obey my orders! Remember that your master is me, not my cousin!"

Lurik especially emphasized who is the master to Jeflo, because he was worried that Jeflo's long-term plunder had been too familiar with Arik. Even if the two sides have a difference in respect and inferiority, both of them are too familiar. It is the actual comrade-in-arms who hacked together, and it is natural to have friendship with each other. Having said that, if Jeflo feels that Arik is worthy of respect and following, it is his own loss and failure.

In the final analysis, self-interest is human nature, especially in times of crisis. Rurik felt that his cousin and those brothers were determined to win, and he couldn't make trouble.

Besides, although the mercenaries did not bring crossbows, they at least had short wooden bows in their hands. Even if its quality was poor, firing arrows for firepower harassment could bring good results.

Now, the burning bonfire is still crackling, and a noisy crowd has begun not far away.

The Ross fighters who were ready to reorganize their formation were all determined with frowning.

They are mainly soldiers who settled on Tombstone Island, all of them are veterans who have crawled out of the sea of learning. Their strong confidence supports the confidence of victory in the decisive battle with the unknown enemy.

Finally, the enemy appeared!

At dawn, the sun is almost ready to emerge, and the east has become gleaming golden.

A faint morning mist filled the forest, and a large group of men dressed in animal skins and rough linen emerged from the dark green dark forest.

Correct! They are men! The tall, unkempt image, holding a short spear and a small shield, proved their identity as a man.

"Pay attention! The enemy is coming!" Arik roared vigilantly.

The first warrior squatted up in a hurry, and the swords they held were attached to the edge of the buckler, even though they were slamming the enemy. Some short spears were almost on their shoulders, and the rusty but sharp spearheads pointed straight ahead. For the entire formation, the cover in space has double the strength in the realistic sense. But it's not over yet! The strong man in the last row holds the modified long-handled axe, waiting for the opportunity to support the frontline fighters, and giving the enemy a flowering peck.

If they set up a banner, they would be more like a centurion team in the classical period, Rurik thought.

More and more enemies walked out of the woods, and through the narrow gaps in the human wall, Rurik saw the appearance of those people.

Those were people with obvious brown hair. Many men also had a twine tied to their foreheads, which seemed to keep their hair from getting too messy.

Almost all of them were clothed in leather. Rurik couldn't see what animal skin it was. Could it be that the black look was from a wild boar? There can be large areas of black leather, either wild boars or bears. As long as they can kill these two dangerous animals, he doesn't believe these people are weak.

Fortunately, Rose's chainmail sword and shield hand gave Rurik a strong confidence.

There were indeed many enemies. They held short spears and walked cautiously in their own villages, with a strong sense of tension, approaching the fully prepared Ruths.

They are mostly spearmen, but they are not very organized. Their so-called short spears do not have any technical and tactical performance, I am afraid they only have to poke a means to kill the enemy.

A single spearman is lucky. Only by organizing a group of spearmen, it is best to form a spear wall in order to exert a strong combat effectiveness.

If they were a group of flintlockers equipped with bayonets, this aggressive advance like a skirmisher could really give the enemy a sense of oppression. Unfortunately, they are just a group of armed men like a mob.

Among them, there are many people holding axes and daggers, as well as those with weapons that resemble javelins.

Archers are even more indispensable, that is, they are small in number, and the equipped bows are essentially the same as the short wooden bows that the Rus people have.

How many people are there in the enemy?

Arik, who covered half of his torso and half of his face with a round shield, stared wide and estimated the number of enemies.

His preliminary estimate came to a very crazy conclusionare there five hundred enemies?

Five hundred enemies? How can it be? Can this small village live with five hundred men?

Arik suddenly thought that perhaps this unknown place for himself and the people had already been developed by these "Baltic people".

Until this moment, facing an enemy several times his own, Arik thought of the advice of his uncle, the leader of Ross, Otto: "Don't sleep on the beaches in the south while Sorgon is sailing, and don't take the initiative to fight the Baltic people ."

"Damn, I went to stay at the Baltic people's house, these guys, they must destroy us at all costs!"

Arik set his conviction. He didn't feel that the two sides needed to mediate, but should fight fiercely when they met.

Arik knows nothing about the situation in this area, and that's why he decided to refuse any negotiations. If the opponent doesn't attack first, he will take the initiative to attack with his brothers for honor.

When a large number of armed villagers, under the apparent command of their leader, deliberately maintained about 100 meters with the Rose Shield Wall (the limit range of light arrows fired by a general inferior short wooden bow), they all stopped. .

Or because of the huge number of people, the villagers are not in a hurry to attack suddenly.

Also, because the Russ did not destroy any house, and there is no obvious damage to the village, many villagers naively think that the uninvited guest is not really murderous.

However, the fear of attackers from the sea is imprinted in the hearts of every villager.

It is precisely because of this factor that people who happened to run offshore to catch sight of the approaching long boat went crazy and ran back to call the police.

A gray-haired old man leaned on a walking stick, and under the leadership of a few sword-bearing men, boldly approached the array of Ross people.

The old man spoke; "Who are you! What are you going to do? If you are unwilling to answer, just go!"

However, Arik didn't understand it at all.

Perhaps the old man did not realize the language barrier between the two sides, so he continued to release the olive branch. Although some villagers found unlucky feces at home, their anger towards outsiders will not lead to battle. But when the cellar was opened, many villagers were really angry. The initial innocence also disappeared.

fight? The number of villagers who dominate is true.

But the village elder persuaded the leader to stand still, and he tried to persuade the outsiders with his own strength. If you pay a reasonable price to avoid a big battle, the old man thinks it's a good deal. Because he will always remember the "Varyag raids" he experienced when he was young, and he also knew that the attackers once went deep along the river, and eventually settled in the Great Lakes in the south.

The old man called for a peace with his vicissitudes of life. In short, the villagers deliberately let the Ross people go.

Rurik was behind the line, and he himself enjoyed the best safety under the protection of mercenaries like iron buckets.

Yevlo heard the old man's words clearly, and he muttered in surprise: "Strange, I understand them."

"Huh? You understand?" Rurik was taken aback.

"Yes, it's like I can understand the words of the Kewen people. Oh, yes! Of course I can understand!" Yevlo stamped his foot: "The land on the north of the sea is actually my hometown, and the land on the south I know where I live. Who are you! They have some connections with me, they are estors."

Jeflo called those people Aitas, and Rurik was very sensitive to this so-called "Aita" term. I am afraid that he is the inherent term of the "Eastern" of action in the ancient Ugel language. The deer breeders, scientific scholars, and Finns are still the current guys. They are all ancestors.

With the proof of Jeflo, Rurik fully confirmed that those guys were the ancestors of Estonia.

Yevlo said cautiously: "If I can, I want to go out and talk to them. If they can pay a tribute, why should we fight?"

Rurik thought it was really this to the end, but...

He sighed: "This army belongs to my cousin. If those are my people, of course I will let you take a look. Jeflo, give up your illusions and prepare to fight!"

To be honest, Jeflo didn't want to fight these people. However, many things in the world can not be changed by personal will.

For example, the heavily armed Arik refused any negotiation from the beginning, and he saw that the other party was poorly equipped. Even though there were many enemies, he was not the prey that he had hacked.

The old man changed his words and moved forward.

Arik shook his head, and ordered his next spear-thrower: "The battle is inevitable. Punch it to death!"

As a result, three spear-bearing warriors threw their short spears, or harpoons more appropriate.

They are the masters of Spearfishing, and it is not difficult to kill the enemy by the same method.

The old man came with a peaceful purpose, but he pulled out and lay on the ground, covered his spear with his hands, and died in a blank mind.

An elderly villager died like this!

The leader of the village, who didn't report much hope for negotiations and negotiations, could no longer control his emotions when he saw this.

The volcano finally erupted!

The leader's eyes must burst out of his eye sockets, UU reading www. uukanshu.com He raised his spear high and let out a battle roar.

The Estonian villagers are passionate, and their childhood is full of parents telling about the suffering caused by the Varangans who crossed the sea. In order to avoid a repeat of the tragedy, they decided to fight to the death. They are indeed confident. Compared with the tragedies of decades ago, they now have a large number of iron weapons put into battle, and there is also an iron ore upstream of the river that produces a steady stream of iron.

Ironware builds their confidence and can also earn some wealth through trade between tribes.

In this way, two ethnic groups that have never met, the Rus and the ancient Estonians, had their first encounter in history.

However, strictly speaking, the Rus have no knowledge of the Estonians.

These Estonian villagers assumed that the visitor was the Varange, and the elder was already dead, and died very suddenly. The villagers gave up all their illusions, and they began to attack actively.

The information between the two sides is not equal, and even if they can't resolve each other's strengths and armed forces, what will the battle be like?