No one felt that this battle was bound to be a fierce battle. The soldiers of the Red-Eyed Swedish Allied Forces withdrew. After the tribal armies calmed down, they realized what had happened.

The dukes of all tribes gathered at the command post of King Olegin. As everyone was killed and injured, every one of his angry eyes burst out.

The leader of Yelmalen, Wenderson, changed his former calmness. He was so angry that he pushed a handful of Olekin, who was wearing his armour, and yelled: "You are an idiot! For your battle, my people are already half dead!" What do you want? You are only happy when my people are dead?"

At this moment, Carl came forward. He was not all about his king's father, mainly because this angry Wenderson insulted the entire Mellaren people.

Carl drew out his sword and slammed it against Wenderson's neck: "Old man, pay attention to the object of your humiliation!"

"Are you threatening me?!" While Carl was not paying attention, Wenderson took up his tomahawk and slapped Carl's sword aside, and asked Olekin, who was looking at something, "This is your attitude? We will die!"

Carl's recklessness immediately caused all the dukes to question, even the Duke of Uppsala, who had always been close to Mellaren, couldn't stand it.

Everyone needs a good explanation from Origen.

Olekin stabilized his mood and straightened his crown, even if he lost the attack, he was defeated!

He was heartbroken and even performed a scream: "You said that you have suffered heavy casualties, and our Mellaren people have suffered the most! My most elite black warriors have died a lot, and I still need them to go to Kalmar to fight a bad battle. Who would have thought that he would die here? The fortress is stumbling."

"Then what do you want to do? Keep fighting?" Wenderson asked.

"We must continue to fight, we must fight here, but also Kalmar. We have paid so many sacrifices, the blood of the dead warriors cannot be shed in vain."

"But if we win against them, don't we have to pay more, how sure are you?"

Wenderson asked repeatedly, and the implication could not be clearer-he meant to retreat and stop the loss.

No one said to his face that he would take his brothers to withdraw from the battle. After all, if he did withdraw, he would bear the notoriety of a coward, so don't even think about getting mixed up in the future. Everyone can't afford more losses, and Olekin is in desperate need of a smart plan.

The trick? Is there a clever plan?

The person who wears the golden crown in full view is not a wise man. Olekin has a plan for a long while: "It is clear now, and the weather will be good for many days in the future. Let the brothers rest well and have more bonfires to scare the enemy. Tomorrow we will Keep attacking! You have all seen that there has been a gap in their wall, we rushed up on the corpse, and we will win tomorrow!"

"Spoken lightly." Wenderson curled his lips contemptuously: "They have a lot of spears, and the gap is not big enough. Those who rush into it will only be killed one after another."

"You are afraid of death! Then let us Melaren continue to attack, so satisfied?!" Olekin's angry words did not satisfy everyone, and the command post was already filled with division.

Rurik was by his father's side, he saw the entire panorama of the infighting, and he also noticed an increasingly strange atmosphere.

Originally, Otto didn't want to intervene in the quarrels and complaints of these guys. The Ross people insisted that until now they were fulfilling the obligations of the alliance. Since they are destined to not get a lot of spoils directly in battle, why bother to talk.

But Rurik thought more far-reaching. If this pieced-up Swedish army collapses without laying down a fortress, will the Mlaren people continue to fulfill the previous contract? How can they repay the money willingly if they can't grab enough money?

"No! They can't win, the loss is me!"

Looking at the elements of Qian and Maizi, Rurik forcibly intervened in this quarrel.

At the cusp of the storm, Olekin found the straw, he grabbed the arm of Rurik who was interested in saying a few words, and dragged it to his side.

"Don't quarrel! It is said that this kid was blessed by Odin. If he has something to say, why don't we listen to him? You know, the arrows of the Roths really suppressed the enemy from throwing a lot of rocks."

After the battle, the Ross people really didn't have any casualties. They really didn't get any spoils, and no one was jealous and complained.

The dukes looked at each other and decided to hear what Rurik had in mind.

The noisy command post instantly quieted down, and a beautiful boy flicked his golden ponytail and began to question wisely.

"You guys, haven't you thought about the possibility of the enemy surrendering?"

This question made the already quiet room quieter.

It wasn't long before everyone came back to their senses, and the beating eyes showed that the parties did not think about it.

"I made a preliminary investigation. During the daytime battle, we died three hundred people, and the soldiers' bodies were piled up into a wall! Do you think that the enemy has nothing to lose? Didn't the five thousand arrows fired by our Rus hurt? One person? Do you really think that the enemy has to fight to the last person? You are all saying that your casualties are high, and in my opinion the enemy's situation is even worse."

"Then... what do you want?" Origen asked.

"Persuade them to surrender! Give them a chance to be a portrait." Rurik's round blue eyes stared at Origen's cracked face, deliberately flattering: "Great King, will your expedition bring death or gain more? Many allies. Now that you have recognized the servant status of the Voskars, even the Danish mercenaries have been used for your own use. Why don't you try to persuade the people from Borgholm fortress to surrender?"

"This"

"In my opinion, they know that after the city is broken, there is no doubt that they will die, so they fight desperately. You promised that as long as they surrender their belongings, the whole family will be saved from death, as long as they fight for us and attack Kalmar as a servant to give them the identity of an ally . Why do you completely destroy this fortress, you can make them all recognize you as their king."

Rurik didn't go on, he was afraid that on a whim, he would call Olegin an idiot in public.

When Olekin heard this, he slapped his old face vigorously: "Yes! I want to persuade them to surrender! I can canonize their leader as a duke, and then make them and the rest of the Voskars Together, go to Kalmar and fight with the locals. Yes! Just do it!"

Although many people were skeptical of this plan on the spot, Olekin really felt that he had found a good way. He ordered the doubters to shut up with the kingship, and he had confidence in the battle of tomorrow.

The number of casualties of the Swedish army was indeed as high as 300, and some of them were seriously injured. Although they were pulled back to the camp, they soon died by the campfire.

More than a hundred of the dead were Olegin's black-clothed soldiers. After a period of high-intensity combat, the strength of the Mellaren Army has been sharply reduced to 1,000! With the strength of the most elite so-called soldiers in black, there are only more than 200 men left.

Many of the recruited peasants put on the iron armor of the dead, which made them very powerful at first glance, but in fact they are strong outside and at the same time.

The most elite fighters often rushed the most fiercely. They undertook high-intensity battles and suffered huge losses. The overall strength of the Swedish army declined so severely, it was reasonable for the dukes to have the idea of fleeing. After all, so many sacrifices were made to attack a Borgholm fortress. Wouldn't it be more casualties for the next attack on Kalmar?

The night has finally come, and the summer solstice is approaching less than twenty days. The daylight hours in the land region have become extremely long, that is, coupled with the light obtained by the atmospheric scattering at dawn and evening, the daytime hours of the whole day have exceeded nineteen days. Hours!

The coalition forces began to attack the city at dawn, and the long attack reached the setting sun and emerged from the clouds.

The tired soldiers ate the dried fish and slept around the campfire. The casualties and mud are gone to hell!

The coalition has indeed entered their weakest moment. At this time, it should have been an opportunity for the defenders of Borgholm to play a defensive counterattack, but as Rurik said, the mentality of the Saxons has collapsed after the **** battle. edge. A group of strong men died in battle, and the women wept bitterly for their dead father and brother.

In the leader's home, Stein sat in a daze in silence while holding an ancestral bronze dagger in front of the oil lamp.

He felt that everything was over, and the destruction of the tribe would be tomorrow or the day after tomorrow. In short, men would be killed and women would become slaves...

He had the idea of self-decision, and suddenly the flames swayed, and his survival instinct drove him to dare not do it.

"We and the guys in the north have no grievances and no grudges, in order to put me to death? Can they accept my surrender, can they bypass my life? If they give them all their property, can they survive?"

In Stein's battered forehead, the surviving more than one hundred and fifty Mercenaries in Gotland, they were determined not to give their lives to the Saxons in vain.

At night, the whole world became quiet, and the sound of Haibo came from afar, making the silence of the night even deeper.

"Brothers, we can't give these idiots our lives anymore. Those northern guys are also asleep, we now slip out of the gap to grab the enemy's ship, and now the southwest wind is starting to blow again, we quietly return to our home island home! "

An old mercenary with status became the leader of the survivors. They grabbed their money and all slipped out at night. Although they are very tired, under the control of the desire to survive, they burst out with powerful vitality.

Just for speed and concealment, the escaped Gotland mercenaries threw away the heavy chain mail. They were either cloth or leather, carrying their own round shields, holding swords and axes in both hands, swarming. Leave the gap.

Their actions were naturally noticed by the people in the fortress, but everyone's mentality had collapsed, and there was nothing to care about, and they did not even inform their leader or any elder of the abnormal situation.

In the dark world, there are half-hidden moons and twinkling stars in the sky. The world is not really dark. Under the dim light, they can see a large number of ships near the shore.

The mercenaries with keen eyes understood their situation. The so-called northward coast had completely become an enemy camp, and the number of bonfires there was as large as the stars in the sky. Escape from there is the sheep into the wolf's mouth, so how to escape?

Their escape was not a casual escape. The cattle and sheep raised by the Saxons were driven into the fortress. The entire land island was relatively barren. They had difficulty finding enough food in the wilderness to support their stay. They had to find the boat quickly.

It is very necessary to win the attacker's ship, and it is also necessary to run to the sea.

This is not a coincidence, but a necessity!

The escaped Gotland mercenaries actually aimed at the Ross people camped on the west coast!

In fact, they couldn't see the specific strength of the Rus people in the dark. Considering that the number of bonfires there was relatively rare, the strength of the troops was also small. More importantly, if a guy with excellent eyesight sees some dark shadows near the sea, it must be a cargo ship!

There are more than one hundred and fifty brothers, and it is unrealistic to expect a few long boats to take everyone to escape. If a cargo ship is seized, it is really possible for everyone to squeeze into a ship and escape for their lives!

Feeling the great opportunity, they ignored all the risks, and they started dragging their tired figures into action.

However, the Ross people are not fools! Especially the Russ army, whose commander is Rurik, is completely different from other units in the coalition army.

Otto couldn't stand the dampness on the shore during this night, and he returned to the Aphrodite to sleep comfortably.

Considering that the Russian army will continue to fight tomorrow, Rurik ordered his men to bring a batch of iron cluster arrows, and gave all the soldiers the order-to sleep on the spot without leaving the body.

The camp of the Rus Army was in a ring, with Rurik's camp in the middle, and the elite soldiers on the periphery. Especially the mercenaries, they just want to fight tough battles, even if they camp, they must form a barrier facing the enemy's fortress, and the four torsion slingshots have also been moved here as a symbol of martial power.

The veterans of the mercenaries have been working for Gould for many years. Everyone has always been familiar with the "night patrol around the island", and now it is normal to be ordered to patrol the camp in rotation.

With their patrols, tired warriors can lie down on the shield and sleep a little, but they always have bows and crossbows beside them, holding the hilt of the sword and the axe in their right hand.

Looking at the direction of the stars, the rotating mercenaries always feel that the day is about to dawn. When the sun rises, everyone will usher in another big battle.

Suddenly, the atmosphere became wrong, and there was a strange noise not far away!

The rotation mercenary immediately knelt down in the dew-filled grass and saw many sneaky shadows.

"Are the messengers from the Mellarians coming at this time? Are they crazy?"

"They are not crazy. In my opinion, they are not from Mellaren."

"Who is that? It will never be the enemy?"

"It's the enemy!"

Several rotating mercenaries did not dare to speak up. With the help of thatch cover, they hurriedly climbed back to the camp and first awakened their boss Yevlo.

"What the **** is going on? It's not light yet." Yevlo was so angry that he got up.

"Boss! I see an enemy sneak attack."

Upon hearing the sneak attack, Jeflo looked like a cat with a blown up hair: "Did you see clearly?"

Several people hesitated, and they all expressed their opinions together: "In my opinion, it is a sneak attack by the enemy. Although..."

"Then do it! I'll just notify Rurik, and you will wake up all their brothers."

As a veteran fighter, Jeflo's intuition on the battlefield gave the Rus an opportunity. This is on the battlefield! Any hesitation or laziness can lead to death, even if it is a misunderstanding at the end, it is not an exaggeration for the entire camp to enter a state of preparation.

Rurik was awakened, and even Carlotta, who was lying next to him, was also picked up. Yevlo ignored any etiquette when it was a matter of life and death.

"Damn! Why don't they fight the Mellarians? Don't you think we are bullied by the Russ with fewer troops?!" Liurik, who got up angrily, heard that the enemy had a sneak attack at dawn, and immediately ordered: "Archery! Desperately! Archery! Give me a crossbow and I will shoot one myself! Defeat the enemy before alarming my father."

The fugitive Gotland mercenaries who were getting closer and closer to the Rus camp, as the sky slowly turned blue, they always felt that the situation was a bit delicate. They gradually understood the camp ahead, and were pleased that the camp was not big. Although the prepared brothers were exhausted, the sudden attack killed them all and then seized the ships. I want to come here with a very high success rate.

Suddenly, a loud voice asked in the wind: "Who are you! Are you from Mellaren? Or who?"

This question simply denied the extravagant hopes of the fugitives. "Crap! They found out that we were sneaking?!"

The leader instantly felt that he must take a firm decision. He suddenly put the buckler on his arm and raised his battle axe high and shouted: "Brothers, we have been found! Crush! Crush them!"

At least in the field, these Gotlanders have good self-confidence.

Suddenly, there was a roar in the air, followed by a violent impact.

The boss was shocked to discover that three of the charging brothers were knocked down in strange positions by unknown objects, and their shields were shattered!

It's not over yet, the sound of searching suddenly came from the sky, and it was already too late when they found that arrows were falling from the sky.

The longbowmen from Elronburg began to release arrows. They are the second round of attack force since the torsion slingshot.

In the third round, the attackers' iron cluster crossbows were also thrown. The steel-armed crossbow forcibly fired the light crossbows. The Gotland lost the shield protection and hit more than a dozen arrows.

"Change heavy arrows! Chase them!" Rurik shouted sharply, holding a light wooden crossbow ~www.mtlnovel.com~ and more than 30 people responded at once.

The next battle was already free shooting. The fighters holding the steel-armed crossbow launched a charge. They shot while running. The powerful heavy crossbow arrows made the Gotland attacker's wooden shield a decoration, and the cluster of arrows directly pierced the heart, even Drilling out of the back, the arrow hitter loses the ability to fight on the spot, and will inevitably die after constant blood loss...

It's not over yet, the torsion slingshot finally completed the tense reloading, and the second round of shooting directly killed four people and almost injured the friendly army.

With arrows and slingshots, the Ruths were simply awaiting attacks, making the sneak attackers ambush.

Rurik felt that he had hit another enemy, and he was not sure of the outcome in the dim light, but it was undeniable that the attacker was the group of enemies defending the city. Although he did not know his motive, the so-called raid had been completely defeated.

Soon, the warriors with swords and shields swarmed up and killed dozens of attackers who were frightened by the rain of arrows.

"Stop it all! Leave a few livelihoods and ask them for details!" It wasn't until Rurik personally intervened to avoid the fate of more than 20 attackers who had given up resistance being beaten to death by the "lack of entertainment" by the Ross army. But they were also generally interrupted, and their teeth were covered with blood...