A group of earth-yellow madmen, holding axes and spears, rushed towards the broken front of the Baisha Hong Kong Army.

Although the morale of the Baisha Port army had collapsed, but the opponent rushed too fast, those soldiers who wanted to escape but had no time had to stand beside their wailing friends and took up weapons to resist desperately.

Resistance is just an instinct that does not want to die, and the barbaric and unruly fighting is completely unfolded.

The spear pierced the body, the axe cut off an arm, and even the oak shield was split into two sections.

The soldiers at Baisha Port were at a loss in the arrow rain. They wanted to change something, but saw that the Rus's army was so tightly formed that no one started to take the brothers to counterattack, so they had to be passively beaten here.

Now, the aggrieved people finally have a chance to fight back.

The clothes were so simple that they didn't even have leather armor, and they began to suffer losses.

They traveled almost ten kilometers, their feet were tired, and they rested briefly when the crossbowmen were shooting arrows.

They are not energetic, but deep in the battlefield, they are caught in a completely chaotic close hand-to-hand fight.

The reason why the brave wins in the narrow road, the flag captain Heliger still knows.

"Merlaren! Protect our flag from the enemy! Kill the Gotland as much as possible, and even those who vomit blood on the ground will not let it go."

He needs to use a victory to prove his strength to the Rus. They do not represent the Mlaren tribe, but only represent themselves, to prove their worth with victory. A hearty victory, holding the enemy's head in one hand, is to join Rose's name.

Very young Mellaren fighters, they may be only fourteen years old. After walking for a long time, they suddenly died on this battlefield.

Others were extremely brave, slashing and killing multiple enemies in a row, and finally they were hit and killed by a harpoon.

Only Heliger was the leader of private soldiers when they were young, but this year they are older. They don't use brute force to fight, but use skillful swordsmanship to kill the enemy.

A small number of elites could not change the overall mediocrity. Gradually, the soldiers of Baisha Port realized that this group of "pirates" who had killed them was somewhat different from the Ross people they had encountered before.

The blood-stained leader Walmon, five Merlaren warriors died under his sword.

He wiped blood from his face and shouted in his throat: "Idiots! Why are you running away? The enemy has powerful arrows, but their soldiers are idiots. Charge with me!"

The people who fled back to the earth wall became more and more ashamed, seeing that the almost collapsed front could still persist, and they turned back to fight.

There are also people who have fled back to the port settlement. They are pushed back by angry women. Hundreds of young women have picked up a sheep-driving stick, a mowing sickle, a cutting axe, or simply a stick. Rushed to the battlefield mightily.

There are five hundred female fighters joining the battle, they are really amateurs, and some are only women's limited brute force.

They are extremely realistic again. Men can't stand it anymore. How significant is it for them to escape by boat? They are men's subordinates, and without the protection of men, they are a kind of big fat sheep in this world.

Well, it might as well give it a go. They joined the battle tragically, and soon, the Mellaren warrior with blood-colored eyes realized that it was a woman who had died under his sword.

They just feel strange and show no mercy to their subordinates.

The axe cut by women is as deadly as they are. Since they are fighters, they must be aware of the death of war. The Mellaren people assassinate them just because they must survive victoriously.

There were more and more corpses on the ground, the blood gathered into a terrible stream of rust, the white sand turned red, and the soldier's white face was mixed with blood and sweat, roaring and wailing one after another.

The flag of the Melaren Banner team did not move on, and the people behind Rurik and others clearly saw this.

"It's weird, I thought the enemy was destroyed by my arrow, they are still holding on?" Rurik frowned.

Harrodsson remonstrated: "The Mellaren people are unbearable. I will bring my brothers up to end the battle."

"Alright." Ruriek looked up at the sky: "Try hard and end the battle before dark."

"okay!"

Harrodsson was about to lead the Ross fighters into battle, and Ruriek hurriedly gave them detailed tasks.

Rose's Warriors Second Flag team and Rurik's elite mercenaries were ordered to be divided into three parts to press on, enveloping the entire battlefield.

Try to kill the enemy's vitality as much as possible. This is Rurik's tactics.

He doesn't want to kill them all. If there is an enemy begging for mercy, proper forgiveness is okay. Because of the Russian army, some captives are needed as ready-made labor.

Rurik drew his dagger, "Brothers, let's go! Remember, those who surrender don't kill, you will be rewarded when you catch me!"

The whole army began to attack, and the team became looser. Together with the Corvin warriors, they clung to the melee warriors with their bows and crossbows. As they approached the battlefield, they began to wait for the opportunity to shoot.

When Walmon, the last leader of Baisha Port, realized that he had been outflanked by the Ross, it was too late.

There are still more than 600 men and women fighting.

The casualties of the Melaren Banner team were unexpected. Nearly 200 of the 600 fighters have lost the ability to fight.

The intensity of the fighting between the two sides continued to decrease as the soldiers became more exhausted, until Rurik took the main force to kill.

Walmon wanted to break through, but the first attempt to break through was directly shot by a steel-armed crossbow.

The Ross warrior hit the shield with a steel sword and steel axe, shouting and closing the circle.

Rlik looked at the opportunity, and screamed in a crisp voice: "Heliger, take the Mellaren back with you!"

The exhausted Mellaren soldiers left the battle one after another. They were unlikely to be attacked by friendly forces because their clothes were completely unified.

The Ross warrior stepped forward on the corpse and blood stains, and met the dying person, regardless of whether the enemy or the enemy was directly attacked by a knife.

Although it was cruel, Rurik saw some people's eyes clearly praying not to die, but they were seriously injured and it was impossible to survive, even if they were the wounded Merlaren mercenaries.

The soldiers of Baisha Port tried several times to break the siege but were crushed by the Russian army, and the rest had to gather together.

The so-called female warriors have lost their initial bravery, and the brave brawny is now exhausted, and can only barely raise the **** axe.

A pair of blood-red eyes showed a murderous look, but unfortunately, they had become a bunch of fat on the cutting board.

To destroy it completely, just leave Rick with a simple fate.

"There are women warriors? Are the Gotland people so crazy?" Rurik thought for a while, not training women warriors by himself.

After all, the female warrior is also a woman, and Liu Rick, who ordered the beheading, couldn't bear it in her heart. Not only them, why should the guys in the encirclement be cut to death?

Evlo received Rurik's instruction and began to slogan "surrender and avoid death", and soon the whole army roared one after another.

Walmon, who was once ready to die in battle, saw hope in his desperate eyes. As for ordinary soldiers in Baisha Port, facing such a sad situation and the strength of the Rus people, they threw weapons one after another.

At a loss, they just stood blankly, seemingly in no way surrendering.

Leurik ordered his people to stop slogans, and as the voice subsided, leader Walmon knew no matter how stupid he was to negotiate.

Walmon was just the head of the family, and he was never and shouldn't be the owner of Baisha Port.

He threw the weapon, even the lock and helmet on his body, his face solemnly opened his hands and walked out of the crowd: "Warriors Ross, I am Volmon of Baisha Port, the commander of this army. Now, you guys. Won!"

I declared my surrender before I came forward. Is this taking the initiative to negotiate with me? Also good.

Rurik was not afraid of anything. He stepped on the enemy's corpse, drilled through the gaps in the array of blue and white Ross warriors, and showed his gorgeous clothes to prove his nobleness.

A clean, beautiful, and luxuriously dressed boy stood in front of the blood-stained soldiers of the White Sands Hong Kong Army.

Walmon didn't know what to say, but just stared blankly.

Rurik Jianfeng pointed: "You? But the commander of this army."

Walmon didn't dare to neglect and confess quickly, even if he felt a little awkward.

"Your name is Volmon? It doesn't matter." Rurik raised his head, arrogantly: "I! I am the commander of the Ross army, now kneel, put your head against the ground, and swear your surrender."

Kneel down to a boy? What a shame, but...

"Kneel down! This is the posture that the weak should have. You and your people want to live, there is only one choice." Suddenly, Rurik thought that he had not yet declared his identity, so he said calmly: "I'm Rurik, the leader of the Ross people. No! It's the Duke of Ross! Stupid man, Svealand is no longer an alliance, but a kingdom. King Olekin attacked Denmark with troops, and we, the Ross people, are responsible for conquering the whole brother. Island. Surrender is your only choice."

There is still such a thing? Walmon remembered a lot of things in recent months. It turned out that the ocean was not peaceful because of this?

Who is Rurik? a boy?

Walmon's mind was in a mess. He looked at the lying dead bodies. These were almost all residents of Baisha Port! The battle was like this, completely exceeding his expectations.

Rurik stopped talking nonsense, his mercenary warrior screamed and knelt down quickly.

Then a mercenary was holding a crossbow and randomly shot a person who had put down his weapon. The man snorted and fell to the ground, then grabbed the thick crossbow that pierced his neck and struggled to stop moving.

A big living person was easily killed by the Ross people! It is the weapon that brings death!

The fishermen in Baisha Port were poisoned by steel-armed crossbows as early as at sea. They knew that this was the deadly weapon of the Rus people, so they gave it the domineering nickname "Destruction Arrow". Opponents have it, not only is it a risk to attack the northerners' fishing boats, but now that their own ships appear in the northern waters, they have become fat in the eyes of the Ross people.

Volmon knelt down suddenly, then grabbed the ground with his head.

With a sullen face, Rurik stepped forward without hesitation, stepped on the head of this young leader with leather boots, and deliberately twisted his feet.

Seeing this full of military virtues, the Ross warriors banged their shields in excitement, and even the Kewen warriors roared and roared. The shock of the roar really broke.

What Rurik wanted was such an effect. He trampled the kneeling enemy chieftain as a conqueror. He himself was not particularly excited, and the soldiers were already crazy.

Rurik let go, and Walmon continued to kneel.

"So...you can spare our lives?" The appointed Walmon has no shame anymore. He wants to save his life, at least to save his family, surviving private soldiers and family members.

Rurik nodded: "Of course, but..."

"How to say?"

"It depends on your sincerity."

Volmon had an idea: "You want money, I will give you money! A lot of money! I still have a flock, I will give you five hundred sheep."

According to Broda's intelligence, the residents of Baisha Port have known what kind of property Liulik has. This leader intends to take out five hundred sheep to redeem his life? It's a big deal.

But for an army of three thousand people, five hundred sheep stewed and eaten meat is really enough?

Rurik shook his head.

"Why? Not enough? Then add five hundred more, as long as the family members and wealth can be preserved."

"Huh? I thought you would intercede with everyone?" Rurik looked at the pleading eyes again, "You don't care about their life and death?"

"Many of them are dependents of the two families of Karl and Lulav. The two leaders are dead. If... you need wealth, I am willing to assist you in ransacking your home."

Now Rurik knows a lot, whether the disaster is approaching and fly separately. Hearing what the leader said, Baisha Port seemed to have accumulated a lot of wealth.

It is this kind of behavior that is disgusting.

Rurik continued to shook his head, "No, the wealth you gave still can't buy your own life."

"Ah? You..." Walmon suddenly felt that he was being entertained, and was at a loss for a while.

Rurik said calmly: "Give you two choices. First, hand over all your belongings and all your young women. You will lead other men to become slaves to our Rus people. The second option is You refuse, so that I can now order you to be the feed for the fish in the bay tomorrow."

"Ah! In the end we are still... your slaves?"

"Of course. What are you dreaming about?" Rurik felt very absurd. He laughed and asked, "What do you think? I thought your own family could retreat. Your so-called army is just a bunch of ants, and soon we You will take down Visby and occupy the entire island of Gotland. At that time, you will be thankful that you are a slave. Oh, not right..."

Rurik scratched his face, thinking about it this time, if it was not his intention to ruin the hope of this group of people for the future.

"Well, Walmon, follow me with your people to attack Visby. After winning, I will return you freedom and give you some rewards."

Attack Visby? It's crazy!

Doesn't Walmon think that this is a chance to survive? It's obviously to jump into a new fire pit! He trembled, "Visby people, they are very strong."

"Oh? Are you looking down on the strength of our Ross people?"

"No, I didn't mean that."

Rurik was already too lazy to talk nonsense, after all, it was a bit late, and the tired army needed meat, eating fragrant roast lamb and roast chicken.

Regardless of what Walmon wanted to say, Rurik gave an order, and the Ross soldiers began to violently separate the group of enemies, and the men and women were taken care of separately.

Next came the raid of the Ross army.

The male prisoners began to be forced to clean the battlefield, and the female prisoners stared blankly. They were quickly divided among the nearly 400 victorious Merlaren fighters.

Rurik fulfilled his promise, Mellaren mercenary fighters didn't feel that they had suffered a big loss, although they didn't directly enter the enemy's settlement to looting, didn't they already personally press on the prisoners?

In my hometown, marrying a woman is a very difficult and important matter. I can't think of fighting with the Ross people, so my own serious matter has been solved in this way.

Rurik didn't bother to care about this group of men who had changed their fatigue in some ways, and they had to take one or two women to evacuate after the war anyway, as wives.

Of course, now they just want to vent.

Although the neatly-dressed Ross warriors were itching, as their army entered the settlement, more prisoners were cleared out. He took the opportunity to plunder a lot of wealth, and the desire to make money occupied their minds.

The wealth hoarded by the three families in Baisha Port, especially boxes of copper coins and silver coins, was dug out from the ground, which completely exceeded Rurik's expectation.

People laughed with joy because they had made a lot of money, and there was a lot of sheep bleating.

How many sheep are there in Baisha Port? How many cows?

After an urgent inventory, Rurik got a result that made him ecstatic. There were more than 2,000 sheep, more than 100 cows, and more than 200 large and small reindeer.

In fact, there are still domestic chickens scurrying. They are no longer counted because they were caught clean by the looting army.

Eight boxes of coins were placed in front of Rurik. The copper coins were of no value. There were three boxes of silver coins in it. The weight of each box was gratifying.

This is the result of the war. The Rus lost two hundred Merlaren mercenaries and got a lot of cattle, sheep and money.

kindness? What kindness is needed? Not killing all is the greatest kindness of this era! Especially the girls among them, UU reading www.uukanshu.com Liulik paid special attention to protecting them, and directly announced that they would immediately become Rus, and nominally become a member of the "Valkyrie Legion". These people must be treated differently, purely rational considerations, they are the root of the future potential of the Principality of Ross.

"You try to grab as much as you can, except for cattle and sheep, leather, captives, and coins, all you grab are your own!"

The Ross army was ordered to plunder, and even the Corvin soldiers forgot their own sufferings and became part of the plundering army.

Only five male captives were deliberately released later, and Rurik wanted them to report to Visby.

This time, Harrodsson was taken aback, "Ruriek, maybe you shouldn't expose the facts of our army in this way."

Rurik replied simply, "I just want Visby to assemble the army as much as possible to fight with us. I am not afraid of exposing anything, I am afraid that they will not be able to assemble enough troops for our army to sacrifice to the **** Odin."

What else can Harozuosen say? Of course it is support! It was through this battle that Haro Zossen truly understood the nature of the grown-up Rurik-even better than Otto, a ruthless and affectionate conqueror.