The brothers Rurik and Arik split the army into two, and Rurik, who commanded the main force, was already in line.

The Russ army on the waste grass quickly expelled a broad formation of about 200 meters with a slightly concave arc.

All the crossbowmen, they stand in the first row of the array.

The rest, such as the Rus and Novgorod, with their own weapons, lined up in a relatively thin formation with only three rows.

Only Rurik himself is guarded by a small group of elite mercenaries. The position where he sits has the highest density of soldiers.

Regarding the specific arrangement of the formation, the Ross fighters were mainly arranged on the two wings of the formation, and the spear-bearing Novgorods were in the middle position.

The Chinese army stands with a large number of spears with blue and white tassels. Can it give the enemy a mental shock in its aura?

However, the elite force of this formation is mainly concentrated on the two wings.

The Ross warriors, their axes and swords kept rubbing against their shields, staring at the forest not far away rebelliously.

Most of the fighters in Novgorod were farmers in the White Tree Manor, and the flag captain Medvedben was also the heir of the manor.

The Slavic peasants ushered in their first battle, and it was also their first battle against another group of Varangians. Do the brothers have enough courage to fight side by side with the Rosvariags?

Medvedt noticed his people. Many young fighters were shaking their legs, and there was even strange water flowing from the crotch.

He squeezed a very young soldier and encouraged: "My child, don't be afraid, you will be as brave as the Russ. Think about defeating the enemy and what rewards the Russ will give you."

The soldier stared at the front, forced to grasp the three-meter-long spear bravely.

Their spears are all blackened chromium iron, which is extremely hard, and will never roll the blade when stabs and hacks!

The swords and axes of the Ross Warriors are made of carbon steel, and after quenching, it is impossible to bend the blades. For them, no training is necessary. The most elite Ross fighters are heroes in the melee. Everyone knows their mission, and then only Master Rick will issue combat orders immediately.

But the Slavs are different. Medveit, the destined brother-in-law of Rrik, is now wearing a Ross iron helmet that covers half of his face. He is dressed like a Ross warrior, holding a steel sword in his hand. Before the battle, he spoke in Old Slavic.

After all, it was all uplifting words, and Rurik didn't seem to interrupt at all. He stood at the core of the array, riding on the shoulders of a strong mercenary soldier, watching the movement of the woods.

The mercenary was a little impatient: "My lord, we have been standing for a long time. Brothers are all eager to kill the enemy, should we continue to wait and see?"

"you are tired?"

"No, my lord. I just want to chop off the enemy's head."

Rurik had no sense of this flattery. He noticed that the traces of Arik and the roundabout force of three hundred men had completely disappeared, and finally made up his mind.

"Now, put me down!"

The time is ripe!

Rurik suddenly rushed to the front, he drew out his sword and yelled at his men: "Scream at me! Beat me on the shield! Keep shouting at me!"

He roared the same commands in Gnoss, Cyrillic, and Old Finnish, and everyone who got the order issued a challenging roar.

More than 700 men yelled with their throats, and the clear sound from beating the shields intensified their voices.

Numerous sounds mixed together, it completely suppressed the wind, and when it reached the woods, it had turned into a terrifying rumble.

What is rumbling? !

The Gotland army in Siegfast just wanted to have a good rest. They just woke up on a large scale and quickly resumed the burning of the extinguished bonfire. A large number of felled pine branches were thrown into the fire, and there was a thick smoke in a moment.

They are busy roasting the cold dried meat, or eating granola made from surplus grain.

They never noticed the appearance of the army all the time, when the rumble came, everything was clear.

Some Gotland fighters judged the direction of the terrifying sound. They ran to the edge of the forest frantically and were shocked to see that the army had been lined up. Look at this array, it's really a huge army!

They ran back to the camp in the forest in a panic, and scrambled to the commander Siegfast.

"The leader! It's the Roth! The main force of the Roth is here, and they are roaring."

"Sure enough, it is really them?! It turns out that they were barking, which made me a little gaffe."

Siegfast was really overwhelmed by the roar at first, and his men reported that it was an attack from the Ross, and his attitude changed in a second.

He tidyed up his clothes and put on his helmet urgently.

He called for the Titan Grund and all the Danish mercenaries, and the most elite group of mercenary fighters were assembled one after another.

"Grund, we are really lucky. I successfully encountered the main force of the Ross army. This is a once-in-lifetime opportunity. I will take you to defeat them! I want to become a hero of Visby!"

Grund put on a shocked face! He was shocked in two ways. First, the old Danish mercenary had just seen the huge army of the Rus with his own eyes, and instinctively determined that it was a strong enemy. Second, he was also shocked by Siegfast's blind credit.

"My lord, don't you think we can really defeat them easily?"

"Isn't it? We won them once, and now we can win the second time." Siegfast still talked and laughed, his self-confidence was driving Grund crazy.

"You... go and see for yourself! If you stupidly enter the army, everyone will die!"

"What are you talking about?!" Siegfast burst into anger: "Do you want us to be defeated?"

"No, I hope you recognize the reality. I really don't know who gave you the surge, is it Odin?"

"It's Frey!" Siegfast pushed Grund away and called the other fighters casually: "Warriors of Gotland, the main force of the Ross people has appeared! Now follow me to kill them, to die. Revenge for those who lost it!"

People with strong hatred have unparalleled brute force! Of course, it's just brute force.

The Russ army ravaged the pastures in the middle of the island, and the herders were unable to graze. Then the wool and leather industries that maintained the economy of Gotland would wither, and everyone would be upset.

The appearance of the Ross army is to cut the way for all the islanders to survive! What's more, many soldiers did have relatives who died from the blows of the Rus in the past few years.

Grund casually satirized watching the back of a group of islanders who were not afraid of death on the battlefield. "The courage that Frey gave you? Is it the courage to give you the lower body!"

His Danish mercenary guys laughed.

"Hey, what are you fools laughing at?!"

"Brother, our gold master did find a bunch of women and gave birth to a bunch of illegitimate children. He is indeed loved by Frey, hahaha!"

Grund grudgingly laughed, then drew his sword and put on a dumb face: "Fre, the fertility protector, also blesses the merchant, but the warrior must admire Odin. Let's go! Brothers, we are fighting under the sun, This battlefield may be our home. If there is a raven, it would be great."

The Danish mercenaries got together and quickly unified their attitude. In this battle they decided to fight wisely, all under the command of the boss Grund.

If the Gotland army can fight a tailwind, the brothers will follow suit desperately. If they lose, the brothers quickly withdraw. If there is no way to withdraw, then fight to the last person.

A large number of Gotland fighters walked out of the forest with their weapons and equipment.

Almost all of them were armored, the wooden shields they were carrying were smeared colorfully, and the guys on their hands were also diverse.

When he officially saw the Ross army lined up, Siegfast almost lost all his confidence in an instant.

"Damn, why are there so many roaring Ross people? Although there are not three thousand people, this is still too much!" He gritted his teeth, and it was difficult to give combat orders before the Danish mercenaries entered the queue.

Now that the two armies can finally look at each other, Rurik stands alone at the forefront of the Russian army, pinching his waist and curling his mouth, and can't help shaking his head. "This is your main force? A mob."

Indeed, the Russ army looked at it, and it was really a sea of blue and white tones.

In this battle, the elite of the Russ army was dispatched, and the soldiers almost had a uniform outfit.

The Russ army essentially had a standard uniform, with a strong visual impact, and every Gotland soldier began to doubt himself.

The Gotland warriors paid attention to the attitude of their leader Siegfast. Many people had the idea of retreat, and they all saw the leader holding up his sword.

"Shield Wall! Now!"

No way, he is a prince, and he himself is a king after winning the war. He intends to fight, the brothers can only use the existing forces and Ross's main force to a "decisive battle" of unequal strength.

It is true that Siegfast and his men have naturally regarded the Ross army in a wide formation as the main force. All the Ross people who landed on the island are here, defeating them for the safety of the entire island.

The soldiers gathered, shields stacked on top of each other.

The most elite Danish mercenaries stood in the first column, each of them wearing chain mail, and a black raven painted on the shield. Compared to the others, the Danish mercenary form became unified due to the shield pattern. .

There were barely 400 people in the Gotland army. About a hundred of them stood in a row, arranged in four rows in a dense formation, roaring rhythmically, and slowly advancing towards the Ross army.

But Rurik was still standing in front of the formation, with hay covering most of his body.

He stared at the approaching enemy, stretching his right arm to prevent the crossbowman from shooting rashly.

"Calm down! Frazer, Kejas, Mezzasta, stay vigilant! Watch my gestures!"

Rurik was waiting for the best time. In order to highlight the power of the shooter, he decided to bring the enemy as close as possible.

However, suddenly there was a swish in the sky!

It's three crossbow arrows, they are actually...

Rurik was taken aback. He raised his head and saw three arrows roaring past his head. He suddenly squatted in the grass, witnessing the arrows flying over the Ross Army array and landing on the grass behind.

"Damn! Arik, our crossbow was captured by them!" Ruriek was angry, and the important tactical weapon was taken away. The enemy must pay the price, but the tactics must not be messed up.

Obviously the enemy does not understand the correct use of equipment and weapons! They were throwing untimely.

Rurik still stood still, making Corvin's Metasta anxious.

There was a roar in Old Finnish: "My lord, there are only a hundred steps left! Longbow..."

"Shut up! Keep waiting!" Ruriek barked his teeth and roared.

The Russian army was still standing still, and as the enemy approached, Rurik had withdrawn into the array.

Looking back at the advancing Gotland army, one of the short archers began to throw arrows.

Their arrows were so weak that the Russian army raised wooden shields, including the Novgorod warriors with spears. They raised their left arm. The oak shield seized from the Baisha Port Army was now sent on the big shield. use.

Gotland threw a round of arrows, and apart from causing two hapless guys to scratch his body, it did not cause substantial damage to the Russian army.

Siegfast and Grund didn't know what the Ross people wanted to do. Could it be that they lined up like a forest, waiting for the hand-to-hand combat?

The Gotland army is ready to fight the enemy. The soldiers lined up in a denser formation, and they have even shouldered one another. Their hands almost crushed the wooden handle of the axe, and the right hand holding the sword was trembling with tension.

The well-trained Ross soldier still stands still, Rurik himself is already sweaty, and he is also doing a gamble!

Because only he himself knows the horror of a close volley of steel-armed crossbows.

The crossbowmen with steel arms and wooden arms, they knelt on one knee and kept aiming, their fingers kept touching the trigger on the screen.

Corvin's longbowman and shortwood archer were standing, with as many as ten arrows sticking to the ground in front of them.

At the beginning, Siegfast didn't know that the Ross people had organized a large number of archers. There were only about 50 meters left in the teams of both sides. He could clearly see the "beasts" covered by withered grass.

When Rurik was young, his nervous eyes were bloodshot.

His eyeballs were about to burst out, and he roared suddenly when he saw the fighter he had held back for a long time; "Hjutar!"

The mad crossbowmen shoot at the same time!

More than two hundred arrows instantly focused on the Gotland Army.

Those Danish mercenaries who stood at the forefront, their heavy oak shields were chipped away by crossbow arrows! That's a sharp cone-shaped crossbow designed for armor-breaking!

The clusters of arrows made by carbon steel quenching penetrated the shields, and easily pierced their chain mail and leather armor, and plunged directly into the flesh and blood.

This damage is not much different from wearing a spear, and the Gotland soldiers in the first row are not an arrow!

Less than fifty meters away, the steel-armed crossbow shot the opponent's dense formation, and Rurik succeeded in maximizing the output.

This is a battle of willpower and organization. Obviously the Ross people have won from the beginning!

The Danish mercenary was half dead in an instant, and its leader Grund didn't realize what was going on. His own helmet was shot off by an arrow, causing a big red and swollen bag on the side of his head.

There were as many as 70 fighters hitting arrows on the spot, and only a few of them stood tenaciously with their teeth clenched.

The advancement of the Gotland army has been suspended, the first row of their four platoons has collapsed, hasn't it? !

Rurik was overjoyed, but he was not overjoyed.

He was instantly confused when he saw his opponent, and hurriedly ordered: "The archer draws his sword! Swordsman! Spearman! Impact!"

There is no point in the second round of volleys.

The Kewen archers began to perform their close-range rapid-fire technique, that is, carrying multiple arrows in their right hand and placing them on the outside of the bow. For a young and powerful leader like Metzasta, his rapid-fire technique is not covered.

The once precious iron cluster arrows now have a crazier version. The Kewen people can squander as much as they want. So when the melee troops are fighting with the enemy, only the Kewen fighters directly fired more than 400 arrows.

More than 80 Gotland fighters were injured or killed in varying degrees, and their shields were also filled with clusters of arrows, preventing the Gotland army from reacting quickly.

Siegfast had lost all his courage, and all his men remembered the horror of being only worthy of Rose Arrow at sea.

The Gotland army had already shaken their minds. When they saw their commander, Prince Siegfast's crazy iron cabinet was drilled with an arrow, and many people felt that the commander's head was pierced.

Siegfast didn't even have the mind to pull out this absurd cluster of arrows. He really had no chance.

The battle between the two armies began. This was supposed to be his most confident moment, but when it really fought, the battle was completely unexpected.

The Russian army fought according to plan.

Three hundred Slavic spears moved forward in unison. They had undergone the rigorous training of "beheading without listening to orders" on Tombstone Island. They are now well-trained during the fierce battle. Those young Slav fighters who were once afraid of actual combat, they found that the battle was so smooth, and they instantly gained a strong self-confidence.

Rurik also worried that these Slavs would have a tendency to escape, and wanted to let the elite mercenaries suppress them at critical moments. Obviously, he was too worried, or that he was too high on the Gotland.

Rurik's current tactics are essentially a rehearsal for the decisive battle in the future. Based on this battle, he has also made a change in a clever way.

He particularly understood a regional decisive battle between the British and French armies in North America during the Seven Years' War. The British army lined up to endure the French army's Xu Jin shooting. When the French army's face had reached a mere 20 meters, the French army had already The bayonet moved forward, and the British army suddenly opened fire.

At such a close distance, the so-called poor accuracy of the shotgun does not matter. In just one volley of British troops, 800 French troops were killed, and the rest of the French troops collapsed and defeated.

Rurik tried his best to let the crossbowman show off at extreme close range. He can say that his imitating has achieved good results.

Look at the current situation again! A reduced version of the pincer offensive was really successful, and the deliberately concave formation was intensifying the depression. Now the Ross melee infantry on the two wings has been close to the opponent's two wings.

The Gotlanders had to get together and retreat slowly.

Finally, the spear wall of the Slavic flag team came over!

The Slavs roared in words that Siegfast could not understand, and slammed wildly with black spearheads, making the shields of the Gotland warriors tired of coping. They can withstand the thrusts of a few spears, but their opponent is 400 spears!

On the two wings of the Gotland Army, the elite swords and shields of the Roth clan were slashing frantically, forcing them to shrink toward the center. The more so, the more tactical opportunities can be given to Slav fighters.

The spear wall continued to stab the opponent to death, the army continued to advance, and Rurik himself began to step on the enemy's terrible corpse and marched forward.

This is no longer a battle, but a unilateral slaughter by the Ross army with absolute superiority.

"You are brave~www.mtlnovel.com~ if you are like this, you still don't break down? Damn, isn't it that Arik can't get a single head?"

Rurik had estimated that his soldiers would completely annihilate the Gotland army, and their morale had finally collapsed.

In essence, the Gotland people discovered that the Ross people were actually going to surround everyone, and they would never survive after being surrounded. Siegfast made the difficult and shameful decision: "Brothers, let's withdraw!"

After getting the order, Grund took a dozen Danish mercenaries who were still alive, and ran away first. Siegfast simply threw the heavy helmet and shield, carrying his own expensive iron sword inlaid with gems, and followed the footsteps of the Danish mercenaries. As for your own Gotland clan, let's run quickly. How much you can survive depends on your own destiny.

There were only a hundred living men left in the Gotland army who could escape, and the unfortunate ones were hit by arrows thrown by the Ross longbow. They subconsciously rushed to the woods, hoping that the shelter of the woods would provide a chance to escape. However, the 300 elite fighters of Arik led by them had already taken control of the Gotland army camp. With a savage smile, Arik organized a shield wall with a sword in his right hand, watching the panicking enemy rushing over.

Siegfast, this is rushing towards the crater!