Jeflo took his guys to gather up the various arrows launched in the wilderness, and carefully checked every dead enemy, and met the dying guy directly to make up the knife.

During this process, the deceased's pocket was stuffed with a large amount of silver coins. The abnormal situation made the brothers happy and immediately suspicious.

Yevlo stopped a few tricks of stuffing silver coins into his pockets: "Don't be greedy for ink, you guys don't behave badly."

The soldiers had no choice but to put all the silver coins they found in the same bag, and Evlo would dedicate them to the master.

The battlefield is being cleaned, some of the corpses have been dragged together, and the Ross soldiers are stacking them continuously.

The enemy of the sneak attack is dead. Burning it or burying it in the sea is a waste of time. Rlik claims that he is not a ruthless person, so build a Jingguan and seal the earth into a cemetery.

Those attackers who were lucky enough to survive, their situation is not any better.

They suffered a serious skin injury, and the morning sun shone on their ugly bruised faces, facing the contemptuous onlookers of a large group of Ross people. They really don't care, they just want to die quickly and end the humiliation soon.

But Rurik really didn't want to waste a lot of labor in vain.

He personally interrogated the captives, and as expected, he learned important information about the Borgholm Fortress.

As he estimated, after yesterday's **** battle, the resistance of the fortress's defenders almost collapsed, and even no one was interested in fleeing. It's like giving a knife to the neck of the fat sheep. The wound can't be considered large, but the fat sheep still lost blood and died.

The corpses covered in that gap are the will to resist the fortress's defenders lost!

The sun had already risen, and Otto landed in a dangling manner in the boat that was lowered on the big ship, and any waves of the sea did not wet his boots.

Otto knew nothing about the battle at dawn, and only after he landed did he see the result of the victory after the war.

Seeing a small mountain bag stacked with corpses near the camp, he was shocked and shivered all over his body.

Otto subconsciously squeezed the hilt of the sword, and questioned the soldiers who flocked to him: "Hey! Who can tell me what happened?"

After a while, Rurik, who was standing next to a group of prisoners bound by ropes, met his father with a confident and strange smile.

"It's incredible, the camp was actually attacked!"

Rurik replied calmly: "Yes."

"The results of it?"

"As you can see. We solved all the enemies without any injuries. We captured more than a hundred axes and swords, and even a lot of silver coins."

"Are these the attackers?" Otto glanced contemptuously at the people who were tied up, as if he were looking at the slaughtered sheep. "Who are they? Oh, they must be in the fortress."

"They are Gotlanders."

"What? Gotland?! Why?"

"Dad, I asked for a lot of information. There are Saxons in the fortress of Borgholm. These Gotlanders are serving as mercenaries for those people. Let me tell you now..."

Saxons, this is really a strange term for Otto.

Many fighters who took part in the battle spontaneously moved closer to their leader, and the conversation was full of joy.

Hearing his son's introduction, the counterattack against the raid was completely accomplished by a short arrow shot. Although there is no such enjoyment as a close blood battle, the efficiency of killing the enemy and the zero casualty rate of one's own side are really no more than a beautiful victory. .

Otto listened to Rurik's explanation, and fully understood yesterday's arrow support. The archer was blocked by the high wall and could not see the situation in the fort. At that time, the Gotland mercenaries who defended the city paid a lot. Big loss.

It was a whole day of fighting. Five hundred Gotland mercenaries died and only a hundred people were left. They intentionally attacked and robbed the ship of the "significantly weaker" Ross people to escape from the battlefield at dawn. Of annihilation.

When they found themselves exposed to the terrible arrow rain again, the last bit of fighting will basically collapsed.

Otto's deep eyes looked at the fortress not far away. Because of the overall low elevation of land Island, his own eyesight was also good. Looking at the obvious gap in the fortress, the death warrior's sword, axe, and iron armor were all there. Reflecting the golden light of the sun.

"Ah! It looks like Olekin is about to win this year, and the enemy has no will to resist."

Rurik also turned his head and looked at the fortress: "Olekin should try to persuade him to surrender! If he can avoid the fight, he will surrender the opponent, he should try so. The fight continues without meaning, just like these twenty Captives, I decided to spare their lives."

As soon as this remark came out, hope suddenly germinated in the eyes of the mentally collapsed captive!

Otto looked at these hateful guys contemptuously, curled his mouth to express rejection.

"why?"

"Because your uncle was killed by these Gotlanders. Don't think that they don't understand us. Our war with them cannot be ended easily. We still have to take revenge."

"But..." Rurik pointed at the pile of corpses. "At least too many enemies have died here. Maybe we should postpone our revenge. These men can do things for us as slaves."

"Slave? At least not now." Otto's heart was hard as a rock: "You don't need mercy now, you don't need it at all. They must die."

"No! I object, they can go logging and do a lot of things."

"You don't want to do it? Then I'll help you."

"No. If they must die, we don't have to do it personally. Give them to Olekin and let that guy do it."

Otto sighed deeply: "I think you just don't want your hands to be bloody, no matter, someone will do it for you. Rurik, you remember, your kindness is always good, but this We don't need any captives in this battle. You should imagine how many people will be killed by them if the brothers become lazy? Today I will teach you that a man must be cruel, like an iron ingot."

Hearing this, Rurik couldn't say anything with a grin.

The killing of the captives simply made Rurik, who had received another education, a shame, but for the group of typical Vikings around, everyone's thoughts were very simple. Revenge is revenge, and you must be simple and straightforward in doing things.

Someone needs to find that these guys who turned out to be useless after surrendering information, Otto clearly pointed at the two boys: "Kanuf, Fisk. Your boss can't bear to do it yourself, now you go!"

At least Kanuf hesitated, and Fisk went straight into Otto.

Otto threw a dagger to the boy at random: "Now take revenge for your father who died in battle."

The dagger was stuck in the ground, but Fisk calmly removed the sword on his back. He quickly held a long sword in his hand: "Big Chief, this is my father's sword. Now I want to use it for revenge."

"Excellent, do it!"

Fisk is extremely proactive, and Kanuf's timidity makes Otto some worry. The power of the new generation of the Ross tribe must be brave. Otto can say that Haroldoson has never been timid or hesitant when fighting. Why is his little son timid?

Twenty captives were covered with cloth strips and were assassinated by Fisk one after another. The Ross soldiers and mercenary fighters onlookers applauded them. But this horrible scene shocked all the Corvin warriors from the Grey Squirrel Tribe in Fort Elon.

Rurik really didn't want to say anything, he simply ignored the execution for a while. Hearing the unbridled clamor of the soldiers, they obviously have no compassion, or that night is unnecessary, their kindness has become a different kind.

But Rurik rushed forward and kicked Fisk away again, who was about to stab his sword. "Enough! The last guy spared his life. We will take the captives and tell Olegin the details of the enemy."

The red-eyed bald Fisk couldn't listen to Rurik's words at all. He wanted to continue hacking, but Rurik immediately grabbed the hilt of his sword.

"Then stop here!" Otto yelled, as if everything was over.

At this moment, Rurik, who was still holding the blood-stained sword, sat cross-legged on the ground, really unhappy with what he thought.

Because there is a principled problem here, that is, he is clearly a "battlefield commander" who was granted power by his father, how come he has no power now?

He gritted his teeth and faced Otto with a commanding tone: "If you encounter this kind of thing next time, you must listen to my opinion. In my opinion, the constant use of force will only cause the Gotlanders to completely fall to Denmark. People, since we were allies, we should try to bring them back. I don't want all the Gotlanders to be killed. We should admit their surrender, at least let them be slaves, but kill them.

Otto didn't change his face: "I expected you to think like this. The Gotland people are different. They killed my brother and I will have revenge for the rest of my life. If your cousin is present, he will not Hesitate to do it. You see, your Fisk is so decisive. This kid will also be one of my Ross's fierce fighters in the future. You should be happy."

"That's all. I hope that Gotland Island can surrender to us and hand in tribute to us every year. The northern waters of the island are our fishing grounds. Rather than completely destroying them, this is the biggest thing for us and the Mlaren people. Different, we are not, and should not be pirates, we are the Duchy of Ross. Under my rule, I will let the Gotlanders kneel before me and swear allegiance. I don't want to face the bones. So, Dad, I must be sure. one thing."

"What's the matter?"

"If I were a military commander in normal battles, I should have enough power, and how to deal with prisoners is also my power."

"Huh?" Otto suddenly realized, "You mean, I did something wrong?"

"In the future battles, I will listen to my arrangements, and I can do all this. The prisoners caught again, no one is allowed to kill them without my permission."

Otto didn't approve or refuse, he didn't say anything, and looked at the fortress with deep eyes, as if he had made a acquiescence.

The last prisoner was tied more tightly, and he was led to the Mlaren army camp (and eventually he was cut off by Karla).

The Ross army came carrying their crossbows, and Otto also presented the prisoner of war. The appearance of the prisoners really surprised Olekin, and he learned a lot about the fortress.

The dukes present are all preparing for a battle for a while, but the battle may not be able to fight.

Olekin decided to put on his armor and take his entourage to persuade him to surrender himself. If he succeeds, the fortress will be defeated today.

No one realized that the Russ had easily defeated the enemy's sneak attack. Everyone's focus was on the empty situation inside the enemy. All of a sudden, everyone had great hopes for the success of persuading surrender.

The soldiers of the Swedish army have all awakened. They moved their stiff bodies and ate boring fish and dried fruit belly. Many people imagined that they could hunt some wild deer to fight their teeth. However, this bare island might hunt a few rabbits at most.

In yesterday's **** battle, the soldiers who had been in a panic after a night of rest, their mood improved a lot. After eating, revenge for the brothers who died in the battle became the purpose of everyone in the fight, although Fort Borgholm was only a temporary stronghold to attack.

Olekin was full of confidence. He looked at the dukes: "I repeat to you, I hope those Saxons, oh, it seems to be the name. As long as those Saxons surrender to us, they will no longer be enemies. They are. Fighting for me and attacking Kalmar, we will spare their lives. But their wealth has to be used to redeem their lives, and your tribes don't have to worry about not getting any money.

A still large army was assembled. They gathered on the beach in the north of the fort, facing the gap covered by the corpse and did not make a fatal blow.

However, the inside of Borgholm fortress was already wailing, and a blond man shirtless, under the sad gaze of his people, ready to die generously.

Stein Sachsson, with his ancestral bronze dagger, just didn't take any of his followers, and he wanted to sign an alliance with the enemy under the city.

At this moment, Olekin brought only more than a dozen reminders, and swaggered closer to the gap.

I saw a man with a bare back standing on the gaped pile of gray corpses. He held up his hands and the dagger, shouting as he walked: "I am the leader, I want to see your leader!"

Stein quickly noticed Olekin, who was tightly dressed and well-dressed. Because Olekin's helmet still had a few feathers dyed with dye, he looked extremely noble.

Stein walked cautiously, seeing that the soldiers in black were on guard and full of steps.

Olekin raised his hand to relax his subordinates: "Don't be stupid, this man has been scared out of his nerves, he has no hostility."

He stood proudly with his waist and toes, and when the shirtless man got close enough, he yelled, "Are you a Saxon? Are you the leader of the fortress?"

Stein was taken aback and answered calmly: "Yes."

"Put down your weapons and kneel down! Climb in front of me like a dog!"

Asking a soldier to kneel down to be a hound, Stein felt the humiliation, but he had no choice. He knelt down, and pulled out the well-maintained bronze sword and inserted it into the mud.

Olekin saw that the sword was unusual at a glance, "Wait! Hold your sword and climb in front of me!"

Stein had no choice but to do so, so he knelt and held his sword, and was finally seized by Olekin.

"What a strange sword, it is actually bronze. It is indeed a treasure."

Stein immediately said: "I am Stein, the leader of the Saxons of Borgholm. I ask the ruler of the North to forgive our lives. You can take our wealth, but please forgive my people's lives. . If you are kind enough, we will be loyal to you..."

Seeing this surrendered man and the sword in his hand, Olekin was overjoyed.

He deliberately said: "I am the king of Sweden, which is what you call the ruler of the north. I know that you are Saxons. You submit to Denmark. This is your sin! Anyone who submits to Denmark is my enemy, but you With such a sincere surrender, I can promise you that the lives of you and your people will be guaranteed."

"My benevolent king, thank you..."

"But." Olekin said sharply: "I can canonize you as my duke. Before that, you must prove your loyalty by action. Those Gotland mercenaries escaped, do you know? All those guys have been I killed it easily. At least your wooden wall cost me. My soldiers are very angry. You need to use enough wealth to calm their anger!"

Stein had anticipated this for a long time, and he had no choice but to completely agree with him when he was a fish and a knife. "Yes! I am willing to take out all my wealth to redeem the lives of my people."

"Not only that! I will attack Kalmar, just because you are an obstacle. You are not Gotlanders, let alone Danes. I want you to organize an army to fight for me. You only have to kill enough Danes. To prove true loyalty."

To be honest, Stein didn't want to be an enemy of the Danes. After all, he was close enough to the Danish forces and far away from Lake Mlaren in the north. The price of trying to not guilty at both ends was offending both. He found that he did not even have the right to choose a side. In order to survive his tribe, he must stand in the camp of the Swedes.

"Yes! I will organize soldiers to fight for you."

"Okay!" Olekin is indeed a generation older than this Stein. He stroked this person's head and promised: "Let your people come out without any weapons, young and old. Don't worry, God is staring. With us, I swear in the honor of the king that I will fulfill my promise. Let them all come out, otherwise after my people rush in, they will find that those who have not come out will be killed as enemies."

The Saxons had no choice at all, and Stein was released back, and after a while, someone began to cautiously step on the corpse and leave from the gap. They are indeed bare-handed, not even carrying anything to eat. Women, women and children gathered together, and they sat on the ground waiting for an unknown destiny.

Stein himself was still shirtless, and he cautiously asked Olekin what would happen next.

"Let your people sit obediently and don't think about running away. I will restrain your men from attacking you, and you will restrain your people from doing stupid things. Anyone who dares to violate my orders will be killed. I will dispatch. My elite warriors protect you. As for this fortress, it is now mine."

protection? It is indeed protection, and it is also surveillance.

After the war, as many as 1,800 men, women and children of the fortress were withdrawn. They did pay a great price in the **** battle, but the core of the tribe did not collapse. They were simply beaten by the **** battle and lost their fighting spirit, but in fact they still have the power to fight.

Olekin really did not think that the so-called persuasion of surrender had become an enemy's begging for surrender. Both sides of uukanshu.com were willing to make peace, and the truce naturally came together.

As the king of Sweden, he approached the gap proudly, watching a large number of corpses at close range and covering his mouth.

"Damn, money and food are in the fortress, these people who died in battle... brothers, remove the bodies, put them on the boat and burn them in the sea! May their souls rest in the underworld..."

The corpses were cleaned up, and the tribes began to claim their own corpses and bury them in their own way. Nothing was more important than looting an empty fortress.

So far, Borgholm fortress has gone through three days of war and ended with the surrender of the defending survivors.

In this way, only in terms of strength, due to the addition of a group of Saxons, the strength of the Swedish army increased, and Olekin regained the confidence to attack Kalmar. Because of the Voskars servants and the Saxon survivors, and even the few Danish mercenaries who have survived so far, the three parties all claimed that the Kalmar settlement does not have a large-scale wall.

Without the **** difficult wall, Olekin and the Swedish army's biggest worries disappeared.