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The Us River was not wide, and the Russ, who had prepared for it, borrowed Balmerks' ships to easily cross the river on a large scale.

The men wearing blue-patterned shirts on a white background quickly formed a shield wall against their shields smeared with chalk mud and indigo.

Arik stood in the army and yelled at his hands: "Men! The idiots are going to attack our army! To take our ship! Kill them all! No mercy!"

With their hideous teeth on, the crowd roared in unison, and the hands holding the sword hilt became tighter.

The large round shields that can prevent the entire torso are stacked on top of each other. What is very strange is that the Roth's coat of arms can be turned into a large blue cross as long as it is rotated.

However, they are all Odin's fighters.

They hold one after another shiny and flexible steel swords. A group of warriors with steel-armed crossbows also deliberately lie in front of the formation, waiting for an opportunity to give a big gift to the charging enemy.

And on one big ship after another, Rurik's flag-shooting team soldiers climbed the rope ladder and stood on the deck one after another, and they all took their place.

The short wooden bow and the wooden wall crossbow are all ready to shoot at a large angle.

The next step must be chaos. The torsion slingshots on the sides of the ships were moved to the side of the enemy, so that only the three ships of Aphrora, Ostara and Spellosville gathered thirty. The same is true for the four sail destroyers. Lurik easily assembled as many as 54 torsion slingshots and even ten bull catapults.

With so many heavy weapons madly outputting firepower, the projectiles will be consumed wildly, which Rurik is no longer worried about.

After breaking the city, many of the cast iron projectiles fired before were found in the city, and the blood-stained projectiles would surely be bloodied for the second time.

All this, Garfred, Earl Roydis, who was ordered to attack, knew nothing about it.

This person suddenly became bold from fear because of his great desire for meritorious service.

He took up to two thousand people to launch a surprise attack on the moored Russ fleet, not so much destroying the ship, as it was to capture it.

"If they don't have a ship, they will be consumed in our kingdom."

However, Garfred has never faced a fierce battle with the Vikings, not to mention that his impulsive offensive is also what Ernred subconsciously hopes for. Because an earl who can really quickly assemble an army of two thousand people is indeed his potential political enemy.

At the beginning, they walked slowly, with kingdom warriors and earl rebels in chain mail and orange clothing in front, and barefoot peasant warriors in ragged clothes behind.

There are also many people holding flags to show that their army is strong.

Garfred naturally saw the enemies who suddenly began to gather, and the regularity of his team was really awe-inspiring.

He took a deep breath, knowing that there was no retreat now, and the entire marching team was an arrow from the string.

The distance is very close.

The true captain of the cavalry warned Garfred, "Lord Earl, with our experience last year. Let the horses fight desperately, and you can break through their line. There is a gap in their line, and the army rushes in from the gap. Once we enter the chaos, we will There is a chance to win."

"Ah? We are going to rush in? Wouldn't a lot of people die?! Also, do you think we will lose if we don't do this?"

"Master Earl, this is our only chance of winning."

The newly promoted captain of the cavalry was also a survivor after charging with the king last year.

York is obviously occupied by barbarians, the people will be ravaged, and the life of the prince is uncertain. If the country is destroyed, all glory is over.

Seeing the count's complex expression, the cavalry captain had no intention of continuing to persuade him. At his call, the cavalry drew out their iron swords, kissed the hilt, and then moved forward with sharp swords.

Since the Frankish cavalry tactics were futile, they had to adopt such rushing tactics, even if they knew it was a generous death.

The cavalry spontaneously formed a wall mounted, encumbering the earl on horseback, and they took the lead in the attack.

The latter is followed by two thousand infantrymen, who finished walking slowly and began their final charge.

"Unexpectedly, these guys have become smarter?"

Rurik gritted his teeth and let the prepared torsion slingshot fire in advance.

Evlo was taken aback, "My lord, what does this mean?"

"Idiot! Those cavalry are desperately charging! Can't let them break through! Launch immediately."

"it is good"

The Aphrora was the first to launch, and other ships also launched attacks upon seeing the situation.

The first enemies were the horsemen, spinning and flying the cast-iron bullets, sliding in a beautiful parabola and falling through the air. The killing barrage composed of more than fifty torsion slingshots smashed toward the cavalry.

Of course, the speed of the cavalry was too fast.

The cavalry in the back was smashed and turned on his back, and the forward was still charging.

"Continue to accumulate energy! Quick! Archers, stop them!" Rurik roared.

There was only the swish of the arrow off the string, and even the squeaking and twisting of the torsion slingshot when it was accumulating power.

A large number of arrows fell from the sky, causing more than a dozen cavalry soldiers and horses to fall.

There are still more than fifty riders who have escaped Rose's long-range attack because of their speed. They charged continuously, and they seemed to be only one step away from the shield wall of the Roses.

Arik gritted his teeth, and the shield wall was as solid as a rock. How to deal with the desperate impact of the cavalry. They have already had experience in the battle last year, not to mention that the men of the First Banner are the most powerful veterans.

Anyone who is cowardly will live with shame and must be convicted.

No one thought of retreating, they were very confident that their front was strong.

The warrior with a long-handled halberd supports the front line, and the sharp spear has been moving forward.

The bowmen on the ship continued to output arrows quickly. At a critical moment, the ambushing steel-armed crossbow shot suddenly, but hurried back to the line.

Before the battle, more than half of the cavalry had stopped due to various attacks.

The remaining cavalry rushed to the shield wall of the Rus.

The powerful impact immediately caused a gap in the shield wall that should have entered the rock.

Arik was hit by the impact, the edge of the shield hit the helmet, and finally the corner of his mouth bleeds.

He got up and shouted with his sword: "Quick! Kill the horse! Let them all die! If we win, let's eat horse meat!"

The sudden scene drew Rurik tightly on the side of the ship. He saw his cousin being hit, and was a little relieved to see him get up again.

"Damn it! You guys hurry up!"

Can a mere forty rides break through the shield wall of the First Banner? Those halberds pierced the horses the first time, and the impact of the last cavalry was greatly reduced. Although there is a gap, the state of the casualties of the Russian army is unknown. The anti-killing Russian soldiers chopped off the horse's legs wantonly, and the cavalry that has lost the impact is the fat to be slaughtered.

The newly promoted cavalry captain and his brothers did not complete effective slashing at all. They were counter-attacked and killed by the Ross in the chaos, and were smashed into the chain mail by swords and halberds, and finally bloody. At least, they gave their lives for their king and country. They can be described as heroes.

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Of course Arik admires these madmen. As a tribute to the enemy, he consciously must kill more frantically.

The blood of horses and people splashed on the Ross soldier, and Arik's whole body was bathed in blood again.

Earl Gafred had hit a horse with an arrow in the second round. He fell off the horse with a blank head, and when he became sober, he realized that his legs were firmly pressed by his horse.

He was groaning in pain, and saw arrows hitting him again, thanks to the shield that had fallen to prevent him from being hit.

He looked sideways to see that the cavalry team had been destroyed, and the brave captain of the cavalry might have died in his country.

In the end, the unlucky earl was screamed by several cavalry soldiers who died on their horses during the charge. However, this violent pull made him learn that his calf had broken during the fall.

Garfred covered his deformed calf and wailed, and ordered the helpless horseless cavalry, "Quick! I order you to carry me to the rear."

However, even if their horse died, they were still cavalry, loyal to the king himself.

Several men looked at each other, carrying their own iron swords into infantry, and together with the large troops that had rushed up, they continued to attack the enemy.

More than a dozen wounded Ross soldiers were pulled to the rear, and the impact did not cause any Ross people to die, at least for now.

Just now, it scared many soldiers at once, but the Russ army was not afraid of the next fight.

Suddenly, the battle became Rurik's favorite appearance.

All the torsion slingshots hit the attacking enemy indiscriminately. At this moment, whether it was a kingdom soldier or a farmer, no matter how high or low, they were all killed under the impact of the projectile.

Cast iron projectiles, pebbles, javelins, arrows and crossbow arrows, and various long-range weapons smashed over with their heads covered.

How did the farmers who were forced to conscript to fight this kind of battle?

They were almost all farmers in the villages near the Earl of Roydice, and most of them knew each other.

Relatives and friends were smashed to the ground by a strange weapon. They even splattered blood on their bodies. They covered their heads and screamed, and then spontaneously slowed down.

The army's attack camp is out of touch, and the largest number of armed farmers are trying to resist arrows or trying to help injured friends. However, their simple wooden shields can block ordinary arrows, but cannot block cast iron projectiles!

More than six hundred soldiers of the kingdom finally rushed to the front of the Rus army and broke through the **** road of charge.

It was completely because of the disaster in York that their anger overwhelmed their fears, and then they had the opportunity to hack and kill the Vikings head-on.

However, the nightmare has just begun.

Just after the battle, the soldiers of the kingdom who charged in chaos encountered a head-on attack from the tightly formed First Banner of the Ross Army.

The Ross warriors in the first row were half-arched, with a large round shield against the entire torso, and the iron helmet with a nose guard covering the entire head. The warriors only showed a pair of murderous eyes.

In general, the most traditional tactics of the Rus are the same as those of other Vikings. Their shield wall is more defensive, enticing the enemy to attack on their own initiative. The shield wall is motionless like a rock, and the soldiers guarding the shield wall and beheading anyone who approaches.

Those young fighters trained by Rurik are still a large group of children, and only when those people grow up and strong enough, Ross can evolve into more mobile infantry tactics.

Even the unmoving shield wall is smarter than the Northumbrian people who use their swords and rush like gangsters.

This battle is what all the Ross people like to see most, and their enemies continue to degenerate into a group of wild boars that can only rampage.

The steel sword protruded from the gap in the shield, thrusting forward frantically.

The warrior holding a halberd in the back, the axe under the spearhead fell from the sky, like a can of chisel, giving a three-dimensional blow to the soldiers of the kingdom.

If the Northumbrian warriors are strong enough, how can you respect Messiah as the "big brother" or the King Wessex as the sacred king from time to time?

From Arik's perspective, he just thinks that these people are worse than Finland in the East.

At least those Finns will shoot arrows, and this group of Northumbria guys will only rush.

"Haha, now Finns are our servant fighters."

Naturally, some Ross soldiers were injured in the new battle. Most of them had skin injuries. The **** soldiers were pulled to the rear to receive assault bandaging treatment, and the new soldiers added positions.

Those farmer soldiers were not willing to charge at all, because under the attack of crazy arrows, they retreated across the board!

In this way, only the soldiers of Garfred, Earl of Roydis, were left to fight on the front line, so that the number of troops on both sides of the Ruth took a huge advantage.

Nearly a hundred soldiers have died in the chaos, and their blood has stained the bucklers of the Russian army.

The Ross army roared neatly, and Arik's eyes were only murderous, like a mad bear.

The battle was clearly a one-sided victory for the Russ.

"My lord, they look weak." Yevlo spoke even with a smile.

"Yes. The cavalry attacked just now was stupid, but also very clever, knowing our weaknesses."

"But the wise men are dead, leaving only cowards."

"Let Glend take the reserve team."

"My lord, is it necessary?" Yevlo asked again.

"Let them charge, kill me like crazy, mercilessly."

After a while, the group of Glend who was ordered to shoot arrows, they put on plate armor assault, and screamed with double axes, and slammed out of the Rose shield wall.

Their current iron helmets are quite special. Not only do they have iron guards on their foreheads and sides, but they also have rough masks on their front faces that only show their eyes.

There was also a bear head hung on the helmet, and the fangs of the upper jaw became a sun hat.

"Haha! We are the war bears." Arik yelled excitedly. The other Ross people were shocked.

A group of iron men entered the enemy's formation, and a large number of iron pieces hung on the chain mail were heavy, but this group of fat and strong reckless men could control it well.

Their clothing is not overall plate armor, let alone tie armor. This body is a bit like fish scales, but it is not. It is not beautiful as a whole, and its defensive effect offsets the visual inelegance.

The soldiers of the kingdom found that piercing with a sword was useless, and slashing with an axe only made scratches.

The sturdy bearhead ironmen are exactly the tactical reserve team of Rurik, and they are also the kind of consumables that do not feel distressed even if they are dead, as long as the armor can be used twice. Grund's Danish surrendered troops, Lurik, on the surface, was a re-use of imaginary and guilt, and the way to reuse it was to make a "death squad" in this way.

Grund and his team hacked out of the enemy's line. In addition to causing huge casualties, nothing more important was to completely destroy the enemy's confidence.

The Earl Gafred looked at him eagerly and everyone was throwing his helmets and abandoning his armor to flee. He endured the pain and appealed to his men to save him. However, everyone was running away, even if his boots were bleeding barefoot and he had to continue. Escape, who cares about the immovable earl?

Arik went to chase him down, but when he heard his brother's cry, he began to restrain the army he was going to chase down.

There were still more than a hundred people chasing and killing them, and they further aggravated the chaos, and even hacked the moaning Garfred to death in the chase.

A generation of earl died in this way and died without honor. Even the Ross soldier who killed him felt that he had hacked to death an enemy cavalry who was supposed to be killed, and he was just helping him with dignity.

Until Rurik ordered the torsion slingshot to continue shooting, it began to kill the fugitives. Seeing that the other brothers were all behind, the Ross fighters who were chasing after him stopped chasing.

"Ross...you, are still so powerful. No! Rurik, this is the true strength of your army?" Ernred stared, almost gushing out.

He had to admire his enemy, and then looked at the flag flying on the mast, the more he looked, the more terrifying he felt.

However, they did not take advantage of the trend to attack?

The peasant soldiers who fleeed first were all pouring into the king's army, and by the way they brought back the emotion of fear, causing all the peasant soldiers who watched the battle from afar to flee in panic.

The bishop of York was glad that he followed the king to the frontier to fight against the Mercian. If he was in York, he might have been swallowed by barbarians.

But the situation is worse than he thought.

The bishop himself is not a fat man, at least his weight is not enough to crush a horse into a camel.

He rode up to the king and said with a shiver: "Your Majesty, our army..."

"I know. We can't win. Damn, my cavalry is over, I have already lost."

"No! Your Majesty, if they are willing to accept what to talk about. At least we have a way to preserve it, just like the king did."

"This is just what I want."

The soldiers of the kingdom who had returned were frightened. They told the king that the bear-head iron man was invulnerable in the rebellion army, and said that the enemy's arrows were terrifying.

Einred naturally wouldn't blame them, because Earl Roydice himself died in the battle.

The enemy is not ordinary Vikings, they are Rus, and the flying flag proves everything. That Lulik actually kept his promise, and he really brought his troops here this year.

They clearly have not pursued them anymore. How can they not give themselves a chance to negotiate?

Einred looked around, then asked the bishop: "Just like you said, I want to talk to them."

"Send a messenger. Who is right? Are you letting me make a decision?"

"No. You go."

"Ah? Me? This is not appropriate." The bishop trembling, waved his hand to push away.

"Don't worry, I'll go too." Einred was determined.

"Huh? This is even more inappropriate."

"It's okay." Einred looked ahead and cautiously said: "Now don't care about Mesiah. Our kingdom is about to be destroyed, and I can only minimize the loss. I know the commander of the Vikings, that person should Would be willing to talk to us."

"But your Majesty, you should not risk your life."

"Me? A king? My kingdom is about to collapse, what else can't I bet on?" After saying that, Ainred pulled the reins hard, and the mount moved forward, followed by his entourage holding the king flag. .

Seeing this, the bishop was helpless. He drew a cross on his chest, then kissed the silver cross on his neck, inviting to marry the little priest holding the **** cross, and then dismounted and followed the king to the battlefield. The bishop also gave birth to a possibly unrealistic fantasy. If he could persuade the barbarian leader to convert to the sacred faith with one mouth, perhaps the disaster would stop.

This scene was seen by the Russian army in the distance, and a large number of Balmerks had gathered on the other side of the river and began to cross the river.

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Rurik didn't say much. It was a good thing to show his allies with extremely strong muscles, because it would consume the enemy's vitality.

He condoned his wounded soldiers on the battlefield under the ship, and ordered his subordinates to give swords to the enemy's wounded to death, collect weapons and recover arrows.

At this moment, a small group of people came in the distance, and the army was warned again.

Arik found his brother and pointed with a sword of blood, "That's the new idiot who is not afraid of death. Let me kill them."

"No, brother. It must be a messenger, perhaps begging us to stop killing or something."

"Then execute the messenger."

"No, listen to what the messenger has to say. Don't worry, the messenger's words are unsatisfactory. If I let you do it, they won't escape."

"Okay." Arik smiled, throwing off the blood from the sword and inserting it into the scabbard.